Author's Note

This was a recent commission I completed for an anonymous client who wanted some foot fetish fun between Filthy Rich and Grace Manewitz.

Filthy's Foot Fetish Fun

Filthy Rich straightened his tie as he made his way into the office building, the lobby had a number of people both waiting and making their way around as he paid them little mind, making a beeline to the elevator and pressing the top floor.

He hadn’t been planning on coming to Manehattan this weekend, instead he’d wanted to unwind from a long week and maybe spend time with Diamond Tiara, however it seemed fate had other plans.

Or less fate, and more his wife.

Spoiled had insisted he follow through on an assurance he’d made a few weeks ago when he’d been in Manehattan last and had lunch with Hoity Toity. The other Earth Pony and himself had dealings in the past, but Filthy’s business rarely overlapped with the fashion forward big wig, nevertheless they had a casual and cordial relationship.

He had told Spoiled he was considering investing in his new Fashion House he’d spoken of in the previous luncheon, mostly due to it being a good investment he could get in early on, as well as the fact he knew Diamond Tiara was a fan and followed a number of the models he was signing. She’d been ecstatic when he’d told her, Spoiled on the other hand had merely seen the social benefits of such a move and had all but demanded he go and see Hoity as soon as possible.

He personally thought this may have had something to do with the fact the last time Spoiled had encountered the other Earth Pony at a gala he’d completely forgotten her name, an act that had spurned his wife enormously.

Filthy still recalled the rant he’d had to endure on the ride home.

As the elevator arrived at the top floor, Filthy tried to shake off that unpleasant memory and walk onward, coming to a stop near a desk near the main office door. The desk was taken up by a younger mare, Hoity Toity’s secretary he’d met once before, she had a light purple skin tone with a platinum blonde cream mane that went down the back of her neck and also had a fringe covering half of her forehead, the styled hair only a bit frazzled in appearance as her honey brown eyes looked up at him behind her cats eyes styled glasses.

Grace Manewitz, the young mare had been working in the fashion industry for a few years now, being very well versed in organization and office work, she had been quickly promoted to Hoity’s personal secretary.

“I’m here to see Hoity Toity, he’s expecting me” Filthy said, sending the woman a small smile.

“I’m sorry Mr. Rich, but I’m afraid Mr. Toity isn’t in right now. He got caught up with the designers at his new construction site and won’t be back for another hour. He called only ten minutes ago to give you his deepest apologies, but he won’t be able to make it back any sooner” she said, a professional reserved look on her face, though from the small smile that was wobbling only slightly, it was obvious she was expecting a possible blow up.

Letting out a sigh instead, Filthy glanced around for a couch or anywhere to sit as there was no point in going off at the poor woman who was only relaying a message, getting upset with her wouldn’t solve anything.

He could leave and come back later, but he didn’t want to waste time browsing around or shopping while he waited. Though he knew his wife would have preferred he go out and bring her back something, he couldn’t muster up the effort right now.

“If you’d like we have an empty office used for meetings with clients if you’d like to spend your time there” Grace offered as she stood up.

Seeing no other option in the otherwise empty hall, he nodded as Grace’s smile returned and she stepped out from behind the desk, walking to the left hand side of the hall and away from Hoity’s main office.

Filthy followed along, his eyes shifting to the mare as he did.

He tried not to let his gaze wander too much, but the mare had a very nice figure, lithe but with a nice bust and ample behind. She was wearing a short sleeved button up shirt and tie, with a skirt that went down to her just above her knees and a pair of dark nylons that disappeared into similarly colored heels.

Filthy’s gaze latched onto those heels as she continued to walk, the sound of them clacking along the floor was almost hypnotic.

One thing very few people knew about Filthy, and with good reason due to the intimate nature of it, was that he had a deep attraction for Mare’s feet.

An embarrassing secret he’d had in his youth had blossomed into adult desires and a powerful fetish that he’d longed to indulge and enjoy. And while he had done so in his younger years with the odd girlfriend here and there, that had ended when he’d married Spoiled.

He hadn’t come on strong in regards to his fetish, not wanting to spook her or spring it on her unprepared. He’d worked his way up to it with gentle and relaxing foot rubs, paying for expensive spa treatments and pedicures, lotions and nail polish, and an assortment of jewelry for her toes and ankles, all ways of expressing his desires in soft and loving ways.

And she did have beautiful feet that only served to capture his attention every time they were on display, and hyped up his anticipation to finally broach the subject of indulging his desires with them.

And when he finally brought it up with Spoiled, his hopes had been dashed. She hadn’t just rejected his requests, but the disgusted and sickened reaction from her had been an emotional barb that struck his heart. The woman he loved having not just turned down something he’d been hoping to share with her, but made him feel dejected for it.

It hadn’t been easy to overcome, though it had lessened over time in the years since. He did try over the course of their marriage to open up to the idea, hoping the years would mellow out her thoughts on him indulging in her feet, only to be disappointed and rejected time and time again.

Grace opened the door and led him into a comfortable looking room with a bar in the corner, a large window facing out over the city resided on the right hand side of the room, and two plush couches were in the center separated only by a glass coffee table.

“Thank you, Ms. Manewitz, this will do nicely” Filthy said as he walked further into the room, noting the soft and fluffy carpet beneath them as opposed to the linoleum of the outer hall.

“I’m more than happy to keep you company while you wait, Mr. Rich” Grace said as she shut the door behind them, causing Filthy to glance at her.

“You’re not needed at your desk?” he inquired.

“Most of my calls are from Mr. Toity when he’s not in the office, anything less is handled by one of the secretaries below me, anything that is deemed important enough is called through. But we’re not expecting anything besides your visit today to merit that. And besides, any calls to my desk that would come in. I already had the line forwarded to the phone here before I left my desk” she said, gesturing over to the bar where a phone was present on the wall.

Nodding in response to her explanation, Filthy made his way over to the couch and sat down, enjoying the soft and comfortable seating as Grace walked over to the bar. He was about to ask for a refreshment when he saw she was already pouring out a double whiskey over ice into a glass, he could tell the bottle was Neighponese, not a region he usually partook in regularly, but he wouldn’t deny they had fine distilleries.

Accepting the glass with thanks, he took a sip and savored it before swallowing. His attention quickly moved back to Grace as she sat, one leg crossed over the other and giving him a perfect display of her heel bobbing slightly as she reclined back on the couch opposite him.

“Are you enjoying your visit to Manehattan Mr. Rich?” Grace asked, and it took Filthy a moment to respond, his gaze breaking from her heel as he raised his head to her.

“Oh? Uh, yes it’s been a very pleasant day” he replied.

Though his voice mustn't have conveyed it properly as she tilted her head to the side slightly.

“Did you have other plans, or…” she began before trailing off as he took another sip from the glass, letting out a sigh as he did.

“To tell you the truth, I had meant to spend the weekend with my daughter. I’ve been fairly busy recently, and wanted to make time for her. But…well, my wife was very insistent that I come and continue my business arrangements with Hoity” Filthy said, shaking his head slightly and looking back down, his gaze once again returning to the sight of Grace’s heels.

“My wife wanted it to be finalized by today” he added as he tried to look away from her heels but couldn’t, they looked so well taken care of and without a scuff on them and went with her outfit perfectly.

Her nylons were also catching his attention as he couldn’t help but follow them further up her legs, the act making a twitch occur in the crotch of his pants. He knew he shouldn’t have been looking the way he was, especially at a younger mare, even more so due to him being married.

But he would be lying if he said he’d remained one hundred percent faithful to his wedding vows. There had been times in the past where he’d caved, his desires getting the better of him when he’d been away on business or in another city and he’s sought the company of a ‘professional mare of the night’, and other such woman who were experts in providing specialized comfort and attentive to a man’s needs, more than happy to let him have his fun and sate his urges without judgment.

Some had even held genuine enjoyment in it, beyond mere payment and those were the ones he’d become a rare, but returning customer too over the years.

Despite all this, he tried to maintain the bonds of his marriage and hold up the pillars of his relationship with Spoiled as best he could. But it didn’t help that he suspected his wife may have also been seeking pleasure elsewhere, and while he rationalized his own trysts with the fact that his wife persecuted his kinks and fetishes as well as the fact sex at all was something almost as rare as a be had in their home as an eclipse in the sky.

It was mostly on Spoiled’s shoulders that was the case, he was a very generous and thorough lover when it came to his sexual partners, always happy to give just as much as he received, if not more! But his wife rarely wanted to engage in any intimacy at all beyond public affection, which made it all the more disheartening to consider she was seeking satisfaction elsewhere when he was more than willing to provide it if she only would let him.

Even with his suspicions, he held off on digging further into them or trying to acquire proof. Partially out of a desire not to have his suspicions confirmed, and partially out of the outcome that could arise if he did. Divorces were messy and not enjoyable affairs, he’d seen it with business associates and friends over the years who had gone through them, and not to mention what it would do to Diamond Tiara.

He didn’t want to put his daughter through that, and for her sake above all, he was content for the time being to simply let things continue as they had been. At least until she was older, then he would consider cutting ties with Spoiled.

‘She won’t even let me worship her feet, what’s a few kisses or licks to her feet? It’s not like I wanted to try fucking her up the backside’ he thought grumpily, taking another larger sip from his glass this time.

Grace let out a gasp before her hand flew to her mouth, causing Filthy to glance up at her face in confusion before his eyes widened and his skin paled as he realized the reason for her reaction.

…And the fact he’d voiced his last thought out loud

For several moments silence filled the room as neither occupant seemed sure of what to say, or how to proceed following his reveal. Filthy’s cheeks reddened as he tried to speak up, only for a series of half coherent babbles to come out.

“Um…I…It’s..I didn’t-I mean-” Filthy tried to explain, but his words seemed to fail him as he could only try and avert his gaze from the secretary, his cheeks practically on fire. He felt like a teenager again, and not in a fun way.

“You don’t have to worry, Mr. Rich” she said, speaking up and cutting him off, making him turn to her suddenly to see a small smile on her face, a smile that grew slightly as she continued. “Everything that you’ve said can stay between us, I’m not going to go and blab to anyone”

The feeling of embarrassment that had filled his stomach began to lessen at those words, his expression easing as well as he tried to compose himself. Despite only less than a minute having passed, the tenseness he’d felt seemed to cause time to slow down and drag the moments out for much longer than they really were.

“In fact I think what you mentioned is, frankly…exciting”

Filthy’s gaze snapped back to her upon hearing that, the smile on her face had curved into one that was awash with suggestion and he saw her un-cross and re-cross her legs once more till the opposite heel was now on full display, flexing back and forth slowly and showing the bottom of it, less clean than it’s top but still just as enticing.

“You’re sure, I mean…I am a bit older than you, and-” he began, trying to gauge her resolve only for her to cut him off once again.

“It’s fine, Mr. Rich. I’m willing to let you have some fun, and don’t worry” she said before lowering her glasses slightly, her tone having taken on a seductive huskiness to it which was only added to by the half lidded gaze she directed his way.

“I’m into older men”

Grace might have been a Unicorn in disguise as she practically said the magic words that had Filthy on his knees and on the floor in an instant, downing the rest of his glass and placing it on the coffee table as he shuffled across towards her. Grace shifted further back on the couch and raised her heels up, offering them to him as he took hold of both her legs. The feeling of the sheer smooth nylons was something he hadn’t felt for months, but the moment his hands made contact he couldn’t suppress the growth in his pants, the twitching having given way now to full on hardening. The teasing sensation of his own restrictive clothing, while in other circumstances would have been a hindrance, he took it in stride as only prolonging his enjoyment.

Taking her heels off and placing them on the floor, he was met with her nylon clad feet on full display, the purple skin of her feet appearing slightly through the material but darkened by the black nylons. Grace made sure to wiggle and arch her feet back as she let out a giggle.

“Have you ever done this before?” Filthy said as he began to knead his thumbs into her arches, the action alone making Grace let out a moan of pleasure, something Filthy felt proud of, he’d given many foot rubs and worshipful sessions at many beautiful pairs of feet over the years, most of which not his wife’s, and thus had amassed a wide variety of skill and technique in the area.

“I’ve had a lot of massages. And a boyfriend in the past kissed my foot once, but never anything so…intimate, or attentive” Grace said as she locked eyes with him.

“Any woman would be thankful for the attention, and appreciate the-Oohhh” she began before letting out another moan as Filthy worked her soles harder. “Care, you’re giving them” she finished as he could only smirk.

Moving his face forward, he pressed his nose into the top of her left foot and right under her toes, taking a deep breath and filling his lungs with the scent of her nylon filtered feet, instantly met with the scent of well worn heels, the earthy tinge of sweat, and a fruity body lotion he couldn’t quite narrow down right now, but didn’t wish to stop and ask, more interested in inhaling more of it.

“Oooh, Mr. Rich, that’s…that’s so..” she began breathlessly, her hands gripping into the cushion beneath her, his eyes glanced up at her for just a second only to see her expression wasn’t one of apprehension but obvious arousal, her cheeks flushed as she enjoyed her first foot worshiping session, and he was intending to make it a memorable one.

“I know, darling” he said before pressing a deep kiss on the moistened fabric. “You just lay back and let me make you feel good”

A wordless nod was all he got in response as he turned his attention back to her feet, placing them both on the coffee table momentarily only for his hands to wander up her left leg, feeling the shivers along her flesh as he reached for the top of her nylons under her skirt and slid the left one down, revealing more of her purple skin as he did. Finally reaching her foot, he carefully picked it up and raised it like a gift ready to be unwrapped, he slipped the final part of her nylon off and revealed her uncovered foot. It was just as beautiful as he’d imagined, dainty and not too large, not that he didn’t like bigger feet, but the sight of the virginal foot in his hand being on the smaller side seemed the perfect fit for Grace Manewitz.

Repeating the action on her right leg, he soon had both feet bare and uncovered and ready for more worship. Raising both feet up by the ankles as he kneeled down before her, he brought his lips up and peppered the soles of her feet with light kisses at first, that quickly began to deepen in intensity, soft smooches becoming louder smacking makeout sessions in their own right as he was more than happy to slip out his tongue.

He savored the taste of her feet as the salty tinge of her flesh mingled with the remaining Neighponese whisky on his taste buds.

Letting out a soft moan of his own onto her feet, he moved up further as his eyes were set on her toes. His mouth captured her right foot’s big toe and instantly he began to suck on it, his tongue wrapping around the larger digit as he was determined to absorb the very essence from her feet to the point it would remain on his lips and inside his mouth for hours on end. He wanted to go home with the taste and smell of her feet still gracing his senses.

And not to mention this little encounter would fulfill more than one session of jerking himself off to completion, an act he was forced to endure rather than fuck his wife. But right now, Spoiled was the last thing on his mind as he opened his mouth wide and took her second and middle toe into his mouth as well, coating them in his saliva as he began to suck more aggressively.

His covered cock was close to grinding on the soft carpet as he switched feet, giving her left foot the same treatment, all the while Grace continued to let out sounds of pleasure as Filthy opened her mind and body to sensations she’d never felt before.

“Your wife doesn’t know what she’s missing!” Grace exclaimed as she looked down at him, her chest was rising and falling faster and faster and Filthy could tell she wanted more, her hands no doubt itching to squeeze and grip other things besides the couch cushions.

And the fact he was eliciting such a reaction from a beautiful mare without even getting to first or second base, was more invigorating than any pill, tonic or potion. He was sure he was close to leaking, if not succeeding through the fabric of his pants, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to look, all his attention and focus were on her feet as he popped her toes out of his mouth, licking his lips to find them still coated in the salty residue of her soles.

But he wasn’t done yet.

Planting feather soft kisses once again along her soles, relishing in the soft and subtle flesh that were obviously well taken care of, surely due to a regular moisturizing regime and pedicures from the lack of any hard or calloused skin he could see, touch or taste.

His mouth latched onto the ball of her left foot, sucking and applying slight pressure from his teeth, the small nip making Grace let out a more drawn out moan as she wiggled her toes, an act only exacerbated when he rested her right foot on his shoulder, freeing up his other hand to play with her toes, making sure to rub and pop the joints lightly as he went along, his hands playing and loosening each joint with practiced skill.

He could have been a highly paid masseuse in another life.

It didn’t take long before he again switched feet, his mouth barely leaving her leftfoot before he latched onto the right one. Filthy closed his eyes, wanting to indulge his senses deeper and deeper as he pressed his face into her sole, suckling on her heel as he left the soft and subtle foot rest on his face.

It was becoming harder and harder for him to resist the urge to unbuckle his belt and whip out his cock, no doubt Grace wanted to do nothing more but tear the skirt from her waist and thrust her hand down her panties.

Similarly to his own situation he could practically see the soaked undergarments she was wearing in his mind's eye.

Opening his eyes, Filthy let out a groan as suddenly took hold of both ankles, pulling them apart as Grace let out a sudden squeak of surprise.

“Mr. Rich…” she said before trailing off as their eyes met, understanding passing between them as she saw the tent in his pants and her look of surprise shifted once again to that lustful gaze she had earlier, only this time she was raring to go.

Grace’s hands came to her skirt, and Filthy could see her beginning to shimmy it slightly before they were interrupted by the sound of a ringing phone, causing them both to look over in surprise towards the bar.

They were silent as the ringing continued through two more tones before Grace pulled her ankles back down and rushed over towards it, practically ripping it off the receiver and composing herself before answering.

“Hello…Yes, Mr. Toity he’s here. You will?...Ok, yes Sir… I’ll let him know. Goodbye, Sir” she said, finishing her one sided conversation and hanging up the line.

Her cheeks were still flushed, as his own no doubt were as well, as she walked back over to his side.

“Mr. Toity was able to clear things up at the site faster than expected. He’ll be back in twenty minutes” she said, clearing her throat, before picking up her heels and slipping them back on.

“There’s a private bathroom through there, if you need to…attend to things” she said pointing to a door near the bar, before her eyes wandered down to the still rock hard tent in his pants, licking her lips slightly before she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

“I have to go and make another call for Mr. Toity, if you’ll excuse me” she said, her cheeks still flustered but less so as she walked towards the exit of the room.

“Wait, Ms. Manewitz” Filthy said, causing her to pause. “You forgot something,” he said, holding up her nylons.

Grace turned back towards him with a knowing smirk on her lips.

“You can keep them, Mr. Ritch. Like I said, Mr. Toity will be back in twenty minutes, so you should probably use that time to take care of any…pressing matters in the bathroom” she said with a smile before she opened the door.

Filthy couldn’t help but stare down at the now limp, used nylons in his hands, before bringing them up to his nose and taking another sniff. Again being met with the combination of scents that made his dick throb in his pants, glancing just in time to see Grace disappear with one last wink.

And in that moment Filthy made up his mind.

This business arrangement was definitely going forward, though his wife wouldn’t be the one benefitting from it.

He was going to make sure it was very satisfactory indeed.