FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

London the Foot Slut

"For every week since I've known you, since we've been fucking, and you told me what makes you hard, I've worn a pair of socks for a week straight, then dumped them into this hamper." The tiger grinned, "And there's some jocks in there too. They've been marinating for months now."

London was already drooling, and had to take a step back. The bedroom was ripe with the smell of dirty feet, and the puppybat's mind was reeling at the prospects here. He'd been worshipping the tiger on and off for months. He'd swing by, suck on toes, heels, pads, sucking the sweat from his fur, cleaning the dirt off his paws like a foot rag. The tiger's feet were always delightfully sour, and now he knew why, though he didn't even know the tiger's name. He was a craigslist hook up that become something long term.

Being a puppybat, London was half bat, half dog. He was essentially a wingless bat, with a canine muzzle and dick, and light dalmatian spots could be seen in his brown fur if you looked hard.

Right now, his short tail was trying to tuck itself between his legs. The tiger had already stripped him, but the tiger himself was still in jeans and a white shirt, which he filled out very nicely.

The tiger pointed to a padded bench in the room, and London knew to straddle the bench and wait to either be fucked, tied down, or tied down and fucked on that bench. He watched the tiger reach a hand into the sock hamper, really reach down deep to the bottom, and produce a sock that had once been white, but was now brown and yellow. London had to wipe the drool from his lip, his slipping from his sheath and hardening. The tiger grabbed London by one of his sonar dish ears, and put the sock in his face.

"Just sniff it pup."

The puppybat shuddered with his first whiff. It was smelled like sweat and dirt, and was sour and vile. The tiger chuckled at him, letting go of his ear and resting the sock on top of London's head.

"Hold that for me." He said, grabbing out a handful of other socks from the hamper.

Carefully, he started to apply them to London. Two went on his feet, where he could wiggle his toes in his dominants sweat. Another two went onto London's hands, pulled so tightly that he was forced to ball them up, with another two socks tied tightly around his wrists to secure them. One sock was placed over London's dick and balls. Another two socks were used to tie those hands onto the front legs of the bend, and another two secured London's feet to the back legs, so he was spread out and helpless, and surrounded by musky sweaty foot stench.

The tiger finally took the sock back, undoing his fly and letting his giant cat dick free. "You really like feet, don't you kid?" The cat laughed. London was humping the sock over his dick on the bench, and was beginning to moan. The tiger just placed the dirtiest of all the socks over his own cock, and grabbed both of London's ears.

"Get my cock nice and wet now."

There was already a puddle of drool underneath London's head on the bench. As the sock covered cok was lowered to his mouth, he opened wide. He moaned through the cock as it entered his mouth and he was assaulted by the smell of dirty feet. The cat slid it to the back of London's throat, and his mouth was immediately dried out by the dirty cotton sock. But that didn't stop him from sucking on it, and savoring the taste on his mouth. Quickly, his mouth began salivating, but for a while the dryness of the sock kept absorbing his saliva. He didn't care though, continuing to suck and roll that flavor around his mouth.

"Oh my god," The tiger laughed, "You're a real foot fag."

After ten minutes of London slobbering over the cock, the sock was drenched in spit. The tiger pulled it out of his mouth, and grabbed another handful of socks out of the hamper. Two were balled up, and shoved into London's mouth, and one was slid over his muzzle with another two balled up in the end, with one wrapped around his muzzle to secure them. He was in dirty feet heaven, and immobilized. He just panted and moaned.

The tiger went behind London, and placed his cock, still wearing the slobbered up sock, up against London's tail hole. He pressed into it, and London cried out in lust, the slobber sock roughly parting his pucker like sandpaper, despite being soaked. He continued to push, and London cried out into his stinky sock gag, and began thrashing on the bench, though the Tiger was easily able to keep him in place by holding his hips with his powerful hands.

Once he was all the way in, London's fuck hole felt dry and burned a little. He began to pull out, and the sock stayed where it was. As the Tiger began to fuck him, London retreated into his sub-space, smelling the foot stink in his nose, his cock twitching and drooling. It didn't take the tiger long to finish, and when he pulled out finally, he left the sock inside London.

He pulled a chair up to the front of the bench, turning on the TV behind London to something, London didn't know what. Putting his feet up on the bench, he pressed them into London's face. As soon as they made contact, as soon as he could really feel them there, London cried out, his cock shooting his own load into the sock.

"Foot fag." The tiger muttered, switching on a movie. London's eyes were rolled half back into his head as he just breath in slow breath through his nose, tongue rolling about the socks, nuzzling the bare feet against his face, his cock building up for another orgasm. The tiger would probably fuck a few more socks into him over the next few hours, then leave him in his foot haze for the rest of the night.