Ever since I can remember, I've always loved feet, and the number of guys I've dumped because they don't is depressingly high.

I've gained quite the reputation at uni. The rumours fly around me: some true, some false, some so outlandish that I'm impressed anyone thought of them. They say I can't cum unless I have spunk on my toes, that I once gave five guys in a row footjobs, that the dean has fucked me with her shoe...

I'm in no hurry to clear up which are true and which aren't. The only thing that interests me is living out as many of my perverted fantasies as I can.

That's why, one day, I started putting posters up around campus. Due to their nature, they were taken down pretty quickly, but not before the word got out what I was planning: a foot-fetish orgy the likes of which the world had never seen.

I'd invited everyone remotely curious to swing by my house in a week's time. The rules were simple: no cameras, no clothes, no consequences. If you wear blue nail polish, you consent to being used however anyone wants; black nail polish means your feet only are free use; red nail polish means you'd like to be asked consent. No nail polish means you don't want to participate, just watch.

The day after I put them up, I had guys ringing my doorbell all day. Some of them I told to wait for the party, others were cute enough that I let them cum on my feet. But as the time drew nearer, I began to realise just how popular this was going to be - I was getting dozens of messages a day, asking about logistics, the address, every aspect.

And then, before I knew it, it was time. The queue stretched around the block. The neighbours had all left for the evening, fearing the fallout.

The punch bowl was full, the floor was clean, and all that was left was to open the door to my guests. Nude save for my blue nails, I padded over and flung it open.

(Heya! Silly little prompt today: anyone and everyone welcome. Please have clean and well-kept feet, but aside from that I am Not Fussy. You can find further kinks and limits on my profile, but I think it's fairly obvious what I'm looking for.

You don't have to write as much as this, but please give me something to work with; I reserve the right to ignore you if your opener is low-effort. I look forward to hearing from you!)