Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 17:35:56 EDT
From: Soxjox@aol.com
Subject: Executive Feet

This story is a work of fiction by the author. If you're not of legal age
to read this where you live, shame on you, stop now or you'll go blind and
grow hair on your palms. The story is loosely based on a suggestion by a
fan (thanks Muscle Boy Chris). It contains consensual sex between two adult
males, WS, mild SM, shoe, sock, foot worship, dirty rimming, cigars, and
domination. All copyrights reserved by the author. soxjox@aol.com

Executive Feet

	I own a Men's shoe store here in Las Vegas. I'm 35, and keep in
shape with regular work-outs. On this particular day, I had closed the
store early to do inventory. I was finishing up when a good looking
gentleman in a black suit tried the door expecting it to open. When it
didn't, he looked at me through the glass and I went and opened the
door. He told me he'd just gotten off shift and wanted to buy a pair of
shoes. From the name plate on his suit, I surmised he was probably a floor
supervisor at a casino. The name plate said his name was Scott. Looking him
over, he looked like a former football player with his wide shoulders and
barrel chest somewhere in his late 40's. He had dark brown hair stylishly
cut and piercing green eyes. When I looked at his feet, I saw a pair of
nice Italian black wing-tips.

	"Sorry about the locked door" I told him "I was closed early to do
inventory, but I'm done and would be glad to help you."

	I had just gotten off shift working the casino floor and decided to
shop for a new pair of shoes on my way home. I picked this particular store
because it specialized in Men's shoes. Sometimes you can find just the
right salesperson that really gets into their work for more then the
money. Having a dominant personality, I enjoy getting my feet worshiped by
a real foot pig. When I got to the store, I found the door locked when I
tried to open it. Looking in I saw a good looking guy about my height
heading to the door. He opened it and explained about doing inventory, but
told me he'd be happy to help. Seeing the way he was looking at my feet, I
had a good feeling I had found a foot pig. "Thanks, I appreciate the
service" I replied while stepping into the store. "Are you sure it's not a
problem?"

	"No problem at all" he responded looking from my feet up to my eyes
smiling. "I'm very happy to be of service to you. Take a look around for
what you like while I finish up."

	Scott smiled back and entered the store. While he was looking over
my selection, I finished what I was doing and glanced back over at him
looking at his wing-tips. I looked up and realized he was looking at me
with a smirk on his face. Turning bright red, I asked "did you find
something you like?"

	"Yes, these" he replied holding up a pair of black Italian tasseled
loafers.

	Since I had locked the door after letting him in I asked him "why
don't you come with me to the back room? I have a much more comfortable
chair back there, and I won't have to run back and forth that way."

	"Lead the way" he replied with a smile and a cock of his head.

	Following me into the back, he found a nice black leather club
chair with a cabinet beside it. On the top of the cabinet sat a humidor and
an elegant crystal ashtray. As he sat in the chair, I asked "what size
shoes do you need?"

	Crossing one foot over his knee, Scott replied "size 14."

	Looking at his shoe and now exposed ankle, I could see he was
wearing sheer black socks with a hint of a stripe pattern to them. "Yes
sir, one size 14 coming up" I said looking back from his shoe to his
eyes. He smiled and gave me a little nod. "If you'd like, why don't you
take of your jacket and get more comfortable while I find your shoes?"
Quickly locating the right pair I returned to find his jacket off and him
loosening his tie. He had returned his foot to his ankle again.

	Looking around at the set-up he showed me to, let me know I'd hit
the jackpot. This guy was definitely a foot pig. As he dropped to his knees
in front of me, I said "Well boy, do you have any cigars here?"

      From Scott's choice of address to me, I knew he'd cemented our roles
in this exchange. "Yes Sir, would you like me to get you one?"

	"Yes boy, I think I'm going too really like the service you
provide." I replied with a smile.

	With Scott watching me, I reached over to the humidor on the
cabinet beside his chair, opening the humidor and selected a cigar from
inside. He watched as I held it up to my ear and rolled it between my thumb
and forefinger listening for the right crinkly sound and I saw him smile as
I ran the fragrant cigar under my nose inhaling the aroma of the tobacco. I
opened the drawer of the cabinet and pulled out a cigar cutter which I used
to trim the end. Handing him the cigar, I reached into the drawer again and
pulled out a box of wooden matches. Removing one, I closed the box and
struck the match on the side. I let it flair up and waited until the sulfur
had burned off and held the flame tip up to his cigar as he leaned forward
in his chair and began puffing until the end was a nice cherry red. As he
sat back in his chair he commented "nicely done boy."

	I looked up at him and smiled. Reaching over to the cabinet again,
I opened the cabinet door and pulled out a crystal snifter and a bottle of
Remy Martin VS and poured him a generous measure. I left the bottle open
beside the snifter and sat back still on my knees before him. As the scent
of his cigar filled the backroom, he said to me "well boy, I think it's
time you gave those wing-tips you've been eyeing ever since I got here some
attention."

	`This foot pig really knows how to push my buttons' Scott thought
watching the guy perform his cigar ritual. The cognac was a nice touch. As
I puffed on the cigar and took a sip, I directed him to start working on my
shoes.

	Not needing a second invitation, I told Scott "yes Sir" and grasped
the foot resting on his knee, raising it to my face, and began to tongue
his shoe. As I ran my tongue over his shoe I reveled in the scent and taste
of the fine Italian leather with just a hint of shoe polish. Running my
tongue over every inch of the uppers, I made sure he knew how much I
appreciated the honor of serving him. When I had finished the first shoe,
he pulled it back from my hands and set it down on the floor between my
parted knees pressing the sole against my crotch. He lifted his other foot
and I began too give that shoe the same attention as the first. He kept
pressing his other foot into my crotch as I tongued his shoe. The taste and
scent of Italian leather and shoe polish filled my senses as I completed
worshiping his shoe.

	Finishing my service on his shoes, he placed that shoe on my thigh
and told me "I've been on the working the floor all day and my feet are
tired. Why don't you give me a foot massage?" Working quickly, I untied
both shoes and slipped off the right one first, placing his socked foot on
my thigh. Pulling off the left shoe, I started to put it on the floor when
he leaned forward and said "Give me that." I handed him the shoe and
holding it by the sole in one hand, he grasped my head with the other hand
and brought the shoe opening to my nose, pressing it to my face. I could
see him smile as I loudly sniffed the scents of leather and foot sweat from
the inside of his shoe. He released my head and pulled the shoe away from
my eager nose. Dropping the shoe, he sat back and said "time for that
massage."

	I think I surprised the foot pig when I forced his nose into my
shoe, but from all the heavy breathing he was doing, I didn't think he
minded a bit. A true foot pig. Sitting back I let him start my foot
massage.

	Picking up Scott's right foot by the heel, I raised it up to face
height and started massaging the damp and glistening from sweat foot
through his sheer, over-the-calf thick & thin sock. I rubbed the sole with
my thumb and knuckles to relax his foot. He let a moan escape as I worked
his foot. This was followed by grasping each of his toes and massaging
them. Holding his foot with both hands, I massaged the top of his foot
while rubbing his sole with my thumbs. Leaning forward, I pressed my nose
to his toes breathing in the scent of leather and the dark smells of foot
sweat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him unbuckle his belt. Looking up
at him, I placed his big socked toe into my mouth and watched him
smile. Licking slowly along his sole, I began to suck and tongue his foot
through his sock. Reaching up his pant leg to remove his sock, I was
delighted to encounter a garter holding his sock up. Unclipping it, I
gently removed his sock giving me unencumbered access to his bare foot. He
continued watching me worship his foot while puffing on his cigar and
taking periodic sips of cognac. Starting with his sole, I ran my tongue all
over the bottom of his foot then across the top. Holding his foot with both
hands, I ran my tongue along the crease between his toes and sole eliciting
a sign of pleasure. Reaching out, I sucked his large toe into my mouth and
started treating it like a cock sucking and running my tongue all over
it. I moved down the row giving each toe the same royal treatment. Once I
finished that, I set his foot down and picked up his other foot. I gave it
the same treatment as the other beginning with a massage while sniffing his
toes, followed by laundering his sock with my mouth, too tongue bathing his
foot. While I was doing that, I saw him un-do his tie and unbutton his
dress shirt exposing his muscular chest.

	While he was cleaning my feet, I decided to get more comfortable
and unbuttoned my shirt. The pig really knew how to worship a man's
feet. This is the kind of foot service I really get into.

	When I'd completed worshiping Scott's foot, I set it down and sat
back looking up into his green eyes. He kept the stare into my eyes as he
pulled his belt from his pants doubling it up and giving me a one word
command "strip!" Hastily I complied, and once naked he ordered me "lay
across my knees." I quickly moved into position and he said "I want to hear
a count."

	I barely had time to say "yes Sir" when the first stroke stung my
ass. "One Sir, may I have another?" By the time he reached ten, my ass was
on fire.

	"Okay boy, I think that's enough for now" I said while running my
hands over his burning red striped ass cheeks. I'd felt his cock pressing
against my leg getting harder the more I hit him.

      He rolled me off his knees exposing my hard cock, excited by the
strapping I'd just received as well as excitement from the whole scene. He
stood up and unfastened his pants letting them drop to the floor. He held
onto the top of my head to steady himself while stepping out of each leg
letting me pull them aside. I looked at his white Calvin Klein briefs then
up to his face. Giving me a nod of permission, I pulled his briefs down
noticing a large skid mark on the white fabric. My face was at crotch level
as I removed his briefs and the scent of a male crotch after working all
day was assaulting my nose. He said "give them to me" as he stepped out of
his briefs. Handing them to him he grabbed my head with one hand and
pressed the briefs to my face with the other. The smell was intoxicating
and I breathed his odor as deeply as I could for as long as he would let
me. "That's right, smell my stink boy. Get off on the smell of my nasty
crotch" he said. He threw the briefs to the floor and sat on the edge of
the chair with his large egg sized balls hanging down in front. His almost
nine inch cock was standing straight up as he leaned back. "Let's see what
else your mouth is good for boy. Get to work on that cock that's going to
fuck you, foot pig."

	Grasping his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the
other, I wrapped my lips around his tight cock head and began running my
tongue all over it.  Gently sucking his cock in and out of my mouth, I
slowly inched my way down his cock until I had all nine inches buried down
my throat and his fragrant pubes pressed up against my nose. Once I
bottomed out on his cock, he grabbed my head with both hands and started to
fuck my mouth with his hard cock.

	Man, this guy really knew how to suck cock. Nice and deep, just the
way I like it. "That's it boy, get my cock hungry for your ass" I said
while fucking his face slowly up and down my cock letting him breath on the
up strokes. "My cock loves a deep throat, but not as much as it's going to
like pounding your ass."

	After several minutes, he released my head and allowed me to pull
off his leaking cock. That was the opportunity for me to pay attention to
his low hanging balls and fragrant crotch. Sucking the first orb into my
mouth, I gently pulled on it while laving it with my tongue being rewarded
with a groan of approval from above. Releasing it, I took the other in my
mouth and gave it the same loving treatment receiving a caress on the top
of my head in reward. Pulling off, I gently lifted his balls and began
tonguing the sensitive areas on either side of his scrotum and the area
behind his balls. Running my tongue up and down his taint was obviously
giving him great pleasure and the scent of his ripe ass while trying to get
as far back as possible, was incredible. Sitting at the edge of the seat as
he was, he lifted his legs exposing his ass hole to my gaze. I took just a
moment to view the beautiful pucker with damp hair lining it, before
pressing my nose to his hole and breathing deeply. "You really are a pig,
aren't you boy?" he commented while grabbing the back of my head and
pulling my nose in closer. "I figured you for a brown noser" he laughed.

	Pulling back, I stuck out my tongue and proceeded to lick the area
around his hole. When I was sure that area was clean and had all the
attention it deserved, my tongue zeroed in on his shit hole and started
licking the wrinkled folds of his asshole. I've always loved tonguing a
hole that hasn't been showered since the last shit, and the light coating
of residual shit always adds to the pleasure I get out of worshiping a hot
man hole. His was no exception. As I cleaned his hole, I felt it relax and
blossom out urging me to press my tongue as deeply into his ass as I
could. The more I worked his hole the more relaxed it became until the
point where there was no resistance what so ever. To me a true sign of a
man's expectation of complete dominance over another.

	The rimming he was giving my ass felt incredible. The more he
worked it, the more I relaxed my hole to his eager tongue. After several
minutes of his ass worship, I decided it was time to move on. "It's time to
fuck that pig hole of your's" I said while lowering my feet back to the
ground. I watched as he reached over and pulled a condom out of the cabinet
drawer. After unwrapping it, he placed it in his mouth and lowered it over
my hard cock. Using his lips to unroll it, he slid his mouth down my cock,
sheathing it in latex. Pulling off and settling back on his knees, he
watched as I stood up and told him "get up on your knees on the chair."

	"Yes Sir" I replied moving into position with my ass hanging over
the edge of the seat. I saw him pick up his still smoldering cigar from the
ashtray and looked back as he put it between his teeth as he smiled down at
me. He moved behind me and I could feel the head of his cock at my hole. I
felt his hands grab me around the waist, and with one move, he pushed his
cock into me and didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt in my ass. The
sudden shock and pain of being impaled on that nine inch monster left me
breathless until I felt him pull almost all the way. His downward plunge
back into my ass caused me to let out a whoosh as I finally started
breathing again. Slowly at first, he moved in and out, stopping at the
point of exit only to push in, in one smooth plunge after another hitting
my prostate every time. "Please Sir, fuck my ass" I begged.

	"You got it boy" I growled around my cigar and then started fucking
his ass with a vengeance. Nice and tight. "That's it fucker, take my cock
up your sorry slutty ass" I said while pounding his ass.

	Some time later, it could have been minutes or hours, but the
pounding in my ass and more specifically, the hits my prostate was taking
from each stroke felt delirious. All too soon, I could feel my balls draw
up and knew I was about too cum from his power fuck. "Of FUCK, I'm cumming"
I shouted! I could feel him start to jerk and knew he was cumming at the
same time.

	All too soon, I could feel the pig's ass start to spasm and knew he
was starting to cum from my pounding. The spasm felt so good, I couldn't
hold back. Suddenly, I was shooting for all it was worth. "FUCK, FUCK, take
my nut PIG" I shouted, collapsing on his back. Pulling out I said "on your
knees."

	Crawling off the chair and on to the floor, I watched Scott skin
the condom off his cock and bring it over to my mouth. Knowing what was
about to happen, I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. He held the
condom opening down over my mouth by pinching the end with one hand while
wrapping his thumb and forefinger from the other hand and slid them down
dumping the contents into my mouth. "Swallow" he ordered. "Now clean me up
boy."

	"Yes Sir" I replied while drawing his still tumescent cock into my
mouth to clean the residual of his come off it. I could feel his cock
starting to go down and was getting ready to pull off, when I felt his hand
on the back of my head holding me in place.

	"Not so fast pig, you're not finished yet" Scott told him.

      Knowing what was coming; I waited and heard him sigh just as the
first spurts of piss hit my tongue. Swallowing as fast as I could, I barely
kept up with the flow but didn't spill a drop. Eventually the stream of
piss reduced and stopped all together. I continued to suckle his cock to
get all the last drips out until he pulled out. "Now that's what I call
service, pig" he commented with a smile.

	"Thank you Sir, I appreciate being able to provide you with the
service you deserve" I replied while watching him start to button his
shirt. Quickly reaching over into my inventory, I pulled out a fresh pair
of black sheer OTC socks and waited for him sit back down. He quirked a
questioning eyebrow at me and I replied "on the house." He just smiled and
nodded as I pulled the new pair on clipping the garters to them. While he
finished dressing, I quickly pulled on my clothes and went back to my knees
to wait for him. Sitting back down, I put the new loafers on his feet after
first bending down and kissing the tops of each foot. Placing his wing-tips
and dirty socks in the loafer box, I bagged them up and handed it to him.

	"What do I owe you for the shoes" Scott asked as we walked out to
the front of the store.

	"Just your continued patronage Sir" I replied with a smile as I led
him to the front door.

	"You can count on the boy, count on it" he said with a smile as I
let him out and locked the door behind him.

	As Scott was heading home he wondered what it would be like to fist
that ass in the near future.

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more story lines.

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