After Court

[socksandrocksoff]

She had on a tiny black skirt, black thigh high socks (with white stripes near the top) and a tiny white halter type top. She wore a coat, but, it came off as soon as she stepped in my door.

We said "hi" and went into my office. An old 80s song was playing on my computer ("Life In Northern Town") and she went to change it to some other kind of music. I told her to leave it alone and just dance slowly to that song. She laughed and said, "OK, but, it's not going to be to good, you can't really dance ....." I grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. She seemed shocked and I said, "Just dance."

She did, leaning over me, slowly gyrating her hips onto my groin. I rubbed her thighs and ass. Maybe, this lasted a minute before I pulled her onto the couch, slid her shoes off and started to inhale and kiss her socked feet. I moved up her calves and then kissed her thighs. She spread her legs wide apart and said, "Your turn today." I started to kiss her panty covered pussy. She was wet.

"Your friend was only average, today, I need ....." she said, then moaned. I slid her panties off and started to lick, slurp, suck (and anything else I could think of) her pussy. It dawned on me then that if she and Kevin had fucked early (and, indeed, he had been "average" and obviously hadn't brought her to orgasm), he had blown his load in her. Some of it had to still be there (unless of course she had showered, but, given the scent of her feet and body, I didn't think she had).

My mouth was deep into her pussy and on her clit. I imagined that I could taste his cum, mingled with her juices, but who the fuck knew. She ground her pussy into my face, moaning, quietly, gyrating her hips. There really is no feeling quite in the world like bringing a man or woman to an orgasm. With women, it seems even more intense. Their bodies really tense before their orgasm. Amy's was no exception. She moaned out and her body shook.

We were both breathing heavily. It was an incredible experience. My cock was hard, but, she made no move to release my tension. She just lay there, breathing heavily. I moved to her feet and started to massage them and kiss them.

After a few minutes, she sat up, unzipped my pants, slid them and my underwear down and started to stroke my cock. I had made love to my wife the night before, so, I knew I'd last a long time. At some point, she pulled her feet from me and moved down to lick my cock. She continued to stroke and, after awhile, I came.

After, we sat there, and I went back to her feet. "That was incredible," she said, "I can only imagine what it would be like to ...... oh, and I'm sorry." I was puzzled and said, "About what?" She was very hesitant and said, "Well, you know, I mean, Kevin, he came in me and then ...."

I laughed, "It's OK," I said, "I'm sure all ..... traces of him were gone." She looked at me and said, "If you say so, you really don't mind?" I really laughed and said, "Listen, I could give two fucks, I kind of go with the flow and the flow said dive in their and give you some release."

She laughed now and said, "Are you bi?" I shook my head (and lied) and said, "No, not even close. Do I look bisexual?" She said, "What exactly does a bisexual look like?" I laughed then and said, "Well ...... uh, not me, how's that?"

The truth was, it turned me on to no end to know that I had been where Kevin's cock had just been. I knew the fantasies would start, in my mind, of fluffing him so that he could fuck her, that kind of thing.

She kissed my neck and said, "I'll bet you're great in bed, you know how to bring a woman ..... pleasure. You should talk to your friend about that." I smiled and said, "Hmmmm, well, maybe we can have a threesome and I can show him. Threesomes are a turn on for us bis."

She kind of pushed me away and laughed but I wondered of she suspected something. It didn't matter. I was getting closer to Kevin, I could just sense it. The only problem was that I was really attracted to Amy. So, in my mind, all the scenarios with Kevin and sucking him seemed to involve her being there too. I guess the other bigger problem was, of course, that I was married.

The whole thing was fucked up. The whole last couple weeks had been fucked up. I really didn't know what I was doing or where I was headed. But, I had not felt this sexually free in a long, long time.

 

[socksandrocksoff]

Free, on the one hand, imprisoned on the other. Rick had gone from the golden lover to someone I did everything to avoid over the next days. As quickly as I fell under his spell, it seems, was as quickly as I ran as far and as fast as possible from him. I ignored him Monday and Tuesday of last week. I also did not contact Amy.

By Wednesday, I actually did talk to Rick but just begged off meeting him. I knew a showdown of some sorts was coming with him. I couldn't blame him for being upset. I had gone from being a totally submissive cocksucker to someone who just avoided him.

Amy called me Wednesday. Wanted to meet with me. Something important, she said. I told her to stop by the office after 5:00. She showed up dressed normally. She seemed stressed. She asked for a beer, which I got her. She asked if she could "party" a little. I told her it was OK to get high if that's what she wanted. She lit up. For the life of me, I'll never understand why people just don't use good old fashioned rolling paper anymore, but, they don't (and she didn't-it's all this "blunt" shit).

She basically told me that Kevin was stressing her out. She said it was hard to find a guy that wasn't overly jealous and possessive of her, given her job as a dancer, and hard to find a guy that didn't mind if their girl danced, naked, for unknown men. I understood all that. But, she said, Kevin was getting downright strange about me. Asking a lot of questions, suspicious that we were actually fucking as opposed to what we were doing (which she told him was just some mild dancing and foot fetish play). He had brought up that I had already stolen one girl from him and ....

I cut her off and said, "What? What did he say? Who?" Amy said, "Some girl a long time ago, Lori or something. Why? What happened? Did you?"

I quickly said, "No, not really. Wait, what exactly did he say?" She repeated what she had told me. My mind spun, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how he knew. I never told him and I'm sure Lauren hadn't. My mind raced while she talked. I thought about it and figured, you know, Lauren and I certainly hadn't secluded ourselves back then. I'm sure someone must have seen us somewhere and told him. On the other hand, we tried to keep a low profile back then and since she wasn't 21 (and couldn't legally drink) we had not frequented bars.

Amy looked at me and said, "Are you listening to me?" I said that I was. "So," she said, "I don't know what he wants, what to do." I was puzzled, I hadn't been listening and didn't know what she was asking about.

"Huh?" I said. "I don't understand the problem," I continued. She laughed and said, "He thinks we're fucking." I laughed too and said, "So, tell him we're not." She said that she had but he didn't really believe it. "Well," I said, "it was his idea to set up this whole private dancing thing, what the fuck?"

"What do you want me to do, stop seeing you, stop having dances?" I asked. She shook her head "no." She said, "Maybe, you could talk to him or .... maybe he could like watch us, one time, so he could see nothing going on. I mean, nothing would be able to go on. I could dance a little, you could kiss my feet, I don't know."

Kevin as part of the whole thing. Now, there was an idea I could wrap my arms around. I wanted to fuck Amy, I wanted to suck Kevin ..... what more could I ask for than to have them both in an explicitly sexual atmosphere? I liked the possibilities. But, I knew that he wasn't necessarily interested in any kind of sexual encounter with me. But, maybe, I thought, his own insecurities would force him into a limited encounter. Maybe, I could show him that I wanted to be submissive to both him and Amy. Maybe, I could start small. Have his feet near hers when I kissed her feet. It wouldn't be a big move, at that point, to give a little kiss to his feet. Each time, I could push it a little more until finally ......

I looked at Amy and said, "We'll figure something out, this will all work out. Don't worry." She was getting stoned and mellowing out. She brushed my face with her hand and said, "I'm not worried, anymore. I know you'll take care of it." She slid her feet onto my lap and said, "Until then, let's have a little fun, OK?"

Who was I to argue with a gorgeous girl?

 

[socksandrocksoff]

I wasn't able to put off Rick any longer than that Thursday. He texted that he was stopping at the office after work. I dreaded the confrontation.

Around 6:00, he showed up. I had loosened myself up by having about 3 drinks in the hour before he appeared. He looked exhausted after a hard day's work. We went into my actual office and he sat on the couch and I got him a beer. He wanted to know what the hell had been going on. I started to tell him that I just needed a break, that it was getting too complicated, but, I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

Instead, I dropped to my knees, between his legs and rubbed his jean covered thighs. I kissed his crotch and whispered, "Nothing, I've just been so busy, I'm sorry....." and, then, I was overcome with a overwhelming desire to suck his cock. I made out with his crotch, kissing it, licking it, breathing on it and rubbing my cheek against his cock while I kissed his thighs. I kissed all down his legs to his feet and kissed the tops of his boots. I unlaced them, took them off, then reached up, pulled his pants off and started to kiss his underwear covered cock.

"Fuck that," he said and slid his underwear down and spread his legs. His cock stood upright and I slid my mouth onto it and started to suck him. I had to wonder what had come over me as I loved his cock, loved serving him. I couldn't seem to get enough of him in my mouth, couldn't get enough of his taste. He blew his load quickly and I swallowed every drop.

He, obviously, didn't think there were any significant problems and he left shortly after. At least, I didn't make some final break from him. I loved being his suck and fuck toy. I did. But, I just couldn't get Kevin out of my mind.

I convinced Kevin to come to my office the next night. He was clearly high when he arrived. I could smell the weed on him. He drank a beer and we talked.

I told him that I hoped he didn't have a problem with me and Amy. He had been right, I said, I had an out of control foot fetish and I loved the fact that she let me kiss her feet. I told him that I hoped he knew that nothing more was going on (which was a lie) and I asked (yes, asked) for his permission to continue to get the private dances and foot worship sessions with Amy.

"I don't get it," he said, "you just....kiss her socks and feet, what the fuck?" I laughed and said that was about it. I told him that he should watch us the next time so that he could see nothing went on between us. He shook his head and said, "No way, I don't want to see that."

He sighed and said, "I just ...... she'll do anything for money, I don't know, I just don't want her...." I laughed and said, "Kevin, in this economy, most people will do anything for money. You borrowed money from me and set up this whole thing why do you now worry about it?"

He didn't say anything. I went on, "She's giving me a break on price right now, but, once the debt is paid off, I'll pay her $100 for an hour with her feet....that's a lot of money to let a guy kiss your feet." He muttered, "I guess." I said, "Oh, you wouldn't let someone kiss your feet for a hundred bucks?" He looked at me and said, "Not a guy."

I said, "Oh, OK, not a guy, but if a woman wanted to, would you tell her 'no'?" He thought and said, "No, I guess not."

Again, that day, I had been drinking most of the afternoon. I was loose and figured now was my chance. I said, "You know, I find it hard to believe you would say 'no' even to a guy." He looked at me and said, "Believe it."

I pulled 2 $50 bills out of my pocket and said, "Really? I've always wondered what a guy's feet were like, care to indulge me?" He frowned, "That's disgusting, no." But, I saw him looking at the money.

I laughed now and put the money away. "I'm just fucking with you," I said, "but, you see my point." He said, "I guess." He seemed to want to say more, but, he didn't.

I wanted, hell, needed him to say "OK." I figured if I could just get to his feet, I could get to the rest of him. But, it was clear that he wasn't going to do it. Still, he seemed conflicted. I don't know, I guess I could have pushed but I was afraid of pushing him away.

In my life, I have had a several fantasies of sucking off good friends of mine and, even though I would make suggestive jokes or hints to them, I never could really ask them. I just didn't know how to get them to let me. I didn't know how to get Kevin to let me. I was disheartened as I felt I was never going to get this guy.

 

[socksandrocksoff]

Kevin asked for another beer and I got him one. He drank and sort of rambled about how Amy was a little wild when it came to sex, how she loved to talk dirty, how she loved to fuck. She was, according to him, the hottest and wildest girl he had ever fucked. She also loved to party and fuck. He talked a lot about how he loved fucking her.

Then he asked for another beer. As he drank that, he talked more about Amy and sex. I'd be lying if I said that the whole conversation wasn't turning me on- I kept thinking of sucking his cock and of fucking her. It was odd, I was turned on by both of them. Another beer (and a shot) followed. He kept talking about sex with her.

Finally, he said, "So, you just kiss her feet, that's what you're into?" I told him that was it (a lie, as I said, but ....). "Why do you like feet?" he asked. I told him that I didn't really know, but, feet just turned me on. "You'd really pay her a $100 to just kiss her feet?" he asked. I told him I would.

"Were you fucking around with me," he said, "about my feet, I mean, do you like guy's feet too?" I was silent, I could feel my heart suddenly beating in my chest. Was he giving me an opening, I wondered. "I don't know," I said, "I've never tried a guy's feet (again, a lie). I imagine I would have to try it, but, you know, it's feet so I'd probably like it. I don't know."

"What do you do, exactly?" he asked. I told him I liked to get on my knees, bend my face down toward the shoe and foot and start kissing the shoe, then remove the shoe, kiss the socked foot and so on.

"Do you use your tongue, I mean, when you're doing that?" he asked. I laughed and said I did. "Aren't feet dirty? Kind of gross," he said. I looked down at his feet and said, "I don't know, are yours dirty?"

"I don't know," he said, "I mean I showered this morning....." I slowly reached in my pocket for the $100. I felt the money between my hands in my pocket. I didn't know what to say next, but, I figured it was now or never.

 

[socksandrocksoff]

You know, I can't describe the way I felt/feel about Kevin. I have never felt like that about anyone my whole life. I had never lusted/wanted someone for so many years. Most of my life, any time I was significantly attracted to a woman (or even, on those few occasions, a guy), I ended up being with them. With Kevin, it had been 17 years of pining away for him, jacking off to thoughts of him, fantasizing about him - and, all of it in private. I couldn't tell him or anyone the way I felt.

I ached to be able to just touch him. I do have a foot fetish, but, I mean, just being able to touch his feet, to kiss them, it would have been more than enough. Sounds silly, I know, but, it's the truth.

Yet, I was so afraid to make a move. So afraid to screw up any chance I had with him. I guess that was foolish too. I should have just made a move years ago and if he had said "no," and left my life, well, it would have saved me years of lusting after him. I guess I needed to make sure he never left my life. Just seeing him once in a while, even if I could never be with him, was better than nothing.

That Friday at the office. I had my hand in my pocket, I felt my money in my pocket. My only question was should I bring it out, should I offer it?

I pulled the money out and said to him, "Do you want to try it, I mean, if either of us don't like it, I'll just stop. It's just feet." He was very silent, lost in thought. I handed him the money, and he took it and slid it in his pocket.

I was trembling. I dropped to my knees and looked at his feet. I didn't dare look him in the eyes. I wanted to make no eye contact, I didn't want to do anything to make him uncomfortable. He wore Skechers that weren't really tennis shoes but kind of were. They were black. He also had, I could see, black low cut socks on. I leaned over and slowly pecked the top of his shoes with my lips. I was trembling, nervous as hell.

I could smell the leather smell. I started to kiss the area near the tongue of his shoes. I gently untied one shoe and slid his socked foot out. A mixed odor of leather and sweat rushed out. I nearly passed out I was in such a swoon. His socks were slightly moist. At first, I tried to keep the kisses small, but, I couldn't help myself, my mouth opened more and more with each kiss, my tongue darted out, slightly pressing against and licking the top part of his socked foot. I placed my hands on his calf and gently pushed his leg up a little so I could kiss the sole of his foot. I can't even now describe how incredible he smelled and tasted. I had waited 17 years just to touch him.

I became insanely passionate kissing the sole of his socked foot. I was horny as hell and felt like my cock was ripping through my pants. I was where I had dreamed of being, beneath him, below his feet, worshiping him. I sucked lightly on the heel of his sock, trying to taste his sweat. I finally pulled his sock off and started to kiss his bare foot. My tongue darted between each toe, licking up the black lint from his socks, licking up his sweat, licking up his toe jam. I made out with his foot and I tried to be quiet, not letting any moans out even though I felt like exploding. Once or twice, I must have tickled him with my tongue, because he slowly pulled his foot away, but, then, he'd put it right back near my mouth. I was lost in his foot.

I turned my attention to his other foot and did the same with that one. After awhile, I just lay on the floor, his black socks, on the floor, near my face, and I licked and kissed each of his soles. I know that it went on for over an hour. Occasionally, I would kiss up near his ankles, sliding his jeans slightly up. Finally, I had had enough of his feet, I needed more of him.

I reached in my pocket and handed him another $100 and asked if I could kiss his calves and ankles. He seemed kind of lost, in a daze, but he shook his head "yes." I tried to slide the pant legs up, but, they kept slipping down. Finally, I looked up and said, "Please, just slide your pants off so I can do this right." Much to my amazement, he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. I kissed his calves, his ankles, the area around and behind his knees. I was in an erotic stupor, I couldn't seem to get enough of him. His legs were slightly hairy, covered with light brown or blonde hair. He tasted incredible.

I now, really, didn't know what I was doing as I moved my mouth up to his inner thighs and started kissing them. I could see his cock was hard and pressed up against his white underwear. I moved close to his cock, waiting for him to stop me, but, he didn't. I tried to kiss the backs of his thighs, near his ass, but couldn't get a good angle with him sitting on the couch. So, I went back to his inner thighs, open mouth kissing them while my hands rubbed his calves. Finally, I moved to the area nearest where his cock and sac rubbed against his inner thigh. I licked the area and he started to moan.

I now just moved onto his cock and started to open mouth kiss it through his underwear. I still would not look him in the eyes, didn't want him to stop me. I slid his underwear down and he said, "Whoa, wait, what the ....." but, I was already sucking his cock. I slurped as I sucked up and down. I went slow and deep at first, then getting faster. His cock tasted better than anything I had ever tasted. He was average size and a little thinner size. He fit perfectly in my mouth, never once causing me to gag or choke.

I slid down, taking his ball in my mouth while I used my hand to stroke his cock. I then licked his shaft while stroking him. Then, I wrapped my lips back around that gorgeous cock and started to really suck him. Up and down, deeply and quickly. He tensed and exploded in my mouth. He groaned out loud, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh......."

I needed to cum and wasn't about to ask for permission. I lay on the floor, took my cock in my hand and kissed his soles while I stroked myself. I lasted maybe 30 seconds and came myself.

We were both panting, breathing heavily. After a minute or so, I broke the silence. "That was incredible," I whispered. Kevin said nothing. I still didn't want to look him in the eye. I was....embarrassed, I don't know, felt awkward, I can't describe it.

"Kevin," I said, "I...." He said, "You can't tell Amy, you can't tell anyone." I finally looked at him and said, "I won't. Don't worry. I have to tell you the truth, though, I have wanted that for so long. I-" He said, "Don't, I don't want to know, I mean, I've never....."

It was horrible, awkward and horrible. I wanted to tell him that I had been in love with him for years, that I wanted to be his boyfriend, that I was willing to do anything he needed or wanted. I had waited for years for this moment. It may have felt awkward, but, it was incredible, just incredible.

More soon.

 

[Bi4Dads]

Just wanted to let you know (and I'm probably not alone here) that I've been following this with great interest, and hope to see more soon. I'm glad you finally got a taste of Kevin . And I agree that Rick sounds like a dick.

 

[socksandrocksoff]

Thanks Bi4. I, too, am glad I finally got a taste of him. Rick, well, he is a dick, and, yet ........

But, it was awkward, after. I mean, it seems to me, it always has been with guys that are bi or straight. It's like they don't want to say or do anything to acknowledge what just happened.

Kevin was no different. He sat there, silent (and probably stoned) and then started to get his pants and stuff on. I asked him not to leave, but, he said he had to go. I tried to talk to him and told him not to be weirded out by the whole thing, but, he didn't say much other than stuff like "how can I not feel like that?"

I figured I'd never see him again and my heart really sank. I said, "Please, don't leave like this. I want to see you again. I want to ...."

He cut me off and said, "I can't talk about this now." He started to put his socks on and I reached over to grab them and said, "At least, leave these here." He looked at me and said, "For what?.......You're fucked up, you know that?" But he left the socks, put his shoes on and left the office.

I pressed his socks to my nose and inhaled his scent. I wanted to be with him. I actually was going to ask him to leave his underwear but didn't want to completely freak him out. I can't explain why I needed his socks other than to say that I needed something that had touched his skin, something that had his scent on them, something that I could feel, taste and masturbate to.

Being with him and left me feeling very emotional. I had dreamed and fantasized of that day for years and years. It was, truthfully, as good and fulfilling as I had hoped. I loved that feeling of servicing him, loved that feeling of being between those legs and taking his cock in my mouth. I loved the taste of him, the smell of him. I hated his exit but I at least had finally realized my fantasy. I also felt sick knowing that I might never see him again.

I didn't hear from him at all that weekend but I did get a call from Amy on Monday. She wanted to come and give me a dance. My stomach was in knots, wondering what she knew or what he said, but, all she told me was that whatever I told Kevin, it seemed to calm him down. She didn't even bother to dance for me, just slid her shoes off and slid her socked feet into my lap as we sat next to each other on my office couch.

I rubbed and kissed her feet, but, this time, something was different. My cock was rock hard but I didn't want teasing, I wanted to fuck her. I knew that I was about to cross a line with respect to cheating on my wife, but, I just couldn't help it. She was so hot and she was fucking Kevin. I needed to put my cock where his had been. I slid her jeans and panties off and lay on top of her. I started to kiss her while grinding my cock and groin into her pussy. She whispered, "Fuck me" and I did. I am fairly skilled in sex and it wasn't long before I brought her to orgasm. She let me ride her a little longer and I could feel myself ready to explode. Normally, I would have worn a condom, but, erotically, I had no control with her. So, I was fucking her without one and, as I was ready to cum, I started to pull out. She grabbed my ass and said, "In me ..... cum in me, I'm on the pill." I don't know whether I believed her or not but cum in her I did.

We lay together, kissing and rubbing each other with our hands. She looked at me and said, "I love being with you." I smiled and said, "I feel the same." She kind of smiled and said, "Can't you feel the sparks?" I laughed and said I did.

I now had crossed into crazy territory. I still hadn't broken off with Rick, I had sucked Kevin and now I was fucking Kevin's girlfriend.

But, all that week, I didn't hear from Kevin. My heart ached. I really wanted to be with him. Rick did stop by one day after work and I dutifully sucked his cock. I let him treat me the way he liked (like I was basically his sex slave) and I can't really say that I didn't enjoy being with him. He was a hot, fucking guy with a great cock and great body. You know, at one point, while sucking him, I looked up at his face. He was looking at me. There is no submissive feeling in the world quite like locking eyes with a guy while sucking his cock. Our respective places were clear. I was there to please him, to provide him release, to satisfy his needs. He was becoming very dominant and very demanding and, in a way, I did really enjoy that.

But, all I dreamed and thought about was Kevin.

More soon.

 

[Kyanimal]

WOW! Just found your story, and ... WOW!!

Definitely looking forward to More!

Until then ... no matter what ...

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[socksandrocksoff]

It's been a long time since I've written but, then, so much has happened since, so, back to the story:

All I dreamed about was Kevin but Rick was my reality and he demanded my attention and my servitude. A few days after our last encounter, he texted me and said he needed to see me after work. He arrived around 6:00, I was sufficiently intoxicated by the time he came to the office. I really did want to break things off but didn't know how and, then, there was the fact that I really was so physically attracted to him and so mentally and erotically attracted to serving him.

He looked tired, worn out and he was sweaty and pretty much covered with dust or dirt. He wore a blue t shirt, dirty jeans and his work boots. We went into my office and I gave him a beer. I could see that his cock was already hard, it poked against his jeans. I could smell his masculine scent from where I sat next to him. He laid back on the couch and I moved to his feet, removing his boots, kissing his sweat drenched socks. He must have had a hard day at work, I had never seen him quite this messy and sweaty. I could taste the salt of his sweat on his socks as I open mouth kissed his sock covered feet. I was falling into an absolute erotic swoon, I didn't know if it was my absolute lust and desire for Kevin or my obvious attraction to Rick. Maybe, a combination of both.

I started to pull his socks off but he pulled my head and I moved to kiss his cock, encased in those jeans. I moved to his strong, muscular chest, and kissed his chest through his sweaty t shirt. Again, I could taste the salt of his sweat. He pulled his shirt off and his scent came at me in a massive wave. I could see sweat on his chest and kissed and licked it off. I was rock hard myself. I licked his chest, kissed his nipples, started to suck them and he moaned a little. I whispered, "You taste so great."

He pushed my head down again, to his groin. He wanted sucked, period. I slid his jeans and underwear off. I was going to give him no foreplay. He needed sucked and I needed to suck him. My mouth wrapped around his sweaty cock. Again, I could taste the salty taste and smell his odor. I swear that I felt like coming in my own pants. I wanted so badly to stroke myself, but, couldn't. I gently rubbed my own groin against his leg as I sucked him. I felt like a dog, humping my Master's leg.

His body rocked up and down as his cock absolutely fucked my mouth. He forced the back of my head up and down on his cock at such a fast pace that I had a hard time not gagging. Every time he thrust his cock in my mouth it felt like he was thrusting all the way down the back of my throat. My spit covered his cock, I panted trying to keep up. He blew the largest load that he had ever blown in my mouth and I dutifully swallowed every drop.

I ached to come. I begged him to rub his feet across my cock, to let me come. He was still breathing heavy and said, "My feet are filthy." I was so deep into a swoon, I responded, breathlessly, "I don't care, please let me fuck those filthy feet, please, I'm begging you." He laughed a little and said, "Fine, but tonight, I'm fucking the shit out of that ass of yours." I let out a little sigh and said, "I want you to fuck me." I slid my pants and underwear off and I moved back down toward his feet, placed one of his socked feet on my throbbing cock and took the other foot in my mouth. I buried my nose into the area near his toes and open mouth kissed the middle of sole. His socks were filthy and sweaty, I didn't care. He rubbed his foot against my cock, I ground my cock into his foot. It lasted maybe a minute until I tensed and came. He rubbed my cock with his foot, gently, until every last drop of come had squirted out.

He put his socked foot that had been on my cock near my face. There was a little bit of my cum on his sock. "Clean it off," he said. I dutifully licked it off. I cleaned off, got him another beer, and actually laid next to him on the couch. My face was buried into his chest and I gently kissed his chest.

"I'm separating from my wife, for awhile," he said. I was stunned. "I'll need some help," he said when I said nothing. I couldn't stop kissing his chest and I said, "Whatever you need - do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head. "I'll help you get an apartment, whatever, I'm sorry, I ....." I said.

"All I need you to do tonight is bend over and let me fuck you later," he said. I nodded my head. "You'd do anything for your Master, right?" he said. I said, "Of course, why do you even ...." He cut me off and said, "Because, I am your Master, right?" Without hesitating, I said, "You are, you are my Master."

 

[deanouk]

this story s amazing absolutely love it

 

[socksandrocksoff]

Thanks deanouk!

We drove to a hotel and I rented him a room. I then ran to the store, picked up some beer, condoms and lube. When I got back to the room, he was laying on his stomach, on the bed. I handed him a beer, sat next to him on the bed and started to rub his shoulders and back. He was tense and looked exhausted. I slid his shirt off and kissed his shoulders and back while I massaged him.

After a few minutes, he rolled over and told me to take his pants off. I did and saw that he was hard again. I undressed, he applied the lube and then I lay on my back on the bed, hips and ass on a pillow. He entered me without saying a word. It had been awhile since he had taken my ass. In fact, at one point, I thought he'd never fuck me again, yet, there I was, having sex with Rick.

I moaned out loud, stretching my legs high up in the air. He really started to go deep into my ass, fucking me quickly. Not as much pain as I recalled from the last time, in fact, it felt good, his cock sliding in and out of me. He was so hard and in so deep, at times, I wanted to yell out. Finally, he tensed and I could feel his load blowing into the condom. He slid out and rolled onto his back. I rubbed his chest with my hand, kissing his shoulders gently, telling him, "That felt so good, you feel so good." I was rock hard myself and I asked him if I did OK.

He grunted a little "yes," and, it was then I noticed, his socks were still on his feet. He was naked but for those dirty, sweaty socks. I kissed his stomach, his groin and his inner thighs. I moved down to his feet, inhaling the scent, kissing those socks and feet again. "I'll take care of you, whatever you need, Rick, I'll take care of ....." I whispered. As I kissed his feet, I slid my hand to my cock and started to pump. He slid one foot onto my cock and started to rub it. For the second time that day, I fucked his feet and came again on his socks.

I felt so submissive to him, so utterly controlled by him, such overwhelming feelings to serve him. I asked if I could take a shower and he said, "OK." When I was done, I saw him laying in bed, asleep. I slid in next to him and gently kissed his shoulders again. I knew that I had to go home but I wanted so badly to lay with him, sleep with him, be there for him when he woke up.

Over the next week, I spent time with him, looking for an apartment that he could rent. I finally found a very nice place that we could rent for 6 months at a time. I knew we would have to get a bed, a couch, a small TV, that kind of thing. He had no extra money and I ended up paying for everything. It was OK, though, for whatever misgivings I had about him were now gone. I wanted to be with him, to suck his beautiful cock, to lick the sweat off of his body, to let him fuck me whenever he wanted, to kiss his body and his feet.

I realized as the apartment was rented and we spent more and more time together that I was actually falling in love with him. Stupid, I know, but it had happened. I was falling in love with him. As for Rick, it became apparent that his feelings for me were changing as well. He needed me, he wanted me .... everything was getting very intense.

Then Kevin re-entered my life.

 

[socksandrocksoff]

I had rented the apartment for Rick, bought him a bed, a TV, some sheets, towels, a small table, that kind of thing. It was a really nice place. For a short time, everything seemed normal. I'd stop over there every day or two, around 3:00, wash and dry his clothes, clean up his place and, by 5:00, he'd come home and we'd spend the next couple of hours having fun-which meant either I sucked him or he fucked me.

It got to be a normal routine, like dating someone, which I guess I was. In between those times, Amy would still show up at the office once or twice a week and we'd have fun-which meant she'd suck me or I'd fuck her.

And, then, one afternoon, around 5:00, my secretary buzzed me on the phone and told me that my client, Kevin was here to see me. My heart raced. I had no appointments and I only knew one Kevin. I told my secretary that I'd be right out. There Kevin was, in the waiting room, sitting in a chair. He wore an older pair of jeans, a T shirt and tennis shoes. My secretary left and I brought Kevin back to the office. I was as nervous as could be and my heart was racing.

He sat on my couch and sighed, loudly. "Kevin," I said, "look, I know the last time you were here .... things were .... well, a little crazy and ...." I said. He cut me off and said, "Are you fucking Amy?" I was silent for a second and told him "no" (a lie). I asked what was going on.

I noticed his speech was a little slurred and he seemed, I don't know, out of it. Probably high, I figured. "What's going on," he said, "is that I think you're fucking my girlfriend and I can't believe you would do that shit." I denied it again.

Then, without saying another word, he stood up, went to the light switch, turned the lights off in the office and unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. I was sitting in my chair and he stood right in front of me. I could see that he pulled his cock out of his underwear. "Suck my cock," he said.

It was like a movie or something. I laughed out loud and said, "Kevin, I'm not going to suck you, I don't even know ...." He moved closer to me, his erect cock, just a couple inches from my face. It all felt so unreal, so, I don't know, insane. "Suck me," he said, "You know you want to."

He was right, I did want to. More than anything, and, yet ........

 

[rocabar]

Hmmm. . .

Nice to see you back on the boards again, Socks & Rocks!

 

[socksandrocksoff]

Thanks rocabar!

Kevin's erect cock was within an inch of my mouth. I wanted it so bad, I could taste it, but, something seemed wrong with all of it. He had run from my office after our one and only sexual encounter. He was accusing me of sleeping with his girlfriend (which, of course, I was, but that's beside the point). He seemed angry, intent on getting some kind of revenge or .....

It didn't matter, I couldn't help myself, I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck it. He tasted and felt so fucking good. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved it deeper onto his cock. My head was turned sideways, sort of, and I didn't have a good angle or position. I slid off the chair, got on my knees and immediately took him back in my mouth. Me, on my knees, kneeling before him, Kevin standing over me, his hands on the back of my head, pushing my mouth onto his cock faster and deeper - this was the way it was supposed to be. To say he fucked my mouth would be an understatement. He rammed his cock deep into my mouth, I gagged several times, but never stopped.

I let his cock drop out of my mouth and I licked his balls. My hands ran up and down his ass and asshole. I slid around behind him, darting my tongue into his crack and asshole while simultaneously stroking his cock with my hand. He pushed me on my back, onto the floor, and lay on top of me, his cock near my mouth and started to fuck my mouth. He pulled out, lay on the couch and I moved onto his cock with my mouth, sucking him gratefully, gleefully. Finally, he tensed and blew a huge load into my mouth. He held my head on his cock so that I swallowed every drop of his cum.

He was panting, out of breath and so was I. My cock was so hard, I needed to jack off, I needed to cum. Somewhere, though, in the back of my brain, I wondered about the events. Something seemed suspicious. I wondered what was going on.

It didn't take long to find out.

 

[deanouk]

do go on - please

 

[MarkMySpoT]

wow. very exciting. hope to find out what happens next. hope you are doing well.

 

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Update on this story please ?

 

[dukemike]

This is the hottest story I've ever read on JUB, so I sure hope he continues, but it has been a while since his last update.