The Willing Masseur
Published on Friday, January 4, 2008
This illustrated story was submitted by Didi.

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This story, like my previous stories, “A Challenge To Make A Guy Cum With My Feet,” and “Barbeque fun,” and also the story I co-wrote with my friend VL entitled, “Didi” is completely true.

I was at my friend Alison’s house a few weeks ago sitting in her lounge room talking about all kinds of things. Alison is great. We have been friends for a long time and tell each other everything. She knows all about my foot fetish and my foot adventures, and although she doesn’t necessarily approve, she is intrigued by the fun I have using my feet to pleasure men.

At the moment Alison has her nephew David staying with her. He had recently split with his girlfriend, and Alison being single in her 3 bedroom house had kindly offered him somewhere to stay until he got himself sorted. David is a quiet kind of guy, but very polite and easy to talk to.

David was out with friends as our conversation moved to all things sexual.

“I think David may have a foot fetish,” Alison said with a smile as she looked down at my sandal clad feet.

“What makes you think he has a foot fetish,” I said, now very interested.

“Well, last week after we had been working in the garden, he offered me a foot massage.”

“That doesn’t mean he has a foot fetish. Did you accept the massage?”

“Yes, and he was brilliant. It was very intense. He slipped my sandals off as I sat down, and proceeded to give me the best foot massage I’ve ever had,” she smiled as she recalled.

“Tell me more,” I said excitedly.

“Didi, it was so good. It almost felt sexual. After a while I had closed my eyes, and on a couple of occasions I swear I felt his tongue run over my toes,” she giggled.

“Are you sure? Did you see him lick your toes?” I asked, more interested then ever.

“No I didn’t see him, but I’m pretty certain he did. Then I must have fallen asleep on the sofa. When I got up, David was gone, and I noticed my sandals weren’t there.”

“Do you think David took them away?” I asked wandering whether he had taken them to pleasure himself with.

“He definitely took them. I couldn’t find them anywhere. I didn’t want to check his room in case I caught him in the middle of something. The following morning I found them with some of my other shoes in the corridor where I sometimes leave them.”

“Are you sure they weren’t there the previous night?” I asked.

“Yes, and when I looked closely at them, I’m sure there was dried out cum stains on the insoles,” she said with a knowing grin.

I’m not surprised that David found Alison’s feet attractive. She has great feet. They are a big and meaty size 9 with long and juicy toes. She looks after them, and always paints her toenails. She generally wears thong sandals most of the time, and although she doesn’t have a foot fetish, she is proud of her feet.

“Alison, you’ve got me excited now. Have there been any other incidents?” I asked

“Well yes. He has given me a couple of foot massages since then, and has made passing comments about how nice my toenail colour is, or how great my sandals are.” She seemed a bit concerned.

“Did he lick your toes again?” I demanded.

“Yes, and the last time he didn’t seem to mind if I saw him.”

“Alison, would you go any further with this?”

“No, I can’t. He's my nephew, but I’m not going to stop him doing the massages. They are so good. I don’t even mind if he borrows my sandals,” she winked as she made the last comment.

“Is he coming back today?” I asked, wanting to sample a massage.

“He’ll be back soon. I know what you are thinking! You want to have your way with him.” She looked stern as said this.

“You are right, I do. I’ve just got to sample one of his foot massages, and maybe more. Would you mind?” I asked hopefully.

“As it is you, then no, but don’t get carried away. He is only 20. Don’t scar him for life!” She laughed this time.

“I won’t. I’ll be very good”

“Why don’t you stay the night?” She asked

“I’d love to,” I said hoping that she was going to ask.

A little while later David returned home and sat down on the arm chair opposite me.

“How are you David?” I asked keeping an eye on his eyes to see if he would look at my feet.

“I’m great. Thanks Didi. How are you?” He responded, all the time looking down at my feet.

“Fine, thanks. Just chilling out,” I said wiggling my toes for him.

“Your sandals Didi, they are so cute!” He said as he continued to look at my pink leather toe loop thongs.

 “Do you like them?” I asked.

“Oh yes, they are very pretty. I like your purple nails too. They go well with the pink sandals,” he replied, obviously comfortable talking about his fetish.

“I hear that you are good at foot massages.”

“Well I suppose I am. Would you like me to give you one?” He asked with a big smile on his face.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I smiled, and for the first time since he had sat down, he looked at my face.

Before I knew it, he was sat cross-legged on the floor in front of me. My right foot was in his hands, and he gently slipped my sandal off. He then proceeded to give me a firm and sensual massage.

At this point Alison stood up and headed out of the room towards the kitchen.

“I’m going to prepare some dinner,” she said as she left the room.

“Are you staying for dinner?” David asked as he continued his massage.

“Yes, and I’m going to stay the night too,” I replied

“Good,” he said as he concentrated on what he was doing with his skillful fingers.

Alison was right. He was good. He was very good. After a while I felt my eyes start to drift closed as I enjoyed his excellent massage. I felt something damp on my toes, and as I peeped through my eyelids. I saw that as Alison had said, David was licking my toes. He then pressed my foot up to his face, and I could feel his breath as he sniffed between my toes. He didn’t seem to worry anymore about his fetish. He was embracing my foot. At one point he even popped my big toe into his mouth, and sucked on it. I opened my eyes, and noticed that his were closed as he gently sucked. I looked over to the door and saw Alison standing there. She was smiling.

“Dinner won’t be long,” she said.

David jumped slightly, and gently placed my foot back onto the floor. He then moved onto my left foot. He slid my sandal off as before, and started with a firm and sensual massage. This time I kept my eyes open, but the more David got into it, the closer my foot got to his face. He closed his eyes again, and began to lick and sniff my foot. This time he sucked all the toes on my left foot. It was beautiful, and there is nothing better than a foot massage, and getting your toes sucked by a genuine foot fetishist.

He must have been so excited. I was trying to see if there was a reaction in his trousers, but he had jeans on, and was sitting with his legs crossed. It was too hard to tell. All of a sudden he put my foot down. He smiled up at me and said he would put my shoes in my room for me. He then stood up really quickly, and headed out of the room with my thongs in his hands.

A moment later Alison entered the room. “Where’s David?” She asked.

“He’s wandered off with my sandals,” I smiled.

“Dinner will be about 10 minutes. Go and find him, but be gentle!” She smiled knowingly.

I went towards the room that I would be staying in, and noticed the door was ajar. I popped my head through the gap to see if he was in there, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He obviously hadn’t heard me come up the corridor in my bare feet.

He was siting on the end of the bed with the fly on his jeans open, and his erect cock hanging out. One of my sandals was on his cock, and he’d pushed his cock head through the toe loop while giving himself a slow shoe job with it. The other sandal was pressed up to his face. His eyes were closed, and he was licking the insole of the sandal. I quietly squeezed through the gap and tiptoed towards him. He had no idea I was there.

As I got closer, I looked down at his cock. The first thing I noticed was the size of his cock head. It was huge. I had no idea how he’d managed to force it through the sandal toe loop. The best way to describe it would be like a big purple mushroom. The width of his cock head must have been twice that of his shaft. His cock was long, too. I’d say at least 8 inches. His shaft was slender though, but looked very hard. I got really close now, within touching distance. I slowly kneeled down in front of him so that my face was inches from his cock. I was so close I could smell his cock.

“You bad boy,” I whispered.

He opened his eyes, and there was a look of total shock on his face. He dropped the thong that was at his mouth and tried to pull the other one off his cock. But it got caught on his cock head.

“You’ve got it stuck now haven’t you?” I laughed.

He was in a panic. He started to stand up, so I grabbed the heel of my thong that was on his cock, and pulled down hard. He sat down again, and as I looked at his cock, I saw that I had pushed his cock head even further through the toe loop. There was about 2 inches of his cock sticking through now.

I couldn’t resist that beautiful cock head any more. I lent forward and popped it in my mouth. It was huge, and very hot. David just sat there frozen, and sighed as my eager mouth sucked it gently for a few moments. I pulled back, and as it left my mouth, it made a popping sound.

“You are a very bad boy David,” I said with a wicked grin on my face.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was just so excited.”

“How did you get my thong onto your cock?” I asked intrigued.

“I just licked the sandal until it was really wet, and then I forced it through.” He explained.

“And how were you planning to get it off again?” I quizzed

“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Maybe it would come off easily if I had cum, and my cock softened.” He smiled sheepishly.

“I think you might need some help to get it off,” I smiled.

David didn’t move a muscle.

So I started to lick his cock head. I licked it until it was shiny. Then I slowly pulled the thong up. Just as it pulled tight against his cock head, I pulled it down again hard like before, and his cock poked even further through this time. David moaned with pleasure.

“I thought you were going to help me get it off,” David said alarmed.

“I thought I’d get you off first!” I Laughed.

I licked his cock head again, and down the sides of his shaft. Once his cock was wet all over, I used the thong sandal to wank him. He was groaning as the sandal gripped tightly to his cock slid up and down.

“Where were you planning to cum?” I asked him, sensing that it wouldn’t be long before he came.

“I was going to hold the other sandal in front, and cum onto it,” he struggled to say through his groans of pleasure.

I picked up the other thong that he had dropped to the floor, and handed it to him.

“I will let you finish off. I want to see this,” I said as I sat back onto the floor.