REVISITING 2 EXCITING FOOTJOB GUYS
Published on Monday, May 11, 2009
This story was submitted by Didi.

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This story is a follow up to my previous story “Barbeque Fun” and the story “Didi” I co-wrote with my friend VL.

In Barbeque Fun I had given a below the table footjob to Mike, my friend Debbie’s husband who has a secret foot fetish. In Didi, I amongst other things, had given a below the table footjob to a kilt wearing groomsman at a wedding.

I had been planning to follow up with both guys, and as it happened I managed to do it on the same day, That story is as follows.

I decided to try to see both guys on the same day that happened to be a day I had off from work. I gave myself a fresh pedicure, and applied striking red nail varnish to my toe nails. I looked through my sandal collection, and weighed up the different styles. I thought they should be easy to take off if need be, but should also be secure on my feet so as not to slip off when lubricated with cum. They should also be pretty to look at, and show off as much foot as possible.

I finally settled on some red leather toe loop thongs that I had bought on holiday in Spain. They were really pretty, showed off most of my feet, and could be slipped off easily should I need to give a bare foot footjob. Most importantly though, the toe loop
would help secure the thongs onto my feet should they get creamed. Having settled on my footwear, I decided to wear a long red Gypsy style dress that I had also bought in Spain. It complimented my sandals whilst at the same time I felt comfortable.

Mike was really into feet, and luckily for both of us, I had found out. Mike worked as a fitness trainer at the local leisure centre. I decided to go there mid-morning, thinking that he wouldn’t be busy at that time of day. When I got to reception, I asked for Mike, so the girl paged him. A few moments later he appeared behind me.

“Hi Didi, what are you doing here?”

“Well I was thinking about joining the centre and thought you could give me a guided tour.”

“No problem. Follow me,” he said as he headed towards the pool.

I noticed he looked at my feet as soon as he saw me, and I thought that he could be my first victim of the day without too much trouble.

Mike showed me the various facilities, and at every opportunity he glanced at my feet. At the end of the tour, Mike asked if I was interested in joining, and suggested that we go to his office to fill out the necessary forms. I was eager to oblige.

When we got to his office, he offered me a cold glass of water, and sat at his desk. Instead of sitting at the chair opposite him, I walked over to his office door, closed and locked it. Startled, Mike looked over to me, but didn’t say anything. I walked over, sat on his desk in front of him, and placed my feet on his knees.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Do you really need to ask?” I replied as I lifted up my right foot, and gently stroked the side of his face with the top of my toes.

He grabbed my foot with both hands, and just stared at it closely.

“Pretty feet!” He exclaimed.

“Why thank you,” I smiled. “Mike, do you mind if I ask you about your foot fetish?”

“What do you want to know?”

“What turns you on about feet. What feet do you like, and what have you done about it?” I probed.

“I like to look at, and admire pretty feet. I like women who wear sandals, and paint their toenails. Any type of sandal really, and I like most colours of nail varnish,” he replied, all the time just staring intently at my foot in front of his face.

“So what have you done about it?” I asked again.

“Not much really. I like to look and I have taken photos, which I have saved onto a USB drive. I have tried various things with Debbie, but she’s not really interested. And up until that barbeque, I had never felt a foot on my dick before. I had certainly never cum on a girl’s foot.”

As he spoke, I noticed through his tight Lycra exercise shorts that he had a raging hard on.  

I lifted up my left foot, and pressed it into his groin. I used the tip of the sandal sole to rub up the length of his cock, and as it reached the top of his cock head, I pushed it down so that his cock was pointing towards me under my sandal sole.

“What do you want from me?” He asked nervously.

“I want you to cum on my foot,” I demanded.

Mike let go of my right foot, and pulled his shorts down to reveal his erect cock. Just like the last time I had seen it, it was rock hard, but relatively small. I stroked his face again with my right foot. He grabbed it again, and started licking the top of my toes.

Raising my left foot, I pointed my toes down towards his cock, lowered my foot, and gripped his cock head under my toes. I pushed further forward, and his cock slipped between my foot and sandal. I could feel his hot cock head under my middle toes, and the fleshy part of my foot. It felt great. I pulled back, and gripped his cock head under my toes again. I began moving my foot forward, and back again at a steady rhythm, and pretty quickly I could feel his cock pulse. I saw Mike tense up.

“Don’t hold back Mike. Cum.” I said reassuringly.

I felt his cock really throb, and obviously he couldn’t hold back any longer. Cum was spilling out of his cock head, and into my sandal. It was hot and thick. I stopped moving my foot, and after a minute or so, his cock started to soften as cum stopped flowing. I wouldn’t say that there was loads of cum, but it had pretty much filled up my sandal, and I could feel it under my heel as well as my toes.

Mike just sat there as I pulled my foot off his cock. He let go of my other foot, and I slipped off his desk and stood up. Under my weight, I could feel his cum squeeze even further under my foot, but amazingly, none had squeezed out onto the floor.

“Sorry I came so quickly,” Mike said, obviously embarrassed.

“It doesn’t matter how long it took. What matters to me is that you came on my foot.”

Mike reached into his desk drawer, pulled out some tissues, and cleaned himself up. I saw his cock just as he pulled his shorts up again, and it looked very pink.

“Job well done,” I thought to myself.

Mike offered me some tissues, but I declined, wishing to feel his cum under my foot for a while longer.

He escorted me back to reception, and I could feel his cum squelch about under my foot. At reception I realised I hadn’t filled out the forms.

“Thanks for the tour Mike. I will think about joining and get back to you,” I said so that the receptionist over heard me.

“You’re welcome. No pressure!” Mike said as he smiled at me, and glanced at my feet again.

When I got back to my car, I slipped off my left sandal, placed it on my passenger seat, and cleaned up my foot with some tissue paper I had in my bag. I brought the sandal up to my face, and took in the rich aroma of Mike’s cum. I poked out my tongue to taste it, and as it tasted so good, I lapped it up.

I hadn’t realised there was a guy sitting in the next car who was watching me intently. I looked over, and realising what he had seen, I mouthed over to him, “It’s cum.”

He looked startled, and quickly looked the other way.

I knew where to go for my next victim. Steve. I met Steve when he was a kilt-wearing groomsman at a wedding I was a guest at a couple of years ago. At the reception dinner after the wedding, I had managed to grab the free seat in front of Steve at his table, and proceeded to give his enormous cock a footjob under the table. His girlfriend was sitting next to him when I started, but she had moved onto the dance floor by the time I had made him cum. As far as I knew, only Steve, VL and I knew what had happened.

I hadn’t seen him since, but I had tracked down where he worked. He was a financial adviser, and I’d made an appointment. He hadn’t realised who I was when I spoke to him on the phone.

I arrived at his office and his receptionist called through to his desk. When he came out of his office, he recognised me immediately.

“You,” he said obviously surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see you,” I responded sweetly.

“You’d better come through,” he said as he led me into his office.

“Why are you so surprised to see me?” I asked

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he replied

“Well I’m here now!” I laughed.

“You’re a dangerous girl to be involved with. I still can’t believe that you gave me a footjob under the table when there were a hundred people in the room. My girlfriend Zoe was right next to me too.” He said almost exasperated.

“Well, she didn’t know what I was doing.” I said confidently.

“But she did.” Steve replied.

“How the hell did she know?” I replied, shocked.

“Zoe saw the table cloth moving as your feet rubbed my cock. The reason my cock was already stiff when you sat down opposite me was because she’d been giving me a hand job under the tablecloth. She’d only let go of my cock when you sat down.”

I was stunned to find out that she knew all along what I had done to her boyfriend.