PRISON VISIT FOOTJOB

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It was published on Monday, December 14, 2015

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It has been a while since I last sent in a story about my adventures. Quite a bit has happened this year, but I just haven’t had a chance to write about all the fun I have had with my feet and my foot guys. The footjob contest races I did with David, VL, Eric, Jeff and the girls (Susie, Amy and Janet), went well earlier in the year, but weren’t as exciting as I hoped them to be. I will eventually get around to writing about them, probably doing it as a single story rather than the detailed five or six part story I had planned.

This leads me to this story. The events in which actually happened a couple of years ago, but I never got around to writing about it. It is quite a short story to tell, so here goes…

A good friend of VL’s was unfortunate enough to get himself into a lot of trouble to do with driving offences. After multiple warnings, he transgressed one time to many and found himself locked up in a minimum security prison for six months. VL told me about his friend Paul and his plight and the fact he was getting frustrated behind bars.

He explained that the major frustration Paul was suffering was a lack of sexual contact (lucky for him, the other prisoners were not trying anything on) and a lack of privacy to pleasure himself. VL asked me whether I could do something for him, especially as I have experience of giving footjobs in public places. I asked whether Paul was into feet, but it turns out, he wasn’t. I was reluctant to get involved as I didn’t know Paul, he wasn’t into feet and I didn’t want to get into trouble trying to pleasure him in such a secure place.

Eventually VL talked me around and made the suggestion to Paul. He was up for the idea and although he wasn’t into feet, he knew all about footjobs and was keen to experience one, especially as it would give him some much needed sexual relief.

So it was arranged. VL and I made an appointment to visit Paul on the next available open visit. We drove the hour or so to the reasonably remote prison and went through the security process, such as handing over all personal belongings, getting scanned, printed and checked for contraband. It was quite scary, but once we were though to the visiting room with the other visitors, it was quite a pleasant environment. VL and I were directed to the table we were to sit at. There were about twenty groups of visitors spread around the room at private tables that were actually well spaced from each other.

Before we went, I had asked VL how I should dress. He told me that Paul liked girls to wear dresses and look pretty. I picked out a cute little blue dress that I have, which is quite bohemian in style. I paired that with some cute crossover toe thong sandals of the same colour. To keep things sexy, I made sure my finger and toenails were painted red and that my makeup made me look dark and mysterious like Keira Knightley in the Pirates of the Caribbean films.

When VL picked me up, he was impressed with the sandals I’d chosen, which he’d never seen before. I told him that I’d only worn them a couple of times and thought it was about time they got some action!

Here are the sandals I wore:

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So back to the prison visitors room; we sat patiently waiting for the prisoners to be shown in. After about five minutes a door in the corner opened and the first few prisoners were lead in to sit with their visitors. The first thing I noticed was that they had full jumpsuits on like back to front boiler suits. No openings at all on the front and with a zip up the back. I wondered how I was supposed to give a footjob to a guy wearing such an outfit.

“Just how am I expected to make this work?” I asked VL.

“What do you mean?”

“Look at what they are wearing”

“Don’t worry. Paul told me that he’d find a way”, VL said reassuringly.

As a guy approached our table, VL smiled. The guy stood briefly next to me, checking me out, looking me up and down, he smiled and then took his place at our table on the opposite side to VL and I.

“Hi, I’m Paul” He said, stretching out his hand to shake mine. I was impressed with his firm handshake and good eye contact.

“Hi, I’m here to give you a footjob” I quietly, but naughtily responded, grinning and staring into his eyes, as I immediately stretched out my right leg and caressed his left calf with my foot, slowly rubbing up and down.

“Oh good, my balls are aching like you wouldn’t believe”. He replied vulgarly.

“I like a guy who comes prepared” I replied adding to the low tone of the conversation.

“You never told me she was gorgeous” He said to VL, stretching out his hand to shake VL’s.

“Forgot to mention it” VL replied, before adding “Didi is worried that your uniform could hinder her”.

“Is she?” Paul replied, looking back at me and staring into my eyes. His hands dropped below the table for a few seconds, before reappearing again.

All the while, I’d continued caressing his leg with my foot. I gradually raised my foot until it rested on the edge of his seat. He glanced down between his legs as he felt the pressure on his seat.

“So that is the foot that makes groomsmen cum at weddings?” He asked, in reference to the wedding VL and I went to years earlier when I gave Steve a footjob under the table at Danny and Michelle’s wedding. VL and I wrote about this in our joint story Didi.

I reached out my left foot and caressed his right calf as I had done with his left. I slowly rubbed up his leg until it was resting on the edge of his seat next to my right foot.

“It was both feet actually and luckily for me, the groomsman had a kilt on”. I replied winking at him.

“Well I can’t offer the kilt, but I have unpicked the stitches, and like a good kilt wearer I don’t have any underwear on”. He cheekily replied.

I carefully slid my right foot forward until I could feel the weight of his balls sat over my toes. If his cock was out, his balls were still contained in his restrictive outfit.

“Your balls feel heavy, but I can’t feel any skin”.

“Try the other foot” He suggested, looking down at his crotch.

I needed no further invitation. I slid my left foot forward and raised it slightly above my right foot. I pressed forward and felt the familiar sensation of an erect cock as the tips of my toes dug into it. I continued staring into his eyes as I caressed his cock slowly with my left foot. Carefully rubbing the side of my big toe up and down the side of his cock, knowing the hard sensation of my sandal would be rubbing him too. I circled my foot as I played around, alternatively stroking his cock with the tops of my small toes, before using my big toe to rub firmly up and down.

“That’s pretty good” He said complimentary as he smiled seductively at me. “Cute toes too”.

“Glad you like it” I replied, before changing tact and turning my foot to the side to grip his shaft between my smaller toes and the sandal sole.

I then raised my toes at the same time of twisting my foot so that his cockhead slid underneath them. In one smooth move, I’d got his cock near to horizontal and forced his cockhead under my toes and into my sandal. Without hesitation I squeezed my toes and crushed his cockhead under them, I relaxed my toes and pushed forward again, pushing his foreskin back in the process before digging my toenails roughly into the rim of his cockhead. He jumped slightly in his seat as I did this, but continued to smile at me.

“I can tell you’ve done this sort of thing before” He said, smiling between me and VL, before asking VL “I take it you’ve been on the receiving end of this too?” .

I started to squeeze and release his cockhead repeatedly, more gently though, not digging in my nails.

“Under the table yes”. VL replied smiling at the memories.

“Under the table?” Paul exclaimed. “I was talking about under the toes!”

“Oh I see. She’s got you in her sandal!” VL replied knowingly.

I got rougher and faster with the squeeze and release motion. I was also caressing his balls with the tips of my right toes through the material. His cock felt very hard under my toes as I worked my magic. His face was starting to redden and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I tipped him over the edge.

“I’ve never felt anything so intense before” Paul whispered.

“When did you last cum?” I asked, feeling the first sensation of pre-cum under my toes.

“About three weeks ago” He replied edgily, as he looked down at my foot in his crotch. His pre-cum continued to leak out and lubricate my sole and toes.

“How many times do you think you can cum now?”

“The first one is going to be massive, but I reckon I could cum again” He replied, his voice already sounding shaky, his eyes fixed on my foot.

“So don’t hold back, cum now” I demanded.

“Are you going to cum already?” VL asked whilst trying to control his laughter.

Paul didn’t reply, he just reached out his hand and grabbed mine. He smiled wistfully just as I felt his cock throb under my toes. Then he came a lot. Continuously for about a minute, wave after wave of hot thick cum shot out under my foot, filling my sandal, squeezing up between my toes as I gently pushed forward and stroked back, coating my sole and dribbling out the sides. I reacted quickly and positioned my right foot on the edge of his seat, to try and catch as much cum as possible before it went everywhere. With the added lubrication, I pushed my left foot further forward until I felt his cockhead touch my heel. Cum was dribbling out and dripping onto the top of my right foot too. He held my hand gently as I emptied his balls. I leaned back and slightly to the side so I could see under the table. Luckily I’d reacted quickly enough to catch his cascading cum, before it went all over the floor. Although there were a few large drops on the linoleum under the table.

The fact his cockhead was under the edge of my heel meant that his cock must have been around the eight inches mark. Not massive in girth, but from what I could feel, thick enough! Right up there with the biggest I’ve experienced.

Eventually his cum stopped flowing and what was all over my feet started to cool off. His cock still felt very hot, but started to soften. I pulled my left foot slowly back, releasing his softening cock bit by bit in the process. As my toes rubbed over his cockhead, I squeezed down and felt a little more hot cum ooze out. I then carefully lowered my left foot to the floor. His cock flopped down onto the top of my right foot, which was still in place to catch the excess cum. I relaxed that foot as it rested on the edge of his seat. Then I looked under the table and caught sight of my left foot. It was absolutely covered in cum. Somehow it was between my toes and was clearly visible under the sides of my sole. I didn’t dare put any weight on it, as I knew cum would squeeze out everywhere.

My next dilemma was what to do with my left foot. There was no way I was going to risk the guards seeing me clean it off like I normally would be licking the sandal clean. So I just gently wriggled my toes and hoped that I could get the worst of it rubbed into my skin. Paul eventually let go of my hand and grinned at me without speaking. I carefully slid my left foot out of the sandal and looked under the table. The insole was covered in cum and I could feel that my sole was still smeared in it. About the only part of my sandal that was cum free was the heel area, the rest was coated and there was an awful lot around the arch area and the area where my smaller toes would sit.

“Do you know what I’d normally do now?” I asked.

Paul looked confused and looked over at VL for a clue. VL just smiled and said “I can’t believe you came so quickly!”

“So what do you do then?” Paul eventually asked; ignoring VL’s taunt.

“I usually clean up the mess I make”.

“How do you do that?”

“I lick it up!” I replied winking at him.

“She does” VL added laughing quietly.

“You can’t do that here” Paul replied sounding scared.

That prompted me to at least try. So I carefully lifted my now naked left foot and crossed it over my right knee. I looked down and could see the extent of cum smeared all over the sole. I ran my finger over it and lifted my hand to show the guys that there was cum on it. Then I just sucked my finger clean. His cum tasted very strong but not unpleasant.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Paul exclaimed.

“I can” VL added.

I smiled at both of them and repeated what I’d just done. This time I ran the tips of all my right fingers over my sole. I showed them both and then quickly licked his cum off my fingers. Just then I realised that I should be keeping an eye on the guards so that they weren’t watching me. I looked around and the four guards in the room were stood in the corners minding their own business. This prompted me to get braver, so I reached down with my left hand and scooped up my cum-drenched sandal. I brought it up to the edge of the table to show the guys.

“Blimey, you came a lot!” VL exclaimed.

“I know” was all that Paul could muster.

So I leant to the side and sneakily brought the sandal towards my mouth. Luckily VL was to my left, blocking what I was doing to ninety percent of the room.

“Oh, you’re not!” Paul exclaimed, guessing what I was about to do.

I didn’t hesitate. I just stealthily took a big lick of the sandal around the area where my smaller toes would sit. I got as much cum on my tongue as I could and immediately swallowed it. Then I took a second lick of the arch area and held that cum on my tongue. Now that the sandal wasn’t quite as loaded, I lowered it back to the floor, uncrossed my left foot and slipped it back into the sandal. I sat back upright and poked out my tongue to show the guys just how much cum was on it. Then I dutifully swallowed it. Just as I did this, I felt Paul’s cock pulse against the top of my right foot. A second later I couldn’t feel his cock anymore, as it clearly stiffened up and lifted away.

“That’s just made me hard again” Paul whispered.

“It’s made me hard too!” VL exclaimed.

“Well I can’t do anything for you” I said to VL, immediately contradicting myself by squeezing his cock through his sweat pants with my left hand.

As I tightly gripped VL’s cock, I raised my right foot slightly and stroked the tips of my toes up the length of Paul’s re-engorged cock. At the same time, I slid my left foot in and out of my sandal trying to get the remaining cum to rub in. I love that feeling of slimy cum under my sole. I looked down and could see cum still between my toes, strangely my second toenail, although painted a vibrant red, was obscured by a large dollop of cum. My little toe was the same, almost totally covered in cum. I decided to leave it there and made no further attempt to remove or hide the fact that my left foot was still decorated with cum.

“Are you going to make me cum again?” Paul asked, as I caressed his cock by slowly rubbing the tip of my right big toe up and down his shaft.

“I think I will do just that. You guys should talk and let me get on with what I’m good at” I responded sarcastically, just as I lowered my right foot and kicked off that sandal. “I’m going barefoot this time” I added, raising my now naked right foot and rubbing my sole up his shaft.

Paul and VL chatted casually as I went to work. I didn’t really pay any attention to what they were saying as I pressed the sole of my right foot against Paul’s cock. I leaned forward over the table and could clearly see my toes and Paul’s cockhead as I rubbed up the length of his shaft. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking and luckily they weren’t. The prisoner on the next table would have been able to see what was happening, had he looked sideways at Paul. VL kept glancing towards the edge of the table, so he must have been able to see what I was doing.

I rubbed slowly up and down, using mainly the ball of my foot and my toes. I kept the pressure firm, but didn’t get too rough and avoided digging my toenails in. I noticed Paul’s voice catch a couple of times as he was talking to VL, but other than glancing down at his cock every now and then, he didn’t really pay much attention to me. I noticed a guard walking towards us out of the corner of my eye, so I quickly used my toes to pull Paul’s cock into a horizontal position to make sure it wasn’t visible from above the table.

The guard walked past and looked over casually. I smiled and just gently wriggled my toes against the top of Paul’s cock. Paul didn’t even seem to see him. I noticed the guard glance down and then realised that he could see my empty right sandal sat under the table. My immediate urge was to panic slightly and then quickly drop my foot and slip it back into the sandal, but I controlled myself. If Paul didn’t react at the same time, by sliding forward towards the table, his cock would spring back upright and would be visible over the edge of the table. So I just kept my foot in place, holding Paul’s cock in the horizontal position.

The guard glanced back at me, then to Paul and then back down at my sandal again. When he returned his glance to me, he smiled knowingly and just continued his rounds, walking slowly away. I wondered if he could see the large drops of cum that had escaped from my left sandal all over the linoleum.

“He knows” I whispered to the guys as I nodded towards the guard.

“I’m sure he does. I doubt this is the first footjob to ever happen in this room” Paul replied smiling at me.

“I wonder if he saw what you were doing with your left hand.” VL said quietly.

Without even realising it, I was still tightly gripping his cock through his sweat pants with my left hand. I had been doing this for probably five minutes, but had been so focused on what my right foot was doing and being aware of who was around us, I’d forgotten to let go of VL’s erection.

“I don’t know” I said almost flustered, letting go and placing my hand back onto the table.

“Don’t stop. I was enjoying that” VL immediately replied.

“Shit mate, you’ll get us all busted” Paul replied under his breath.

“She’s good at this, she won’t get caught” VL replied confidently.

He was right, I am good at this sort of thing, so not only did I reach back down to grab his cock; I pushed my hand behind his waistband and gripped his naked cock. Then without hesitation, I began to wank him slowly and carefully.

Paul leaned forward to see what I was doing and clearly impressed, he grinned at me, before looking back down at my foot all over his cock. VL was also interested in what I was doing, he paid no attention to my left hand at work on his cock, and instead he leaned forward to watch my toes caress Paul’s cockhead.

“So are you going to cum again?” VL asked Paul.

“I don’t think there’s any debate about that!” Paul replied.

I didn’t think so either. I had just changed my grip and was now rubbing his shaft between my big and second toes. As I rubbed upwards and came into contact with his Cockhead, my third and fourth toes carefully caressed it. This being all at full speed, but my skills were doing me justice!

I carried on with this grip, as the guys carried on chatting. A good fifteen minutes went by before I noticed Paul stiffen up in his seat. By which time, the nosey guard had been by twice more. I smiled at Paul and knew what was about to happen.

“Here we go again” Paul stated, casually slipping this information into his conversation with VL.

VL leaned forward and could clearly see my toes rubbing over Paul’s now very red cockhead. I just carried on doing what I was doing, not slowing down, nor speeding up. I felt Paul’s cock start to throb and knew he was about to blow. I knew this was risky as he might shoot his cum all over the top of the table, so I quickly slipped my left foot back out of the sandal and raised it to cup Paul’s cock between both feet. I pulled it more horizontal under the table just in time, as he again shot a steady stream of cum. This time it went over the sides and tops of both naked feet. He didn’t cum much the second time, but both feet had a healthy coating.

“Not exactly a kilted wedding guest!” Paul stated self-deprecating.

“Maybe not, but just as, if not more exciting” I replied genuinely.

“He’s watching” VL said ominously as he nodded towards the guard who had been paying attention to us.

“So what, is he going to arrest me?” I replied rebelliously.

Just then an announcement came over the tannoy that visiting time would be over in five minutes and that the visitors should say their goodbyes. I lowered my feet and slid both back into their respective sandals. I watched carefully as Paul tucked away his cock, through the split opening in the crotch of his jump suit. It was only then, that I realised I was still gripping VL’s cock through his sweat pants.

“Not this time big boy!” I stated as I let go of his erection.

I looked under the table and saw that both feet had cum clearly visible on the toes. I didn’t give it another thought as I made sure my sandals were securely in place.

A few minutes later the guards came around and rounded up the prisoners, who all stood up. Luckily Paul had sorted himself out and his cock was neatly tucked away again. I could see no evidence of cum on his jumpsuit.

The guards then lead them away. As Paul left, he thanked me for what I’d done and kissed me on the cheek. I didn’t get a chance to respond as he was quickly led away out of sight through the secure doors back to the accommodation area.

Then it was the visitors turn to stand. The guard, who’d been watching us, looked me up and down as we stood up and was clearly checking out my feet. We were asked to leave through the security screening area, so the visitors lined up single file to do so. When I got to the scanner, the guard who was clearly on to us pulled me to one side.

“I know what you just did. I can see the evidence all over your feet” He stated menacingly.

“Is it a crime?” I asked naively.

He smiled, and then replied. “It might be, but that doesn’t concern me. We are actually all for that sort of behaviour. I wish more prisoners’ girlfriends and wives did something like that. It makes them happy and in turn gives us an easier life. I know for sure, that we’ll get no trouble out of him now. You did us a favour”.

“Oh good, but I’m not his girlfriend” I replied a little too honestly.

“Who are you then?” He asked quizzically.

“Just a friend of a friend with a certain skill set” I replied as if I was some sort of secret agent.

“We need more people like you through these visitor’s doors. You’re not the first girl I’ve seen with semen on her feet, but I think you might be the first who’s come here for that purpose. Be careful now, I wouldn’t want you to roll an ankle!” He replied, waving me through. Making reference to the way I was carefully walking with the hindrance of cum slick sandals.

VL was waiting for me in the reception area, where we collected our personal belongings. He asked me what the guard wanted, so I explained what had happened. VL asked if I was prepared to do it all again. As much as I’d actually enjoyed it, I shied away from doing it again, as I couldn’t be sure the next guard would be quite as understanding.

Back to the present day! Paul has long since been released and has cleaned up his driving. He keeps himself out of trouble and although I’ve seen him a number of times at parties and barbeques, he’s never mentioned what we did in the prison, although I have seen him glance at my feet. VL has not really spoken about it either, so although it was another exciting chapter in my foot adventures, it has now been consigned to my past. My pretty blue sandals have remained cum free since and haven’t been near a cock, although I have worn them regularly and always remember what I did to Paul with them when I wear them. Paul and I will never have any sort of sexual contact again, but I can always say that I gave him a footjob in a prison and was even caught in the act!

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