The Carpet Man
(Posted on Thursday, October 25, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

My husband and I have been remodelling a house that we recently bought. The other day I had the carpet guy over to carpet the bedrooms, but because our wood floors in the rest of the house had just been finished, we needed to walk around the house wearing socks. When I explained this to the carpet guy, he cooperated wonderfully and even had a glint in his eye when I explained the situation. I didn't know until later what the glint in his eye had meant, but I should have realized it from the start.

At one point when I was sitting on the wood floor with him to give him some details about how I wanted the carpet to be installed, he had grabbed my foot and practically had it in his mouth. I had taken off my socks for a moment to change into a pair of flip-flops when he had noticed my read and white toenail polish, which I had painted for my husband's behalf as he has a foot fetish. The toenail polish looked as if my toes were candy canes. The carpet man commented how tasty my toes must be and had practically put them into his mouth after he had grabbed onto my foot.

I pulled my foot away, mostly because I was caught off-guard, but also because this guy wasn't the kind of guy who I was attracted to as he was much older and he seemed to be uncultivated. The incident of him grabbing onto my foot and practically placing it into his mouth before I pulled it away was only a few seconds long, but it stuck in my mind for quite a while.

When my husband showed up later to see how things were going, I told him about what had happened, but my story only seemed to turn him on. My husband loves hearing about things like that. He simply teased me by telling me that he had wished that the carpet guy would have actually sucked my toes. My only comment was, "Well, maybe I should have let him." I didn't mean what I had said to him and only said it out of anger that my husband hadn't been upset about the incident.

My husband's reaction was, "Yeah, right, like you'd allow that to happen."

My husband knew me well and knew that I'd never allow another man to play with me sexually. Since I had grown fond of my husband's foot fetishism and knew of it's eroticism, stimulating my feet had become a sexual turn-on for me. I always got wet whenever my feet and toes were stimulated. Having a man suck on my toes would be a sexual act to me and I just couldn't let that happen, especially with a guy who was as unattractive as the carpet man was.

I didn't give things another thought until later on in the day when I accidentally let the carpet guy catch me coming out of a shower wearing only a towel. I had thought that he was out at lunch, but he had decided to stay at our place to eat his lunch and I hadn't realized that he was still in our place. The funny thing about it was that, despite my feelings about this guy, I had gotten turned on by having gotten caught just out of the shower. Naughty me! I don't know what came over me, but I almost allowed my towel to drop just to get a rise out of the guy and to see how he's react. But I didn't do that. I simply excused myself and popped back into the bedroom to get dressed.

A few minutes later, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, I came into one of the bedrooms to inspect the carpet man's work. I was barefoot at the time because there was no need for me to have walked over the newly finished wood flooring, but I didn't give it a second thought when I walked into the room. The man's work was pretty good, even exceptional, so I didn't have any real complaints. However, in two spots I noticed flaws in the carpet, which I pointed out to him. He noticed them too, and knew a way to fix them, but what he was noticing even more were my bare soles, which were in his clear view as I was sitting on the back of my legs with my soles facing up.

I know that I have nice soles because my husband always points out how perfect they are (he's a sole man). My arches are fairly high and my soles are covered with naturally wrinkled and very soft skin.

Looking over at this guy's crotch, I could see how turned on he was. In fact, it was a good thing that he was sitting down on the carpet with me because there is no way that he could have stood up right then without showing off an obvious bulge. I was going to tease him about it, but thought better of it and changed my mind. Instead, I was going to use his foot fetishism to my advantage and get him to give me a deal on carpeting our bedrooms. I wanted him to throw in the carpeting of our closets, too, without getting charged for it. By the look on his face, if I played the game well, I'd be able to get what I had wanted.

I pretended to suddenly have a cramp in one of my feet as I rolled over to grab it in mock pain. Naturally he grabbed onto my foot for me and told me to relax. He told me that he'd be able to massage the cramp out of my foot if I would just lay down on my stomach while he worked on my foot. I did as he told me as he lifted my supposedly cramped foot up towards his face by bending my knee. He had actually bent both of my legs up against his chest as he held my legs with both of his arms while massaging my foot with his hands.

I was surprised at how well he massaged my foot. What surprised me most, however, was the definite feeling of his hard cock pressing up against his pants and down onto one of my bare legs. He was holding my legs so tightly up against his chest that I could barely move. It was almost like a bear hug on my legs as he held me in place. I didn't think much of it until I seemed to feel his tongue gliding along the soles of my feet and in between my toes. Admittedly, the feeling of his tongue there felt terrific, but I didn't want this guy to get the wrong impression, so I made an attempt to free myself.

I moaned out a little, in pleasure really, and struggled against his hold, but my legs were firmly up against his chest, which made it impossible for me to free myself. As I reached back with my arms to pry myself free, I was suddenly rolled up into a rather large carpet remnant after he had quickly laid my legs back down onto the carpet. I found myself rolled up inside the carpeting, barely able to move. Only my fingers were moving freely, which added nicely to my predicament as my fingers were now pressed up against my crotch as I laid face down.

I could have easily screamed out in a real protest to tell him to free me at once, but I found myself to be aroused by what had just occured. I was more curious about what might happen next than I was in freeing myself. Besides, I was completely wrapped up in carpeting, so I knew that I wasn't at risk of being raped. Only my feet and head were in view. This carpet man was not threatening at all. Instead, he was playful and almost child-like in his approach with me as I lay there helpless in the carpeting.

"So when's the last time that you got wrapped up in carpeting?" He asked.

Strangely enough, my husband had just done this very thing the night before when he and I were playing around on the bedroom floors and talking about the carpet job. But I didn't want this man to know, so I lied in a joking manner. "Oh, this happens to me every night."

"I think I should leave you this way so that your husband can find you like this," he said to me with an amused tone in his voice.

Playing along I asked, "And what do you think he would do?"

"This," he said as he tickled the soles of my bound feet with his tongue. "Or this," he added as he began to suck on my toes.

With a slight moan of pleasure in my voice I said, "Hmm, that tickles." I could feel myself getting pretty wet already as my juices began to trickle out onto my probing fingers.

I began to finger myself, not caring about the details of what was actually happening. The carpet man continued to suck each and every one of my toes, and he bathed the soles of my feet with the wetness of his mouth and tongue. I was getting hotter and hotter with every moment and didn't even realize it at first when he began to glide his hard cock in between my feet. Even before I realized it fully, I instinctively began curling my toes and pressing the soles of my feet against his cock just as I often did with my husband whenever he would fuck my feet.

Either the carpet man hadn't cum in a long while, or he was overly excited, but he ejaculated prematurely before I could climax. I was throughly wet, however, and could have climaxed within another minute of masturbating myself, but he had other ideas. Taking out a carpet knife, he sliced the carpet just above my hips and tore the bottom half off of me. My arms were securely inside of the carpeting, making me virtually helpless, but I was so horny by then that I was actually hoping that he would take advantage of me like this and have his way with me.

With mock protests, I struggled against him as he pulled off my shorts and panties. I sighed as he dived into my wetness with his mouth and tongue. He was good, really good, but it wasn't good enough for me to get off and I wanted to cum badly. I could tell that he wanted to fuck me, but he wasn't so bold as to actually rape me, despite my willingness, so I whispered, "Oh, are you going to fuck me," as if I was still protesting his advances. "Are you going to make me cum?"

"Yes," he insisted as he pressed his hard cock up against my wetness. "I'm going to make you cum."

"Do you have a condom?" I asked, wanting to get fucked, but not without protection of some kind.

"No," I heard him say with disappointment as he pulled away.

"In the bathroom," I told him. I was aching to get fucked now. My husband kept condoms for those rare occasions when he would bring other men over to fuck me so that he could watch and get off on it.

As the carpet man came back into the room with a condom already over his hard cock, I had a sudden change of mind even though I was still exceptionally horny. As I was about to tell him to stop, he surprised me by slapping a piece of duct tape over my mouth. For a moment, I made a real struggle to free myself, but that seemed to turn him on even more. Ironically, it turned me on even more, too, as I began to seriously struggle against my sexual captor. To my surprise, the more that I struggled against him for real, the wetter I got.

Not only did he duct tape my mouth, but he also wrapped my ankles in duct tape as well. As he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and placed his body inside of my thighs, he easily slipped his hard cock into my dripping pussy and began to fuck me. I was completely immobile as he leaned down against my legs and pressed my knees down against my carpet-covered chest. Then he positioned himself so that his face was flat against my bound soles as he fucked me and licked the soles of my feet and toes at the same time.

Because he had my body positioned so that he was hitting my g-spot with every stroke of his cock, within seconds I had an earth-shattering orgasm, a series of orgasms that seemed to last forever. Had my mouth not been covered with duct tape, I would had yelled for him to stop as the sensitivity to my clit was overwhelming and my body's senses were out of control. Even my feet and toes felt incredibly sensitive. I was dying for him to stop, though admittedly, each series of orgasms climaxed even more powerfully than before.

I was a sexual wreck when he finally came.

Afterwards, he gently took the duct tape off of my mouth and ankles, and asked me how I was. I told him that I was fine. Not only did he leave without charging me for carpeting the closets, but he also left me a lot of extra padding and carpeting for future use, which would have cost me hundreds of dollars.

I didn't give my husband the details of what had happened to me, except to tell him that the carpet guy did end up molesting my feet, which got my husband very, very horny. We made love that might as I relayed a fake story to my husband. Not only did my husband get off from hearing about my fake story, but I was still so sensitive from all that had happened that I came within seconds of my husband fucking me. My husband was pleasantly suprised at how fast I came that evening with him as I'm only multi-orgasmic after I have been throughly stimulated. Little did he know.  :-)