Lucky Stiff
(Published on Wednesday, October 23, 2003)
This story was submitted by RJ.

I came home from work late Friday night. The kids were spending the night at Grandma's, so Lorelei was home alone. I knew she had an incredibly busy day at work. When we spoke late afternoon, she said she didn't even have a chance to sit down. She told me she would be waiting for her FOOTBOY to come home.

When I entered the house, she called to me from the FOOTPARLOR, "Is that my footboy??"

I entered the footparlor to find her on her FOOT THRONE, wearing nothing but a black thong and pink bellyshirt. I had given her a fresh pedicure two days prior,  and the cherry red lacquer glistened in the candlelight. She was sporting a gold toering on each foot, and several anklets.

"Allow me to shower, Footqueen, and then your footboy will attend to your needs," I said.

She told me to bring her a glass of wine, and then I quickly showered and shaved, readying myself to
please my FOOTQUEEN. Twenty minutes later, my mind already spinning, I entered the footparlor with more wine, fresh towels, and mango cocoa butter. I was of course naked, already at attention. I sat at the feet of my footqueen and placed several pillows on her footstool, allowing her to place her feet on top. She wriggled upon her foot throne, telling me, "THEY are so sore and tired footboy. THEY need extra attention,"

I began a gentle massage, a couple of minutes with no lotion, to loosen them up. She sipped her wine and looked on as I expertly applied the mango cocoa butter to her perfect feet and began to work on her toes, soles, and heels. I continued to work on her tired, achy feet, liberally applying more cocoa butter as I massaged them. My footqueen had such a look of joy on her face as I worked on them, telling me I was doing a good job.

"Oh, that's a good, footboy. Rub your queens feet," she said. She flexed her toes and outstretched
legs, allowing me to apply quite a bit of pressure to her soles and heels, constantly rubbing over and over. She put her feet back down on the pillows and I worked on the tops of them, up her legs a bit, massaging those tired muscles. I repeated this cycle several times, to the point where my arms started to ache a bit, but I did not care, for I was pleasing my footqueen. I paid extra attention to her arches, molding my hands to them and working her foot tissue and muscle.

After a full hour, she smiled and said, "THEY need even MORE attention, footboy."

I grabbed a towel and very gently wiped off the excess lotion, most of which was already absorbed into her now silky soft perfect feet. She propped her feet up on the pillows, exposing her soles upward. I got on my hands and knees before my queen, and gently began massaging her soles with my cheeks, nose and lips, over and over and over, increasing the pressure on her soles over time until I was really pressing my face hard into her soles and she was clenching her toes on my nose. It wasn't long before I could not control myself anymore, and I began to use my tongue on her soles, up and down, up and down, applying pressure to massage them with my mouth.

My Footqueen squealed in delight as my mouth ran all over her feet, continuing to apply pressure so as to massage them and work on them with my mouth. Lorelei continued to sip her wine until I backed off the pressure and began a more sensual focus on her perfect feet, with soft kisses and long licks across her toes. She put her wine down and plunged both hands into her thong panty, fingering herself in plain view while I sucked her toes lovingly. I sucked on her toes for all I was worth, sucking and tugging on her toerings, swirling them in my drooling mouth, sliding my tongue in between her toes, and licking her foot tops with long strokes. I moved down a bit and began sucking her arch, and that is when my Footqueen began to shudder and shake, soaking her fingers. "Oh, you are such a good footboy. Come and beat them for me now!"

The words I was waiting for. I stood before her and raised her Foot Throne up and back, until She was reclined with her perfect feet high in the air, soles skyward. She arched her toes back for me, exposing the beauty of her delicate soles and bottoms of her toes. I stood over her and began to beat my cock against  those soles, gently at first until I was hitting her soles with my cockmeat as hard as I could.

All the while, my Footqueen was telling me how to do it. "YES FOOTBOY BEAT THOSE FEET! C'MON! BEAT THEM! BEAT THEM HARDER! YES, BEAT THOSE SILKY SOLES! MMMM!
MAKE THEM FEEL GOOD, FOOTBOY! YES! GIVE THEM A MEAT MASSAGE! DO NOT STOP, FOOTBOY! YOU KNOW THE RULES, FOOTBOY!"

I slapped my cock against her beautiful soles over and over and over. I know I am not allowed to cum until she says so. I'm also not allowed to stop beating them once I start, NO MATTER WHAT! If you have never tried this, try it out and see how hard it is to not only hold out, but also not stop. It really gives you the feeling of SERVICING THOSE FEET, a feeling I love to have. I continued to beat her soles with my cock, and she told me to keep beating them. "Do not stop! You know the rules!"

My arms were so tired from rubbing her feet over and over, and now slapping my cock against the
bottoms of her feet, but it was exactly the feeling that I NEEDED, that of servicing, and being USED BY HER FEET.

"HARDER, FOOTBOY! BEAT THEM HARDER! MAKE THEM FEEL GOOD! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!" My Footqueen commanded, and so I did.

I slapped my cock as hard as I possibly could against her perfect feet. She flexed her toes skyward, exposing her sole flesh for me to land my cock upon with every downward motion. My cock was beat red, but I was not allowed to stop until my Footqueen had had enough. The feeling of servicing those perfect feet was totally overwhelming. My mind was in orbit, transfixed on her soles and being COMMANDED by them, until finally my Footqueen shouted, "CUM ALL OVER THEM, FOOTBOY! EXPLODE ALL OVER THEM! MAKE THEM FEEL GOOD, BABY!

At that moment IT EXPLODED all over the footparlor and all over her feet and legs. Cum shot everywhere, as I continued  to beat them, causing my cum to splash all over her feet and all over the
footparlor. My footqueen laid back in her chair while I dropped to my knees and massaged my own "lotion" into her feet, finishing our foot session.

"YOU ARE A GOOD, GOOD, FOOTBOY," she said.

.....muuuhahahahahaha

RJ