by Mr. Jersey
..."getting my feet serviced Andre," he replied.
I had just stopped, the deer and headlights reaction. His coworker was tan, tall and fat, probably six foot, he was the guy who worked at the front desk at times. He was dressed in the pool worker red shorts and white t-shirt with the pool's logo, and then his black Nike Shox. Marcus noticed that I stopped and pushed his foot in my face, "keep licking." My face went tomato red again as I more slowly lapped up my ex-boyfriend's already damp feet. Andre just watched from behind amazed, I started to see that he was also getting a hard on. He then started to rub himself through he shorts. "I think have to get back on the stand, do you wanna take over Andre?" he nodded.
I was still licking. "I'd love to put this bitch at my feet." With that Marcus backed off, flexing his now clean toes. He got up and walked away. Andre sat in the chair and pushed over the stool. "Clean my sneakers" he instructed. I now found myself on the ground licking up the fat guy's humongous Nike's cleaning the dirt off as I lapped my tongue around. I then licked the other one. He then brought the stool back and placed his feet up, telling me the clean the soles. I laved my tongue in his sole, in the cracks and all. My face this whole time was red, out of pure humiliation that not only did Marcus reduce me to such, but he shared me, sold me out to others. Andre took out his cock, a large, wide, ten-inched probably he just rubbed slowly. He then withdrew his shoes. He then took off his sneakers, shorts and underwear.
He didn't wear socks, and pushed his tan bare feet into my face. I started to kiss them but then he leaned in and pushed his sneaker hole into my face. "Smell this first," I inhaled the hot stench of his sweaty feet from his soles as he mashed it into my face, taking my head and pushing into his shoe. "You like a man's big 13 foot don't you." He asked again after I didn't respond, I nodded. He then told me to get naked. I did, and he took my clothes through them and the trash. "I think we'll keep you here all day, and maybe everyday from now on." He said. He then told me to lick his big feet. They were sweaty and wide, they smelt ripe like feet in shoes on a hot summer day that didn't wear socks. I licked from his toes down to his sole.
As I licked one foot he placed the other on my head. He also made me spend time sucking on his ankle and licking up his legs. He got more explicitly sexual with me than Marcus did. At one point he removed the stool and had me kneel at his crotch, licking his balls and cock as he hooked his fat, hairy legs on my shoulders. He pumped his cock up into my mouth as I tried to tongue-service it. He eventually blew his load down my throat and smacked me. He told me to resume my licking of his feet down on the floor. They were planted firmly so I could only lick the tops. But I dutifully kissed them. Marcus came back, and brought in another chair. They rested their feet on the stool, crossing them and taunting me as I licked them, going back and forth between them, one pair of nostalgic, tall, white and pink soles feet whose toes pruned as I licked them, and one pair of big, wide, tan feet that smelled so much raunchier. "I look forward to your future pool visits here," Marcus taunted me as I licked in between his toes. "I think you'll get to love it here." Andre added as he pushed his feet into my face. I turned my head and buried it in the his big soles and licked them up while having that same red tomato face that got Marcus off.
They later just chatted, having normal conversation, their feet on the floor pivoted up as I sucked their toes, really sucking to the point I extracted the remaining sweat from their big feet. This was to be my new routine
