It was a hot day when no one wanted to be outside working but I had been trying to get an old mobile home I owned torn down and taking off the lot so I could put a new one on.
I had contracted with an old guy and he had been working on it for a few weeks, but I needed it done and he agreed to bring in some guys to help him. Most of the guys were older out of shape guys, who you knew had a rough life, but helping them was Wayne, he was an early 40s skinny guy with size 13 feet, that you could tell was recovering from something. Wayne was wearing a tee shirt, shorts, running shoes and purple socks, which were pushed down around his ankles. I stopped down to check on progress after they had been there about 6 hours, and first thing I noticed was Wayne was no longer wearing the purple socks. His legs were dirty from working on tearing down the trailer and you could see a line where the socks had been.
I managed to bring up that he had a line on his legs and he commented that a buddy had let him crash at his house the night before and only had a pair of compression socks that were purple. He told me his feet were really hot in them so he took them off and was going sockless in his running shoes. I couldn’t think of a reason to hang around so I left and stopped back and Wayne was sitting with his shoes off, the bottom of his feet black with dirt from the shoes, he proceeded to put the shoes back on and came over to talk, I told him to sit down and kick his shoes off if he was tired, and he told me he was worn out for the day and his feet hurt. All I could think of was I would love to pamper them for you, but his boss came back so while he walked around the gravel road with his shoes off, about all I could discuss was his feet must hurt, he agreed the rocks were hard, so he put the shoes back on and they loaded up for the night and took off. I looked around the work site to see if the socks had been forgotten, but no such luck.
The next day the team was back, Wayne had the purple socks on again, and the same shoes, and based on how dirty his legs were he had not had a shower last night. I got them coffee and as we were chatting Wayne admitted he was homeless and lived in the junk yard at night to provide security, and while there was a bathroom there was no shower or bathtub. The day got hotter but the work was going smooth. I made sure to stop down while they took a lunch break thinking the shoes would be off, but no such luck.
I admit my foot fetish was kind of out of control, I had always gone for the professional type in dark shoes and socks, a homeless guy who lived in a junk yard was not someone I would normally lust after but I was determined to work on those hot sweaty dirty feet. Around 5 as the day was winding down, I stopped at the work site, and Wayne was sitting there alone, the shoes and socks were still on. He told me I had just missed the boss, but they would be back in a while for the final load. I decided now was my chance, I asked Wayne how his feet felt with the socks on all day, he said they were hot and sweaty and sore as hell but if he took the shoes off today he would not get them back on. As we talked he explained that he had to put his shoes and socks back on the night before to do his rounds, and feel asleep with them on, and they were really hurting now. I asked if he had to work that night and he didn’t, so I asked where he was going to go and he hoped his friend would put him up again. I joked and ask is he a good enough friend to give you a foot massage tonight to help you relax. Wayne looked at me funny and said no one would be willing to rub his feet after one day let alone two days in shoes. He was just hoping he could get a shower, but there was no guarantee since his buddy was rebuilding his bathroom.
It was now or never.
I asked him if he would like to come over to my place that night so he could get a shower. He was excited about that option and asked if I was sure, I told him yes I would go get some dinner ready and he could walk up when he was done, and I would give him a ride to his buddies later or to his work site in the morning. About an hour later there was a knock on the door and Wayne was there, I invited him in, and showed him to the recliner and told him to have a seat, and asked what he wanted to drink, he asked for a beer and I got it for him. I told him it would be about an hour before dinner was ready so he could relax. He kicked back and put his feet up and after a long sip of beer he smiled with that gap tooth grin, and said, I wish you were a better friend.
I was confused and asked what more he wanted, I was making him dinner, he was relaxing with a beer was going to have a hot shower, he just smiled and reminded me you said a good friend would give me a foot massage, he lifted his foot and rotated it around and said you seemed to like these purple socks. I wasted no time telling him I would be happy to be a good friend and give him a foot massage. He asked me to get a pan of water and wash rag and a dry towel. Not sure what he wanted I asked him why and he told me his feet would need to be cleaned. I wasn’t sure what I had gotten into or what he wanted so I laughed it off and said he could go wash his own feet, and if he asked nice maybe I would massage them when they were clean. The smile was gone and he barked at me to get the water and cloths, and get on my knees and take his shoes off. I admit I have some submissive desires and when he started giving me orders I was horny. I got a pan of warm water, some wash cloths and towels and as I brought them into the room, I was ordered to get on the floor.
Wayne put the foot rest down and sat in the chair looking down at me, I was told to take his shoe off, two days of wear with no shower had taken its toll, the smell hit me like a wall, I pulled back a little and the foot came straight up into my face and I was told to smell it. Wayne told me I was going to be his foot bitch; before the night was over he was going to use my face and hands to make his feet feel good. For the next hour I massaged his two feet in the sweaty smelly purple socks about the time diner was ready and I was told to get it on the table, after I fixed his plate I was ordered to lay on the floor, and gagged as those two huge feet clad in sweaty purple socks were planted on my face.
As he enjoyed his dinner he proceeded to rub his sweaty socks over my face. Once he was done, it was back to the recliner where I was ordered to remove his socks, his foot came up and rested on my chest with his toes at my lips and I was told to massage and then wash his legs, after working on both legs in this way for an hour, and having to smell those dirty feet my cock was rock hard. It was torture ever time those toes brushed my lips or pushed against them. Finally it was time to wash his feet, but not before I was told to rub my face on his bare feet. Both size 13s were caked in dirt, I tried washing them but the dirt was not coming off. Wayne was getting bored so he told me to go fill the bath tub once the bath was ready he climbed in, then told me to strip and get in and wash him.
I started by washing his hair, then his back and chest. I moved to the end of the tub and his leg lifted up and is foot rested on my shoulder while I washed his leg, once the first was clean the second leg came up and was rested on my shoulder. I then took a hand brush and scrubbed the bottom of those size 13’s until the dirt was gone and they gleamed bright pink. Next it was on to the nails. I scrubbed as much dirt off them as I could, but the nails were long and needed trimming. I was allowed to rinse him off and dry him, after getting a robe he went back the recliner and told me to get him a beer. As he lay there with the robe gaping open I was greeted by the sight of 8 inchs of soft cut cock. Wayne noticed me looking and told me I had not earned it yet, I was told to get a nail clipper and file and clean up his toe nails.
This was no small task and took about 45 minutes on each foot but those feet were great looking by this point. But not good enough for Wayne, he wanted his toes cleaner and when I went to stand up to get more wash cloths and water, I was kicked and told to sit back down. The first foot was lifted up and I was told to open wide and suck each toe until it was clean enough. I started with his big toe and sucked and licked my way down each toe, then worked on his other foot. Once he was satisfied I was allowed to kiss his feet and tell him how much I liked being his foot bitch, while I was groveling at his feet he was stroking his hard cock which had gotten even bigger, with a low grovel he asked if I wanted to suck on his hard cock too.
I was ready to burst but wasn’t going to miss that chance. I was on my knees between his legs as fast as I could, but before I could wrap by lips around those 10 inches of hard meat I was told to wait. He asked how bad I wanted it, I was dying at this point, his hot feet and being his foot bitch had me so horny I wanted him so bad, I told him I would do anything to get to suck him off. The smirk came back and he asked, You will do anything? I all but shouted yes, at that point Wayne smiled at me and said well them Roomy suck my dick. As I went down on his large throbbing dick, Wayne proceed to tell me he was going to be moving in, and that I would be taking care of his feet and needs from now on. That he would be working days in the junk yard, and every other night doing the night watch, and after those 36 hours I would be giving him the same service and that if he was bored at work, I may be running down to take care of them at the junk yard.
As he started Cumming in my willing mouth, he moaned with pleasure and told me his junk yard dogs were going to enjoy having a foot bitch like me to take care of them.
