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I really enjoying hitting the local sauna, when I'm horny and in the need for some plentiful and hassle-free sex. There's a great one not too far away from me that's big, classy, and almost always packed. On weekends you can wait for hours just to get a room.
I really love how men's inhibitions vaporize inside a bathhouse...they're there for one reason, they know it, and everyone is quite to-the-point. I especially dig all the bottom whores, lying face-down in their rooms with the doors open, sometimes rubbing lube into their ass cracks, hot for a top to come in and give them what they need.
I didn't, however, expect that I'd meet a foot slave there-but that's just what happened.
Like most guys, I bring my own flip flops to the sauna-an old, solid black pair that I never wear anywhere else. I was taking a stroll though the dimly-lit passageways between the private rooms when a guy started following me.
He was in his late 40s, short and slight, but not unattractive. He must have had a "gymnast's build" when he was younger. He had a shaved head and no facial hair.
He caught up to me. "Hey", he said, looking at me with a hopeful, hungry expression. "Hey", I responded. I was really horny and ready to shoot a load, and wasn't feeling all that picky.
" Um...you doing all right?" he asked. "Yep", I said. I am very anti-small talk when I'm on the prowl at the bathhouse.
" You uh...wanna come back to my room for a while?"
" Yeah, OK", I said. I thought it was hot that he had aggressively come after me...he obviously needed it bad, and I was going to give it to him.
As we walked, he looked down toward the floor. "You're feet...are really hot", he said.
Interesting, I thought. Often I had been told that I had attractive feet (slightly chubby size 9s, always well-cared for), but never had anyone comment on them at a sauna.
" Yeah?" I responded. My cock started to grow under my towel as I imagined what was going to happen once we got to this guy's room.
We entered his room and he closed and locked the door. I lay down in the bed with my towel still on, but kicked off my flip flops and crossed my feet.
This guy just stood there grinning, scanning me from head to toe...but focusing on my feet.
" You've got really hot feet", he repeated.
" You already said that", I responded curtly. "Now do something about it".
He moaned a bit and dropped his towel. He had a rather small penis, about 5 inches, but it was fully erect. Carefully he knelt on the end of the bed.
I opened my towel and started stroking my dick. I wasn't sure what was about to come, but I knew it was going to be kinky and hot.
He reached down and took a hold of my right foot, and raised it slowly to his face. Once there, he began kissing my sole, then hungrily licking it, and going between my toes.
A few times in the past guys had licked my feet, and I really liked it, but this guy was an absolute master-I could tell he was in another world as he devoured my foot from every angle. The slurping and sucking noises echoed off the wooden walls.
" Yeah you fucking like that don't you...fucking little foot pig, that's what you are, huh?" I growled. I was in complete control---this guy wanted to be treated like a punk slave. That only added to his delight, as he moaned and continued slobbering on my foot. I could see in the semi-darkness that he was precumming pretty heavily, with a clear strand dropping off the tip of his cock.
" Do my other foot, fucker", I spat. He obediently put down my right and picked up my left, and began to feast again.
The feeling of a wet mouth working over my feet was incredible...but I wanted to fuck. I hoped this guy didn't think that he was going to get away with just a foot job, great as it was.
" That's enough...come and sit on my dick", I commanded, just to see how obedient he was ready to be. I had already lubed my cock up with a pot of Elbow Grease that he had next to the bed, and I held up all eight inches at a 90 degree angle.
With a look of happy resignation, he crawled up the bed, placed one knee on either side of my torso, reached back and grasped my cock, and sank slowly backwards. I felt my rock-hard erection touch, then slip through his tight anal ring and into his wet, velvety insides. As I said, he was a smallish guy and my cock is pretty fat, so it took a minute for him to slide all the way down on it. He looked in my face and then rolled his eyes backward, as my cock jammed against his engorged prostate.
As he let his ass get accustomed to my penis, I was able to really look at him for the first time since we had started talking. He really was a nice-looking guy, and the shaved head and no facial hair gave him a bit of a freaky, funky look that I found sexy.
Slowly he began to ride my cock up and down, taking it all the way in. I had wanted us to start in this position because it's actually my least favorite, so I don't have to worry about coming too soon.
" So, you like my feet huh? How do they taste?" I asked.
" Oh God, so good, man, so good...I could lick 'em every day if you want".
I truly had a wannabe foot slave impaled on my cock. I wanted to see just how far he'd go.
I reached down and scooped up one of my flip flops off the floor and held the insole to his face.
" Lick this, fucker. Taste that dirty flip flop!"
He grabbed it with gusto and began licking the insole of the flip flop. Now, I knew that they were actually clean and I almost never wear them, so I knew that all he was tasting was rubber, but it was really hot having a guy doing whatever I told him.
I soon got tired of him bouncing on my cock. I wanted to come, so I commanded him to get on his hands and knees. He did so, and kept the flip flop pressed to his face, groaning in ecstasy.
I entered him from behind, loving the sight of my shiny cock disappearing between his small, tight ass cheeks. His hole was really gobbling my rod, and I knew that I couldn't hold out very much longer.
" Do you want a fucking load in you fucking ass, you little pig? Do you?" I barked.
" Oh fuck yeah daddy, cream my ass good!" he moaned.
That's all it took. I felt my insides begin to convulse and I started thrusting as hard as I could, reaching even deeper inside his fiery rectum. Like a slippery anaconda shooting from my loins, I began blowing all my pent-up sperm inside his obedient ass. Oh God, it felt so good!
As soon as he felt the first wave of hot semen begin flooding his insides, my friend began crying out and wiggling his ass.
" Yes daddy, that's it...oh daddy, fill me up!" he begged. I kept my cock inside him until the last droplet of sperm oozed out.
Spent, I pulled out and looked at my lube-and cum-slicked cock. He was still in the same position, with his ass in the air. Slowly he lowered it.
As he turned over, I said "So, you would like to lick my feet every day, huh?"
" Oh God yes...I'd love it...I'm serious...I could come and get you and take you to my house...I have a really nice place".
We talked a bit more, and fucked a second time a few minutes later. The guy really was into me, and I had to admit that, while I had never really thought about it before, the concept of having a real sex/foot slave just for me was pretty damn cool.
Justin was his name, and he offered to give me a ride home (I had come by cab since I had been drinking a bit before I left home). Outside the sauna, I was shocked to see him open the door to a brand-new Porsche Boxster. This guy was loaded! I am no gold-digger, being professional and quite self-sufficient, but the thought that a RICH guy was going to be my punk made it that much hotter!
From that point on, Justin and I cemented our sex/foot slave/master relationship. I was always trying new and ever hotter things to drive us both wild. I would wear a pair of socks for two or three days in a row, or tennis shoes with no socks at all for a whole weekend in the middle of the summer, then make him grovel and lick my feet clean, before I fucked him mercilessly. I'd sometimes make him sleep with his face in my feet all night. I'd make him take a filthy, musty sock of mine to work in his briefcase and then call me at lunchtime to tell me that he was sniffing it and jacking off.
Or, if I was feeling especially nasty, I call him in the middle of his workday and make him drop everything and come to my office, all the way across town, lock my door, and make him service my feet under my desk and then blow me. When I was ready to come, I'd shoot in my hand, rub the semen all over my feet and between my toes, and make him lick it all off. What I loved about Justin was that he was game for anything-the stranger and more intense it was, the more excited he got. He also knew that if he ever said no to one of my twisted demands, I'd stop seeing him and he'd have to attempt to find a new master.
I knew that he was loving the setup, but still I was shocked one morning to walk out of my apartment and find a brand-new metallic blue BMW convertible parked outside with a small bow on it, and a card that said "to Allen".
Thinking I was hallucinating, I snatched the card off the stunning car. Inside it said "Allen, consider this gift thanks for our wonderful and unique relationship. Don't worry-I'll foot the bill! Justin".
