I began that evening hoping to bed my first urban (black) girl. I'm not completely sure how I ended up sucking the toes of a white guy though. Anyway, the girl's name was Maleeka Hill.
Ahh Maleeka. What seemed like my first chance at having an "exotic" girlfriend before the pains of life drove me to sheer insanity (or failing that, pure schizophrenia) became an event where I gave into a totally different repressed desire. The desire to feast upon male feet!
It really began when me and the girl I called my Nubian princess went out together for the first time. She said it wasn't a date. We went out again the next week. Still not a date. She came to my place, and it still wasn't a date! I went to her place late at night. But it also wasn't a date! I went to her birthday party, got drugged unconscious by her, and ended up sucking the toes of another guy at the party ... and Maleeka still didn’t consider that a date! Then the next day she dumped me! Honestly, can girls legally dump you without ever accepting the fact that they've been dating you? Apparently not!
But back to me sucking the toes of a guy at her party ...
Well I think I have to start this story off at the part where I was drugged. I was just a twenty-year-old white male, going out with a nineteen-year-old black female. I didn't know why people made such a big deal about it in Tucson. Each time we went out in Raleigh North Carolina of all places people didn’t even stop to look as if we were oddities that much. And those that did only paused to look at us because we were quite a stunning couple.
Maleeka and I really were good looking-people! I'm a handsome, well-built guy with wavy blond hair, dimples and sea green eyes. Maleeka had cornrow braids, skin like polished mahogany, a luscious butt, a tight slim-waisted body ... and she always wore heels so high they looked painful.
Anyway, I went to her party and the first thing I realized is that there was nothing but white guys there. I knew Maleeka liked us Caucasian horndogs, but not so much as to throw parties excluding everyone else, you know?
And you know what's so bad about allowing myself to get drugged at the party? I witnessed another guy getting drugged earlier! His name was Jason Rozwadowski and he was a big blond half-German-American/half-Polish ex–high school football star who was so handsome it hurt your eyes to look at him. I saw him chatting it up with a girl named Shawnda Hill--a sexy sistah with skin the color of a caramel cappuccino.
While Jason was busy trying to impress her with how many high school touchdowns he'd scored, Shawnda slipped some of the substance into the blond giant's drink that basically rendered him unconscious in minutes! Then Shawnda, a girl named Tammy and another black girl I didn't know dragged the big blond boy's limp body off to one of the bedrooms. I saw this and didn't say anything because I was so nervous about possibly going all the way with Maleeka that night. That's how horny I was ... common sense was powerless over my sex drive!
I would later think that Maleeka threw parties specifically so she and her friends could drug us poor schmucks and have their way with us. But I later found out that her drugging me was a spur of the moment decision. She told me she had carefully noted how the drug was dispensed by Shawnda ... so that she could administer it correctly when the time came to use it on me! Jason had known all about the spiking too! It was a turn-on for him to be drugged and used, I later found out. I may have been the only completely clueless bastard in the place!
Anyway, Maleeka poured the substance into a cup of Kool-Aid without me seeing her. Then she offered it to me.
" Thanks," I said, my nervousness dissipating. I took the Styrofoam cup she offered, smelling the contents before tasting it. I didn't know if the Kool-Aid was spiked with booze or not ... silly me! Anyway Maleeka smiled, watching as I drank from the cup. It took three sips before I noticed a change in my own posture. I began to grow disoriented and sleepy.
" You all right?" she asked innocently.
" I feel a little faint," I replied, my head starting to swim. "Like I'm going to pass out or something."
" Maybe you should lie down. Here, let me help you," Maleeka said moving over to assist me.
She sat beside me on the sofa and appeared to be waiting. She carefully watched me as I slowly slipped into a state of complete unconsciousness.
When I woke up I couldn't move properly. I was tied up! I was tied up and I was naked!
I was shocked wide-awake when I realized this. My thighs had been strapped to my calves, but my legs had not been strapped together, so my legs were held in a kneeling position. I couldn't move my fingers since my hands had been cinched together with strong rope and my arms were tied behind my back and had been strapped to my body. I was lying on my side on a karate mat on the floor of what looked like a very luxurious bedroom. On a futon on the floor across the room, a naked Jason Rozwadowski lay tied up in the same way, but he was still unconscious.
I was forcing myself to sit up, wondering what my captors would do to me …and what already had done to me while I was out cold.
And I was thinking about crying out for help when I remembered the big blond ex-high school football star sprawled unconscious on the futon across the room from me. Jason Rozwadowski sure was a nice looking guy. But the fact that he was tall, blond, muscular and handsome didn't matter to me; all I paid attention to were his two size fourteen bare feet hanging a few inches above the floor! For a big guy, his huge feet and toes looked so helpless and vulnerable lying there!
Without untying myself, I carefully crept over to him--much like the days of my youth when I used to creep into my older brother's room to spy and sniff his bare or socked feet while he slept. Yes I've always been into feet, and by this time I'd just come to grips with the fact that all I really cared for was male feet.
And now I was going to indulge in my fetish again after what? Six repressive years?
I knelt beneath Jason and took each of his ten perfectly-shaped piggies, one at a time, into my mouth. They reminded me of my brother's sleeping toes, so beautiful and well-kept and slightly salty with sweat. I sucked hungrily and worked my tongue between each toe. The handsome blond giant woke to find me at his feet, licking his size-fourteen soles and sucking his toes enthusiastically, my eyes closed blissfully. Jason Rozwadowski actually pretended to pass out again until I was done! I sucked his toes until they were all warm and wet and beginning to prune. As I finished sucking the tenth toe, I looked up. Blushing, the brawny blond boy turned away.
" Hey, you know it felt good!" I said
Jason turned back to me smiling shyly, then he began to concoct a plan to aid us in untying ourselves!
