by Beau de Jour
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This is a true story of one of my intimate adventures as an escort...
So today I had the privilege of entertaining one of my favorite clients. His name is Alistair, and Alistair has a foot and tickle fetish....
A month rarely goes by without a visit from Alistair, and for someone who isn't exactly rolling in cash that's a big commitment, seeming as it's $800 for two hours. And unless you're a whore like me, that cash isn't just lying around on a monthly basis.
Alistair is always an in-call, so I take my time getting ready. The hair needs tousling and waxing and the stubble needs shaving. I put on a layer of silky moisturizer and dab on my signature cologne....
I dress simply, a black, tight country road tee paired with little short shorts leaving my long, dark legs revealed, all bulging calves and rippling thighs. White ankle socks act like gift wrapping over my feet.
There's a knock on my door and I open the door for Alistair, he stands with hands in his Jean pockets, all arms and legs and pale skin. His summer tan he had worked on had faded during these chilly months and left his skin a stark comparison to his dark brown hair that hung around his face and glasses.
I hugged him at the door and let him in...
As I walked down the hall towards the bedroom he put his hands around my waist, he likes to touch and cuddle this one.
We chat about how cold it is outside while I lay down on the bed, Alistair begins to look hungry.
I can't say what he does for work but I can tell you that whatever his occupation may be, he would make triple the amount if he could be paid to be a foot and tickle enthusiast.
He begins to firmly massage my right foot, I watch his fascinated eyes as I recline propped up on my elbows. He isn't a sock man so he doesn't hesitate to wriggle a few fingers under the elastic band of the sock to begin scratching my soles with a firm dragging motion. The muscles in my beautiful calves contract ever so slightly at his touch.
Allistair stands and with comfortable ease slips out of his jeans and button down and is naked in no time.
The sock is still sitting askew on my right foot like an over sized beanie for my toes. He flicks it off and throws it on the floor, with another flick of his wrist he's slipped the other sock off and slumps across my ankles blocking my view of my feet with his back.
He lightly strokes all his fingers up the soles of my feet and back down again.... Up and down, up and down......up..........and down.......
I lay back on the bed moaning in pleasure, playing with my nipples through my tee.
His fingers start to scrabble now, evoking from my mouth little gurgles of giggles, my knees instinctively bend, trying to drag my feet away from their torturer.
Even though he knows I'd never try to stop him from tickling me, I feel his arms and body tense around my ankles....
A hand wraps around my toes, forcing them back while another hand scratches from heels to the toes of both feet.
The first burst of laughter erupts and I grip the head board.
He continues this slow tickle treatment for another eight minutes, leaving me breathless, the same kind of breathless you get when someone draws back from giving you a great blow job.
By this time I was rock hard as was he....
He rose from the end of the bed and shifted his body around so that his head was near my waist and taking my cock in his mouth began to give me a slow teasing blow job, his tongue slithering around my shaft and cock head.....
His hands crept up my sides and began to tickle as he sucked, and there were lots of pauses where he asked me little naughty things like: "you like that ticklish boy?" "does that tickle? Tell me it tickles...how much does it tickle?".
He sat on my waist and placing my arms above my head began to scrabble his fingers in my pits.
I began to giggle and laugh in utter delight, I knew I looked sickeningly cute as I squirmed and grinned....
He bent forward and began to kiss my neck which sent even more orgasmic shivers down my body.
I had a delicious quivering feeling in my naval, and my nipples were erect and hard, every pore had opened up while he tickled me.
He shifted back to the end of the bed leaving his beautiful feet near my face. This was always the invitation for me to take his feet in my hands and the beginning of our mutual tickling and worship session.
Like two goofy teenagers we wriggled around on my bed clinging to each other’s feet, scratching and stroking the bottoms, tops and toes of our feet. As he giggled and ran a single fingernail up the middle of my long foot, I urgently tried to get him back by scrabbling my fingers underneath his cute little toes.
His legs finally slithered out of my grasped and he knelt on the bed, he began to massage my rock hard cock with one hand and with the other he tickled my feet. Every time this moment approached in our appointments I felt my body drift into ecstasy, could this really be happening to me? He began to tug smoothly on my throbbing cock, making sure his warm hand travelled up over my cock head, sending me into orgasmic gasping quivers. The feeling in my groin was nearly topped by the tickling on my feet. he smiled as i giggled and moaned and squirmed and thrusted on the bed, the line between ticklish torture and sensuous pleasure blurring with lust.
By the time the two hours had passed, every sensitive secret place on my body had been danced upon by his nimble fingers, as I walked him to the door I could still feel a loose, tickley feeling in my ass where he had used a combination of fingers and tongue to tickle me.
He smiled his usual nerdy boy smile from behind his glasses and I closed the door.
I sat down on my bed cross legged and looked down at my feet that for the better part of the two hours just past had been stroked and tickled to within an inch of unbearable. I tickled my foot and giggled....I loved that I could tickle my own feet.
I caressed my sole remembering how Alistair had lovingly fondled it only moments before.
Ah the foot fetish, such a simply sated desire....if you know the right people that is ;)
