by Anonymous
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His name was Aniss. He was tall, dark and handsome.
The fairy-tale kind. His skin would glow under moonlight as he charmed the girls that were lustful towards him. He was the kind of person that you wouldn't initially find attractive, but his confidence and dominance of his character grew on you. His smile, was mystical and charming. A little reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. A big, seductive and mischievous grin. The body of Aniss was slender, toned, and tanned. Very tanned. The eyes pierced at you, even though he was friendly.
Yet, the feet of Aniss seemed a mystery. A mystery I was ready to delve into, and I have - and this is why I share with you all the story of Aniss and his deserving-of-worship, controlling, life-worthy and beautiful feet.
It happened on Christmas. Being Arabian, he didn't celebrate such a joyous occasion. My phone buzzed as I lazed around, playing with my new Laptop. I checked it. Aniss: Yo, I'm bored as fuck. Can you meet me? When you're done with your family of course. Come round, I've invited everyone. My laptop was insignificant towards the text I just received. I dropped it quickly. I didn't care. Sure, other people were going to be there - but any chance to see his feet is worth anything to me (of course, as it's his house, no shoes allowed - just how I like it)
I got to his house and rang the bell. His dad answered. Don't get me wrong, Aniss is the object of my lust. But his Dad, Salim, was an alpha-male version of Aniss. Aniss was more, well, friendly. He towered over me in his bath robe, dripping wet, as I imagined my tongue assisting the water wetting his body. His feet were bare, and wet. "Hello! Aniss went out quickly to fetch some of his friends. He mentioned Jack? Do you know him? He's got black hair..." His powerful tone drifted away as my mind took me on a journey imagining Salim on top of me. As I snapped back to reality, I just nodded frantically. It was just me and Salim in his house.
Now if you know Arabian culture, an older man towards a younger man is very demanding. We, are required to do whatever the older man would want. I was more than happy to oblige to whatever he commanded me to do. He sat on his regular arm chair, I sat on the floor. I hoped he would recognize this as a submissive gesture. He rested his beautiful feet next to me, to the right. I quickly looked at him and back at him. His six pack looked Greek like. Chizzled and shiny. I smiled.
What happened next was a dream. As I was cross-legged, he inserted his feet right above my crotch, and uttered, 'Massage?' half asking half demanding. I nodded as I cradled the beauties in my hand. I worked up the sole, as my other hand circulated the ball of his foot. I was fixated on pleasuring him. Once in a while he would stretch and his foot would be forced upon my chest, hurting a little. My facial expression expressed the pain, hoping he wouldn't withdraw his feet from my grasp, but to my utmost delight, he grinned at my pain.
As I massaged them I kept complimenting him, as I should do. "You're house is amazing. Thank you for letting me in. Aniss is such a great person. You must be very proud of yourself," and so on. He laughed and said, "I didn't realize you had so much respect for me. Maybe that's why you're down at my feet. I thought you'd hate it!" I grimaced, confused, "Hate it? Trust me, I'm very far from hating this." Suddenly my daredevil side took over me, as I bent and kissed his feet. My lips connected to his smooth yet firm sole arose my dick greatly. He stared at me coldly, and silently rubbed his foot against my cheek, then above to my eye, and back down to my chin.
As he got to my chin, his big toe almost violently pushed me away, as he chuckled, rose, and left the room. I smiled ecstaticly. I just kissed Salim's foot... I looked to my right and there was a laundry basket. I desperately fished for Salim's well known White Nike socks, and there they were. I took it and shoved it in front of my dick inside my pants - the best souvenir.
Suddenly, Aniss walked in. I looked at him, he was alone. "Jack didn't come?" "No." He replied. He sat on the couch. He looked upset. I sat beside him, "What's wrong?" He looked at me. He did a 90 degree turn and rested his amazing feet on top of mine as he spoke about his problems. I wasn't even listening, I gently unlaced his shoes.
He looked at me with a confused look, "I'm loosening you up, ok? I'll give you a foot massage." This was incredibly lucky. I was ecstatic. His sock blessed me with a musty aroma that I loved. I rubbed the socked foot religiously. "Damn, this feels amazing. Take of my sock, I wanna experience it fully." I removed it gladly, as I rubbed some more. "My feet are so dry, I need to get a pedicure."
I looked at him. "They don't have to be dry, you know..." as my head slid to his big toe, sucking it like it was a dick. I sucked, worshipping his toe. He smiled as he wriggled it around in my mouth. I looked over as I kept engaging his foot in my mouth, giving it a tongue bath, he stroked his beautiful dick. It was eight inches, beautifully lubricated. "Keep sucking, he ordered." As I submitted to him, he chucked me on the floor as he told me to kneel.
I was excited, hoping I would suck his dick. Although he though it more appropriate to cradle my head against the tip of his dick as he jerked it off. "Ugh, yeah, I'm about to cum, open your mouth." As I did I was blessed with the taste of a warm beautiful liquid sensation as I swallowed whole heartedly. There was still some on my face. He put me down as he rubbed the cum in with his feet, as if he was rubbing it in like lotion. As It was engraved in my face, he looked at me and said, "You don't realize how beautiful you look with my foot in your mouth, my dick against your face, and my cum all over you." What happened after was a blur, but those words stuck with me for a LONG time.
In school, he sits opposite me and raises his foot occasionally, rubbing my crotch and laughing when I wet his foot with my cum.
As for his dad, we became pretty close, and I will explain the adventures I had when he cum'd on my face another time, which I can tell you now, was a million times better, and rewarding, than Aniss'.
