by Graham
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Here's something that actually happened to me a couple of summers ago. The weather was really hot and humid and our city was in the midst of a transit strike. About 5:30, my boss returned from a client meeting soaked in perspiration because he'd had to walk the 5 miles back to our office. Let me describe my boss: early 40s, 5'11", 180 lbs. solid muscle (he's got a black belt in karate), dark brown hair, blue eyes and when he sweats, he gives off a really sexy man-smell that turns me on big time. I'm in my early 30s, 5'10", 160 lbs. smooth and defined from swimming 3-5 times a week. Anyway, he walked in the door and collapsed in a chair in my office. Stretching his legs out, he said his feet were killing him from walking on concrete in his Italian loafers.
Without thinking, I blurted out "I know what will help," as I dropped to my knees in front of him, picked up one of his feet and began to slip off his loafer.
My boss' only reaction was to say "I wouldn't do that if I were you - my feet really stink".
I responded with "Oh that doesn't bother me." as I pulled off his shoe and began massaging his foot. Working on his hot, moist sock-clad foot was really turning me on, while he was leaning right back in the chair with his head back and eyes closed. The smell of his sweaty foot mixed with the moist leather of his shoes had given me a raging hard-on and I was glad that he had his eyes closed. After working on his foot for about 5 minutes, I put it down between my thighs, picked up his other foot, slipped off the shoe and furtively took a good sniff of its hot, moist interior. Then, I began massaging his foot, working it over with my fingers and thumbs. Noticing that he was still sweating a lot, I suggested that he'd be more comfortable if he loosened his tie and opened his shirt collar. He sat up, took off his tie and then surprised me by undoing his shirt completely and pulling it out of his pants.
Looking me in the eyes, he said "I'm really enjoying this and I can tell that you are too!" and with that, he pressed his sock-clad foot against my bulging crotch and began rubbing it the length of my boner. Looking me in the eyes again, he said "Go ahead, smell it - I know you want to." and then pressed the foot I was holding into my face.
I inhaled deeply and then began slipping his sock off. As I exposed his heel, I began biting it gently and as his sole was revealed, I began licking its length, flicking my tongue along his arch and biting the ball. Once I had pulled his sock right off, I held it to my nose and took a deep breath before sucking all five toes into my hot, wet mouth. I stared straight into his eyes as I sucked his toes and probed between them with my tongue.
"Take your cock out and play with it."
I quickly complied, fumbling with my belt with one hand while holding his foot to my face with the other. Then, setting that foot down on my throbbing cock, I pulled his other foot to my face, inhaling deeply before pulling the sock off of it and going to work on it. He was watching me intently as he undid his pants, raised his hips and pushed them down his thighs. I gasped when he pushed his jockeys down and 10" of thick cut meat slapped up against his abs.
Holding it up, he growled at me "I bet you'd like to get your lips around this, wouldn't you, Boy?!".
I could only nod.
"Well, get up here and show me what you can do!" I scrambled up, took hold of his cock with both hands, opened my mouth and went down on that monster cock as far as I could. He began jerking my cock with his bare feet that were wet with my saliva. Holding his cock with both hands, I slurped up and down its length, eventually taking about 3/4 of it down my throat. Having that cock in my mouth and smelling his sweaty crotch and feeling his feet jerking my dick was more than I could take and with a loud groan, I began to cum, shooting my load all over his feet.
Pushing me off his cock he ordered "Clean up your mess, Boy.!" And I quickly bent down to lick them clean. He spit in his hand and started pumping his cock as he watched me lick my cum off his feet.
I saw his body tense and then with a loud "FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!" he blasted jet after jet of cum across his abs and onto his chest.
Slumping back into the chair, he murmured "clean me up, will ya, boy?" and I rose to begin licking up the cum pooled on his torso. That was the first of many times that I've had the pleasure of taking care of my boss. It's become an end-of-week ritual for me to get down and worship his hot, sweaty feet.
