I was traveling by train in my Superliner Roomette room alone. It was a long journey and I was killing time by reading non-sense novels. When it was dark the train stopped at a city station for a couple of minutes letting the passengers getting on and off. I worked in that city 3 years ago so I watched the familiar station through the window. Then a tall and well built guy in his early 30s caught my eyes. He had curved dark hair, big eyes and large jaw. What really attracted me was the pair of big and wide sneakers he was wearing. I have always been fascinated by the big and meaty feet of strong and handsome guys. This guy is definitely my ideal type. After he stepped onto the train I began to imagine the shape of his feet, especially his toes.

As my imagination went on someone knocked on my door. A train attendant was at the door. “I’m sorry, sir. Our system must have made a mistake. We sold the ticket of this room to another passenger. Would you mind sharing this room with him for the rest of the journey? We will definitely refund you…….” I did not hear what he said later because I saw the handsome man standing behind him, shy and embarrassed. “No problem.” I said, “There is definitely enough room for both of us here.” The handsome guy immediately made a big smile and I let him in the room. Unfortunately my suitcase was too heavy for me to lift onto the baggage rack and it blocked his seat. Got my permission, he easily lifted my suitcase to the rack as if it were empty. He was so strong. I thought to myself, this was going to be fun.

We sat down face to face when the train started to move. After a few minutes chat I knew his name was Scott. He was travelling for a reassignment of his job. We were going to the same city and we would arrive the next afternoon. He was so cute and friendly. Somehow I felt this guy was familiar. Probably we met before. Scott did not talk much. Instead he would rather watch through the window. The way he sat there looking out of the window was like a statue that I cannot stop admiring. Scott was 6 feet 2 inches tall. His manly dark eyes showed that he had a lot experience in his life. He must be a labor worker or a bodybuilder because of his big chest and strong arms. He was wearing a casual T shirt and jeans. This guy was too hot. I could not put my eyes off him. When I lay my eyes on his feet, I totally lost my mind. His white Nike sneakers were so big and wide. I guessed they were at least size 13. I probably kept on staring at his feet for a long time. I was imagining how he would take off his shoes and socks, put his meaty feet on my laps and let me play with them. I wished I could make him smile and giggle as I gently tickle his feet. Then I looked up. Scott was looking at me curiously. After that he gave me another big smile, which totally petrified me. I let such a strong man know I was into his feet, God knows what would happen next. A wise next move was to hide my interest in his feet and act like a regular person. But when I finally got collected, Scott was already gone.
About 20 minutes later Scott came back to the room. Apparently he went for a quick shower. This time I forced myself not to look at his feet, although he changed his flip-flops on. His wet curved dark hair, pink cheeks and furry chest almost let me forget breathing for a moment. I just wanted to kiss his feet immediately and drenched myself in the imagination of the way the bottom of his feet being worshiped with my tongue. Then he spoke to me and dragged me back to the reality.

“Well, it’s late.” He hesitated, “but um…” As he said, he looked up to the upper bed and immediately blushed. Then he gave me another big smile totally irresistible for me. I knew what he wanted to do and that’s exactly the same for me.

“I can take the upper bed. I know it’s too small for you. But can you leave a reading light on? I’m not used to sleeping in total dark.” I replied.

“Of course. Thank you. I was worried how I could squeeze myself into that small room.” Scott definitely got delighted by the fact that he could sleep in the bigger lower bed. I turned on the reading light at his feet side and went upstairs to “sleep” on my bed. Scott prepared his bed, turned off the other lights and began to sleep.

The one bet I made that night was that Scott would leave his feet out of the comforter. When he was asleep I could peek. That plan worked exactly as I predicted.

Scott was such a sound and easy sleeper. Less than 10 minutes later he became totally quiet. Another 10 minutes later he began to snore. He was not loud, but audible, which was perfect for the night. I could determine if he was sleeping by his snore. At the same time it is not annoying to disturb my sleep. I let Scott snore for another 10 minutes and I peeked. As I expected, he left his feet out of the comforter. He was lying on his back so I can see clearly the back of his feet. They were so clean, so white and so sexy. The feet are both long and wide, making a perfect strong and healthy proportion. All the toes were straight forward and approximately the same length, each toe a little shorter than the last one, which is not easy to see in big feet. All the toe nails were so well trimmed as if he had just got a pedicure. The toes were neither long nor short. They were just of the attractive middle size. Although the reading light was dim, this view was good enough to keep my eyes for hours.

As I kept on watching Scott’s feet, I noticed that he would wiggle his toes and rub his feet from time to time. He was so cute to do this. Every time he wiggled his toes it was like he got slightly tickled. I would kill to lay my hands on his feet. I would be in heaven if he was not rubbing his feet against each other but on my face. It was like a sign of welcome to his feet. This is totally a teasing test to my self control. I was absolutely on the verge of getting down kissing those feet as I kept on watching them. Then suddenly Scott flipped to lie to his right, putting his left ankle over the right calf. He exposed the bottom of his left foot to me, which was the hottest part of a male body I can imagine. My self-control immediately collapsed to pieces and I climbed down to have a closer look at the bottom of his feet.
Before a closer observation of his feet, I picked up one of his sneakers. It was evaporating the smell of a man, strong and sexy. The sneakers were of size 14 wide. What an incredible size! That was probably the only chance that I encounter such pretty and big feet. I changed my mind. I would not only observe the feet. I would feel them right there right then. So I sneaked to the extended left foot and put my face close to it. When I felt the warmth and the light stinky smell of the big foot, I was totally turned on. I could tell my face belonged to the arch and my tongue belonged to the toes. I was so nervous and eager to kiss the foot that my nose slightly touched the arch. Immediately, he retracted the foot and flipped again supine. I was totally shocked. I sat there still like a rock praying Scott not to wake up. Then I heard the snore again. It soothed me like healing music. This time he left the comforter aside, covered only by his boxes. When I saw his tremendous chest muscle, 8 packs and huge arms, I could not take it anymore. This room was too hot for Scott. He did not need a comforter to sleep. And this man was too hot for me. I did not need hands to cum. Luckily no one saw me ejaculating in my shorts. I knew I should go back to sleep. Those feet were too sensitive. But I could not help peeking those feet from time to time. Certainly I did not sleep well that night, and I woke up late the next morning.

The next morning was absolutely a disaster. I almost missed the breakfast. When I went back to the room Scott was already there watching out of the window again. He was still wearing his flip-flops. After a little chat I dropped my eyes on his feet again and got my mind totally lost. A few moments later Scott chuckled to me: “Hey, dude. You have been watching my feet, last night and this morning. Are you all right? Is there anything wrong with my feet?”

As I rehearsed many times in my mind, I replied: “Well, actually, I can see you have great feet. I am a reflexologist, a foot massager. I have worked on so many feet, and yours are the best I’ve ever met.”

I didn't lie, at least not totally. I once learned reflexology and worked part time massaging others’ feet. That was the greatest career I have ever been working on. However, I was fired a few months later. I couldn’t help tickling handsome guys’ feet, especially when they were closing their eyes enjoying with their feet in my hands. When I started the tickling, some of them retrieve their feet, some giggled, some yelled and some even got angry. It turned me on whichever way they acted. I can tell very few guys are not ticklish under their feet. And then, the only wish I would make was to lay my hands on Scott’s hot feet.

“Well, thank you. I heard about it, but never tried.”

“You should.” I replied, “You have awesome feet. I admire them. I can give you a great massage right now for free. You won’t find another as good deal anywhere.”

“Um. I don’t know.” Said Scott. I saw hesitation in his eyes. I just needed to push him.
“Come on. You won’t regret it.” As I said, I stretched down to dragged his left foot on my right lap. “Are you ready?” As I said, I tapped and then caressed the back of his foot. Scott was totally astonished, but still nodded obediently. He didn’t have any reason to refuse. Then I gently removed his flip-flop. This time I was face to face with the bottom of his foot and I got a clear view of it. It was light pink like a baby. The arch was so high. Not only was the palm, the heel was also wide. Most importantly, the toes were healthily straight forward displayed and their tips made a perfect curve. All parts of his foot were so meaty, the toes, the ball, the arch and the heel. Only the rims of his big toe, ball and heel got some small calluses. This was the typical big man’s beautiful sole I have been dreaming of. I could not wait to put my hands, face and tongue on it. But I knew I had to be patient.

I first lightly fondled the whole foot with my hands, thumbs to the sole and the other fingers to the back. Scott immediately got nervous and tried to bring his foot back, but I stopped him. “Relax, Scott. It’s just a warm up.” His foot was so warm, although he was wearing flip-flops barefoot. The skin all over his foot was as smooth as silk. As I checked the night before, his feet were also very sensitive, which made them extremely sexy to me. For such a sensitive foot, the fondle I applied on it was already tickling. That may be the reason Scott attempted to bring it back. I kept on lightly touching the foot, and all of a sudden the sole made a pulse of perspiration. Fear and surprise was all over Scott’s face. I knew I almost led this man over the limit and I should move on to the next step. An erection was already in my pants.

The next step was pressing every part of the foot according to reflexology. I pressed my thumb to the reflex point of kidney, which was on the center line of the sole right beneath the ball. Scott felt the extreme comfort. His body became free of tension immediately. His foot got warmer, pinker, softer and sexier when he relaxed. “Close your eyes. Try to focus on your feet and enjoy it.” As I said, Scott closed his eyes leaned back. “It really feels good.” Said Scott. “I told you.” I said and moved my fingers to other reflex points one by one. I pressed every inch of his foot, the ball, the palm, the sole, the arch, the heel, the ankle and the back. I also fully explored his toes. They were strong and also tender. His big toe made a perfect oval shape. The heads of the other toes were like small meat balls. The stalk of the second through fourth toes glittered with the sweat. When I glided my finger tip there, the toes immediately grabbed me. As I expected, this is a vulnerable part of the big foot. After I pressed all over his foot, his sole and toes became as soft as a sponge. It was so cute and sexy that I had to use my most self control not to tickle it. Then I applied some general pressing to the foot and tapped it to bring Scott back from the fantastic feelings.

“Are you sleeping? Ready for the other foot?”

Scott opened his eyes and gave me a huge and charming smile. “I can’t wait.” He put his right foot on my lap.

“Well, I think you’d best lie on your stomach. Most of my clients prefer this way.” Scott immediately put down his seat and lay prostrate. I got astonished because he made it so fast. He was so eager to get it. He lifted his right foot in the air and carefully approached to me. I grabbed it and helped to land it on my lap. This was a good position to have a massage, but it was more important to me. My cock was rock hard and ready to squirt any time. I know any time he wiggle his toes I would not be able to hold it. I did not want Scott saw me cum in my pants when massaging his feet.

Then I had Scott’s right foot at my hands in another direction. The right foot was also big, wide, meaty and sexy. The arch was even higher this way I saw it. I again applied gentle fondle to the smooth skin of the pink sole. Scott instantly got nervous and the whole right leg began to quiver. “Can we skip this? I don't like it much.” Scott squeezed a few words from his teeth in a high pinch. “It is necessary, but it’s almost done.” I said, and kept on touching the silky smooth sole. Scott tried his best to keep his foot still and began to adjust his breath. Moments later he released a morn as if somebody were torturing him. Again the big foot began to sweat. My touch tickled him so much and I had to move on to the pressing.

I believed he really enjoyed his right foot massage because he couldn’t help moaning when I pressed the sensitive parts of the sole: the toes, the ball, the upper center, the arch and above the heel. The foot was so meaty and soft. I pressed it so deep like pressing a pillow. Scott totally forgot how to move. He just lay there letting me play with his foot. The whole body was so strong and sexy. But deep inside, I made him as vulnerable as a baby. One thing about reflexology is that it’s not just about feet. As I massaged, the feet sent the nerves pulses to every organ of the body. As I fondled and pressed his feet his entire body was in my hands. I could tell Scott was extremely healthy and fit. He also had great neural system. After I pressed every reflex point of his foot the entire foot was pinker and warmer. Pulses of blood rushed into the excited foot. The foot was so beautiful and perfect, like a sleeping kitty. It glistered in the sun light, bright and shiny.
I finished the massage of the right foot, and found that I had already shot my load in my pants. Probably the moaning Scott made was so much a tease to me. I even didn’t realize I was always off the limit the whole time. I let alone Scott for a while, and minutes later he finally stopped moaning. He was so drenched in the sensual joy. His whole body became pink and wet. That was such a successful massage. I turned on his whole body and he could be active in anything.

After soothing his breath, Scott opened his eyes and said, “Thank you. It is a fantastic experience.”

“You are welcome.” I said and tapped his soles a few more times.

“You like my feet, don’t you? I mean a fetish like.” Scott said. I was totally stunned. I looked down at his beautiful feet at my thighs, wishing I could worship them. But I could not make a word out of my throat.

“HA HA HA.” Scott laughed. “I know it. I know it the moment I met you. Don’t worry. You are not the only one. Some guys in my gym wanted to pay me to get their tongues on my feet, and I refused them. But I like you. I like your massage. You made the massage for free. So I can give you my feet if you want.”
I was so surprised and happy. He just gave me the exact thing I wanted. I almost burst into tears so I could not talk. I just lifted his left foot and embedded my face in the arch. “Enjoy yourself.” Scott said and closed his eyes again. I was right. The size 14 wide foot was where my face belonged. The arch was a match to my cheek and chin. When I put my lips in the arch his palm and heel perfectly held my cheeks. I rubbed my face to the tender sole, like I wished the night before. His foot was warm, strong and soft. I felt the blood pulse in the sole. The manly smell evaporated from the big foot overwhelmed me. My face was soaked in the foot sweat. Even the toes were tender and warm. The little piggies tried to grab me when I put my nose on them. I rubbed my face and nose on every inch of the gentle sole but I could not get enough of it. Then I lifted his right foot to enjoy the same way. I explored the whole foot with my skin. I had to say those feet were perfectly symmetric. The way the big arch held my face was so fantastic. Also the reaction of the toes was the same as the left foot. The palms held my face so well. I felt as if my face fused into the big foot forever. Finally I lifted both the feet and put them together. What a beautiful picture! I would memorize it for the rest of my life. Those strong, big, wide, meaty and beautiful feet made an ultimate heaven waiting for me to dive in. And I did. I plugged my head into the arches. They were so strong and tender to hold me. I wished my life would be that way forever. I would do anything to keep it. Then I went on to rub my face to the soles. I knew the heaven wouldn’t be forever, so enjoyed it as much as I could. My mind lost track of time. I must have done it for at least half an hour.

I cannot remember when I started to kiss Scott’s soles. What I can remember is that the kissing sent sensual pleasure to both Scott and me. Scott began to moan again in a sexy low voice. My lips sensed every tiny pleat and seam around the ball, in the palm, in the center, in the arch and above the heel. I kissed everywhere, tender and tense. Scott moaned on every kiss I applied on those sensitive parts. The flesh under the soles was so tender. My lips enjoyed it so well. It was like velvet. The strong heart pumped more and more blood into the feet. I could even sense it with my lips. The feet turned from pink to red, from warm to hot. Pulses after pulses of perspiration covered the soles, but I totally ignored them. The sweat generated a strong smell of a true man’s sexy feet. Scott’s toes kept on wiggling insane when I kissed the huge soles. He was totally off the limit but enjoy it more. I probably forgot to breathe so minutes later I almost got unconscious. I gasped in those feet but Scott begged “Please don’t stop.” We both loved the kissing. And I went on to do it like forever.

And then I used my tongue. How would I miss that? I loved the feeling of Scott’s sole on my tongue. But Scott enjoyed it more. As soon as I licked the big sole, his whole body got intense. As I continued, Scott got totally lost. “What are you …?” “What is it?” As I checked the night before, Scott’s soles were extremely sensitive. I knew sensitive soles would never resist my tongue. I was an expert using it to trick the feelings. I used a lot of strength on my tongue swirling around the sensitive parts of the feet, the balls, the upper center, the center and above the heels. The soles kept on sweating. The sweat tasted great, salty and sexy. His sweat and my saliva merged together in the soles and it lubricated my movement, making the feet more sensitive. Scott kept on ask questions but could not complete the sentences. “How did you …?” “Why am I …?” He was overwhelmed with the feelings. His body was out of control of the mind. The feeling was new and weird for him. He wanted to stop it but the body wouldn’t move an inch. The feet were kept there with my tongue. The only thing he could do was to accept the feelings and let the body move on. When I went on to the toes Scott almost yelled. Dipping my tongue to the bottoms of the toes and between the toes, Scott could not stop wiggling them insane. “Ah. Oh my god! It’s too much. It’s too much!” Scott begged, but I ignored him and kept on the tongue work. “I can’t hold it! Please let me!” After he said it in a quivering voice, Scott immediately flipped over and unzipped his jeans. A huge rock hard cock stood there like a beacon. His cock was too big for the jeans.

Scott was obviously embarrassed. He kept apologizing but could not decide what to cover with his big hands, his cock or his face. His sensitive feet sent too much sensual pleasure to his brain and it turned on his body. Finally he covered his face with his hands and gasped for a while. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened to me.” Despite of the indecency, what I saw was absolute beauty of a male body. His big cock was a perfect match to his big feet and strong body. The shaft was long and fat. What made it more seducing was the big purple mushroom head. I never thought anyone could have a cock head as big as that. The huge cock swung as Scott gasped, as if it were welcoming me to taste it. More importantly, Scott was new to the feet thing. He would feel uncomfortable if he let himself shoot on his feet pleasure. However, at the mean time his body was obviously so ready to do it. I was already so turned on myself. I could not remember how many loads I had already shot in my pants. Why not help Scott through?

I knelt down to Scott’s crotch when he covered his face with hands trying to control his body. He got shock and tried to get collected. However, I surprised him by putting his penis head in my mouth. Scott immediately grabbed my head and yelled “No!” But before he did anything else I had already sent a great pulse of pleasing feelings to his penis. My skillful tongue massaged the bottom of the penis head. Not a single man could resist it. Scott liked the feeling so much. His body got fully tense so that he grabbed my head with more strength. At that time the only parts of our bodies was the tongues. I kept on licking the big cock head and Scott kept on speaking insane. “What are you doing? I don’t want it.” Scott made the words but he wouldn't believe himself either. He closed his eyes and enjoyed every second. What I could do was simply follow the wishes of his body. His cock head was so big. My tongue could only squeeze its way to perform the ultimate massage. His strong blood flow made the cock even warmer. The cock head got even bigger after a few minutes. It almost totally occupied my mouth. “Oh my God. Please stop it.” Scott kept on speaking the opposite to the facts. I reached down into his jeans and began to massage his balls. They were so big and smooth. I knew the body was so eager for the release. I kept on the tongue work even harder. But the cock head was so big that my tongue could only reach the two most sensitive parts of it, the bottom and the pee hole. Scott left me no other choices. The only thing I could do was to touch it over the limit. So I went on. “Aaaah, Aaaah, Aaaah, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” Scott again started to murmur in a faint voice but could not complete the sentences. At this time I realized that he was really a tough man. His body was already so off the limit, but his mind kept him collected. He controlled his body merely with his strong mind and he made it for so long time. It must be such a long period of joy in pain for him. When a man’s most sensitive part was skillfully played, strength in mind was always easy to collapse. Scott made it for a gorgeously long time. However, he could not make it forever given I had his balls in my hands and his dick in my mouth. I was literally in control of his manhood, so I would win the game eventually. No matter how strong the mind was, the body would finally betray it and do what it had to do. Anyway Scott has long gone through the point of no return. So I just continued what I was doing, enjoying the big cock head and the big balls. After a heavenly long period of torture in pleasure for Scott, he suddenly stopped murmuring. His body got as tense as a stretched bow for more than a minute. Then a faint voice squeezed between his teeth. “No.” Huge bursts of man juice came out of the big cock. The huge cock head was like an erupting volcano, sending out the sperm pulse by pulse like forever. The exit of my mouth was still blocked by the big cock, so the only way I dealt with it was to swallow every drop of it. After the long lasting squirting his cock finally stopped. Scott immediately collapsed to the seat. His big body was totally flaccid.

When Scott was lying there almost unconscious, I was still with his cock. Minutes later the big cock began to shrink and finally slipped out of my mouth. At that time I realized that I was also exhausted. I could not count how many loads I had shot in my pants. Also the big cock head and huge loads of sperm almost suffocated me. I got faint and sit on the floor leaning to his big thighs. I kept on gasping but still admiring his manhood. It was so beautiful and powerful even when it was sleeping. We spent several minutes catching up our breath and then Scott began to speak to me.

“Look at you. I gave you my feet and you gave me back a wonderful massage, a hot worship and then a blowjob.”

“You are welcome. It’s for free. You know it.”

“Actually, you just molested me. You made me orgasm against my will.”
“What are you? A lawyer?” I replied in giggles.

“No. I’m a cop.” He said with a serious face.

I got stunned. I just seduced a cop and made him experienced my crime. I was not sure if it was a crime. But when it happened to a cop, it definitely would be. I looked at him almost in tears but did not know what to do or what to say.

“Don’t worry. I won’t arrest you. You gave me a great foot massage and a great blowjob.” As he said, he gave me another irresistible smile.

“Thank you, officer. I appreciate it.” I almost wanted to kiss him. But I knew I needed to be calm.

Then I realized what Scott just did. He enjoyed my services and let me thank him not to arrest me. What a selfish person! Then I suddenly remembered him. Yes I met him before, and he was indeed a police officer. However, he was not the benign person as he showed. One night 3 years ago when I was driving home from work through an intersection, a police vehicle suddenly turned on the alarms and lights and made a left turn through the red light. I stopped my car immediately and I almost hit the police vehicle. Then I was pulled over. Guess who came out of the vehicle and issued me a ticket? Scott! That was the only ticket I have ever got. I have been dreaming to revenge on him for years. But instead, I served him to the heaven with all my skills of my hands and tongue. I even gave him a blowjob. And he made me thank him for accepting it. It’s so unfair. I decided to revenge, a big one.

“You must be very strong and tough to be a cop.” I started my plan by feeding his arrogance.

“I think you already know it from my body, don’t you?” Apparently Scott was very happy to be acknowledged like that.

“Are you really a police officer? I mean you don’t look like one.” I went back to my seat and began to tease him.

“Are you kidding me? Look at those muscles.”

“Well, I admit you are strong in your body. But to me, a man’s feet tell more truth than his body or words. Unfortunately, your feet don’t speak for your toughness.”

“What? My feet? Do you know my feet are size 14 wide?” Scott asked in contempt.

“Well, it’s not about the size. Put them here. Let me show you.” As I said, I showed him to put the feet on my thighs.

“You cannot find any weakness on my feet.” Scott put his feet on my laps.
“Your feet are indeed big and wide. But they are not the ones with a real tough mind.” I began to fondle the feet, which made Scott uncomfortable as before.

“From today, you’d better remember these are the feet of the strongest mind.” Scott said arrogantly, which was exactly what I wanted.

“Well, at least I can see you cannot take a little tickling.”

“That’s bullshit. I’m not ticklish.” Scott said more loudly in a higher pinch. His feet immediately sweated and quiver. He was bluffing. That was the last defense a ticklish man had.

“Not ticklish like this?” I used my index fingernail to scratch his left sole from the bottom to the tip through the midline. Scott pulled back his foot like a flash. I barely made the scratch 1 single inch. “Ha!” He yelled with surprise in his eyes. I gave him an evil grin. “See. You just disproved yourself.”
“No. No. I was just surprised. I am never ti… ah ha ha…” I surprised him again by scratching his right sole the same way. He intimately pulled back his right foot as fast as a lightening.

“OK. Stop bluffing. You already lost. You are just a big size man but weak in mind. You cannot be a cop.” I said with contempt. It definitely irritated Scott.

“Hey. Watch your mouth. I can easily break your arm and then you know I am a cop. I am a strong and tough cop.”

“Is that how you define strong and tough? It’s not. It’s bully. It’s actually a way guys disguise their weakness. Suppose you are a cop, you will tell everything you know about your cop colleagues if you are caught by the criminals. They can easily know anything from you by ticking your feet. It’s that simple. And you will be the weak link of your team.”

“No. I’m not.” Scott got so agitated and eager to prove himself. He was totally controlled by his ego and arrogance. “OK. I am ticklish. But you know what? I can take the tickling. Tickling can never break me.”

“Bluff again. You cannot prove it.”

“Yes, I can.” Scott yelled like a monster. “I will show you.” He reached out his handcuffs and cuffed his left ankle. Then he made the other ring go through the rack under my seat and cuffed his right ankle. Within 10 seconds he made his feet secured to my seat. “Now you have my feet. You can tickle them as much as you want to and I will never beg you to stop. Then I want you to give me a decent apology.”

Scott leaned back to his seat. He felt he had proved himself and became relax. What he didn’t know was that his nightmare was about to begin.

“Let me hand you a pillow. You will need it.” I said and give him my pillow.
“A pillow? I don’t need anything to handle it.” Scott replied rude but accepted the pillow. Then he began to realize what he made himself into. He said to himself with hesitation, “I can make it.”

Then it began.

The best reason that I love the single rooms on the train was the privacy. The rooms could be latched from inside. With thick curtains no one could see what was happening in the rooms. Also, the loud noise made by the train would prevent others hearing the voices in the rooms. As long as Scott used the pillow to muffle his laughter, no one outside the room would notice weird things happening on him.

I put his left foot on my laps and fondled the sole with my hands like the way I did performing the massage. Scott really didn’t move this time. He just looked out of the window like nothing was happening. However, he could not hide his ticklishness entirely. Within one minute his foot began to sweat. Then I made my fingers dance under the foot. That gave Scott more tickle feelings and his toes wiggled unconsciously. I had to say Scott was doing so well. Although his was tickled this way, the only part moving was the toes. Other than that, he was so collected. He looked out of the window like I was tickling some others’ foot. He just adjusted his breath so that he wouldn’t show any change in his face. What a tough guy. I felt so lucky that I got his feet and they were so beautiful.
Then I used my fingernails to lightly and slowly scratch the skin of his left sole. I made it from the heel to the balls. He sensed it immediately I started. He tried to retract his foot but it was secured by the handcuff. I also held his foot with my other hand to lock it in position. As I proceeded to the center he began to make deep breathes. Still looking out of the window, he hid his feelings well. Then I moved on and my fingernails reached the balls. This time he could not hold his face any more. He began to smile like he thought of something that really made him happy. Then I made another scratch reversely, from the ball to the heel. Although still looking out of the window and still collected, Scott’s smile got bigger and bigger. I made my light and slow scratches back and forth in his big meaty left sole. Within one minute Scott lost control of himself. He twisted his neck and looked at everything with a really big charming smile. Chuckles were squeezed out of the teeth. Then I used a little more force on the scratches. Scott sensed it well and began to laugh immediately. He got so embarrassed and blushed from his face to his big chests. He covered his face with his big hands but the sexy laugh could not be filtered between the fingers. I enjoyed the laugh so well that I kept on doing it so long.

Then I decided to apply more and more force on the scratches. What Scott reacted was instantaneous. He let out loud laugher but he used the pillow to muffle it. It seemed that he was going to smother himself with the pillow. I knew for a cocky cop like Scott, he would never want others to know he was ticklish. At least he would use the pillow to avoid all the people know what’s happening. Although this way I could hear his crazy laughs clearly. He wanted his foot back so much but it was tightly secured with the handcuff and my thighs. The toes wiggled back and forth but could not find a way to avoid the tickling sensation. He even used his right foot to kick my knee. I didn’t mind. The kicks were so weak because he used up all of the strength laughing and catching up breath. He was made so vulnerable with my tickling. And my scratches pumped out so much sexy laugher from the big sexy man. The laugher was like amazing music to me and I didn’t want it to stop. So I kept on and on scratching the big foot.

I didn’t know how long time later I decided to really tickle Scott’s left foot, not the slow motion scratching any more. I tickled the sole with all my fingernails elegantly in a high frequency. This time I put Scott off the limit. He screamed and laughed insane. “Stoooop. Stoooop. Ah hahahahaha. Nooooo. Ah hahahahah. Stooop ah hahahaha.” The voice was so awesome. Although I heard it clearly through the filter of the pillow, I pretended not to notice. Yes, I was just enjoying the tickling. I didn't want to stop. Scott twisted his upper body from side to side, but it could not relieve him. At the meantime I was simply enjoying the foot. It was so cute and beautiful. The sole was so warm, soft and tender. Moreover, I tickled him so much that the sole became entirely pink. When I tickled it I felt like tickling the tummy of a cute fat kitty. That big kitty drove such a handsome and strong man insane, laughing like in hell. That was so awesome. So I continued the tickling. My hands could never get tired of it.

About 30 minutes non-stop relentless tickling, Scott got totally exhausted. He barely had strength to laugh any more. So I stopped. I didn’t want to kill him. Scott’s body became flaccid and he leaned back to the seat. All he was doing was gasping. Tears were rolling in his eyes. I looked at the badly tortured left foot. It was still so cute. Although so cruel, I decided to work on it for more pleasure. As a professional tickler, I always kept a tickle kit in my handbag. That was the time to use it. I applied some lotion to the foot. It was like a massage to Scott. He felt so relieved. “It’s finished, isn’t it?” He asked and so eager to yank his poor left foot back. “We are far from there.” I replied with an evil grin. Tears immediately went out of his eyes and he again covered his face with the pillow. The next round was about to come. I would make it professional.

The last round of intense tickling made the left sole hot like fire. And the lotion I used made the sole as smooth as silk. That would make the foot more ticklish. Making it worse for Scott, I would use some really efficient tools. The first one I grabbed was a fork. It was sharp and cold. It proved itself the second it touched Scott’s vulnerable sole. Scott’s whole body twisted as if electricity went through him. I loved that reaction so much. So I continued. I made circles in the sole with the fork. It left stripes in the big sole. The sole was so big, wide and pink. I made it like I was drawing tracks for athletes. The toes were dancing and Scott was letting out breathless laughter. He tried to move his foot but again it was tightly secured. Every time my fork went across the ball and above the heel Scott twisted his body like he was tickled all over. After about a hundred circles I realized that I missed one of the most sensitive parts of the sole, the center. Then I changed the pattern to draw. I switched to number 8 pattern. That doubled the center tickling and the effect was obvious. Scott let out even louder laughter and screamed whatever he could think of. “Ah hahahhahaha, Ah hahahahaha. Stooooop. Pleeeeeease. Ah hahahaha. Noooooooo. Ah hahahahhaha.” His big body waived from side to side like a big fish out of water. The toes already gave up the dance and the foot was totally exhausted taking the tickling. Another over 100 number 8 drawing later I stopped to let Scott breath. He needed the energy to react to my next strategy of tickling.

A few minutes later Scott recovered the breath. He could barely keep his spine straight. He looked at me with anger. But that was before I showed what I planned to use. I brought a hair brush out of the tickling kit. Scott instantly got afraid and yelled “No. Oh my god. I ah hahahahaha.” I could not let him finish the sentence. I knew he wanted to quit and surrender. But that way I would never fully enjoy the cute big foot. So I started tickling the foot before he said the word. I used great strength tickling the foot with the brush. It explored every single sensitive spot in the sole. And making it better, it tickled them at the same time all together. Scott laughed loud like there was no tomorrow. This time his mouth totally malfunctioned and he could not make any words out of it. All he could do was to laugh. I enjoyed it well although it was muffled with the pillow. He rolled side to side too much on the seat that finally he fell to the ground. But that did not stop me so he continued to laugh and roll on the ground like a big eel. Scott used every single muscle to resist the tickling but it would not work. That reaction turned me on so much. I kept on brush the sole like I was going to kill him this way. The foot was even softer and pinker. I felt I was playing with a big piece of jelly. The tickling continued so long. I even got a little tired in my arm. At that time Scott was about to pass out. So for the best of us both, I stopped. Scott was entirely exhausted, lying on the ground gasping. This time he really used a long period of time to get collected. Then he climbed back to the seat.

“I think your left foot tested out. It is a ticklish foot with a strong mind.” I said.

“I told you.” Scott replied, but still gasping.

“Let’s test the right one.” As I said, I moved my laps and hands to the right foot.
“No. No. Uh, I mean, you won’t find any difference.” Scott got really scared this time.
“Scared?”

“No. Of course not. I just don’t want to waste your time.”

“OK. I’ll directly proceed to the last step. If you can take it you win.” I used my lotion all over the soles of the right foot. At this time I found that I tickled the left foot too much. It was so dark pink. The feet were so different in color as if they were from different people. I would correct it, making them symmetric again. What Scott didn’t know was that his right foot would be far more ticklish than he expected. The way I teased his left foot and the prolonged tickling desensitized him. The left foot would be relatively numb to the tickling when I used the hair brush. However, I left the right foot alone. It was as sensitive as never touched, like the way the last night showed. Knowing how ticklish the left foot was, I was pretty sure I would win a great revenge.

After I tightly secured Scott’s right foot with my thighs, I used all of my skills tickling it with the hair brush. Lotion, hair brush, my supreme skills and a ticklish foot combined together. Scott proved what it was like in a dramatic way. He jumped from his seat like a bouncing spring. With that was a scream from hell but luckily muffled with the pillow. Then came hysterical laughter from his hoarse throat. He bounced back and forth, rolled side to side, screamed and laughed. He totally lost it. He could barely make a word because his brain shut down.

The tickling turned him into a lunatic person. I probably got him some degree of psychological damage. But I didn’t stop. I could not. That was the most shocking and amazing scene I had ever seen. By tickling the right foot, our cocky cop Scott totally collapsed into a victim of the hypersensitivity. After a long time random insane reaction Scott lost his balance and finally fell from the seat to the floor again. But that did not stop him rolling around, screaming and laughing because I kept on tickling him. Another 20 minutes later I finally gave Scott a break because I would not want his body to shut down like his brain. That would kill him. At that time the right foot became as dark pink as the left one. They were symmetric again. More importantly, they were more beautiful that way. After catching up his breath and regain some strength, Scott bent over and covered his right foot with his hands. Looking at me with fear and eager, he begged. “Please. Please stop it. I can’t take it anymore. You win. You got me. I can’t take your tickling. You can get whatever you want from me. Just give my feet back.” Saying that, uncontrollable tears went out of his eyes.

I thought I got enough from him, a happy tickling, a relentless revenge and a nice blowjob. But I still want more. So I asked him to get back to his seat and told him what I wanted. I wanted to play with his toes for 15 minutes and his foot ware. Scott gave me some unreluctant nods. Then I began the toe torture. I used my toothbrush to brush the bottom of the toes. Those little piggies wiggled elegantly and Scott chuckled. I didn’t want to tickle them too much because these little meaty things were so cute. They danced like playing the piano. After enjoying the performance for a long time I decided to work on some real tricks on them. I took out some velvet strings and placed them between the toes. Scott burst into immediate laughter when I moved the strings back and forth between the toes. It was tickling him drastically, but Scott had already used up his strength to react. He leaned to the window as if he lost his spine. Loud laughter was the only thing he could give me. I kept on the velvet torture and the awesome toes tried to escape, moving back and forth, side to side, almost everywhere. Although Scott proved how many movements his toes could make, there was nowhere to hide from the tickling for him.

I efficiently used the last 15 minutes and stopped as I promised. Scott finally got relieved but could not sit straight. Then I unlocked Scott’s ankles. He immediately retracted his feet and caressed them with great care and sorrow. It was like a strong lion licking its wound. Moments later he carefully asked me if he could change his shirt and I agreed. The intense tickling left him a sweat drenched shirt. By the way, the pillow he used to muffle the laughter was also wet with sweat, saliva, snot and tear. I peeked at the sexy muscles when he changed. He was still so sexy. Actually he was sexier to me after I tickled him. He was so embarrassed after all the tickling thing and he sat there looking at the floor in total silence. At that time I realized we were about to our destination. 8 hours passed since I lay my hands on his feet. So many fantastic moments were there for me to remember.

When the train finally got into the station he asked me not to tell anyone about his ticklishness. Before I replied he put on his sandals and fled out of the train like he was stealing them. I collected his sneakers and socks under his seat and then left the train. That was the most wonderful journey I had ever experienced.

I am still keeping the white size 14 wide sneakers in my closet.