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Office Feet: All-NighterI fucking hated working at this ad agency. It was the late nineties and there were lots to chose from. Everyone was hiring. But there was no way in hell I was leaving this place. For my career it sucked, but for my inner pig, it was a gold mine. I was surrounded by women who were total bitches…aaaaaaand they couldn’t keep their shoes on. An EVERY one of them had feet that were awesome in their own way.There was Remmy. She was a super smart, but played the dumb blonde, super cool exec with perfect size six, small for her height, always fire engine red toes, wrinkled soles. She was a go to for many JO sessions.Her underling, a chubby Southerner loved to show me her Fred Flintstones. I love the much maligned Fred Flintstone feet on a woman. Those little g**** toes, the meaty soles and super delicate skin on the bottom. Sign me up. Well, this chick caught me staring. So if she wanted something, and they always did, I’d get a show.There was Sarah, the short hair she-might-be-a-lesbian boss with perfect size seven feet, never toe polish but occasionally gloss, with the best arch ever. She was nonstop.Before I go further, let me explain the cotton I landed in at this dump. I won a lot of business at this place. My work ran and that made me very unpopular around the coworkers. So, to fuck with me, they stuck me back by the accounting ladies and across from the copier. There was a nonstop parade of middle aged women walking around in stockings or barefoot making copies, giving me a fuckin SHOW. It was like sitting in front of a clown car if you had a clown fetish. Nothing but soles all day long. And they got dirtier as the day went on. Which is awesome. Your friend’s hot mom, barefoot all day. From baby powder fresh in the morning to I-can-see-every-wrinkle-dusty dirty by quitting time.So, I’m back there and it’s only the thought of jail that keeps me from kicking off my pants and jerking off until I literally died of tennis elbow. It was it’s own hell. But man did it make for great fodder when jerking off later.So the business is in trouble and they need someone who isn’t going away for the Memorial Day weekend to pull off a big presentation. I’m laying low because I have plans when I look up and there’s Sarah making copies. And I’m stunned. She has on thos Doctor Scholls flip flop wooden soled things. I was staring. Obvious as hell, looking right at her feet. She was dipping her soles and wiggling her toes. I had a zipper busting hard on when all of a sudden I pan left and see the underling with Fred Flintstone feet, Remmy and this other person I barely knew. They totally saw me and then acted like they hadn’t. Something was up.They came to “see what was on my screen.” And ask me a favor. I was getting my ass kissed about the mediocre ad on my screen when the one I barely knew sat in my extra chair, kicked off her ballet slipper and put her foot on my arm rest. Then she popped off the other and crossed her ankles. Just like the dude at pedisolejunction dot com does. It was incredible. I looked and Sarah turned around and asked her what she was doing and mentioned that maybe “he doesn’t want your foot there.” The girl I barely new said, “Oh, he doesn’t mind.” Sarah looks at me and smiles, embarrassed. Then she says, with gritted teeth, “I thought we weren’t going to mention that?” With the first girlish giggle I’d ever heard from her. Fred Flintstone feet chick says, kurtköy escort “Hey, should we just ask him?” Sarah says, “You didn’t ask him yet?” Remmy laughs, no, we just got in here. I’m sitting there playing it cool with a “what are you talking about” smile on my face. Sara sits on my window ledge/vent and kicks the Dr Scholls off IN MY LAP. It was deliberate.I said, “What are you guys doing.”They’re bribing you, said Fred Flintstone feet chick. We need you to work this weekend and we have no time to play games. They need you to say yes and they know there’s no fucking way you’re saying no with all of these feet in your face.I tried to say “what are you guys talking about?” when the very nerdy cat lady from Pittsburgh walks in and laughs. She says, “Oh, crap. You didn’t tell him I told you did you?” Wait a second, I said.That’s when I got the please, please pleeeeeeeease do this for us! I felt like I just pulled out a wad of money at a strip joint. I said okay. Where’s the brief? “Sarah, gets up, gives me a fist bump, pops a roach on my desk, and says, “You’re awesome, I love you. Email me what you’ve got by tomorrow night.” As she heads out the door. “You left your shoes!” She doesn’t stop, instead she yells as she walks down the hall, “You get to keep those. Thank yooooooo.”Everyone looks at me waiting for a response. I just shake my head and say “Jesus Christ… what just happened?” Remmy joked that if I didn’t want the Dr. Scholls, she could get them out of there. At this point I decide, fuck it. I hate this job anyway, and they OBVIOUSLY know I’m a foot fetish guy, they’re already going to have a laugh,… That’s when I said, “You touch those shoes and I’ll break both your arms!” in a joking and very non-threatening way. As cool as I could deliver it without my voice cracking.Okay okay, I’m not touching your sandles you pervy bastard. “What do you like about them?” Fred Flinstone Feet (FFF) asked. I answered with a question. “The Dr. Scholls or feet in general?” Remmy lit up. So it’s true! Ya, Remmy. If it wasn’t true, and I didn’t like feet, you guys would look really fuckin stupid right now, don’t you think?” Big, suddenly relaxed vibe hits the room. “You didn’t answer” says FFF, the only feet in the room still in shoes. “What do you like about the shoes?” What do I like? I don’t know. But I can tell you what I LOVE about those shoes… I can see her whole foot. Next to clear heels…”EWWWWWWWWWWWWW” they all laugh. No way, those are gross! stripper shoes.”FFF pipes up. “I don’t get it.” It’s so weird. “Most guys are into tits” chimed in Remmy. “It’s because I wasn’t breast fed.” Shut up! they said. I told them that I never saw a tit until I saw the movie Porkie’s in the 1980’s. That to me, a woman wore nail polish and had differently shaped feet. I was on the ground when most k**s are on the nipple. So I saw feet. I didn’t ask for it to be that way, it’s just circumstance.”That makes a lot of sense” FFF said. They asked if I liked summer because of all the feet. And why didn’t I live somewhere warm (really good question) and what kind were the best. “All of them. I like all of them. As long as they’re legal, k**s feet repulse me, so do a man’s. I like them big, small, black, white, tan, with tan lines, pale with pink soles, dry soles, soft soles, clean soles and more than all of that combined, wrinkled soles. But I don’t creep and I don’t stare.”Unless you’re aydıntepe escort making copies!” the lady from Pittsburgh hollers from the next office over. (Aside, God I wanted to fuck that lady. 50 something, unhappy marriage, smoker, kinda hot, more like a waffle waitress than an executive. GREAT GILF feet.)Okay, that’s enough, Remmy says. Now, please note that THIS WHOLE TIME, I’ve got THEIR FEET in my hands. I had begun rubbing every single toe of every single toe of half the women in my office. They knew I was hard and they kept it going for about 30 minutes. I memorized every thing about their feet. And still had not gotten to touch FFF’s awesome g**** toes or thick soles. She was built like a gymnast and had ZERO confidence. Very judgmental and kind of bitchy. Insecure but totally fucking hot. She was a single mom and always mentioned that men suck. She asked me if I wanted any food, she was ordering for the two of us. Every walked out of their office, I joked with them to leave their shoes. Remmy thought I was serious. Remmy was late for the bar by this time and needed a drink.I asked what she was ordering and FFF said maybe chinese. Then she leans in and asked if I wanted to smoke that when they leave? My dick was already hard, this almost gave me a heart attack. FUCK YES I want to smoke with you… then out loud I asked, are you sure? Fuck ya she said. So we smoked.We talked about the assignment and what we would do. She let me rub her hands. I didn’t dare offer to rub her feet. We baked at this point. And no one gives a shit about anything. I ask her, “you guys know what I’m into. What are you into? Let’s hear it.” I expected a fight, but instead, she gave it to me straight. “I love sucking dicks.” She wasn’t coming on to me. She just answered the question. She put her feet up and said, “I can have multiple orgasms while I’m doing it. I don’t get it, but it happens every time. Couple times not so much but mostly ya.””That’s cool.” No it’s not, she replied. “No guy wants the chick who likes giving head.” WAAAAAAAT I say. “Think about it, eventually you figure out that I want to suck your friend’s dicks. Just like you want to kiss ever girls’ feet you ever met, I want that dick.” I’m sorry, but it’s true. I get it. I didn’t have a dad, that’s true. Maybe I’m over compensating, I don’t care. It’s just what turns me on.Then, the weed kicks up a bit, really jumps a level. “Bullshit. You’re just playing me. Trying to relate. You’re job is to make sure I don’t go home this weekend until the presentation is done. You sneaky shit.” Then she goes to my machine, enters a URL and pulls up her website. Her eyes are blurred but it’s her. And it’s fuckin hot. I look at every picture. Then I look at her. “I’m trusting you with this,” she says. Three’s a pause a little silence… then I blurt out. “I’ll let you suck my dick if you let me rub your feet!””Rub mine too!” the Pittsburgh lady yells. She’s listening the whole time.”You’re here!” FFF was shocked.”You’re fine! Sweetie, you’re fine.” I came over to smoke and watch you! LOLOLOL. It was funny. WE smoke the rest of the joint with her and she hangs out. “Did you show him your feet?” No way! FFF says. I hate my feet. They’re gross. “Really? Look, I sit across from your pal there and he can’t take his eyes off of yours. Whatever you’ve got in your shoe, he’s into. Uncomfortable moment. Then, FFF asks. Do you like Pittsburgh tuzla içmeler escort lady’s feet. “Fuckin love them.” Bet she could use a foot massage. Boom she kicks off her shoes and has on those little footie stockings. I yank those off and I rub her feet. Her nipples were hard. “I have large feet for a female” she says. “I better leave you k**s…” I’m 28. Then I sucked her toe. I was dying to do it the whole time and I just did it. She gasped. FFF said “doesn’t that feel weird?” It feels really good! With a big smile. “Keep going, and a little push in my mouth.” She was a dom. I could tell. FFF “He liked that.” Look at him, he’s actually got a package.Pit lady asked “Are you a shooter or an oozer? Shooter, big time. FFF followed up with “You a grower or a shower, chief?” I’m a bit of both, I said. I heard Sarah’s voice, “Show us.” Holy shit. Ya holy shit, you got any ads for me to look at. I showed her our sketches. She liked them. “Cool! I was worried, but cool!” She picked up the roach, smoked it, took a few hits, and stomped it on a penny.Well, she asked. Well what I replied. Show us! I gave you my shoes. We’re not telling anyone. We’re set for the meeting, you’re too fucked up to go home, we get free dinner if we hang out and there’s a liquor cabinet in my office.FFF says “TAKE. OFF. YOUR PANTS dude.” Pit lady jumped in, “he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to.”I stand up. I’m shaking nervous. Suddenly self conscious. Then I stand up straight and take off my shirt. I was 28. I was on the university baseball team. I had a v taper in the day goddammit. I took it off and I think the were shocked. I always wore sweatshirts. I was fat at the Christmas Party. But I quit sugar and drinking and hit the weights. Long story. Point is, I was okay to be doing this at the time.The room is silent. FFF, who’s toes I’m now DESPERATE to suck, proposes a contest to predict my dick size. Pit lady said four inches. I was offended. FFF said, “standard six”. Sarah said, “I’ll know when I see it.” That’s when I unbuttoned the 501’s. Dropped them down. Eight fat inches, cut, with above average girth and a slight left curve. Neatly trimmed of course. FFF smiled. “Sarah, You know what I like?” Sucking dick? Yup. You know what I like? Sarah asked. “Watching” I said. I sat down on the floor and pulled Fred Flintstone feet girls feet out of her shoes. They smelled a little at first. I gave her toes a quick rub and light, fast suck. My hard on was popping. To my surprise, she didn’t suck my dick. She played with it. They all did, at least with their feet, but she never sucked it. But Pit lady did. Turns out she likes dick too and has quite the extensive collection of Playgirl Magazines from back in the day. She gave me one of the worst blowjobs I ever got. I was grateful, but it wasn’t great.Then, Sarah asked her to stop. I got down on the ground naked, hard and covered in spit from the VP of accounting, twenty five years my senior, we’re coming down off the high. But I got nervous, and tingly. I stood up. Jerked off right in front of FFF. She was glued to my dick, which was really getting sore by this point. She took it in her hand, then sucked it. It was amazing. She made out with my dick. She loved it. I held out as long as I could for her but then, it was like train. Without warning, I came in her mouth and started to apologize. Pit mom and Sarah had left. It was just me and FFF. and I just blew in her mouth. WE ended up dating for three years until she passed away from cancer. We partied our asses off. I sent her to vegas to see strippers. She had pedicure parties with her friends at the townhouse. All that from one working weekend. Not bad.
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