Massage
Session
by
PHSHBY980
Working
as a massage therapist definitely has its benefits.
On a few occasions my clients have been the hot,
young studs that frequent the local gay club. As
a recognized massage therapist it’s my responsibility
to maintain a level of professionalism with these
men
despite my inner urges. However, during one particular
session any self-restraint I had flew out the window
along with the embarrassment I had regarding my
secret foot fetish.
That memorable day I was booked for one session
and as usual I was hoping for a sexy, male individual
to walk through that door. While preparing the table
a knock came at the door and I eagerly ran to open
it.
To my surprise it was one of the men who attended
the club on a regular basis. His name was Tom and
he was always among the sexier men. He towered over
most of the guys at a height of 6’ 2”
and he possessed a slightly muscular build. He had
one of the best tans I’ve seen and it went
well with his brunette hair. I’ve briefly
spoken with him before but it was a sufficient amount
of time for me to realize how much I’d love
to worship his large feet. This was Tom’s
first time with a massage therapist but he stripped
down into a towel without any reluctance. I told
him to lay face down upon the table and I began
the session by kneading his broad shoulders. A few
minutes in I realized he had fallen asleep. I looked
down towards the direction of his feet and I began
to shudder in excitement at what I would eventually
be massaging. I worked down to his butt and then
to his thighs. My simple massaging techniques turned
into deep, sensual rubbing. I found my self working
closer and closer to his ankles. My heart was pounding
and I could barely focus.
If I was ever going to fulfill my foot fetish fantasy
the opportunity was now here.
I walked over to where his smooth souls faced up
towards the ceiling. I leaned forward and took in
the sweaty aroma of his feet. I took his left foot
and began to slowly rub it. I couldn’t control
myself and cautiously put the foot to my face and
caressed it with my nose and lips.
By that point Tom began to snore heavily and it
gave me further reassurance to proceed with my actions.
Starting at the base of his heels I worked my tongue
along the wrinkled crevices of his souls. My tongue
then found itself between his toes and as I came
to the tips of his toes my mouth clamped down around
them and I sucked as hard as I could. I swallowed
every ounce of saliva that managed to comes off
his feet.
His size 13’s were now lubricated with the
wetness of my saliva and I ran it up and down the
length of my now exposed cock. Not able to further
contain my self any longer I used his feet to stroke
my cock until it finally erupted, spewing hot cum
all over his beautiful feet. I felt so relieved
to have acted out something I would have otherwise
been timid about. I cleaned Tom’s feet and
before waking him I gently rested my lips on the
top of his right foot and kissed it. Sure there’s
much more a hot guy like Tom could offer me sexually,
but that's a whole other massage session!
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