Arabian
Feet
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'.
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