A Simple Yet True Story
by Master Branko

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This, by the way, is a very simple yet true story.

I will relate it exactly as it happened, just last week. I had always had a very strong foot fetish, even when I was a kid. I snuck into bedrooms and smelled socks, stared at shoes and salivated over big feet. A couple of guys even noticed and I had to make an excuse. Sometimes I had some okay encounters set up through the internet, but nothing came close to this latest experience where I now live, in Athens, Greece.

I put a foot-smelling, foot-licking ad on one of the dating sites and made it very clear that I wanted to lick sweaty, smelly feet. Often reality doesn't work out like you want it to, but a fetishist must keep on trying and this time it was just an unforgettable experience! This top nasty looking guy from a low-end neighborhood was interested! Because sometimes they lose interest, I played along with everything he said. He explained he had rank, smelly gym socks on and old sneakers that smelled really bad, and that he wanted to lie down and have his sweaty feet in the Athenian summer heat taken care of. I thought it was too good to be true at first, but I instantly got a hard-when he sent me a pic of his feet with long dominant toes.

I was instructed to come in, clean his feet with my tongue, give him a blow job after that, and leave immediately as soon as he came, in true Greek dominant fashion. I was to arrive at 10.30 in the evening to his place, near the Attiki metro station, a working-class neighborhood. I checked out the address on the map, and at 10.30 pm sharp I was there. He buzzed me in and I went up. The lights were low, and the hunk was stretched out on the couch waiting for me. I slowly undid his laces.

Whiffs of pungent, old-running-shoe foot odor started to slowly make their way as I loosened the laces. Then I carefully slipped them off, and my nostrils were invaded by the heavenly, sharp smell that I had only a few times dared to sniff from some hunks' socks in the gym while they were in the shower. I slowly started to moan but controlled it so I wouldn't scare my future 'client'. I massaged his feet carefully for a few minutes, kissing the socks and taking in the salty, sharp smell of cheese that emanated from these feet. When I peeled the socks off, almost like a sticky band-aid, more of the foot smell was released making me a total slave to his feet.

I wanted to make it perfect so I took my time, almost shivering with excitement.

When he flexed his toes a couple of times in my face, I was in pure heaven, totally under the control of his masculinity. I started softly licking at the heels using only lips and tongue. No teeth, no biting. The saltiness from the cracked heels was powerfully intoxicating. I slowly licked in strokes, and I heard a couple of groans of satisfaction from him. It tasted perfect, and I was the foot cleaner, pure and simple.

The calloused balls of his feet were especially pungent, and he made them even more so by degradingly pushing them into my lips and face. I licked and licked, and then made my way to his toes. Strong, dry toe jam, caked sweat, buttery, salty, all-powerful… this is what I had been living for. I sucked on the toes, one by one, then two by two. Each foot alone, then both together. By then he was rock hard and so was I. But I was instructed not to take off my shorts even before our meeting. I was just the lowly foot cleaner. After cleaning those feet that just never seemed to lose their fantastic strong three-day taste (my whole face smelled of it later), I crept up to his balls and dick and gave him the best blow job I could. As he got more excited he held my head into place, banged his dick in my throat and forced me to swallow.

I did of course, as part of the perfect service. When he relaxed, I hurriedly left, making sure to obey his instructions and hoping this wouldn't be the end of it. The next day after that warm June night, he sent me a message asking for a repeat soon. Mission accomplished, and I am now the proud foot cleaner of one mean, handsome man with feet that deserve to be worshipped in every way. I hope that all foot fetishists will find their men like I just did. I'm on a mission to get me a few 'clients' so I can give them my free service every now and then. Hopefully, the next time or next guy will let me jerk off as he rubs those nasty feet in my face.

I'm sure that this experience will come soon.