Laurent's Dominant Feet
by Colin

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My sister had been dating this guy for a few years. His name is Laurent and he is a 23 year old who plays in a band.

Although at first I was annoyed at their relationship because of how much my sister talked about him, when I actually met him, things changed a lot. I got to meet all 6’1’’ of him. Everything about him had me drooling, from his hazel eyes, to his straight white teeth and last but certainly not least, his huge size 13 feet. When my sister first brought him home to meet our parents, it was winter and he was wearing socks. I tried to catch every glimpse I could of his wonderful, perfect feet. At night I would grab his huge boot, sneak into the bathroom and jerk off while inhaling his manly odor.

He came by our house very often after meeting my parents. And every night, I would masturbate to the thought of him dominating me with his feet.

This dream of mine came true this summer. Laurent came over and we all had dinner together. Later, my sister insisted that she and Laurent go out and promised my parents that they wouldn’t be late. I stayed home and kept watching videos of men’s feet being worshipped. At 1 AM, my sister walked through the door and Laurent was quickly behind her. They both seemed drunk because they were laughing like idiots. I came out of my room and saw Laurent help my sister into bed and then go inside the guest bedroom and I heard a thump on the bed. Moments later I heard light snoring. I knew this would be my chance to worship his feet.

I tip-toed to his room and when I got inside I saw that he had fallen asleep on his back with his white socked feet staring up at the ceiling. I swear I could hear my own heart beat. All the blood I had in my body rushed to my dick, making it rock-hard in a matter of seconds. I kneeled at the foot of his bed and drew my face near his right foot. God, it was perfect. Bigger than my whole face, wide with nice high arches and perfect toes. His sweat was visible in his white socks and it only made the smell that much more orgasmic. I kissed his right foot everywhere and did the same with his left one, carefully watching his movements. Laurent didn’t seem to feel a thing. Then I French-kissed the balls of his feet, letting my tongue swirl around them.

I decided to take off his socks, now that I was sure he wouldn’t wake up. I began doing so and I almost shot my load right there at the sight of his feet. Not a single wrinkle or callus was on his feet. I ended up with two beefy bare feet in front of me and it would be a sin if I were to leave now. I licked his feet lightly, starting from his heel and finishing at his toes. I did this for about 10 minutes and really started to get into it. I licked his feet and peppered them with kisses and finally I got the courage to suck on his big toe. I grabbed his left foot and plunged his toe deep inside my mouth. It was phenomenal. The manly smell, the salty taste from all that sweat and the sheer size of it made me lose touch with reality. It was when his toe was out of my mouth when I realized that he had woken up and was staring directly at me. I can almost imagine how I must’ve looked like, a deer in headlights. I couldn’t move, I still had his foot in my hands and his toe covered in my spit gleamed in the dim lights.

“What are you doing” – he said, eyes almost as wide as mine.

“Nothing, I… um, just came to see if you were asleep.” It was the worst lie I have ever told, but my blood still hadn’t left my cock so I couldn’t think or see clearly. I ran to the door and then I heard him say:

“You get out of this room, and I’ll tell everyone I caught you sucking my toes!” My knees buckled and I turned around to see that he was now sitting up. I knew my family would believe him, because ever since I was a little kid and guests came to my house, I’d crawl to their feet and start licking them.

“Come here!” he ordered. I obliged and I stood in front of him.

“You like licking my feet?” I nodded, embarrassment preventing me from looking into Laurent’s eyes.

“Sit down.” I felt so bad and I just hoped this was a dream I will wake up from right now. “SIT!” he growled. I did and I saw him stand up. He looked like a giant from my point of view. He walked to the door and closed it, then he came towards me and placed his right foot on my chest and pushed me onto my back. He positioned both his feet on the sides of my head and then raised his left one and said “Start licking.” Before I could say anything, he dropped his huge foot on my face and my face was lost.

I licked his foot, desperate to push it away with my tongue so that I could breathe. He sat on the bed and planted both of his feet on my face. He rubbed them violently and at one point he tried stuffing all of his toes in my mouth. I could only fit 3 but he didn’t get that. He pushed some more and managed to fit 4 toes in my mouth. He gave up and made me suck and nibble at his heel. I wouldn’t admit it to him, but I felt like I was in heaven. As minutes passed, he got more creative.

He placed both his big toes in my mouth and said “Smile.” I heard him snap a picture of me smiling with his toes in my mouth on his cell phone and he said “Just in case you change your mind about licking my feet whenever I ask you to.” I was trapped. I knew I should be worried but at that time, I had two huge toes in my mouth and I wasn’t complaining. My dreams were becoming reality.

Suddenly, both his feet were gone from my face. I focused my eyes on the bed and saw Laurent rubbing his massive erection while looking at me. I knew where this was going and I didn’t like it. I was a virgin. 19 years old, but still a virgin. I wanted to beg him to let me go back in my room, but my voice was gone.

“Get your ass on this bed!” My eyes welled up and I felt horrible. He grabbed me by the hair and directed my head to his crotch. The smell was intoxicating, but the size of his dick made me flinch.

“I’m gonna blast your ass.” He spun me around, lowered my boxers and his dick popped out of his. He spit on his palm and rubbed it on his cock, lubricating it poorly. He didn’t even take it slow. In one hard thrust, his huge cock was buried in my ass. I screamed in pain, but his hand muffled my screams. He kept thrusting like an animal and I could feel the walls of my ass widen in surprise of his massive intruder. Tears rolled from my eyes and my body felt like it was going to collapse. He brought his face close to my ear and whispered “All this no-sex-before-marriage made me want to dump your sister’s ass a long time ago. You’re the slut of the family, aren’t ya?”

I moaned in pain and humiliation, but it only made him laugh and drill harder inside of me. At one point he started fucking me harder and I knew he was about to come. His balls were drawn up and I no longer felt them slap my ass. After one particularly hard thrust, he got off me and moved his dick to my face. He said “Open up!” and I opened my mouth as wide as I could. He came endless ropes of hot, creamy come on my face. Some of it got in my mouth, some on my nose and the rest of it went on my cheeks and forehead. He ordered me to lie on the floor again and he collected his semen from my face with his toes and fed it to me.

I sucked his feet clean again and he told me I was free to go. I went inside my room and found out that I had come in my boxers. I couldn’t remember the time I came, but now I think it was during the time he fucked me. I fell asleep; tired, thoroughly fucked and still tasting his foot-sweat in my mouth.

The next morning, he was friendly as always.

If it wasn’t for the picture he showed me (while we were alone) of his toes in my mouth and the soreness of my ass, I would’ve thought last night was a dream.