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Working Under The Table

by Joseph Roos

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Hi there.  My name is Joel. 

And this is the story of my favorite day at my office. It had been a long week.  I was tired and ready to check out. It was about an hour before “quitting time” and I had everything just about wrapped up in time for my Friday ritual.  You see, there was this thing I would do with a friend from my office.  His name is Tony and we’ve worked together for about four years now.  He’s gay. Tall, 6’5”, slender but a solid build.  He’s got slightly curly light brown hair, light eyes that you could dive in to and a mouth that makes you want to listen to every word he says.  And oh my god his feet are a size 13! So big and long! Ok whoa. Can you tell I have got a crush on him?

So the story is we’ve been fooling around since about 6 months in to work together.  It started off as a hand job now and then in the Men’s stall.  Then in conversation I found out he loved a good blow job. I was very obliged to this hunk of a co-worker and soon that became our thing. He was always a little more dominant than me and I didn’t mind because I loved to please him.  So eventually he got promoted and every Friday with my beard freshly shaped, suit on, cologne splashed, spiked black hair and my green eyes fixated on his office door I would walk over prepared to make his toes curl and his whistle blow (if you know what I mean.)

This Friday I got my desk cleaned up and eagerly walked over to his office a little early.

Ever since his promotion the dynamic changed a little, he was definitely more dominant because of our office roles I suppose.  So I went in as he was typing on his laptop and kneeled right beside his chair showing my readiness to please him. I was wearing a gray suit with a black tie and as I knelt my loafers hung off. I had a thing for sheer socks but have never shared it with anyone.  I wore them to the office but no one noticed. Kind of my little secret. He was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue striped tie, perfectly fitting kakis and slip ons that I might add looked gigantic on his size 13s. Did I mention size 13? Haha just kidding.

I brought up how I like feet and socks in the past but we never acted on it.  Anyway, so back to the action. I unclasped his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Revealing sporty briefs that clung nicely to his package. He was proportionate to his body but because he’s so tall I’d call him well endowed.  I began to massage his cock with my hand and mouth taking it from partially stiff to fully erect in a minute or two.  I pulled down his red briefs and began to do what I did best.  And right as I was getting him close we heard a knock at the door.  The look in my eyes with his cock in my mouth and knowing the door was not locked was probably hilarious in hindsight but terrifying in the moment.

“Hello? It’s Anderson Miller.  I scheduled an appoint....” and in mid sentence (and the two of us still in shock) the door knob clicked! I was frozen in panic but not Tony.  He grabbed me by the head, shoves me under his large office desk. He pulled his pants up as much as possible and as fast as he could. He slid his chair in tight to the desk as to not show me or his undone pants.

“....ment. I hope you didn’t forget.”

“Absolutely not! I was just waiting for you pulling up our..uh..emails!” This was awkward because he couldn’t stand up with his pants partially down. So I heard an odd paused as Mr. Miller had to come over to the desk to give Tony a handshake. And I kind of wanted to giggle.  Tony saw my smirk out of the corner of his eye and apparently wasn’t happy. He pushed his shoe right to my face.  So not to speak. It was uncomfortable but I was stuck.  I couldn’t say anything or even make a noise or the “jig would be up.”  Mr. Miller was an important vendor and I didn’t realize how long I was going to be under there but I think when Tony realized the position he had me in he took full advantage.

With his huge slip on still on my face he wrote a post-it and dropped it on the floor. I reached and saw it said “Lick”. I paused worried about what was about to happen and if I could stay silent during something I had always wanted to do. Another post-it drops. “LICK you little bitch” and with that note and a smile on my face I started to lick. While he worked above with Mr. Miller I got to work under the table.  I licked both shoes from top to bottom then on the tops. The leather was shining after my tongue bath.  I was pleasantly surprised when he next took off his shoes. He was wearing black socks, well worn at his perfectly round heels and I could make out his long toes through the fabric vaguely as well.

He placed his large, high arched socked foot on my crotch and began to massage my cock through my suit pants.  I wanted to moan but the meeting continued above me.  I think having to remain silent made it all that more intense.  He placed his other foot over my face as another post-it fell. “Smell them. Worship them. Little foot Bitch”.  I began to kiss and lick his socked feet. They smelled like new leather and sweat. Sucking on his heels and massaging his whole foot with my hands while he used his massive left foot to rub my cock to a throbbing state.  He pulled his one sock off with his toes and slowly fed it into my mouth, I suppose to make sure I didn’t make a sound. He taunted me with his socked and bare foot for another twenty minutes. Then I heard the meeting end and Mr. Miller leave.

“Good job down there!  I knew you were good for something around here.” He smirked with that type of sadistic grin I just swoon over. I muffled something about taking his sock out of my mouth.  He leaned over and removed his tie. I was confused and I began to talk through my now soaked sock gag.  He tied my hands behind my back as I struggled a bit. All he said was “Shhhhhhhh” as he placed his huge foot over my mouth. “It’s unfortunate but I got a couple more hours worth of work. So.... I guess you do too.  I never knew how great a footstool would be under my desk.”

I was in shock with my eyes wide with surprise.  This wasn’t over? By the end it had been three hours at his feet. Three hours with an erection that pulsated to be released.  And now I was still at his mercy with my hands tied and his feet using my face as his personal ottoman. By the end of the torture he rolled his chair out and jerked me off with his bare feet while he took care of himself. I moaned through my gag as I came. Finally the release I had been waiting for. We both came at the same time and I was spent. I laid there for a minute still bound and in ecstasy after my orgasm.  He stood up and walked towards the private bathroom. All I heard him say was “Congratulations.  You’ve just been promoted from cock slut to foot slave.  Well done!”

To be continued......