by Ian Maccoll
Traveling to India for work was exhausting, the long haul flight was awful, and the heat of the country was near unbearable but after preoccupying myself with work, and getting some much needed rest I had started to notice it less, and with work finally done I had a several days of free time before heading back home.
Laying in bed late at night and feeling in the mood my mind once again returned to the thought that had plagued the back of my mind since first hearing I would be traveling to India, the possibility of achieving my biggest fantasy. I opened Grindr letting them message me or tap me first, my profile left black so people wouldn’t place me to what my tagline suggested; which was my face to be at some feet.
Moments later a profile tapped me, he was handsome, nice hair, stubble, tall, slender, with a strong jawline and well dressed, so I immediately tapped back, hoping he’d be accommodating to my interest. He greeted me to which I returned one, and he asked where I was from. I told him how I came from overseas and was here on work, but with that done now I had some free time before heading back. He asked me what my likes were, to which I informed him my tagline would give him a clue, adding a playful wink with the tongue sticking out. The reply stated that he didn’t understand what it meant, which was understandable as seeing the bottom of their feet, was usually frowned upon, so my desire would be incredibly taboo to the locals, something that always made the desire that much more arousing.
I explained to him how my greatest fantasy has always been for my face to be used as a footstool for some Indian feet. I waited for his reaction, my pants twitching as I hoped he would be keen to take up that offer, or at the very least get me excited by degrading me, and not just instantly block me. He responded, asking if I was serious, to which I confirmed to him I was. A string of laughing emojis was his reply, followed by a berating comment, of how disgusting I was, however he seemed to be curious as he asked what would be the scenario I’d like to happen.
Getting more aroused I told him I’d love to lie on the ground as an Indian man rests his feet on my face, no matter how dirty, sweaty, or smelly they would be, before rubbing them all over my face. My hands shook slightly in anticipation as I waited for his response, and as before a bunch of laughing emojis was sent to me, a further message telling me I’m a freak and asking me what else I’d do to them if given the chance. Slightly rubbing myself over the replies I told him I would smell their feet, kiss them, lick them, suck on the toes, massage them either with my hands or my face.
Hitting send, I breathed a little heavy as I was starting to get into it. I moaned slightly as his response said oh my God, followed by sick emojis, would you seriously do that to my feet you freak? Grinning over his replies I satiated that I probably would and asked if I could get a picture of the bottom of his feet. Throbbing more as he was laughing again and telling me to wait a moment.
Viewing his profile picture again I grew closer to release as he was incredibly handsome and I would love to be under his feet. The notification went off, he had sent a picture, and wasting no time I opened it; as did my mouth, as his feet were incredibly soft looking, his toes long and suckable, they looked a little dirty, more than perfect for my face. I replied with heart eye emojis, saying how much I wanted my face to be smothered under them, more sick emojis and being called a weirdo. My heart started to beat faster as he followed on by asking if I’d be free tomorrow then, hastily responding I would be, he laughed, saying he can’t believe this is something I’d want. Giving me an address and telling me to meet him there by 3pm as that’s when he finishes work, I instantly accepted, telling him I’ll get him there followed with a large grin. One last insult threw my way, stating how sad I was for being so excited, before he went to bed.
Rather than getting myself off fully, I decided to deny myself sweet release and went to sleep instead; or tired to, as my aroused state of mind refused to stop, and I kept reaching for my phone, looking at the sole pic, and his face, getting hard seconds later once more, as I envisioned the scenario I’ve longed for being a sleep away.
Mid-afternoon drew closer as I wasted no time in making my way over to the location, using the maps on my phone to help navigate the foreign country.
Arriving outside the building I shivered slightly, hoping time would move faster so I could finally get to experience my long sought after fantasy. Nervous I couldn't move as he exited the building, instantly noticing me, a foreigner, he grinned wickedly as he approached me, shaking his head in disbelief over me actually turning up. My shy disposition, amusing him as he said that I really was serious about this, laughing to himself saying I’m a freak, but to follow him back to his place.
Greeted inside after a lengthy walk of him laughing occasionally and muttering under his breath what a weirdo I was, that he couldn’t believe this, that there must be something seriously wrong with me, he walked through to the other room as I nervously followed. Gulping as he had removed his footwear, as he sat down, his bare feet lifted up, allowing me to see the bottom of them. My reaction didn’t go unnoticed as he insulted me for being so strange, but nevertheless he pointed at me commandingly, and grinned sadistically as he then pointed forcefully at the ground beneath his feet “There. Now” he ordered loudly. My sheepish grin and nod earned an impatient wriggling of his long toes, sending a fit of wild throbbing down below, easily catching the attention of him “Good God. You’re insane. Imagine wanting this. Freak”
Timidly I laid on the ground below him as he leaned over to look down at me, he grimaced slightly, still finding the idea somewhat disgusting yet amusing at the same time, the view of his incredibly handsome face quickly vanished as everything went dark. A strong musky odor filled my nose as I moaned lustfully at the warm soft flesh that now enveloped me, my groan earned a slight retching noise from the man as he was truly repulsed by my reaction to his soaking bare feet on my face.
Their smoothness rested; not doing anything, with covered eyes I could feel he was still looking down at me, despite my face covered with his big feet. Gently I grabbed at the tops of his feet as I pushed them every so slightly down on my face as I breathed in loudly, exhaling a shaky breath and a cough over their stench as I grew painfully hard over it “The fuck is wrong with you man?” he asked in a serious tone as the sweat of his feet made them start to slip down the sides of my face slightly. Lifting them slightly he quickly repositioned them to fully cover my face once more as the sound of them faintly slapping back into my features rang out around the room. “I mean seriously, even I know they stink and you … like that, seriously, where’s your self respect?” his tone clearly indicated he found my desire to be absolutely revolting now knowing the extent the effect of their smell had on me.
I rubbed the tops of his feet softly, moving them a little up and down my face. Taking the hint he began to rub them over my face, the sweat covered soles glided easily over me as my hips faintly bucked in time with my twitching, I was more than painfully hard. Not only was my deepest desire finally being fulfilled, but the man had the hottest feet I had ever been at, not to mention he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen as well. I couldn’t believe my luck, and so I savored the experience, knowing it would be over before long.
“So is this what you’ve always wanted then?” my intense moans muffled under the sweaty flesh as he began to rub his feet over my face with more force answered him as he further condemned me for my messed up desire.
Like a greasy moisturizer his feet began to dry as he rubbed the sweat deeper and deeper into my skin, the strong taste of salt on my lips as I let my lust take over to begin kissing his feet, they stopped rubbing and tensed up with the first kiss I planted on the smelly flesh, and a scoff from above could be heard as he whispered to himself that I needed professional help of some kind. My hand released his foot as I started to rub myself through my jeans, moaning loudly into his feet as electricity surged through my whole body in intense ecstasy.
Unsure if he was enjoying dominating and degrading me or he was still genuinely put off with me was hard to tell as he pushed his feet down painfully hard on me, my lips no longer able to kiss them, breathing started to become difficult as their softness allowed my face to sink into them quite a little, leaving no space for fresh air and the smelly air that remained was quickly used up in my desires to smell his feet more and more intensely.
Writhing in a mixture of pleasure and suffocation I stopped toying with myself as I grabbed both his soles in a desperate bid to remove them from my face, my muffled panicked breaths from underneath received no response from the man, unsure how he was reacting to it as I tried in vain to get some fresh air, I started to feel light headed, unable to speak, to beg for some mercy as my movements started to slow down a little.
A large gasp and gulp of fresh air was taken as he repositioned his feet once more over my cheeks, still looking down at me, the expression on his face driving me wild as the warm flesh rubbed up and down my cheeks. He chuckled through his nose and smirked before plunging my face once more into the darkness, the long exhale I made quickly cut off as I was again forced to inhale the stench of his feet which I had been unable to become accustomed to, and I was unsure if I ever would.
“The fuck!” he whispered to himself, feet once again tensing up before relaxing as my tongue finally wanted to play as well, the flesh had a distinct Earthy taste to them, as I must have licked a patch that had some dirt on them.
Starting to leak profusely as he persistently dried his feet off on my face every time I got a taste of them, I started to hear a slight gasp from above as he started to explore my face more intimately. His toes spread open against my mouth as I hastily licked in between them, the salty taste of his sweat lingered there as he started to moan softly “This. Actually feels. Pretty good” he proclaimed as I saw a wide smile start to appear on his face. His long toes clenched my nose, the smell of his feet intensified as we locked eyes with one another “I think” he sighed “I think I could get used to this” he stated as he finally leaned back in his chair, unlocking his phone and began to browse it as he started to fondle himself as well.
My nose was eventually free from the smelly prison, though I was certain I’d never be able to forget the smell for as long as I lived. His toes traced my lips gently, clearly he was starting to get into it more, and had a new found desire awakened in him, and so wasting no time I parted my lips as I let his plump toe enter my mouth. Slowly moving further down the back of my tongue, their unique taste sent shivers down my spine as I started to slowly suck them, slathering them in my saliva. Wet sloppy noises filled the room as his manhood grew jealous over the sensation his toes were receiving instead of his length. He began to breathe a little deeper as his eyes closed, he had unzipped his pants and had begun to let the experience wash over him, as I washed his feet, in a sense. “Where you come from” he started to inquire as he switched feet, the wet toes rubbed over my face playfully as the dry ones now wanted some attention too, which hastily I began sucking on, reveling in the experience which was far greater than I could have ever imagined “Is this a common interest?” I tried to reply, mumbling as his toes were still thrusting in my mouth like a slow piston, laughing at my attempt to talk he removed his toes, once again he wriggled them over my nose playfully “Kind of, there’s lots of people out there who like feet”
With his toes dry he once again covered my face, and despite being aired out for quite some time their stink still hung heavy in the air, invading my nostrils with a stench I was now certain I’d never forget. His feet were better than any I had ever experienced before, the tabooness of the situation heightened the experience. “Interesting” he sighed heavily, now fully enjoying the sensation and embracing my desires.
A soft thud hit me as his pants lowered, as a soft wet slapping sound came from above, his feet occasionally twitched along with his breathy moans, no longer degrading me verbally as he instead encouraged me to keep going. A sentiment I had no issue upholding as I buried my face deeper in his feet, inhaling them loudly and shuddering at their musk. The sound of me getting off mingled with his own above, just as his sweat mingled with my saliva as I licked them in earnest as requested from him once more, as his orders became more frequent. His breath hitched excitedly in response to the feeling of a wet tongue lapping at his soft soles once again, the Earthy taste now gone as the small patches of dirt were now covered in a light film of my saliva.
The suffocating session from before returned as my face sank deeper into his feet by sheer force, my muffled moans of part excitement and part dread silenced as the last puff of air escaped from underneath them.
Having my breath held against my will, as no new air came. My breaths were instantly absorbed soundlessly into his warm soles, and my inhales were met with the foul stench of his unwashed feet. They shook over my face wildly as he grew closer to his own release. “Kiss my feet” he said hastily in a breathy voice. Wanting to please him I wasted no time in kissing them, my lips barely able to move under the increasing pressure he applied to my face as he pushed down further, but nevertheless I honored his requests made at the height of his arousal and gave it my all as I was close to releasing myself.
A loud moan cried out from above as his feet twitched and jerked violently around my face which had begun to demand for fresh air, and after taking one last inhale of his foul stench as his toes spread and clenched rapidly, I tensed up as well, my moans muffled by his damp feet, as I shot uncontrollably. My hips thrusting in earnest as I rode the biggest release I had ever done in my life. I had finally achieved my greatest fantasy, it was more than worth the wait, and with a few days left, I hoped to experience it again.
Finally as we both went still, light flooded my vision once again as he looked down at me, now smiling in admiration, as another sheepish smile took over my flustered face which appreciated the fresh air. “How long are you here for again” he questioned, the response earned me a devilish smirk from him “So you can be my footstool again. Lucky you” he laughed knowing he liked it just as much and he’d get something from it as well.
After several days of reliving the experience again and again it was time for me to return. He gave me a pair of his dirty white socks as a parting gift, as we discussed him visiting my country one day, as I was more than welcome to stay with him instead of a hotel if I ever return to India again.
My boss asked me how everything went when I finally returned, to which I informed him it went great as I let him know if he ever needs an employee to return to India again for a job, I’d be more than happy to do it once more, and he seems to like the idea as he stated he would do so. So here’s hoping another trip abroad happens soon.
