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Mr. Mandel: Part 1

by Fun Time

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Ok, I guess I should start by telling you I have a big dress sock and barefoot fetish.

I don’t know why but for as long as I can remember I have always had an attraction for male feet and dress socks. I especially love the thinner dress socks sheers, TNTs, nylon and thin gold toes. OTCs are so hot and if a guy is wearing sock garters it is an even bigger turn on for me. I am 35 years old gay Italian with brown hair clean shaven 5’.9” with a trim body and have been told I am a good looking guy.

When it comes to male feet I am a total bottom. I love to be at the feet of a man between 35 and 60 and if he is a suit guy than there is no holding me back. It is such a turn on to me to be of service to this suit guy and his sock/feet that I lose control. I have had many hot experiences over the years and enjoyed everyone of them. The story I am about to tell you happened a few years ago but still to this day thinking about it makes me very hard. Well let me now share my store with you.

I had been working for this company for about 5 years when the company had a major restructuring . Our team was called into the conference room and introduced to our new VP. We were told Mr. Mandel (of course not his real name) will be hands on and was going to keep a close eye on everyone on his teams. At the time little did I know how close an eye. As Mr. Mandel addressed us I could only think how handsome and authoritative this man looks. He stood about 6’2” with black salt & pepper hear, maybe between 48 to 55 years old wearing an expensive 3 piece suit. I could not see his feet at this time but was wishing I could.

Over the next few month I guess you could say Mr. Mandel became our worst nightmare. He was very demanding and condescending to almost everyone on his teams except for a few of his favorites which I was not one of. Mr. Mandel would demand updates and/or reports by unreasonable times, call meetings at the drop of the hat and would ridicule you in font anyone.

But all that aside he was a big turn on to me. Every chance I got I would sneak peeks of his expensive dress shoes trying to get any glimpses of his dress socks I could. But over these first few months I never could get a glimpse of his dress socks which was driving me crazy. Than one day he called me into his office just as I was getting ready to leave.

As I walked into Mr. Mandel’s office what I saw nearly made me drop to my knees. There he sat behind his desk and with his feet propped up on his desk shoes off in his socked feet. Man I was stunned he was wearing a pair of black sheer dress socks which his feet showed through the sheer material. You could see a bit of moisture at the toes and heels. Just by looking at them I judged them to be around a size 12. Mr. Mandel looked up and ordered me to have a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He wanted to go over some of the figures I had submitted to him in my last report. As we talked I kept sneaking glances at his socked feet up on his desk. Every so often he would wiggle his toes in those so hot sheer dress socks or rub his feet together. Needless to say this was driving me crazy. Than all to abruptly Mr. Mandel ended our meeting and pulled his beautiful socked feet off his desk and said well that will do for now. I got what I wanted you can go now. When I got home I jerk off 3 times to fantasies of Mr. Mandel’s feet and me servicing them.

Over the next few days it seemed as though Mr. Mandel was picking on me ordering this or that or yelling at me for one reason or another. Than on Friday he seemed to lose control in front of everyone yelling and ridiculing me over a report I submitted to him. He ordered me to fix this piece of garbage I submitted and he wanted it on his desk by 6 o’clock today. I worked the rest of the day on the report to get it to his liking and at around 5 o’clock as he was leaving he yelled at me that better be on my deck by 6 understand.

Well I had completed the report around 5:45 and notices everyone had left for the day. I was the only one in the office and wanted to get out of there. I walked into Mr. Mandel’s office and over to his desk placed the report on the desk. Than I noticed on his chair a pair of used dress socks the exact same ones he was wearing the day I met with him. My heart started beating faster as I looked at those used sheer socks of his. I looked around even though I know I was the only one in the office. I felt my cock start to harden and know I had to at least get a sniff of those hot sheers. I grabbed the socks and examined them for a bit. Than lifted them to my nose breathing in deeply. Man the musky scent of Mr. Mandel’s foot sweat and the leather of his shoes was so intoxicating. I hung my head back and sniffed his scent in deeply as my other hand went to my cock rubbing it to full erection.

After sniffing his socks for a bit I needed to tasted them to have this mans foot taste in my mouth to enjoy. I started with one sock taking the toe part into my mouth the slight bitter taste hitting my tongue almost made me shoot my load in my pants. As I continued to chew and suck the rest of this delicious sheer sock into my mouth I released my now throbbing cock from the confides of my pants and boxers and began to stoke it. I than removed the one sock from my mouth after chewing and sucking the entire foot area of this sock, virtually cleaning it with my mouth. I slowly worked my tongue around in my mouth and over my lips enjoying the leftover taste of Mr. Mandel’s foot and stroking my cock more intently. I than took that sock and slide it over my hard cock. Than sock stoking my cock I began to chew and suck the other sheer sock into my mouth. There I was in Mr. Mandel’s office sitting on the edge of his desk stroking my socked cock and cleaning his other sock with my mouth. I could not hold back any longer and shot a huge load into Mr. Mandel’s sheer sock.

I knew I could not leave his sock with my cum inside it so I turned it inside out and sucked my cum from the sock, cleaning every drop. Once I calmed down and came back to my senses I pushed my now soft cock back into my pants and replaced Mr. Mandel’s socks back on his chair the way I found them, only a bit cleaner.

Needless to say I fantasized that entire weekend jerking off numerous times. I arrived back at work Monday morning expecting to be racked over the coals yet again. But to my surprise Mr. Mandel it seems was avoiding me. I was at least grateful for that but than at 4 o’clock I received an email from him ordering me to his office at 6 o’clock with the words “Be prepared” in bold.

This was only the begging of my experience with Mr. Mandel.

To be continued: