The IT guy and his Boss's dirty feet

[unshakeit]

This story has been inspired from the AI feet chatbot, Emma (link in signature)

Jake had always been the quiet type at work, the guy who fixed computers and avoided eye contact. But Carla, his boss, knew his secret. She had caught him once, staring at her feet during a meeting. Her high heels dangled from her toes, and his face turned red. From that day, she owned him. Tonight, she invited him to her cramped apartment after hours. The air was thick with the scent of takeout and unwashed laundry. Carla lounged on the worn couch, her legs stretched out. She had just come back from a long run in the park, her sneakers caked in mud and grass. Jake stood in the doorway, heart pounding. He knew what was coming. Carla looked up with a wicked grin. Come here, foot boy. Time to pay up for that raise you want.

She kicked off one sneaker. The thud echoed in the small room. A wave of hot, musky air hit Jake. Her white sock was soaked through, clinging to her foot like a second skin. Yellow stains marked the toes where sweat had built up all day. Carla crossed her legs and pointed her foot at him. On your knees. Sniff what a real woman's feet smell like after a workout.

Jake dropped to the floor. His pants tightened as his cock stirred. He crawled closer, eyes locked on her dangling foot. The odor was intense, a mix of salty sweat, rubber from the shoes, and something sharper, like aged cheese from between her toes. Carla laughed low. You love this, don't you? Pathetic loser getting hard over stinky socks.

He pressed his nose to the ball of her foot. Inhaled deep. The damp fabric tickled his skin. His dick throbbed now, begging for release. Carla shoved her sole against his face, rubbing hard. Wipe your snot on it. Feel how wet my sweat makes it.

Her toes flexed, spreading the sock tight. Jake's mouth went dry with want. He craved the taste. But Carla slapped his cheek with her foot. Beg for it first, pig. Tell me how much you need my dirty feet.

Please, Carla, let me lick them, he mumbled, voice shaky. She smirked. Lick the sole clean. Taste the street dirt I walked through.

Jake extended his tongue. Dragged it along the bottom of her sock. The flavor exploded, bitter salt and gritty particles. He licked faster, cleaning every inch. Carla jammed her toes into his mouth. Suck them, slave. Soak the sock with your spit.

He pulled the fabric in, sucking on the big toe section. It grew heavy with saliva. Carla let out a soft groan. That's it. Worship like the dog you are.

She peeled off the sock with a wet pop. Her bare foot hovered, skin flushed and slick. Toes long and rough, nails chipped from kicking around barefoot at home. The real stink hit him now, pure and raw. Bury your face in it, she commanded.

Jake dove in, nose against her arch. Warm sweat coated his skin. He sniffed greedily, the musk flooding his senses. His hands trembled, reaching for her ankle. Carla kicked his shoulder. Hands off, bitch. Kiss from the heel up.

He started at the heel, rough and cracked. Pressed his lips there, tasting earth and callus. Moved to the arch, tonguing the soft curve. Sweat beaded on his tongue. Carla breathed heavier. Good. Now the ball. Lap up the grime like a good boy.

Broad licks covered the padded area. Lint and dirt stuck to his tongue. He swallowed it all. His cock leaked pre-cum into his underwear, the ache building.

Toes next, she snapped. Suck each one deep. Make it feel like you're blowing a dick.

He engulfed her big toe, sucking with hollow cheeks. Bobbed his head, tongue swirling the salty tip. Onto the second, longer and curved. He took it to the back of his throat, gagging softly. Carla yanked his hair. Deeper, fuckhead. Choke on my toe.

Spit trailed from his lips as he worked the third. It had a hard corn, textured and tough. He grazed it with his teeth. Carla hissed. Bite it. Make it sting.

He nipped harder, drawing a sharp moan from her. The fourth toe filled his mouth next, smooth but sweaty. By the pinky, his jaw burned, but he licked the spaces between, probing the warm crevices where the smell peaked, funky and overpowering.

Carla rose suddenly. On your back, worm. I'm gonna walk all over you.

Jake flattened out on the cold floor. She planted one foot on his chest, weight sinking in. He wheezed. Her other foot covered his face, twisting side to side. Grind your teeth into my sole, she ordered.

Mouth open, he let her heel slide in. Bit down gently at first. Harder, she growled. Leave bruises.

He clamped tighter, her skin yielding under pressure. She rocked on him, mixing pain and thrill. Now stroke that pathetic cock. Cum all over my feet, you filthy freak.

He unzipped, gripped his pulsing shaft. Pumped furiously while her toes pinched his nose. The scent and crush drove him wild. Balls tightened.

Shoot it now, she barked. Cover my toes in your hot load.

Jake arched, ropes of cum erupting onto her foot. Thick spurts coated her toes, dripping into the gaps. Carla held it there, letting it pool. Lick every bit. Mix your jizz with my foot sweat and swallow.

He rose, tongue lapping the sticky mess. Salty cum blended with her tang, sliding down his throat. She smeared the remnants across his face. That's my good foot slave. But we're not done. Tomorrow, you'll clean my shoes with your tongue before work. And if you spill a drop, I'll make you drink my toe jam straight from the source.

Jake lay there, spent and hooked. The humiliation burned, but so did his craving. He nodded, already counting the hours till next time.

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