My journey continues. As always I'd like to thank everyone who has read, commented, voted, PM'd me or added as a favourite. All names and locations have been altered to maintain anonymity.
I felt light headed as I began to come down from my orgasm. I blinked my eyes, trying to refocus. There was cum on Mr Smiths right shin and both of his feet. A lot of cum. I was still holding on to his huge cock and it was only then that I realised Phillip was naked. He rarely got naked. He smiled at me. "I think you need to clean that up David."
For the briefest moment I was confused until he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down onto Mr Smith's left foot. Without time to compose myself, I let go of the cock in my hands and was rapidly licking up my cum. "Make sure you get in between the toes slut," Mr Smith's voice drifted down as he lifted his foot to assist me.
The deep humiliation of my actions kept my cock stiff. Fuck! This was another new level for me. Feet were one of my pet hates. I genuinely disliked feet. Always had. They repulsed me. I didn't even like people going near my own feet. In many ways this was more humiliating for me than rimming him. I wondered if Phillip knew how I felt about them. I was confident I'd never told him, but the way he'd smiled made me feel differently.
They were hairy too, but at least they didn't smell. His toenails were well maintained and the skin was quite soft. I could even say they weren't ugly. God, I actually started kissing it as I licked and sucked my juices from it. Then I sucked each toe individually, making sure I thoroughly cleaned between each one as I did. The musky taste intermingled with my cum was quite surprising. Not at all unpleasant, but the humiliation I felt was strong. What I always thought would be a disgusting act was turning me on.
After finishing his left foot I actually lifted the right one to my mouth. What the fuck was happening to me? As I worked my tongue between his toes I felt Phillip's hand on my bottom. He was massaging lubricant around my hole, then using 2 fingers to push the gel inside me. He began to work me open as I continued the task of despunking the foot in front of me, just as I had done with the first one.
"Don't forget my shin slut," he called down to me.
I purposely knelt lower and pushed my buttocks up to give Phillip better access, then proceeded to lick and suck the remaining cum from Mr Smith's shin. The hairs on his legs made it harder to do, as did the sensations I was experiencing as Phillip worked on my anus.
When I finished I raised myself so I was on all fours, my back forming an inward curve as I automatically began to push back on the fingers inside me. I could feel the lubricant running from my hole and down my perineum to my scrotum. He was finger fucking me gently, but deeply. Twisting and turning his fingers as they pushed slowly in and out.
I bowed my head, looking down at Mr Smith's feet, my hands and the cum that squirmed through my fingers. My cheeks still burned from the spanking. The taste of Mr Smith's arse, his feet and my own cum on my tongue. Phillip's fingers. Humiliation. Pain. Pleasure. It was sensory overload. I couldn't focus my mind. I closed my eyes and tried to regain some kind of composure. It didn't work. It was all too much.
When I reopened them Mr Smith was sitting in front of me with his legs wide open. Leaning back on his hands, he was shuffling his body towards me, his huge log like cock swaying from side to side as he did. He positioned himself with his knees raised either side of my shoulders and relaxed against his outstretched hands, looking down at me. His cock came to rest on his groin, reaching way beyond his naval.
I could smell him. The musky scent invaded my nostrils as I took in the sight before me. I still couldn't believe what I was looking at. The veins were just the same on the underside of his shaft as they were on the top. Hapazardly running in all directions. They looked thicker though. I was particularly drawn to one that started at the tip of his foreskin, running down in a wavy pattern towards the base, before splitting into a fork. It was huge. Nearly the width of my little finger, swollen and engorged.
A thick trail of milky fluid had spilled out and was tracing the line of it, ending in the bush of black hair that covered his balls. They weren't as big as Phillips and I could just make out the tight, dark skinned scrotum beneath the hair. It glistened with precum, droplets clinging to individual strands of his wiry pubes. The word grotesque still felt appropriate, yet it was utterly beautiful.
I think he knew the effect it was having on me. He knew I was mesmerised and sat there allowing me the chance to take it in. As if on cue he contracted the muscle and I watched, almost hypnotised, as it lazily lobbed forward and back. Again he did it and another spillage of milky precum began its downward trajectory along that huge vein.
"You like that slut?" he murmured softly, teasingly.
I nodded my head, completely entranced as the fingers inside my arse continued their slow deep penetration. I whimpered. I moaned. Unable to form actual words.
Another lazy bob of the weighty cock proving it was indeed real. I looked up at him. His white toothed smile actually seemed gentle. Caring maybe.
"You can lick it if you like slut," he said softly. I found his accent very sexy. His dark eyes sparkled. His Mediterranean good looks were at odds with the ugly monster sized cock in front of me.
I kissed his balls first, the thick precum sticking to my lips. It tasted much sweeter than my own. Then I licked, matting his hair with my spit. Then I suckled each testicle individually, the pubes filled my mouth, tickling my tongue. Then I took both in my mouth and gently rolled them, caressing them like jewels. My nose dragged at the base of his cock and I felt his juices wet and thick on my face.
I looked at him with my mouth full. His dark sexy eyes glinted back at me. "Mmmm," he moaned. "That's nice slut. You like my balls in your mouth?"
I nodded again. Pleased that he liked my technique. Proud even. I felt my anus being stretched. It wasn't unpleasant, more uncomfortable to begin with, but was aided by those beautiful eyes looking at me worshipping him.
The stretching continued. The feeling was intense. I could feel my own cock leaking but nothing else mattered to me. All that mattered was him. Mr Smith. I had no idea what Phillip was doing or how many fingers were inside me. He was still gentle. Still slow and deep. Still twisting and turning. Fuck it was bliss.
