footjob

It was an ordinary day except for the fact that it was only mid-morning and I was aching for a good hard orgasm. My husband had been out of town for a few days and before that had been my time of the month. It had been a good 10 days since we had a nice rousing session where all the right buttons were pushed and an amazing gasping, moaning, climax was ripped from me.



As described in my prior stories, my husband and I enjoy our own flavor of a female led marriage (Nothing more gratifying provides the best background, but all of my stories provide different bits and pieces). In simple terms, for us this means that I decide when, where and how we have sex and my husband is rationed a few orgasms a month with the terms dictated by me. As a result, it’s far from the normal situation for me to be the one in need.



I had hoped to get a little attention last night. My husband had been due to arrive home from his trip around 10 o’clock and I figured to put him to work pleasuring me as soon as he arrived. Laying back in bed I wore a silky dark purple chemise that could quickly be removed to give him access to my tasty breasts and very pointy nipples.



I was still breast feeding our now one-year old child and my breasts were very sensitive. We had tried a bit of lactation play, but weren’t really all that into it. Still, it was very, very sensual to feel my husband lap up the dribbles of milk that inevitably leaked from my engorged breasts after a nice satisfying orgasm.



Part of the joy was the afterglow of the orgasm itself. Part of the joy was the sensuality of his warm tongue on my sensitive skin. But the best part of the joy for me was the taboo of watching my submissive man cleaning me after sex. This had been a part of his training that he had learned to accept and I had learned to enjoy.



So I lay there reading in my silky chemise, nipples proudly tenting the surface, waiting to be caressed and touched. I wasn’t wearing panties, but I was wearing smoky black stockings held up by a matching black garter. My husband has a huge foot fetish and I was sure that he’d come to full attention the second he saw his favorite black nylons and garters framing my neatly trimmed bush.



Of course the other benefit of not wearing panties is that it gave me the opportunity to occasionally slip a finger down between my folds and give myself a gentle rub or two to keep my arousal up. A few gentle flicks to keep one corner of my mind firmly tuned to sexual pleasure, priming my clit for the full stimulation that was soon to follow.



While stockings began as his fetish, I’ve come to totally love the way they feel and how great they make my legs look. I appreciate the comfort of keeping my legs bare (like so many women do), but I also enjoy the smooth silky feeling of stockings hugging my legs all day. I also get a little erotic kick out of knowing I’m wearing something sexy underneath. Because of my husband’s fetish I wear stockings, pantyhose or tights just about all the time — only keeping my legs naked in the heat of the summer when he can enjoy my pretty painted toes in tall strappy sandals.



Even in the summer however, I like to wear stockings when we have sex. I like to feel the silky nylon rubbing against my skin as he caresses me. I love the way the fabric clings to me when he sucks on my toes and licks my sole. Best of all is when he licks me through the crotch of my pantyhose and I can feel the nylon pressed against my clit multiplying the energy of his tongue and fingers.



Because of his travel, it had been three days since my toes and soles had been treated to one his loving, gentle foot rubs. I routinely get these every day regardless of whether we do anything more and my feet craved the attention. It was my habit to wear three or four inch heels to the office and nothing worked out the kinks from a day in high heels like his firm hand kneading my soles, relaxing the muscles in the ankles and joints and easing the pressure on my toes.



His service would begin with his firm hands. He’d then provide oral attention with kisses of adoration and a tongue that knew all of my arousal spots. Once my foot was fully relaxed (and sometimes other parts of me awakened by the attention) he’d carefully apply lotions and oils to leave my beautiful foot baby soft and enticingly scented. He never seems to get enough of handling my feet and at this point I’m fully addicted to the attention and become aroused by the process almost as much as him.



Laying back I wiggled my toes and could see the dark red polish through the reinforced toe. I’d need to have him repaint them soon, but not tonight. Tonight I needed his mouth and his hands employed elsewhere. My vulva tremored just a bit, thinking of the possibilities. I rubbed my breasts through the chemise until my nipples were pointy and hard. I needed him here and I needed him now.



I could hardly wait to look down and watch him kneel before me suckling my toes. I wanted to see his mouth fully stretched around my foot and stocking covered toes. I wanted to feel my toes wiggling against his frantic tongue. I wanted to feel the power of knowing how hard it made him to be sucking my toes and that I’d soon have him begging to give me any pleasure I wanted.



Just thinking of him down there had started to stir my juices and looking at the clock I could see that I had been gently touching and pleasuring myself for about half an hour as I drifted in and out of my fantasies. Unfortunately the clock also said I still had more than an hour to go before his expected arrival. I needed to slow down and pace myself.



Deciding a relaxing cup of herbal tea might calm me down a bit and buy some time, I slipped my stocking toes into my three inch bedroom mules and made my way downstairs. The mules really aren’t the most comfortable shoes, but I loved to wear them when I wanted to feel sexy and they had featured prominently in many sexy scenarios.



I can’t begin to count all of the times I had made my husband masturbate with this exact pair of shoes. I could picture his cum flowing down the slope of the instep to pool in a creamy white puddle in the toe.



Usually a little bit dripped off the end or oozed off the side before I allowed him to clean up his mess and he began slurping up his slippery white globs and gathering each drop with his tongue. He wasn’t finished until he had gotten all of it, and watching him complete his humiliatingly submissive task was usually enough to send some fresh tingles to my own loins.



I loved having him eat me to one more orgasm after allowing him to cum. Knowing that he would need to pleasure me with no prospect of his own release is tremendously satisfying. She who cums last, cums best. Any aspiring dominant should definitely give it a try. It really puts a man in his place.



Perhaps not surprisingly, gliding through the house nearly naked in heels and stockings, the moisture of my bare pussy open to the air, was not settling me down one bit. In fact, it was a rather decadent feeling to be prancing about dressed in a slutty outfit anticipating a night of sex. Thinking I’d have to try this again in the future, I turned myself to the task of making tea when the phone rang.



Unfortunately it was my husband. Although he had texted me a while ago that his plane was boarding, apparently his flight had been put on a ground delay and he wasn’t sure what time he’d be home, but was pretty sure it would be after 11 at the earliest.



Needless to say, this was not good news, all the more so as charged-up as I had become. I promised I’d wait up for him and we signed off, as we often do, with some embarrassing endearments.



I’d begin by saying, “I love you my submissive footboy”



His required response, “I love you too my queen”



Then I’d say something sexy like, “I can’t wait to have you kneeling at my feet” or



“I can’t wait to feel your tongue between my toes” or



“I can’t wait to feel your breath on my clit”



To which he was obliged to reply, “I can’t wait to see to your needs.” Innocent enough for the average bystander, but we both knew what he was agreeing to.



He’s told me that he always gets hard and usually blushes when we do this exchange, even if he’s by himself and not sitting in the aisle seat of a crowded airplane. It gave me a tingle of satisfaction, even through my disappointment, to know that was both aroused and red faced.



While the tingle was nice, it was doing very little to calm my urges which had now been put on indefinite hold. As I went for my dressing robe to help cover at least a little of my nakedness it occurred to me that somehow this mistress had found herself on the wrong end of a wicked little tease and denial game.



Soothing herbal tea at my side I returned to the bedroom and tried to resume reading my book. I managed it for about an hour, my impulses poking at me from time to time like a mosquito bite that constantly needed itched. Although the urges were building in strength, I was able to dispatch them with a few idle rubs of my clit or maybe a soothing caress of a breast or a few nipple tweaks.



By 10 o’clock I could stand it no more. He was supposed to have been here. I was hot and ready and knew that the only way I could take the edge off was to take care of myself. One of the dozens of great things about being a woman is the ability to have as many orgasms as you want in one night. There’s really no physical limitation, it’s only a matter of desire. Without a doubt, my desire was far greater than one little orgasm.



While I’m sure many women differ, I’ve always had much better orgasms with my man than I ever get on my own. The ones I get when I pleasure myself are easier to achieve, but usually far less intense. For me, it’s like eating a Hershey kiss compared to a Godiva truffle, they are both good but one is much richer and much more fulfilling and decadently satisfying than the other.



Digging through my night table I found my little tickler vibe. Setting it on low, I dimmed the lights, pulled up the covers and laid my head back on my silky pillows. Closing my eyes I concentrated on the soft vibrations, isolating myself from all around me. Just my vibe and a vagina in need of stimulation, everything else was mist.



I knew the vibe wasn’t really set strong enough to bring me off, but the sensations were delicious and they were definitely building up my arousal. I could feel my flower open and my mind was drifting to a blissful, pleasurable place.



Gradually a fantasy began forming in my mind. I love sexual fantasies, it’s such a healthy way to get in touch with your most daring desires. Compared to the loving dominant wife I am in real life, I’m usually much more the stern mistress in my fantasies. I doubt I’d ever try many of the things I fantasize about, but there must be a part of me that’s intrigued by it.



* * * * *



“Kneel slut, you realize you made your Mistress wait don’t you?”



“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am”



“Sorry is a start, but I need release. I’ll think about your punishment while you see to my needs. Maybe a strap-on session will teach you the meaning of my time. Get up on that bed and on your back. A little face sitting should solve the problem for now.



Spread your arms farther, so I can cuff you. That’s it. You look so helpless all naked and spread-eagled. Good thing I want to cum or I’d be teasing you until you were begging.



Just so you’re clear, I’m going to be riding your face until you get me off hard. I’m going to kneel with my thighs pressed against your head, your whole world will be pleasing me.



Don’t waste your time — no slow build up. I want it now. Make me cum. My foot is by your hand, tap me three times firmly on the leg if you need me to lift up so you can get a breath.



Get started.”



I lowered my moist sex onto his face and could feel his nose and lips grind against me trying to find a comfortable spot — trying to find a way to breathe. I can feel his tongue slide up into me and hear him begin to lap up my juices. Mmmm if feels good already.



He slides his mouth up a bit so he can circle my already hard clit with his lips. I can feel him flicking it with his tongue. I start sliding back and forth on his face in response, my juices painting his face.



He’s struggling to keep his tongue on my clit, so I clamp down firmly on his face now. His helplessness is my power. He has no choice but to please me. He’ll need to beg my attention just to get air.



I can feel his tongue furiously stabbing at me. The bridge of his nose is firmly pressed against my clit applying steady pressure. Mmmmm it feels wonderful and I moan to the sensation as I dial up the vibe.



In my mind I can hear the slurping, squelching, sloppy noise of my juices as he sucks them into his mouth and slides across his tongue. He just might drown rather than suffocate underneath my juicy snatch.



I love feeling of his head pressed beneath me. It’s such a dominant thing to sit on a persons face demanding pleasure. Their entire world, each breath, reduced to serving you.



Mmmm yesss….my clit is buzzing now, buzzing….I feel the warmth build up inside of me.



I can feel the tapping on my leg and pull up for a couple of seconds, but then right back down….yes, I’m getting close. I’m rocking back and forth now dialing it up all the way, anything to get pressure on my clit. I can feel the vibrations. I imagine his tongue Stabbing, licking, sucking….



Yes, ohh, yes….right there, that’s it….all at once the waves crash over me, gentle, peaceful.. Ride it, ride it…ride it one more…



Bliss. Every muscle relaxes and I absorb the glow. My breathing slows. I feel my wetness and it pleases me. So nice, so peaceful.



* * * * *



I awake to the sound of our child crying through the baby monitor. Ugh! 5:15. Morning feeding. Why am I wearing stockings? Who’s next to me?



“Do you want me to go get her for you?” my husband asks with a kiss on the cheek.



“You looked so peaceful sleeping there I didn’t want to wake you, it looks like I might have missed out on something.”



In a flood the night comes back to me and while I have no reason to be embarrassed, I blush anyway, “You didn’t miss anything, go get her please.”



Propping up pillows and getting situated, I’m soon breast feeding my daughter. The very breasts that ached for pleasure last night are now achingly full of milk that my beautiful, hungry little girl is now taking from me.



I relax and enjoy the sensation which is pleasing on so many levels. It feels good to care for my daughter. I love the closeness, cradling her in my arms. Her tiny mouth pulling hard on my nipple, a tiny hand clutching the breast. A certain relief as the milk lets down. Its pleasure, but not sexual, only a mother could get it. This feels right. It feels natural.



I can also feel my husband nestled in beside me — my whole little family all safe and together in one place. The mom, the wife, the woman. Taking care of everyone, everyone satisfied, presiding over the bed as a queen. Contentment. A perfect tableaux.



All too soon the bustle of the morning breaks the peacefulness of the dawn. There are schedules to coordinate, bags to pack and everyone needs dressed and groomed.



Hardly time to learn that he didn’t get in until nearly midnight.



Barely time to remember that I have a client meeting this morning. Grey skirt suit, white silk blouse, black pumps, sheer stockings — so very professional on the outside, still horny and gagging for it on the inside.



Everyone thinks I’m taking detailed notes as the regional director gives his presentation.



Really I’m writing some of this story, doing kegels and trying hard not to moan while I think about pleasuring myself last night and what I want to do tonight.



Where’s the fast forward? I need the real thing and I need it right now.



* * * * * Neither of us had really said anything, but we were halves of the same whole. He wanted to submit and please, I wanted to dominate. We both wanted to cum. Simple symmetry.



“Report to the bedroom at 9. I’ll be waiting.”



“Yes my queen. I look forward to serving you.”



There was really no need for clothing, but I was getting myself ready anyway. Dressing the role was part of the foreplay and for me anyway, getting ready put me fully into the mood. Dressing for sex seems to be a lost art among most women. This time I probably didn’t need it, but it was part of the ritual, part of the thrill.



Tonight I would be the demanding mistress. I wasn’t wearing anything complicated, but it was classic sexy. My stockings were sheer and nude except for a bright red back seam with a matching red reinforced heel and toe. Of course the toe and heel wouldn’t be immediately evident because I’d be wearing four inch red patent pumps.



My bra was red lace and matched my garter. There were matching panties too, but I chose not to wear them. I wore my pink silk dressing gown while I did my hair and make-up. My bright red lipstick was of a similar shade as my lingerie and stockings. My eyes were shadowed in smoky grey. I thought I looked both sexy and stern.



I chose to leave my hair down rather than pull it back. Lots of basic gold jewelry on my ears, neck, and fingers finished my look. A couple of dashes of my favorite perfume set the pheromones running.



As nine o’clock drew close I perched myself on the bed, legs dangling over the side – my left leg crossed at the knee over the right. It was a classic pin-up pose that would immediately draw his attention. We had started scenes from this position many times. Not knowing the end is what makes each new beginning exciting.



I had been giving myself the occasional rub for hours, all day really. I was very ready. I dared not touch myself again.



My husband knocked promptly at nine and entered on my command and proceeded to kneel before me. He was naked, of course and knew that he should appear before me with his cock caged in his gates of hell chastity device. He did this himself without my instruction. He knew that I owned him and he knew that this pleased me (which it did).



“I am needy my pet. I had plans for you last night, but you let me down.”



“I’m sorry my queen, but as you know, there was nothing I could do.”



“I know that, which is why you won’t be punished. You will be used however. Remind me of when you had your last release.”



“It has been 13 days my queen. For my last release you allowed me to masturbate into your worn stockings.”



“By my count it’s been now 11 days for me, not counting a mechanical one I gave myself last night. I’ll need several from you tonight my love, I’m very hungry for attention. You will please me quickly first, then gently second. After that we’ll see where things go. Please begin.”



I spread my legs wide and he knew what to do, burying his face in my already damp crotch whereupon I closed my legs tightly around his head. The welt of my stockings was pressing against his ears and my nylon sheathed legs and heels slid gently up and down his back. He was locked into position and he was mine. His physical release would come with my sexual release.



He had been well trained in giving me oral and knew just where to put his tongue, when to apply pressure and when to bring his fingers into play. Right from the start he worked at a wonderfully fast pace, a speed he normally built up to over many minutes. I slowly rocked forward and back trying to get as much pressure on my clit as I could.



His tongue darted in and out, up and down, side to side, battering my clit with every move — sending flares of pleasure across my body and up my spine. His urgency was delightful and expressed his complete commitment to me. Pleasuring me was his whole purpose right now and he wouldn’t slow down until I was satisfied.



I loved having him between my legs. Controlling him like this was always pleasing to me but tonight his energy and passion was building a special feeling of dominance inside of me. My body started fizzing with a sexual energy that needed to be released.

“I made this story after I was browsing on this site and noticed that there was nothing on cheerleader’s feet. I mean, that should be a given in my opinion. Cheerleaders are not only (stereotypically) hot, but they get a good workout and wear those shoes a lot. No such thing as too much feet, so I made it about not one, not two, but three cheerleaders that I knew that would make good foot teasers. Tell me what you thought of this by rating and commenting. Enjoy!”



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Basketball season was underway at my high school. Of course, about the only thing that meant for me was making a few extra bucks by working concessions and cleaning up the stands after the game. I liked the money, but I really didn’t care about the games. I’ve never been the sporty time. About the only thing I loved was the awesome cheerleaders we had. I was a friendly guy, so I had no problem talking to them like lots of guys do. They always came to get food during the breaks and between men’s and women’s games. They all knew me by name, either from being in my classes or just getting to know me at the stand.



“Hey Danny, what’s up,” one of the cheerleaders was asking me. I snapped out of my day dreaming. I was at my stand right now, and the cheerleading captain, Lexi, was looking at me with a smile.



“Oh, hey Lexi, what’s it going to be?” I asked politely. She was easily my favorite cheerleader and the hottest. Lexi had long, curly brown hair that was currently tied back in bow. She had a very sexy dancer’s physique and some of the hottest hazel eyes and huge eyelashes. She had a very playful nature, but was also very nice and definitely not a whore.



“I need to snickers, a slice of pizza, and two vitamin waters please?” Lexi asked. I got her the stuff and charged her the amount. “Man, I’m starving! The teams are scoring like crazy, so we gotta be cheering a lot.”



“Oh, it must really suck that you are a cheerleader,” I replied sarcastically. She laughed, thanked me for the food and walked back to the gym. I was admiring her as she walked away. She was the definition of cute and fit well into her uniform. What I didn’t like was that the uniform itself is a tease. Tight enough to show their figure and bobs, low skirt, but their clit was covered well, and the white shoes that they wore. They must have the sweatiest feet and I need some relief. One of my dreams was to worship a cheerleaders pretty, sweaty, stinky feet from toe to the ball. I smiled to myself, there was no way in hell that would happen. I was just there food boy and I really didn’t want to be labelled a pervert.



However, there was this persistent rumor that I kept hearing about the cheerleaders. If both teams lost the their home games, the cheerleaders would take their disappointment out by “having a little fun.” As far as I knew, the last time that happened was two years ago. The guy I heard this rumor from said that the cheerleaders took one of the guy basketball players into their locker room and had an hot orgy with him. He apparently played better after that too. I almost couldn’t believe it though, especially now. Lexi wasn’t that kind of girl. Even at 18, she was very mature for her age. All the senior cheerleaders on the winter squad were 18 too, so I didn’t think it too likely. All I could do was dream about, after I was finished working. The women’s team had just lost, and people were flocking to the concession stand. “Well, maybe if the guys lose, I can find out for sure,” I thought to myself sarcastically. This was going to be a long shift.



It was pretty slow the rest of the night. The guys game was going on and very few people were getting up to get refreshments or snacks. I asked one of our few customers if everyone was glued to their chairs. He told me that the game was really close and that the two teams kept passing each other. No wonder it was so boring. Well, I got paid either way., so it didn’t matter to me. About an hour after that last customer, the floodgates opened as people shuffled out with angry looks on their faces, or at least people who lived here. The home team had lost because of two personal fouls by two different guys. According to a customer, it was “embarrassing and unsportsmanlike conduct” for our team. The place was empty soon after, as people don’t tend to stay around after a loss or buy stuff after the game. I closed shop and got ready for cleaning duty.



Cleaning duty isn’t as bad as you might think it would be. Honestly, all one does is pick up trash in the stands and put away some equipment. The janitor does the rest. What sucks about the job is the guy that I work with, Dakota. This guy is the biggest nerd and pervert I knew and he looked the part. He wore those silly hipster glasses, ginger hair, a really bad perm, bad acne and bad social skills all around. He was always talking about girls, either ones that he wanted to fuck or girls that he had supposedly fucked. These girls that he bragged about were always from other schools, so I doubted the validity of his stories. Today was no different, we were to clean up the place and he would pass the time talking.



This time, it was about a girl that was on the opposing school tonight. He said that he took her to the locker area for the students and she gave him “glorious head” as he put it. I knew he was pulling my leg though, seeing as the student areas were locked during games. We watched as two cheerleaders walked by, leaving the gym for home. Dakota gave them a look and I knew what he was thinking before he even said it.



“Where are they going you think? Both teams lost, so shouldn’t they be heading to the boys locker room to treat their losers? he said with envy.



“Come on man, you know that’s just a stupid rumor. Besides, I wouldn’t want to do anything for our team at this point,” I replied annoyed with his stupidity.



Dakota picked up a bottle of coke and looked over at me. “But wouldn’t it be awesome if they did and that was the case for the team?!” Then maybe we have a chance huh?” He threw the bottle in our recycling bag.



The thought had had already occurred to me though. It would be nice to think that a whole squad of cute girls would be happy to pleasure me. Then of course, there was the fact not all the squad was really that attractive. out of the 10 cheerleaders that performed on the winter guard, seven of them were cute and the other three were ugly. Winter guard was kind of second choice for people and the football team got the cutest girls. Lexi was forced to do both seasons as she was captain. Now she would be incredible. Her curvy body, goddess of a smile, her mouth around my cock, her feet in my mouth…oh boy did I need to stop.



Dakota kept talking about what he would do them the girls if he was chosen by them. I sniggered, knowing that in real life, he couldn’t talk to them and would run away from any of them if they tried to strike up a conversation. Some of what he did say was surprising what I wanted too.



“You know what I really wish I could have? One of their worn shoes,” Dakota said greedily. “I’ve always wanted Lexi shoes most of all. They must smell so good!” This was the part where he was actually making sense. I returned to my job and got to the upper row. It was nice not having anyone around really, but it was a bit too quiet. I heard Lexi and some of the other girls heading to the entrance, but I couldn’t see them from here.



I finished cleaning pretty quick and Dakota was wrapping up to. He was looking down at another cheerleader walking by, leaving the gym. She waved at me and told me have a good night. I waved back and smiled, not remembering what her name was. After she left, Dakota became excited.



“That’s the last cheerleader, now we can go into the cheerleader’s locker room!” he whispered. I was shocked to hear him say this. He was a pervert, but not exactly this much of an idiot.



“And what? There’s nothing in there now and you might get caught,” I said.



“Nah-uh, I’ve been watching the janitor for the past two years, he doesn’t clean in there until after we have left, all the girls are gone, and there’s no one else that goes in there are the game,” he replied stupidly.



“Ok, but what could compel you to go in there?” This was Dakota being dumb as usually, but he was being rather forward about it



“Lexi’s shoes of course, what else,” he replied, giving me a “that’s obvious” look.



I shook my head, still amazed at this stupidity. “Lexi will have locked the shoes up with her uniform.



Dakota smiled. “That’s where you’re wrong…she came out a few minutes ago in uggs with Sally and Kalyn. I’ve noticed that she has being doing that a lot lately and she comes back a while later to get them. She always takes them home.”



Now I was starting to think that Dakota might not be wrong. The only thing I could see with this problem would be if Lexi came back while he was still in there. However, the locker room had to ways in or out. There was the entrance by the hallway to school entrance. Then there was a exit that lead to the stairs on the right of the gym. “So, you’re gonna try it huh?” I asked seriously.



“Yeah, I’m gonna try it. Maybe I’ll even take the shoes too,” he smiled and I knew he was serious. I gave him a disapproving look. Stealing was a whole nother thing, He dismissed my concerning look though. “I’ll put them back before the next game, don’t worry.”



He went down the stairs and went to the entrance. He froze right in front of the door. I looked down confused. Was he spotted or was he just too chicken. He looked back up at me. Yep, he was too scared. I walked down to him, laughing to myself at how dumb he looked. His own plan and he couldn’t carry it out.



“I…I can’t do it Dan. I might be wrong and the girls will tell the principal…and I’ll get expelled!” He sure did look pathetic right now. He didn’t have a bad bone in his entire body. Then, something must have sparked in his mind. “Hey Dan….you know how you hate packing up equipment?” he asked.



I didn’t hate the job, but I wasn’t too keen on it. I asked him why. “Well….if you can get the shoes for me in there and bring them back….I’ll do the equipment for you tonight and give you my salary tonight.” My ears shot up, he was asking me to do his dirty work for him, the coward. Of course, the money and not having to do anymore work sounded appealing. I also was curious about Lexi’s shoes. I hadn’t told Dakota that I also had a foot fetish, so this worked out evenly.



“Ok, but if I get caught, I’m saying this was your idea,” I said with a blink. His face turned green, but he nodded. He went to work on getting the balls put away. Looking to make sure that no one was around the hall, I made for the locker room door. I opened it up quietly and listened for a few seconds to make sure that there really was no one in the room. I walked in on my tiptoes and went for the cheerleader’s section. I had a tornado drill during PE once and everyone had to go to this locker room to be safe, so I knew the area well enough. I felt like a ninja, walking around stealthily, looking for my target.



I found them on the bench in the middle of the lockers. I knew they were Lexi’s because of the size, seeing as Lexi’s feet weren’t that big. Her coat was also right next to it. I drew in closer carefully, expecting someone to jump right out and surprise me. I looked at the shoes and was delighted to see that she had stuffed her socks them. “Jackpot,” I thought to myself. I don’t think either Dakota or I would have ever expected that. I took the socks out of their respective shoes and gave them a strong sniff. I almost wet myself from the strong, fragrant aroma. Yep, they smelled like sweat and feet that were attached to Lexi’s godly body. They were soaked from overuse, but no holes or rips in them at all. After a couple more sniffs, I remembered that I was in here for the shoes. I took her right shoe and before I could sniff, there was a sound near the door. My heart sank, it was two girls giggling and walking in. Thinking quickly, I knew I could only get out the other way. I put down the shoes and socks and headed for the other exit. Unfortunately, I heard the second door open. I was trapped. I looked around for a quick place to hide. In a dark corner, I saw locker, large enough to fit me in. It was this or nothing, I knew. I got in quickly. but quietly and closed the door, praying that they didn’t look this way.



The two giggling girls came in first. It was two cheerleaders that Dakota said he saw earlier: Sally and Kalyn. Sally was a shorter girl with shoulder length dark hair and very skinny. She was Asian, but not very apparent as it seemed only her slight eyebrows bore resemblance to that. She had wide eyes, much like her companion. While Sally’s were brown-green, however, Kalyn’s eyes were blue. She was a gymnast and had a body like one. She had a more developed figure and had a slight, but cute overbite and long, light brownish hair that could be mistaken as blond. Both girls were in their cheerleading uniforms still.



“I can’t believe that he actually yells like a little girl,”Sally said, replying to something Kalyn had said. “Wait until Lexi hears about this.”



Both girls had good laugh at this. I noticed then they there was someone else coming. “I won’t believe what now dear?” Lexi walked into the room, a serious look on her face. Both girls stopped laughing and gave Lexi their full attention. Lexi folded her arms and said expectantly, “I’m waiting you two…what did you find out?”



Sally motioned Kalyn to speak first, Kalyn did the same for Sally. Both seemed flustered about something. Finally Kalyn gave up. “We went outside the men’s room to the vent and listened for a while. Coach was yelling at them like they all did something wrong. Told them all to go home and think about how they played tonight,” Kalyn paused for a second, looked at Lexi like she was expecting something to happen. She continued, “They all left…right after the meeting.”



Lexi didn’t look too pleased at first, but she relaxed. “You girls both know how the tradition works right? If both teams lose, we have to pay our…respects.” All three girls giggled this time at her comment.



“Oh boy,” I thought. “I guess there was some truth to what they said after all.” The girls sat down on the bench. I got my first good look at Lexi. She was still in her uniform, but had put on her longer pants and had uggs on, like Dakota had said. She had untied her hair and it was hanging free. She looked sexy as can be.



“So what are we gonna do now,” asked Sally.



“Well, I won’t be the captain that breaks tradition, so maybe another guy?” Lexi answered. “Any ideas?”



“Definitely not a janitor, that’s for sure,” said Kalyn. All three girls made a disgusted sound, then giggled again.



“Definitely not Dakota,” Sally chimed in. “I saw him checking me out when we were leaving the gym.” Another disgusted unison of noises. I made to hold my breath, as I was about to laugh.



“Well, that’s a given Sally,” Lexi answered still giggling. “A janitor is better. At least it wouldn’t be bad, seeing as we are all eighteen.” Lexi put her hand to her chin and seemed to be thinking. “How about Danny?”



Both Sally and Kalyn giggled, harder than before. “Danny is kinda cute,” said Kalyn. “He’s been so nice to us working the concession stand. He would deserve it.” Kalyn looked over at Sally, with a big grin on her face. “Sally would like it, wouldn’t you Sal?”



From what I could tell, Sally was blushing bright red. “Shut up Kalyn…he’s just really nice.”



“Ohhh! Does Miss Sally have a little crush on Danny,” Lexi asked teasingly. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of Sally. I think you two would be cute together.”



“Whatever…leave me alone,” Sally replied, turning her body away. So Sally had a crush on me then and now these girls were debating on whenever to do what they had planned for a lucky basketball player.



“So are you ok with sharing him Sally,” asked Kalyn. “Cause I think that’s not a bad idea at all.” Sally didn’t really answer, just shrugged while still turned away.



“Kalyn, go see if you can find our lucky boy,” said Lexi. “Tell him we have a problem in here and it we need his…..expertise.” Kalyn got up, faced towards my direction and stopped dead in her tracks. She saw me, I knew it. “Kalyn dear, what is wrong,” Lexi asked concerned.



“There’s someone in that locker Lexi!” she yelled. Lexi and Sally jumped up and looked for themselves. Lexi went for the locker and opened it up. She gasped when she saw me. Trapped now, I did the only thing I could do: I told her hi.



The other girls looked just as shocked as Lexi. Sally was now another shade darker of red. Lexi recovered first and put on a devious smile. “So, you were listening to us the whole time huh Danny Boy?” I couldn’t reply. Nothing came to me to say. Lexi’s smile grew and she gave me a hand. I took it and she pulled me out the cramped locker. Kalyn was eyeing me over, now over her shock as well. Sally wouldn’t look at me in eye. “Come to think of it,” Lexi said, my shoes and socks have been moved…was that you I wonder?” I sighed and fessed up what had been going on. Neither Kalyn or Lexi looked too pleased about Dakota. “That fucking little pervert….we should get him fired,” Lexi exclaimed. Then she looked over at me. “But first….we need to have a little fun.” I gulped a little, knowing this might not turn out as well as they originally planned.



“So you like feet, you dirty little boy?” Lexi asked as she sat back on the bench.. “Well, I’m not one to disappoint my fans…take off my boots.” I couldn’t convince myself to move to the bench. Kalyn snuck up from behind me and pushed me to floor before her feet. Lexi looked down at me, “Go on Danny, I know you want to.” I really couldn’t resist for long, so I took off her right boot. I slipped them off to reveal her beautiful, sweaty foot, wiggling its toes from being freed from the confines of her boots without socks. Her toes were painted red, although the paint was chipping off. “Good, now lick em! Lick em until I til you to stop!” Lexi pressed her foot in my face to prompt me. I took my tongue out and started licking like their was no tomorrow. “So sweaty,” I thought and I loved it. It was like a delicious flavor that I never tried before.



She pursed her lips and closed her eyes half way. I kept licking the soles, meanwhile, she took the other boot off and put the foot next to the other. I licked that one as well, getting them as wet with my saliva as I could. I went for the toes, but immediately got kicked away. “Did I say you could go for my toes, did I? Like the ball of my foot. It’s sore and needs your mouth. Not so reluctantly, I took ther ball of foot and stuck in it my mouth. I worked my tongue on the bottom and rang my lips across the top. She gave a slight moan, obviously liking the attention I was giving it. I repeated the process on the second foot. I got much of the same results as before. She seemed satisfied and took her foot away. I looked up expectantly, as I wanted her toes in my mouth now.



“I have a much better idea….Kalyn?” Lexi looked over her fellow cheerleader. Kalyn came over and positioned me on the bench. I was laying down on my back with my face looking up to the ceiling. Lexi slipped off her pants, got on the bench behind and gave Kalyn a nod. “Kalyn wants to join in our little fun…is that ok with you?” she asked. Before I could answer, Kalyn went for my pants and started unbuttoning them. She unzipped my jeans down and my cock flew out with gusto. “Looks likes someone needed that huh,” Kalyn asked teasingly. She spat on my cock, rubbed it onto the whole thing with her hands, bent over and took it in her mouth. At the same time Lexi took her toes and put them in my mouth. “As I promised,” she said, “but how much can you take at once?”

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