footlicking fag

So you want to become my new personal footrest…

8 hours with my feet on your face, kissing my shoes, sniffing my socks, licking my feet, massaging them, feeling them crushing your face on the floor…

Imagine the anticipatory saliva filling your mouth at the thought of being able to wrap your lips around the toe of my Corcorans. Feeling the boot spread your mouth open the way your cunt gapes when it gets fucked.

Imagine the painful stretching of having my boot slowly forced past your teeth. Your lips completely taut. Your tongue trapped under the rubber. Imagine the sounds you’d make as the boot inches into your mouth. Your eyes bulging at the pressure of having your face so fully fucked by my footwear

The whole of your vision completely blocked by the neck of the boot. Your eyes searching for mine, but finding only more boot. More leather. More object.

Can you taste the leather filling your body? Can you feel the pressure on your tongue as it gropes tirelessly on the tread, desperately seeking to clean even the small space afforded it? Can you feel my hand on the back of your skull, pushing your mouth even wider around it? It’s improbably large. Impossible. Insurmountable. Gargantuan. Nothing has made your face ache like this.

Tears are welling in your eyes. You can’t tell if you’re crying from shame or happiness. This isn’t even boot service anymore. It’s one person totally excavating the face of another with a boot. It’s madness.

Your teeth ache from it. They feel loose. Moved. Your ears are ringing.

“Good boy. Good faggot”, you hear.