âThat went even better than I thought⌠I mean. An ALL DOORS buy?! Weâthis is the big leagues! Officially.â My head was spinning and my heart was still pounding in my chest. Weâd been through hell putting together the sales pitch and now, we were going nationwide. He was laughing and holding his head. We were both giddy. He plopped down on the hotel bed. He tapped the one parallel motioning for me to sit. I sat and said, âwe wonât be having to share a hotel room after this amariiiight?â I pointed my finger-guns at him while making a clicking sound with my mouth. âDonât be so sureâ he said with a wink. I gulped. I wished he wasnât hot. My life wouldâve been so much easier if he wasnât hot! âYou made me look very good in there. You really landed that whole meeting, thank you.â He said. âOh god thatâs the easy part. Iâm just glad all those late nights were worth it!â I answered. âYou like making me look goodâŚdonât you?â He said. His eyelids dropped, his breathing slowed, he put his hand on my knee. âI justâI guess Iâm trying to sayâwell itâs not that hard to make you look good,â I stammered. He crossed his leg and untied his shoe. He let it drop. He did the same with his other shoe. He began stretching his toes in his socks. As the mellow scent began to hit me, I was starting to freak out. I couldnât catch my breath. This was all too much stimulation. I couldnât figure out if I wanted to scream, cry, or cum. âYou⌠were a very, very good boy today.â He said in a buttery tone. Instantly I was grounded again. He called me boy. He called me a good boy at that! I couldnât speak but I was sure I was beaming. âDo you know what good boys get?â He asked. âNoâehh, what should I call you?â I asked. âCall me Sir,â he said winking again. âNo, Sir. What do good boys get?â I asked. He slowly peeled his sweaty sock off, âgood boys, get stinky feet time.â He said. He looked down at the floor, and I understood. I sunk down between both beds. âYouâre gonna sniff, and kiss, and lick my big feet⌠Iâm gonna rub âem on you and let you snuggle up to my nice soft sweaty feet ok boy? Just for you.â He said. He slowly lifted his foot. âStart with lil kisses ok?â He said. I began kissing. The smell was perfect, salt sweat, musk, cotton, and leather. I let out a sound that was half moan and half whine. âGooooood boy. Yeah. Thatâs so sweet. Good boy, you can lick if you want to. You deserve it.â He said. I was writhing on the floor, âhow did you know?â I whispered in between licks. âWhen we checked in, I told you I was gonna shower and shave. I forgot my razor, I came out to grab it and there you were⌠sniffing my socks and touching yourself. You were in such a trance you didnât even notice Iâd caught you. Thatâs when I knew things were gonna change.â He answered. I was making out with his soles as he spoke. âIâm gonna beat off now my special boy. You can too, you just gotta ask permission to cum ok? And you gotta say real loud what made you cum. You gotta talk about my feet ok? You got that?â He said. âYes Sir, I got it. Itâs your big, perfect, warm, stinky feet that are gonna make me squirt. Sirâs feeeet.â I moaned. âGood boy.â He said.