A Shoe Salesman’s Mistake
By Alice64.
Late one night, I was working by myself, and my department was empty, except for one very attractive blonde woman, about 5’8, probably taller with the heels she was wearing, who looked to be in her mid-30s. I’m only 5’6, so she towered over me in her heels. I was closing by myself. I liked helping the prettier women on and off with their shoes, gazing at their lovely painted toes in nylons, and would often try to get a whiff of their foot and shoe scent, as well as a possible peek up their skirts, if I could get so lucky. I suppose I had a fetish. I wanted my chance for that with this beauty when she asked to see a pair of 4” spiked, high-heeled black pumps. She had great legs and was wearing a navy blue, A-line skirt (yes, I know my skirts!) about 4 inches above her knees, a white top, sheer enough that I could see the outline of her white bra underneath, (with big tits inside her bra!) and nude-colored hose with navy blue leather, spiked, stiletto-style heels, similar to what she asked to try on. She asked me for a size 8.
I asked, “May I please measure your foot, Miss? This style runs a little large.” (It didn’t, but I just wanted to get her shoe off and get a look at her feet and toes.)
She agreed, sat down, and I took her right heel off. She had a small rose tattoo on the top of her right foot. I got a whiff of her foot and shoe when she took her shoe off. Leather and nylons with a hint of foot sweat gave me a sensation in my penis, and I started to get an erection. I thought to myself, “Beautiful feet!” Her toes were tight together under her nude, lightly reinforced toe hose with perfectly polished pink toenails. Mmmmm…
I asked her to please stand up to get a measurement with my Brannock Device, the standard foot measuring tool in my business. I held her petite ankle to set it against the back of the measuring unit, and as I helped to slide her foot back, I slid my hand under her toes to feel them without her suspecting anything and measured her foot, pressing down slightly on her big toe to get an accurate measurement (and my own personal enjoyment!) I told her, “I think the 8 will work. Let me go get that for you.”
I found the shoe in her size and brought it out to her. For the big, fat, old women, I just hand them the box. I’m not interested in their feet. But for this beauty, I knelt down, brought out the shoe, ran my hand along the sole of her nylon-covered foot, and slid her foot inside, helping her with my shoehorn. She wiggled a bit in her chair to get into the shoe, which allowed me to get the peek up her skirt that I wanted. It flared just enough at the bottom to give me a peek. Thigh-high hose with darker stocking tops around her thighs! Pink silky panties! She had tattoos on both calves. This woman was so sexy!
I suggested, “Why don’t you try them both on and have a look in the mirror?”
(I wanted to get her other shoe off to see her other foot and leave me with the shoes she wore for a few seconds while she walked to the floor mirror.) She agreed, and I helped her with the left matching shoe.
As she walked towards the mirror, I looked back to make sure she wasn’t looking and picked up her shoes and inhaled inside both of them. I’m usually very cautious with my customers, making sure they can’t see me, but I got careless, and I didn’t realize she could see me in the mirror while she was looking at her new shoes!
She walked back over to where I was still kneeling. She looked down at me and said, “Do you smell all the women’s shoes or just mine?”
I was embarrassed and shocked. I stuttered, “What? No. I, I, I, I’m so sorry, Miss. It was just an accident on my part.”
“That’s not what I asked you. Answer my question.”
“It’s just that, well, your feet looked so lovely, I couldn’t resist. Please forgive me.”
“An accident? Picking up my shoes and smelling them inside? I don’t see how that could possibly be an accident. Was it an accident when you tried fondling my feet? ”
“No, I mean, yes. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was just an impulse.”
“Was it an ‘impulse’ when you tried to look up my skirt too?”
“No, Miss, I didn’t. I mean, I didn’t mean to.”
“Now you’re lying to me? Do you want me to have them check your security cameras?”
“No, please, Miss.”
“Do you go home and masturbate?”
“What? No.”
“What color were my panties?”
I was getting scared.
“What color were they? You saw them.”
I just blurted out, “They were pink. Pink panties. I’m so sorry!”
She didn’t say anything further at that point, and I thought the matter was over. When she got the register, she said, “I’d like to speak with your manager, please.”
“Oh, no, please, Ma’am, please don’t report me. I’m so sorry.”
“You disrespected me, and I’m sure you’ve done the same to other women.”
“Again, please just let me apologize? I’ll do anything.”
“Yes, you will. Get out your credit card and pay for my shoes. And I’ll take the same ones in red, too.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I’d love to buy them for you. Two pair. Please, just don’t report me. I would lose my job!” These shoes were over $80 a pair. Quite a lot for a guy on my salary. And I wouldn’t even get my commission on these! But if it would make this all go away, it would be worth it. I got the red pair for her.
When I got back to the register, she asked me, “What time do you get off work?”
“The store closes at 9, in about 15 minutes.”
I paid for her shoes and bagged them, handing them to her. She handed me her business card and wrote down her home address on the back. “I’ll expect you by 9:30. If not, I’ll be filing a full complaint in the morning with your store manager and your corporate office for indecency and sexual harassment. And I’m sure your store cameras will support me!”
*****
This woman could ruin my career and my life! I was nervous but decided I should go to try to see what I could do to ease this situation and offer my apologies to her again. I drove to her house, only about 10 minutes from the store. I rang the bell at 9:35. She opened the door, wearing the same clothes and her shoes.
I said, “I’m sorry for being a few minutes late, and again, I just want to apologize for my behavior in the store.”
She just said, “Come in.”
As soon as I was in her foyer, she said, “Take your clothes off.”
“Wha…What?”
“You heard me. Take your clothes off!”
I was shocked and had no clue why she was making me do this, but I undressed down to my underpants. I had an erection.
“Those too,” she said, pointing to my underpants.
“Miss, you don’t have to do this. Please.”
“Off!”
I took them off, and she looked me up and down. “God, a little dick too. Why am I not surprised. How big is it hard?”
“Four inches, Miss.”
“Pathetic. Did you think I was just going to let you disrespect and demean me like that in the store and get away with it? You need to be taught a lesson, dinky dick. Follow me.”
I tried to cover myself as I followed her into her living room.
“This is my husband, Mike.”
(“Oh, no,” I thought to myself.) “Sir, I’m so sorry.” I was as embarrassed as I could be!
She took a seat next to her quite-handsome-looking, tatted-arms husband on the couch. They made no comment about me being naked in front of them both. I felt humiliated ashamed, and tried to cover myself with my hands.
The woman, whose name was Amanda, whom I got from her business card, said, “Kneel down at my feet.”
I tried to get out of this with my dignity and repeated my apologies. “Really, Miss Amanda, I’m sorry, I’ve learned my lesson,” as I kneeled in front of her feet. Her husband just watched, saying nothing.
“Lick my shoes.”
I was in no position to argue with her. I bent over and licked the toes, then around the sides of each shoe. She lifted her foot and pointed her heel at my mouth. I knew she wanted me to lick her heel. I instinctively sucked her 4″ spiked heel into my mouth.
“Now, take my shoes off and smell them. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t think of anything else to say to defend myself and just kept repeating, “I’m sorry, Miss.” I held her shoes and took them off her (lovely) feet. The smell permeated my senses. It was a thrill for me to smell her shoes for a shoe-fetish guy like me. Especially knowing her lovely feet had been inside them. My hard penis bobbed in front of me. I began tentatively smelling her shoes.
She took out her phone and quickly snapped a couple of pictures of me naked and smelling her shoes. My hard little boner was in plain sight. She said, “I’m sure your boss would be interested in seeing these.”
“Oh, no! Please. I beg you!”
She laughed and said, “Get your nose and face in them. This is for all the women you’ve disrespected and wanted to exploit playing your little perverse game.” I did as she said.
She gave me a pathetic look. “That’s disgusting, obsessing over my foot smell! I bet you’d like to smell my ass too!”
All I could say was, “I’m so sorry.”
“Maybe you’ll think twice before looking up women’s skirts and smelling their shoes and feet!”
“I will. I won’t do it again. I’m so sorry.”
“Now my feet. Smell them. That’s really what you want, isn’t it? Get down on the floor and smell my feet.”
I was making a submissive fool of myself, but it was hard to deny to myself that I was enjoying this, too. I have a huge foot fetish, and hers were beautiful feet to worship! I laid out naked on the floor and began smelling her feet. Inhaling the scent of leather, her nylons, her foot sweat. Some would say it’s a foul, pungent odor, but to me, it’s an aphrodisiac, especially from a pretty woman. She put her soles up so I could smell the bottom of her feet. She was pushing all my triggers, and she knew it, but I tried not to let it show how excited I was. My erect penis wasn’t helping.
“Kiss them,” she ordered.
I began kissing her nylon-covered feet and toes. By now, it was hard for me to hide my enthusiasm for Amanda’s feet, and she knew it. Mike watched as I groveled at his pretty wife’s feet.
“Lick them! My soles, too. Suck my toes.”
She lifted one foot at a time, and I ran my tongue over the soles of her feet and tried to suck her toes through the nylons as if I was trying to suck her toes right out of her nylons! I think I heard her moan.
“Now, up my legs.”
Amanda had tattoos of winding, swirly designs on both of her legs on the outside of her calves, from her ankles to her knees. I placed my hand behind her smooth, nyloned-covered calf and began licking her leg from her ankle, working my way up her fabulous, nylon-covered legs. I got just above her left knee, getting a whiff of her perfume behind her knee, and wanted to get to her thigh and stocking top, but her hand slapped down against her skirt, cutting me off from going higher.
“The other leg!”
I repeated my same tongue action on her other beautiful leg, and again, she stopped me from entering under her skirt.
She told me, “Take my nylons off.”
As I began reaching up under her skirt, Mike was kissing her and unbuttoning her top. He got her top off and reached around her to unhook her bra. As I got her nylons off, she took them from me and dangled them, holding them up high, toe first, in front of my face.
“Open up. Come on. Suck my nylons!”
I turned my head under as she toyed with her nylon over my mouth. I felt like a dog begging for a treat. But deep down, I wanted this “treat.” I wanted to suck on her nylons and taste them. The woman who had been wearing these nylons all day on those pretty feet. I wanted them in my mouth. I opened my mouth, and she pulled it up, just out of my reach. She teased me, dangling it just above my mouth. “Hold your little penis and beg me. Up. Come on. You want it.”
I pushed up on my knees, straightening my back, holding my penis as I looked up at her stocking hanging near my mouth. They both mocked me and laughed. I was holding my penis and making a complete fool of myself in front of Amanda and her husband. But I begged as I stroked myself in front of her. “Oh, please, Miss Amanda. I want to suck on your nylons. Please.”
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
I complied.
Amanda said, “I knew you’d be a degenerate masturbator,” as she dropped the foot of her nylon stocking into my mouth, and I sucked the toe of her nylon as it hung out of my mouth.
Mike took her bra off, exposing a pair of beautiful, big, firm tits with pierced big nipples! She had a small ring through each of them. This woman was so sexy and exciting. She had another tattoo of a butterfly above her right breast. She ordered me back to her bare feet while Mike began massaging and fondling her tits. She crossed one leg over the other so her foot was now higher and within their view, and I could see them making out as well.
She dangled her foot in front of me, wiggled her toes, and said, “Lick them.”
She would look down at me, licking her toes, and then start kissing Mike passionately.
I started licking her pretty feet, her pink painted toenails, and taking each toe into my mouth. I licked her soles again, from her heels to her toes. My penis was leaking and incredibly hard, almost even painful. She gave me her other foot the same way, wiggling her toes to tease me, and I lapped at it like a puppy dog. Amanda cooed and then laughed derisively.
“Now I just let you smell my shoes and feet, lick them, and suck on my nylons. Is there anything you’d like to say to my husband?”
“Mike, I’m so ashamed that I did this to your wife in the store. It was a stupid mistake I made. Thank you for allowing me to degrade myself in front of you both and lick her feet. She does have lovely feet and toes.”
She said, “You liked looking up my skirt in the store. Did you think I wasn’t wearing panties? You wanted to see my pussy? Tell Mike what color my panties were that you saw.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I really didn’t see anything.”
“Lying to me again in front of my husband?”
I was naked on my knees, with an erection, not sure how or when I would even get my clothes back. I had just smothered her feet with my mouth and tongue. I was humiliated (but extremely excited) and needed to stop lying and come clean. “Pink. They were pink, Sir. I saw your wife’s pink panties. She’s so pretty. I didn’t know she was married. I’m so sorry I looked.”
Amanda said, “So, you disrespected me. Tell Mike you’re sorry you tried to look at my pussy!”
“Yes, yes, Mike, I’m so sorry I tried to see your wife’s pussy.”
She said, “That’s the look you wanted to see in the store, didn’t you? You thought maybe I wasn’t wearing panties and wanted to see my naked pussy?”
“Yes, I guess so. I just took a quick peek.”
“So, I should forgive you just because it was a ‘quick peek’?”
“No, no. I meant I shouldn’t have done it.”
She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. She had taken her panties off before I arrived! She had such a sweet, shaved pussy under her skirt with a pierced clit hood and a small ring through it. Wow! She looked hot…and wet!
“Is this what you wanted to see?”
I was so shocked she showed me her pussy. She held her skirt up so Mike could begin fingering her hot pussy as I watched in amazement. She started to unbuckle Mike’s pants. She unzipped him and told him to stand up.
She looked at me and said, “Take his pants off.”
Omg, I had never done anything like this before, but I feared where this was going. I kept pleading, “Please, Miss, no, I’m sorry!”
“Get his pants off!”
I was already in trouble here, and Amanda was in control of the situation. She could ruin me. I reached up and took Mike’s pants and boxers off. He had a good 6″ or more standing up erect between his legs. He sat back down, and Amanda told me, “Kneel between my husband’s legs.”
He spread his legs wide, giving me room to get between them. Amanda crossed her legs at her knees, her foot still next to me, taunting me.
Amanda held Mike’s cock and told me, “Suck my husband’s cock. Put him in your mouth and suck him! Like you do with my toes.”
She held his cock, waving it at me, pointing it at me. I was looking at his cockhead and the opening in his urethra at his tip, where a drop of pre-cum appeared.
Amanda said, “Suck him, you little sissy pervert! I can still make that call in the morning.”
I had no way of preventing Amanda from making that call. I could only hope to trust her, and this would satisfy her as my apology for my indiscretions. I had never had a man’s cock in my mouth or ever even touched one other than my own. I was in a bad position with no real choice. I took her husband’s cock in my mouth. She held him at his base, jacking him lightly and feeding me his cock.
“That’s it,” she said while laughing at me.
My gag reflex took over immediately, and they both laughed at me. I pulled back a little, taking him more slowly and sucking on his cockhead.
“Now deeper, foot sniffer!”
I went down slower to prevent my gagging and was able to get about halfway down on his cock.
“In and out, you perverted little cocksucker!”
My head was bobbing up and down in Mike’s lap, taking him a little deeper as I could, his cock hitting the back of my throat a few times. Amanda was kissing him while I sucked his cock. Her foot was still dangling next to me, and I held her foot in my hand and lightly tickled her toes. Mike and Amanda were getting hot together, kissing, making out, fondling her tits, while I was sucking Mike’s cock and lightly touching her foot. I was hot, too.
“Jack-off while you’re sucking him. Show me how much you like this. Sucking off my husband.”
I was rock hard. My cock’s not nearly as big as Mike’s. As I kept working her husband’s cock in my mouth, I gripped my smaller penis and started masturbating. I couldn’t help but start moaning.
I looked up to see Mike and Amanda kissing. Mike told Amanda, “Babe, I’m about to cum in this fag’s mouth.”
Amanda told me, “Don’t you dare take his cock out of your mouth! Swallow it!”
I stopped jacking off so I wouldn’t cum myself and braced for Mike’s sperm. He spurted a good 5 times, and I was taking it right into my throat. I waited until he started to go limp in my mouth before I took my mouth off him.
“Lick his balls, sissy!”
I licked his big hairy balls, sucking on them gently. I didn’t know when she wanted me to stop.
Finally, Amanda said, “Ok, jack off on my bare feet, you little, foot-smelling perv!”
My cock was still rock hard. I had no trouble resuming. I remained kneeling and moved back in front of Amanda. She had such pretty feet and pink-painted toes; I had no problem masturbating while I stared at them. This was my fantasy coming true, jacking off on a beautiful woman’s pretty feet. I moaned out my guttural sounds and came all over her feet.
“You know what’s next. Then you can get dressed and leave.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, bowing down to lick my salty cream from between her toes. “And thank you for not reporting me.”
“Don’t worry, Billy Wilkins. I saw your name tag, and I know where you work. I’ll find you when I need you and when Mike needs his cock sucked again by a sissy like you!”
As I was getting dressed quickly, Amanda reached between her couch cushions and brought out her pink panties. She twirled them on her finger and said, “Are these what you saw under my skirt? Are you a panty sniffer, too?” She tossed me her panties and said, “Thanks for my new shoes, slut! Here’s something you can smell at home. My pussy smells even better than my feet!” She laughed again.
Blushing, I tucked them in my pocket. As I left, Mike was still fingering Amanda, with her legs spread wide.
I must admit, it’s one of the most humiliating yet exciting and erotic things that has ever happened to me working in the shoe department! I hope Amanda will come back during our next sale! I’d love to buy her another pair of shoes.
The End.
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