Forced Foot Job (F/M)

From the quill of the Westchester Tickler

By: The Westchester Tickler

Themes: Footjob and Tickling in an Office Scenario


Working late one night, Tom and Jane were about finished with their end of the year paperwork. Jane had been walking back and forth between her desk and the file cabinets and had noticed Tom’s not-so-subtle glances at…her shoes? She knew about guys with shoe and foot fetishes, but hadn’t really pegged Tom as one. Time to have a little fun after a long day.

She sits on the edge of her desk and, pretending to read a folder, crosses her legs and lets her shoe slowly slide off her foot. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tom look, turn away, then slowly look over once more. She lets him enjoy the view for a minute, then abruptly looks up and says, “You like my feet, don’t you, Tom?”

“Huh?…oh, sorry, Jane, just daydreaming. Long day, you know?” he laughs nervously.

“Yeah, daydreaming about my getting your hands all over my arches, weren’t you?”

“No, no, no, I’m not into that at all!” Tom continues denying.

She is still dangling her shoe and his eyes keep getting drawn to the sight of her perfect peds lovingly encased in full-fashioned nylons. “Come here,” she commands.

Just as she suspected he would, he dutifully got up and walked over. Total submissive, she thinks.

This is going to be more fun than I thought!

He stands in front of her and she looks him in the eye. “Take off your shirt.”

He hesitates. “I don’t know about this…”

“Now!”

He unbuttons it quickly and removes it. She smiles, pleased at her new plaything.

“Now the pants and shoes.” He doesn’t hesitate this time, quickly obeying her command.

“Lay down right there,” she tells him, as she gets back on her feet and goes to her pocketbook. She pulls out two sets of nylon restraints and commands him to hold his arms over his head. He does silently, and she secures his wrists together, then ties the end of the tether to the foot of her desk. She then secures his ankles together and, when finished, pulls up a chair to his midsection.

As she sits and crosses her legs again, she asks, “So how long have you had this foot fetish, Tom?”
“I don’t, Jane, you’re wrong. I wasn’t staring at them…” His voice trails off as she begins flexing her foot and her heels begin a gradual slide off her foot again, until the shoe pops free and dangles just over the top of his now fully erect penis.

“Yeah, Tom, I think you do,” she says quietly. “If you’ll admit it, I can make you feel really good. I like foot guys. My boyfriends are either foot lovers or I convert them -easily. You can see why: look at that foot. It’s perfect!”

Tom stares silently, then responds, “No, I think it’s OK but I’m not a footguy. I’m just horny all the time – that’s why I’m hard. It’s not the feet, really!”

She has begun swinging the heel around and around his erect penis, closing the circle tighter and tighter until the shoe begins to rub around the base of it. His cock twitches at the contact and becomes more engorged. A slight moan escapes his lips. She smiles wickedly and starts swinging her shoe back and forth, striking his cock with the spiked heel repeated. It twitches with each successive strike and Tom’s head is spinning.

Jane stops and runs the tip of her shoe from the base of his penis to the tip and then comes over the top of it. The head of his penis is now inside the front of her shoe, and she squeezes her toes around it. Tom grinds his hips upward as a wave of shivers washes over him. Jane looks down and smiles at his helplessness. She wiggles her feet back and forth, her toes sweeping against the head of his penis as he starts to moan loudly now. She slides her foot downward, leaving the shoe hanging off his penis like a bizarre fetish hat. She runs her toes over his balls and asks “Are you really sure you don’t have a foot fetish, Tom? I think you’re in denial.”

“I…oh-hh-h…no, I’m just…oh, man…” he babbles as she continue her massage of his sac. She then flips the shoe off and pushes it down to this stomach, positioning it under her arch. She now starts rubbing her foot back and forth across his stomach, his cock twirling beneath it from heel to toes. His moans are more insistent and she is enjoying her power over him. She positions his cock under her foot so that her toes are right over the head of his penis. She shakes her foot back and forth while flexing her toes, making Tom even crazier.

“You know, Tom, I want to practice more of my footjob technique and, since you’re not into feet, I figure it’ll be safe. I don’t want you cumming on my expensive stockings. You won’t, will you?” She stops moving her foot.

Tom comes to his senses somewhat and lies, “No…no, I won’t come on your stockings…I promise,” he gasps as he struggles to compose himself. “It feels good and everything, but you can’t make me come with your feet. I’m not into that…really.”

“Great!” she says with a bright smile, “because I want to practice a big footjob finish for my boyfriend. I want to make him explode and I need to perfect this.” She positions her feet on both sides of his penis, squeezing it tightly between her high arches. She begins to stroke slowly and evenly up and down, and Tom’s eyes roll to the back of his head as her ministrations drive him to the edge.

“I’m glad you have that kind of self-control, Tom. These stockings cost me $20 and I don’t want them ruined with your cum. I mean, if you did come on them, I’d have to punish you,” she says.

Tom can barely hear her and simply replies, “Huhhhh?”

“If you come on these stockings, I’ll have to punish you. Do you know what I’ll do?”

Tom just shakes his head as he continues writhing in pleasure.

“I’ll tickle you senseless,” she says, deliberately emphasizing each word as she increases the speed and pressure on his throbbing penis.

Tom is startled, but is too far gone now to protest. He looks at her with pleading eyes, but can’t so much as utter a protest. The sensations are overwhelming and he is near the breaking point.

“You like the feel of my feet and stockings on your cock, don’t you? It’s making you crazy and you won’t admit it’s what you like. You love the shape of my feet, don’t you? And the way these perfect peds can manipulate your cock into a frenzy? Hmmm? Now, remember not to cum on my stockings, Tom or your pits, ribs and feet are going to have to be tickle-tortured! Don’t think about my feet all over your cock, stroking you closer and closer to that glorious release. It would feel so-oo-oo-o good, wouldn’t it , Tom? But you mustn’t – you promised!” She is now stroking him hard and fast between her gorgeous feet, making him buck and moan helplessly beneath her.

“Don’t think about my feet and stockings, Tom!” she teases, sensing he was about to burst. “Don’t come. Whatever you do, Tom, don’t come. Don’t cum all over my feet and expensive stockings. WHATEVER YOU DO…DON’T COME ALL OVER MY FEET!”

Tom’s body rocks with spasms as his cock explodes as never before, squirting gobs of semen over her toes, feet and ankles, She continues stroking him hard, pulling every last drop from deep within his soul, making him her total foot-slave. She smiles in satisfaction as Tom continues quivering and moaning beneath her feet.

She gets up slowly, standing over him as his eyes begin to refocus. He sees her above him and watches her kneel down over his midsection. She leans forward until their noses nearly touch. He doesn’t realize that her hands are positioned right next to his armpits.

“To-o-om,” she singsongs, “You didn’t keep your promise. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“No…please please please…don’t tickle me, Jane! …I’ll admit it…I have a foot fetish…I can’t help it…your feet are so gorgeous…I couldn’t help myself…don’t punish me…I just really really wanted to have you make me cum that wa--HAHAHAHAHA…”

She moves her fingers deep into the center of his armpits and starts wiggling them wildly. He tries desperately to bring his arms down to protect them, but it’s useless against the restraints on his wrists.

“Oh, and look who’s a ticklish boy!” Jane squeals in utter delight as Tom struggles underneath her. “Poor little ticklish boy with a foot fetish! Aww-ww! Does that tickle? Hmm? Is it too tickly?” she teases as he roars with laughter. She brings her hands down to his upper ribcage, then down to the sides of his stomach, each area producing its own delightful raucous reaction from Tom. Jane watches his expressions intently, returning to the areas that drive him the craziest. Jane expertly manipulates his upper torso, making him her personal tickle puppet. She pokes, prods and wiggles her fingers expertly, and Tom is totally defenseless to her total tickle attack. She is relentless and tireless, and Tom teeters on the edge of consciousness when she finally lets him catch his breath.

Not for long though! She whirls around and sits on his knees. His bonds keep his ankles together, and he cannot move them away from her torturing digits. She attacks his soles with glee and, if it can be believed, the bottoms of his feet are even more ticklish than his upper body. Tom somehow manages to occasionally utter a plea for mercy, but is essentially babbling incoherently.

Her manicured nails rake up and down his soles as howls of laughter explode from his lips.

“AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE…..HAHAHAHAHA…
NO MOOOOOOOOOOORE…..OH GOD HELP….HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHALP!!” Jane smiles to herself as she drinks in his laughter, enjoying his writhing, his agony, his helplessness. Drunk with power, she explores his feet more intently, finding a weak spot that Tom hoped she wouldn’t.

“Tom,” she asks sweetly as she gives him a breather. “Are the balls of your feet ticklish, too?”
The question hangs in the air for a moment as Tom realizes that she knows what that would do to him. He struggles to find the right thing to say and, at that moment, his eyes see her stockinged soles. She is still straddling his knees, her soles facing him…those perfect arches…the full-fashioned nylons that accentuated their beauty…

“Are you looking at my feet again?” she grins. He barely nods a reply.

“I’ll tell you what, Tom. If you can take 5 minutes of tickle torture, I’ll jerk you off again with these feet, in these stockings, for the rest of the night. What do you say?”

Tom was in a quandary. He wants to feel those feet on his cock again so badly, but Jane is too good a tickler. He couldn’t last the five minutes. No way! He just…

“OK, OK, whatever you want! Five minutes…I can take it!”

“OK,” Jane agrees. “The magic word to make me stop tickling is ‘Footjob’. If you say it, you don’t get one!”

Before Tom can brace himself, Jane pulls back the toes and runs her nails across the ball of his left foot, slowly. He gurgles with laughter, trying to hold it in. Jane thoroughly enjoys his efforts, and increases the speed and pressure of the tickling. Tom begins to buck and more laughter spills from his lips.

“Oh, poor Tom…Tommy’s not going to get off again with my feet, is he? He’s just too, too ticklish, isn’t he? Oh, poor ticklish Tommy…” she taunts and teases him as she tickles faster and harder, while stretching one leg slowly out until her toes dig into his underarm.

The idea that her perfect ped, encased in stockings, was tickling his armpit was too much for him to take.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO…DON’T…..OH HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO…NOT THAT!!”

“You know what to say, Tom!” she screams over his laughter. “There’s a lot of time left, and I’m only tickling one foot. Now say it, Tom…come on…tickle tickle tiiiiiiiiickle!”

With one violent flurry of nails across the bottom of his toes, Tom breaks.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AH…AH…AH…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
OH…OH…OH…FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFOOTHOHOHOHO…FFFFFFFOOTJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOB! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE NO MORE! FOOTJO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Jane slows down a little and asks, “Did you say ‘Footjob’, Tom?”

“Yes…yes…please stop….oh, God, stop…”

Jane laughs. “Under two minutes, Tom. You’re a pretty ticklish guy! I thought you’d go a little longer, at least. Well, I guess no footjob for you. I’ll tell you what, though; I’ll let you try again next week.

What do you say?”

With that, she moves hr foot up within inches of his face, letting him gaze upon her pretty peds and those silky, sexy stockings. He had no choice in his decision.

“Oh, God, yes!”

That was a great story. I loved it. I loved the stockinged feet and the tickling. Please write a sequal.

Excellent story. A mixture of stockinged feet, footjobs and tickling.

Yum!

sequel

Sequel plz!

The Inspiration

I loved this story when I first read it. And I immediately thought of two scenarios for sequels for Tom and Jane. It's taken me five months to get around to writing them out, but I'm finally happy with them. So the next two posts below will be Late Night 2 and 3.

Thanks to the author of the original, The Westchester Tickler, for coming up with the great story to begin with.

Late Night 2

Late Night 2
Written by Thanatos
Based on characters created by The Westchester Tickler

Another late night in the office for Jane and Tom. It’s funny how much paperwork has piled up for the two of them lately, requiring yet another after-hours session in the office!

Jane decides it’s time to start driving ol’ Tom out of his mind. She had been wearing a short skirt and pink stockings. That combination had turned Tom’s head – and every other head in the office, for that matter. Jane had even caught Teresa sending long looks in her direction. “May need to save that for future use,” she thought. As for what Jane had on under that skirt – or didn’t have on, to be more precise - only Tom would find out!

Time to start the teasing. One dangling stiletto should get Tom worked up pretty well… “Hey, he’s not paying attention. He’s on the phone? At this hour?” Listens for a minute. “With his college buddy?!?! Uh-uh!”

Tom was very, very surprised when two sets of fingers came out of nowhere to attack his ribcage. He had to explain the sudden laughter to Kevin. “Sorry, Kev, I just, hbwahahahahhaha uhh haha I was just thinking of that nighahahhaht at the Rathskellar when Chris made a fool out owowowow out of himself! Hey, I gotta run – bye!” SLAM!

Tom tried to twirl away from the attack, but somehow Jane kept him pinned against the back of the chair while still digging her fingers into his ribs. Although it was a short attack, it wore both of them out fairly quickly.

“Do you think you should be on the phone with <poke> your <poke> BUDDIES when I <poke, poke> demand your attention?!? Get your clothes off NOW!!”

Tom sat on the floor, legs spread apart, with his arms above his head. One end of the nylon restraint bound his wrists together, with the other end attached to the handle of the top drawer of the filing cabinet. Two more restraints led from an ankle to a desk leg. Tom’s cock was already fully erect.

Jane kneeled down between Tom’s legs. She spent a few minutes teasing Tom, first letting her hair gently fall into his crotch, then softly breathing onto the head of the shaft. It already seemed like he would explode at even the lightest touch. He had to hold on, because it was sure to only get worse.

“I don’t think your ribs got enough attention earlier.”

Jane’s hands jumped towards Tom’s sides. Her fingers began exploring between each rib with short, intense bursts. Long enough for Tom to have an initial shock, but just as he began to regain his breath, it was on to the next rib. After just ten minutes, Tom felt like he was going to pass out. Jane sensed this and moved up his chest, slowly passing her thumbs over his nipples for a few minutes. Tom recovered a lot of air as he softly moaned and sighed.

“Not just yet, Tom. I think I want you to dance a little more.” Her hands went higher, and her nails gently stroked up and down his armpits. Tom tried to escape the light touches by trying to bring his arms in as close to his head as he could. When he ran out of room, Jane’s fingers would start going fast and furious, making him bounce around. It felt like this back-and-forth between Jane and Tom went on forever.

“NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORRREEEHHAAHAAHAHA!!!”

“Oh stop talking Tom! You had plenty of time to yap on the phone before. Now’s the time to be quiet!” Jane sat down on the floor and scooted back away from Tom. She extended her left leg, and put her toes in front of his face.

“Take my foot in your mouth, baby. But no sucking or licking, and definitely NO BITING! No drooling on my stockings, either. Just keep my toes in your mouth, don’t move, and don’t make a sound.”

Tom opened his mouth wide for five beautiful toes encased in sheer stockings. He put his lips gently around her foot, quickly swallowed, and closed his eyes. He was able to keep his eyes closed as four fingernails slowly made their way down the sole of each foot, but they quickly shot back open as they started moving faster.

Jane was certainly making him work tonight! It was taking all of his extra energy to keep himself from laughing, as he was afraid his teeth would come back down and bite her toes clean off! He pretty much had to rely on breathing through his nose. If Jane was really feeling cruel, she probably would have put a clamp on that!

She was feeling a little more playful now, and starting humming along as she tortured Tom’s feet. A quick rake across the sole, then tapping her nails along the toes, scratching along the top side of the feet, then maybe a full out assault on the soles. Keep moving around, keep making him work on staying in control, make sure he knows where his attention should be!

Tom was put into a higher state of pleasure when he felt the toes of her right foot rubbing against his balls. She was putting on quite the balancing act, keeping one leg in the air and both hands tickling away at his feet! It was torture, but he was loving every minute of it, and was glad Jane understood him as much as she did.

“Very good, Tom. You did just as you were told. If I take my foot out of your mouth, will you tell me how sorry you are?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“What was that?” Jane went back to heavy tickling on his soles.

“MMM-HMM-MMM-MMM-MMM-HMM!!!”

“OK, so tell.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” One fingernail strongly went down the sole of Tom’s right foot.

“FOR not paying attention to you!”

“Who should you always being paying attention to?

“You.”

“Who has the most beautiful feel in the world?”

“Without a doubt, you do.”

“Mmmm. I think you’ve learned an important lesson today. How shall we wrap this up today? Well, here we are, sitting on the floor, me in my stockings, and you with a fully erect penis! Maybe there’s something we can do about that.”

Both of Jane’s feet grab Tom’s cock and started rubbing up and down. Tom’s eyes just rolled back as his head banged against the cabinet. It felt great as her toes worked all the way around the shaft, while the soles briskly rubbed up and down the head. It didn’t take long at all for him to cum.

“Awww, it’s a shame you shot so quickly. I was going to tickle you as you came to orgasm. Oh well, I guess we know what the next lesson should be!”

Late Night 3

Late Night 3
Written by Thanatos
Based on characters created by The Westchester Tickler


Tom could barely focus on his work all afternoon. One sentence from Jane had made sure of that. “Make sure you work very HARD today, Tom, because at 6:30, I have a special treat for you.” Now there’s some water cooler talk for you!

6:15. 6:20. 6:23! Can’t that damn clock move any faster! And where was Jane, anyway? She hasn’t been at her desk for over an hour. The anticipation was killing him.

Finally at 6:32, Jane put an end to his madness. She sat on the edge of his desk, one foot on the floor, the other playfully dangling a stiletto sandal.

“I like bringing you pleasure, Tom. It makes me feel good. Kind of special, actually. I want to give you a new experience tonight.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not going to tell you. You’ll just have to lie down and enjoy it.”

That description sent Tom’s imagination into a frenzy. Lie down and enjoy? Maybe those beautiful lips would work their away around his shaft, gently caressing the head. Or, quite possibly, would this be the night Tom finally gets to see what was underneath her skirt? Was she serious?

“Are you going to take your clothes off, Tom, or are you going to sit there like a lump all night?”

That got him moving. All of Tom’s clothes were on the desk in a matter of seconds.

“Lie down on the floor. Keep your arms and your legs together.”

Tom stretched out flat on the floor. He remained still as his limbs were bound tightly together.

“Lift your head up.”

A look of puzzlement entered Tom’s eyes, but that look was quickly obscured with a cloth blindfold!

“Hey, what’s this for!”

Silence.

“Come on, Jane, we don’t need to use a blindfold. Really, that’s too much.”

Nothing. It felt like minute after minute was ticking by, with Tom lying naked, bound and fully erect on the floor of his office! What was she going to do?

All of a sudden, two hands grabbed his knees and started squeezing! He certainly wasn’t expecting that! Tom started bouncing around the floor, trying to avoid the attack.

“Remain still, Tom. Nobody needs to get hurt by you overreacting.”

Tom took a deep breath, and tried to put his legs back down on the floor, but those fingers moved under the knee. Switching back and forth between light nail scratches and deep pokes was having a very ticklish effect on him. Tom was laughing quite loudly, the blindfold making him forget just where he was.

“This should quiet you down.”

The fingers dove right into his belly. Dancing around, exploring the belly button, working their way down to the sides, then right back to the middle. Tom was gasping for air between each laugh. Her fingers felt a little rougher than he remembered. And were her nails more rounded off? Maybe that’s how they always were, but Tom was more aware of the feel with the blindfold in place.

“Hey Jane, hahhahaha, why are YOU HAHHAHAHAHA being so quiet?”

“I just like to listen to you laugh, dear.”

Jane’s voice sounded far away, especially is she was sitting right next to him tickling his chest. Before he could think about it, the attack switched up to his neck. The sudden surprise, and the fact that his neck was extremely sensitive, made Tom’s head bounce up off the floor, and right between a pair of large breasts!

Too large to be Jane’s, though. They felt a little hard – maybe implants? And he had felt buttons against his cheeks – Jane was wearing a pull-over shirt. That’s when Tom realized that he was definitely not being tickled by Jane!

“Jane?!?! What’s going on?”

When the blindfold came off, Tom was very surprised to be staring at Karina, the college intern! Everyone had noticed Karina when she started this summer. Well, noticed her rack at least. Karina had quite the compact, tight little body and showed as much of it as office decorum would allow. The blond, who had just finished her junior year, was probably of Eastern European descent.

“Well, Tom, I saw the way you were eyeing up Karina since the moment she walked in the door. She noticed too. I told her about our special little secret, and just how ticklish you are, and she couldn’t wait to find out for herself. “

Jane put her foot down on top of Tom’s erect penis, with the heel lightly digging into his balls. “Karina, see how much little Tommy enjoys this? I think looking at you has made him even harder than usual! You should feel special.”

“Not special enough to let him come right away,” said Karina. “Let’s get back to work.”

Jane kneeled down at Tom’s feet, while Karina was sitting beside him. One look at each other led to twenty fingers torturing poor Tom. Jane was vigorously working over his soles, moving her nails quickly and repeatedly up and down. Karina returned to his sides, digging furiously between each rib.

This was more intense than anything Tom had endured before. Jane was a very good tickler in her own right. But having this sexy young girl assisting her was testing his limits. Very quickly, all Tom could do was laugh louder and harder than he ever had in his life.

“Oh, Karina, would you do us all a favor and shut him up?”

Karina crawled around Tom and positioned herself above Tom’s head. She stretched her legs out behind her and laid belly-down on the ground, squashing her breasts firmly into his face. Tom was never so happy to be gasping for air in his life. Sweet, fragrant, perfumed air that he would remember forever.

Jane pointed to two areas on Tom and made a back-and forth motion. Karina nodded, and positioned her fingers at the ready. Jane moved forward a little and straddled his legs.

The two of them had come up with a coordinated attack. Jane would gently tickle his balls while Karina would work over his neck. After a minute or so, Jane would move down to his thighs while Karina swirled her fingertips over his nipples. The constant pair of pleasure and tickling was driving Tom absolutely bananas. For nearly 20 minutes, muffled cries of “Please let me cum” were ignored with silence.

Karina finally spoke up. “It’s getting late, Jane. Let me get what I want.”

“Absolutely, darling. Tom, you’ll be a sweet boy and suck on Karina’s toes, won’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I thought so. Why don’t you release his arms while you’re at it?”

Karina slid back, running her breasts over Tom’s face one last time, and untied his arms. She then sat up and slid off her boots. She sat on the floor and positioned her soles over Tom’s face.

Tom grabbed both feet and began licking the soles. Jane yelled, “You’re not allowed to touch her feet!” She gave him a firm kick in the balls.

Tom immediately let them go and continued to run his tongue over the bottom of those wonderful feet. “We said you could suck on the toes, nothing else,” as a second kick was delivered.

As he put his hands on his thighs, a third kick reminded him, “Don’t even think of touching yourself until we tell you.”

Tom spent a good five minutes sucking the toes on Karina’s right foot, then switched over to the left.

Jane was moving her toes around his balls. “Very good, Tom. You may go ahead and pleasure yourself.”

Tom put a big toe deep into his mouth and sucked hard during the few seconds it took to achieve an orgasm.

Karina stood up and began sliding on her boots. “Thank you very much, Jane. That was very enjoyable.”

“My pleasure, Karina. I’m sure Tom didn’t mind either. He’s so happy, I’m sure he’d do anything for you.”

“Anything, Tom?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Alright. Bring me lunch tomorrow. Penne in vodka sauce, with some artichoke hearts and black olives. And make it yourself tonight. I know pizzeria take-out when I see it. You want some, Jane?”

“No, that’s OK. Tom will give me his payment soon, whether he knows it or not. You can untie yourself. We’re done for the day.” Tom just remained on the floor, and tilted his head back to watch the two of them walk toward the elevators.

This is a great series!!

I missed these when they were first posted. Thanks for bumping them.