bigmac_nv
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I’ve lived in Las Vegas for 20 years, moving there after graduation and working as a valet making some really good money. Now at age 38, I am a manager for food and beverages for a casino hotel in the suburbs of Vegas. I was married, but divorced 2 years ago, which was not great, but working my way through that process. I love to golf and my swing shift schedule allows me the morning and early afternoon to get my golf fix most days. My sex life has been average and probably below average if I really thought about it, only because I’ve never really been the aggressive type when it came to pursuing women. So I usually took what I could get when the rare occasion would pop up. Well that really changed a couple of weeks ago as I finished up my round of golf where I sat in the back of my SUV resting my bare feet just outside my SUV as I let the cool air relax me. I had an early tee time so as I always do, I parked under some trees that I knew would give my car the shade so it wouldn’t be burning up when I got done the round. This late morning as the temps were starting to rise quickly, I was enjoying a cold beer and taking in the golfers coming and going to their cars. One couple who were a few holes behind our group were parked almost opposite where I was relaxing. They looked to be my age around the late 30s, early 40s, but as it turned out they were both closer to 50. You wouldn’t know it by looking at them, but tall with Kim standing 5’11 and Brad at 6’1, both lean and athletic. Not sure why, but I had the feeling as they were putting their stuff away that they were talking about me. It looked like they were ready to leave, when Brad realized he forgot his sunglasses in the cart. He quickly headed for the clubhouse and smiled at me as he went by giving a wry smile and saying, “Nice feet there bud.” I just smiled, caught off guard by the comment and felt all the sudden vulnerable and self-conscious about my nice bare feet.
I was looking down at my feet when Kim strolled over and said, “Sorry about my husband, he can be quite bold sometimes.” I must say, she was quite striking, up close she had a dark golf tan which showed off her nice big white feet, typical golfers tan. She was standing so close to my feet that I pulled them back slightly as her smile widened. Me made small talk and found out they were visiting from Arizona, up for a long weekend of golf and Vegas entertainment. Brad walked up with his shades and we all had a nice conversation, with Brad finally asking if I would like to join them for lunch. I was about to say “No thanks”, but for some reason I said, “Sure, why not, you guys seem like a nice couple.” We talked a few minutes more when I got an itch on my sole and pulled my foot up to scratch, that’s when Brad said, “So what’s the secret of keeping your feet looking so damn soft?” Again, bold and I figured, this guy has a foot thing which I thought to myself, kind of cool he can just be open with his likes. Not sure exactly what I said, but something on the grounds of, “pedicures and foot massages”, which was a lie since I can’t stand somebody touching my feet.
I drove to their hotel and we had a nice lunch with lots of drinks since I figured I don’t have to work tonight and of course in the back of my mind, I thought maybe they are up for some adult fun. After many drinks, Brad and Kim got bold, as her leg was now touching my leg with Kim making no attempt to pull her leg away. I kind of figured this was going to happen and tried to conceal my excitement, imagining myself taking liberties with the tall blonde. I figured Brad would be part of it, and since I had a couple of discreet Bi experiences in college, it didn’t freak me out at all. In fact, the first one I had was a roommate who offered to give me a foot massage when I was hurting after a 5 mile run. His touch on my feet was amazing, but it tickled and had to make him stop after a few minutes. He ended up jumping on me tickling my ribs, then pinning me down before kissing me and we did some exploring. So if it was me with both of them, I was not going to object. Brad finally said, “We like you man, want to come up and have a drink with us?” I smiled, and asked if they were sure, which made them both smile with Brad stating, “Yeah we are sure, and you can give me tips on keeping my feet looking like yours.” Again awkward and bold, but I was now turned on and didn’t care, quickly saying, “Sure, let’s go.”
Their hotel suite was a nice upgrade, with a view of the Vegas Strip in the background, the living area was big with plenty of room to include a long couch. We had a couple of drinks as we talked about everything, even doing a Fireball shot before Brad asked, “Hey man, not going to lie, I am into feet and yours look great. I was pleased to see you showing them off today.” His grin was playful, and obviously interested in my feet, so I wasn’t sure what to say. I was sitting between them on the long couch when Kim jumped in and said, “Why don’t you let Brad give you a nice foot massage while I massage your neck and shoulders?” Kim said this as she worked herself behind me on the couch making me lean back into her so my head lay over her thighs. I wanted to protest but I was very buzzed and the physical attention was a turn on. Brad pulled my feet across his thighs and I held my breath not sure how his hands would feel on my soft feet. Kim’s hands were strong and they kneaded the muscles on the back of my neck and shoulders. Brad’s rough hands were firm as they worked slowly up my soles with me curling my toes many times as the sensation was getting too ticklish. I tried to make small talk but the couple was now focused on me and saying very little. My cock started to rage as their touch was a welcoming feeling to a lonely guy, but suddenly Brad worked his fingers over my toes and I giggled, then laughed pulling my feet away. They both smiled and looked at each other which I could only describe as lust. Brad quickly pulled my feet back over his thighs, but his time he used his right arm to hold them in place, looking back at me, he smiled and asked, “Ticklish huh?” That is when Kim grabbed my wrist and pulled them back, stretching me out. She moved her long legs into position over my shoulders where my head was locked tightly in her crotch, I stand only 5’10 and normal body size but not physically strong to fight off two larger people.
Brad dug his fingers into my soles with such vigor that I quickly squealed out a loud uncontrolled laugh that had me fighting in vain as Kim kept me pinned. He was transfixed on my feet taking his time to explore under my toes with a single finger, ignoring my pleas and loud laughter as my fight was slowly giving in to the ticklish sensation as my body weakened quickly. After a good 5 minutes, Kim told Brad to give me a break which he reluctantly agreed to. She told him to get the velcro straps and tape as she teased, “We got us a ticklish bitch here.” When Brad ran off to the bedroom freeing up my legs, I tried to struggle free only to find out that Kim was no pushover. She laughed as she squeezed my head between her powerful thighs, easily controlling my arms with her iron grip on my wrist, keeping them pinned behind her. Looking up at her she had a menacing look, and told me that I was in for a long night, “Glad you have the night off buddy, because you are going to be our little tickle slave tonight.” I started to protest loudly when Brad showed up with the stuff with Kim telling Brad to tape his mouth first, “Don’t want to hear his whiny voice anymore.” The duct tape was locked into place as my pleas were now muffled and useless. Kim continued to verbally taunt me as she kept tightening her thighs around my head, then letting go of my wrist, he dug her fingers into my exposed pits. I squealed like a girl and thrust my hips, fighting with all my energy to break free as her long fingers dug and danced around my sensitive pits. She stopped and pinned my hands down behind her again. Brad was wrapping some Velcro straps around my ankles, then secured them with some soft rope over the edge of the couch. My feet were secured together at the ankle, hanging slightly over the overstuffed couch arm. Muffled protest as he pulled some tools he was planning to use on my bare feet. Two stiff feathers, an electric toothbrush, baby oil and even a hair dryer that didn’t make sense to me making me think, “What is he going to do with that?”
As Brad worked stuff into position, Kim kept up the verbal attack occasionally letting go of my wrist and using both hands to tickle my pits, ribs and even cruelly pinching and tickling my nipples. I realized she was doing this to wear down my physical resistance. Then she stretched her legs out and using her long toes, she started to lightly rub my hard-on. I squirmed and moaned, then a felt the stiff feathers being dragged through my toes and I struggled harder, giggles and moans as the two sensations were fucking with my senses. “You going to cum sweetie?” teased Kim. Her eyes had a lustful, satisfied look as she knew she had me under her control. The feather treatment stopped, only to be replaced with Brad pouring baby oil on my feet with his rough hands working in the lotion. I couldn’t help it as I struggled and giggled at his touch. Moments later the sound of the electric toothbrush shot me out of my bliss as it brushed along each big toe. Brad held my oil foot tightly in place as the brush scrubbed the toe pad, slowly grinding away as he went slowly though each toe. Kim had to really work hard to keep my from breaking free, laughing as I struggled fiercely below her, humbled by her natural strength keeping me stuck in position. He worked both sets of toes, then fiendishly he took the head off the brush and started to work the vibrating tool to poke and dig over my feet. He had the look of an electrician working intently on a circuit breaker, occasionally glancing over to me with a smile as my muffled screams of laughter seemed to drive him on.
Kim ordered a break as my red face and lack of struggle was getting too much. I was still raging when Kim asked Brad to tie my hands over my head and secure them to the couch. I was stretched out nicely, barely able to wiggle when Kim asked, “Did you think you were going to make love to me when we invited you up? Be honest or I will go shopping and leave you alone with my mean husband Brad. He loves feet and tickling is a huge turn on for him, so you better be honest when I ask you questions.” Kim asked again if I thought I would fuck her and I nodded my head yes, scared to what might happen. She smiled and said, “Well you were right, you are going to fuck me, with one small twist. Brad is going to service your feet with his tongue and teeth, and I hope it really tickles, because that thrashing will make it that much more exciting.” Kim said all of this as she pulled my shorts down to my knees, stripping naked and rubbed her hands with a sexy motion over her naked body. She checked with Brad who agreed he was ready and she climbed on top of my - guiding my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. I moaned, then burst out with an explosive muffled squeal laughter as he thrashed under me. I looked over my shoulder and Brad was taking great pleasure as his tongue darted between his toes as his fingers lightly scratched the balls of both feet. The captive was enjoying himself as he thrust and screamed, struggling before finally grunting and straining, his cock grew even hard as he shot a load deep inside me.
He must have passed out because the struggling stopped, even though Brad continued to lick and nibble on his feet. I slid off my snoozing pretty feet golf guy and excused myself to clean up and take a shower. I took my time in the bathroom, and realized that I heard the hair dryer running in the other room. As I entered the living area a hysterical, thrashing golfer was getting his oil feet warmed up and Brad was using a ball point pen to write small words on his feet. It lasted a good 10 minutes before I finally made it stop. I stroked the spent golfer who couldn’t get soft until I gave him his second orgasm. He briefly passed out and as he snoozed we untied him. When he woke up we expected an angry young man, but instead he was relaxed, a bit put off, but also thankful for the love making. He was humbled and left a few minutes later. Brad and I talked about it for hours, making love to each other as we started to plot our our next victim, perhaps a married couple this time?
I was looking down at my feet when Kim strolled over and said, “Sorry about my husband, he can be quite bold sometimes.” I must say, she was quite striking, up close she had a dark golf tan which showed off her nice big white feet, typical golfers tan. She was standing so close to my feet that I pulled them back slightly as her smile widened. Me made small talk and found out they were visiting from Arizona, up for a long weekend of golf and Vegas entertainment. Brad walked up with his shades and we all had a nice conversation, with Brad finally asking if I would like to join them for lunch. I was about to say “No thanks”, but for some reason I said, “Sure, why not, you guys seem like a nice couple.” We talked a few minutes more when I got an itch on my sole and pulled my foot up to scratch, that’s when Brad said, “So what’s the secret of keeping your feet looking so damn soft?” Again, bold and I figured, this guy has a foot thing which I thought to myself, kind of cool he can just be open with his likes. Not sure exactly what I said, but something on the grounds of, “pedicures and foot massages”, which was a lie since I can’t stand somebody touching my feet.
I drove to their hotel and we had a nice lunch with lots of drinks since I figured I don’t have to work tonight and of course in the back of my mind, I thought maybe they are up for some adult fun. After many drinks, Brad and Kim got bold, as her leg was now touching my leg with Kim making no attempt to pull her leg away. I kind of figured this was going to happen and tried to conceal my excitement, imagining myself taking liberties with the tall blonde. I figured Brad would be part of it, and since I had a couple of discreet Bi experiences in college, it didn’t freak me out at all. In fact, the first one I had was a roommate who offered to give me a foot massage when I was hurting after a 5 mile run. His touch on my feet was amazing, but it tickled and had to make him stop after a few minutes. He ended up jumping on me tickling my ribs, then pinning me down before kissing me and we did some exploring. So if it was me with both of them, I was not going to object. Brad finally said, “We like you man, want to come up and have a drink with us?” I smiled, and asked if they were sure, which made them both smile with Brad stating, “Yeah we are sure, and you can give me tips on keeping my feet looking like yours.” Again awkward and bold, but I was now turned on and didn’t care, quickly saying, “Sure, let’s go.”
Their hotel suite was a nice upgrade, with a view of the Vegas Strip in the background, the living area was big with plenty of room to include a long couch. We had a couple of drinks as we talked about everything, even doing a Fireball shot before Brad asked, “Hey man, not going to lie, I am into feet and yours look great. I was pleased to see you showing them off today.” His grin was playful, and obviously interested in my feet, so I wasn’t sure what to say. I was sitting between them on the long couch when Kim jumped in and said, “Why don’t you let Brad give you a nice foot massage while I massage your neck and shoulders?” Kim said this as she worked herself behind me on the couch making me lean back into her so my head lay over her thighs. I wanted to protest but I was very buzzed and the physical attention was a turn on. Brad pulled my feet across his thighs and I held my breath not sure how his hands would feel on my soft feet. Kim’s hands were strong and they kneaded the muscles on the back of my neck and shoulders. Brad’s rough hands were firm as they worked slowly up my soles with me curling my toes many times as the sensation was getting too ticklish. I tried to make small talk but the couple was now focused on me and saying very little. My cock started to rage as their touch was a welcoming feeling to a lonely guy, but suddenly Brad worked his fingers over my toes and I giggled, then laughed pulling my feet away. They both smiled and looked at each other which I could only describe as lust. Brad quickly pulled my feet back over his thighs, but his time he used his right arm to hold them in place, looking back at me, he smiled and asked, “Ticklish huh?” That is when Kim grabbed my wrist and pulled them back, stretching me out. She moved her long legs into position over my shoulders where my head was locked tightly in her crotch, I stand only 5’10 and normal body size but not physically strong to fight off two larger people.
Brad dug his fingers into my soles with such vigor that I quickly squealed out a loud uncontrolled laugh that had me fighting in vain as Kim kept me pinned. He was transfixed on my feet taking his time to explore under my toes with a single finger, ignoring my pleas and loud laughter as my fight was slowly giving in to the ticklish sensation as my body weakened quickly. After a good 5 minutes, Kim told Brad to give me a break which he reluctantly agreed to. She told him to get the velcro straps and tape as she teased, “We got us a ticklish bitch here.” When Brad ran off to the bedroom freeing up my legs, I tried to struggle free only to find out that Kim was no pushover. She laughed as she squeezed my head between her powerful thighs, easily controlling my arms with her iron grip on my wrist, keeping them pinned behind her. Looking up at her she had a menacing look, and told me that I was in for a long night, “Glad you have the night off buddy, because you are going to be our little tickle slave tonight.” I started to protest loudly when Brad showed up with the stuff with Kim telling Brad to tape his mouth first, “Don’t want to hear his whiny voice anymore.” The duct tape was locked into place as my pleas were now muffled and useless. Kim continued to verbally taunt me as she kept tightening her thighs around my head, then letting go of my wrist, he dug her fingers into my exposed pits. I squealed like a girl and thrust my hips, fighting with all my energy to break free as her long fingers dug and danced around my sensitive pits. She stopped and pinned my hands down behind her again. Brad was wrapping some Velcro straps around my ankles, then secured them with some soft rope over the edge of the couch. My feet were secured together at the ankle, hanging slightly over the overstuffed couch arm. Muffled protest as he pulled some tools he was planning to use on my bare feet. Two stiff feathers, an electric toothbrush, baby oil and even a hair dryer that didn’t make sense to me making me think, “What is he going to do with that?”
As Brad worked stuff into position, Kim kept up the verbal attack occasionally letting go of my wrist and using both hands to tickle my pits, ribs and even cruelly pinching and tickling my nipples. I realized she was doing this to wear down my physical resistance. Then she stretched her legs out and using her long toes, she started to lightly rub my hard-on. I squirmed and moaned, then a felt the stiff feathers being dragged through my toes and I struggled harder, giggles and moans as the two sensations were fucking with my senses. “You going to cum sweetie?” teased Kim. Her eyes had a lustful, satisfied look as she knew she had me under her control. The feather treatment stopped, only to be replaced with Brad pouring baby oil on my feet with his rough hands working in the lotion. I couldn’t help it as I struggled and giggled at his touch. Moments later the sound of the electric toothbrush shot me out of my bliss as it brushed along each big toe. Brad held my oil foot tightly in place as the brush scrubbed the toe pad, slowly grinding away as he went slowly though each toe. Kim had to really work hard to keep my from breaking free, laughing as I struggled fiercely below her, humbled by her natural strength keeping me stuck in position. He worked both sets of toes, then fiendishly he took the head off the brush and started to work the vibrating tool to poke and dig over my feet. He had the look of an electrician working intently on a circuit breaker, occasionally glancing over to me with a smile as my muffled screams of laughter seemed to drive him on.
Kim ordered a break as my red face and lack of struggle was getting too much. I was still raging when Kim asked Brad to tie my hands over my head and secure them to the couch. I was stretched out nicely, barely able to wiggle when Kim asked, “Did you think you were going to make love to me when we invited you up? Be honest or I will go shopping and leave you alone with my mean husband Brad. He loves feet and tickling is a huge turn on for him, so you better be honest when I ask you questions.” Kim asked again if I thought I would fuck her and I nodded my head yes, scared to what might happen. She smiled and said, “Well you were right, you are going to fuck me, with one small twist. Brad is going to service your feet with his tongue and teeth, and I hope it really tickles, because that thrashing will make it that much more exciting.” Kim said all of this as she pulled my shorts down to my knees, stripping naked and rubbed her hands with a sexy motion over her naked body. She checked with Brad who agreed he was ready and she climbed on top of my - guiding my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. I moaned, then burst out with an explosive muffled squeal laughter as he thrashed under me. I looked over my shoulder and Brad was taking great pleasure as his tongue darted between his toes as his fingers lightly scratched the balls of both feet. The captive was enjoying himself as he thrust and screamed, struggling before finally grunting and straining, his cock grew even hard as he shot a load deep inside me.
He must have passed out because the struggling stopped, even though Brad continued to lick and nibble on his feet. I slid off my snoozing pretty feet golf guy and excused myself to clean up and take a shower. I took my time in the bathroom, and realized that I heard the hair dryer running in the other room. As I entered the living area a hysterical, thrashing golfer was getting his oil feet warmed up and Brad was using a ball point pen to write small words on his feet. It lasted a good 10 minutes before I finally made it stop. I stroked the spent golfer who couldn’t get soft until I gave him his second orgasm. He briefly passed out and as he snoozed we untied him. When he woke up we expected an angry young man, but instead he was relaxed, a bit put off, but also thankful for the love making. He was humbled and left a few minutes later. Brad and I talked about it for hours, making love to each other as we started to plot our our next victim, perhaps a married couple this time?
