Me and my friends always wanted to have a guy in our friendship group. It seemed like so much fun and my roommates, Tessa and Mary agreed with me. They thought that it could be so much fun to tease someone who was always around.
All three of us are very attractive too, so we thought that this guy could be of use and we will let him just hang out with us in return.
We didn’t have a long casting for this role, a few people already were on our minds and, not thinking about it for too long, we picked Jason. He was a quiet guy that had one class with Tessa and as far as she could tell he was obsessed with her and with us. He was looking at us all the time and spending his time trying to chime in on our conversation if he was close enough.
If we were at the party he would be there, bringing us drinks and food if we wanted it. He seemed like a perfect match and I was determined to let him be a part of our group.
When I came to Jason and offered him to come back to our house after classes, he happily agreed. He looked like an excited puppy, ready to listen and do as I say. I told the girls to be on their best behavior and hoped it would go smoothly.
The thing was, I was ready to let Jason hang around, look at us and fill his little head with the fantasies that he will one day have a chance with us, but would never happen. Still, I was planning to use that possibility to pressure him into doing what we wanted. That was until I learned his little secret, of course.
When he came over the first time, we were by the pool, wearing shorts and tops and no shoes on. We all had our feet perfectly smooth and our nails painted in different bright colors. Once Jason came outside, I noticed right away that he wouldn’t take his eyes away from our feet. I didn’t say anything to the girls right away, but I knew I needed to test my theory.
I asked him to bring me a drink and he did. While I was drinking, I told him that my feet were feeling sore and that I needed a massage. I never saw someone as excited as Jason was at that moment. He smiled wide, nodded, and got to it right away. Tessa and Mary looked at me weirdly, but I didn’t want to explain it right away.
While Jason was massaging my feet I put the other one in his lap. It was close enough to his dick to let me feel that he was getting harder each moment that he had a chance to touch my foot. Then I pressed it there, to see his reaction and he let out the funniest sound I heard. He really did like my feet. I smiled, making sure to carefully press my toes there again and again until Jason twitched and said that he needed to go to the bathroom.
He got up quickly, dropping my legs, but I still noticed the wet stain on the front of his pants. That guy was really obsessed, there was no doubt. I instantly went to tell Tessa and Mary about it. They were disgusted at first, but thinking about all the possibilities it opened to us they agreed there was no way we will send Jason home. If letting him touch our feet was all that it took to get what we wanted we just had to use it. Another opportunity like this wouldn’t come around any time soon and so our plan was put in motion.
We started inviting Jason around more often, each time demanding him to do our chores, bring us food, and buy us stuff. If it was anyone else he would’ve dropped us fast, but Jason kept coming back. Why? Because we made sure to walk around barefoot, or wearing sandals, or high heels that showed exactly enough to keep him happy. I would often let him massage my feet while I was pressing them on his cock and he was happy every time it happened. Tessa and Mary started to adopt that practice too. I knew that we all were happy with our arrangement, but I knew that we needed more. One day I just had to push it further and pay more for it, but I was ready.
It was the end of the semester and all three of us were having a hard time. We weren’t the kind of girls that loved to study all day long, we loved to have fun and party, and that does not always come with being a good student. We knew that we needed to get to it, but I had a better plan. Why do it yourself, when you have someone ready to serve you?
“We have a proposal,” I told Jason one day. “We have assignments to finish and no time to do them, so how about you do it for us? And, in exchange, we will give you a group footjob?”
Jason looked nervous and embarrassed as if he didn’t know before that his little fetish wasn’t a secret for us, but he agreed. I must say, it was a lot of work. Thousands and thousands of words and he had only a week to finish it, but I knew that he would do it for a thing like that.
A week later, it was done and Jason was at our house, ready to get his reward. We sat him on the floor and got around him, our bare feet touching his body and his face. He looked like he was ecstatic and, just because I’m kind, I let him take my toe in his mouth. He sucked on it greedily, while Tessa unzipped his pants and let his cock come out. He was bigger than I imagined, but it didn’t change anything. Our little server was getting his treats and I thought he deserved it.
All three of us were touching his cock with our feet, pressing as tight as we could, letting Jason see everything. I didn’t get it, but I must admit, our feet, with soft heels and pale soles looked good against his hard cock. Our painted nails were wiggling in the air, making them look bright and colorful. I could see that Jason was struggling, that he loved seeing it, but he was just too turned on to make it last longer.
“Close your eyes,” I said, putting my feet on his face. Mary did it too, and now his eyes were covered with our feet and I could feel his tongue on my sole. His cock was hard and twitching and I knew he was about to cum.
We pressed our feet even tighter, his cum starting to come out and covering us. I made sure that the girls stayed until the end and, when we moved our feet off Jason’s face, he was even more ecstatic to see his seed covering our feet.
We kept that arrangement for a year and I must say he was the best service boy we ever had. To this day, I always take care of my feet, because you never know what jobs you might be able to pass off…
