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"Coming for lunch" "Sorry Tim, I have some work for Pete" It was the fourth time this week that either Mr Stephens or Mr Black had asked that I help them with work over lunch. Tim and the others if they were suspicious were not showing any indication that they were. I entered Mr Stephens' office, kneeling as soon as the door was closed behind me. There in one of the large leather rotating chair was Mr Black, his sheet black socks half way up his calves, but otherwise naked from the waste down.
Lunch was now an opportunity for me to improve my sense of smell and taste, in particular the ability to recognise the smell and taste of my employers. I realised that this would be important after my failure on Saturday to correctly identify the owners of each bit of dirty underwear. If the exercise was to be repeated I had to be 100% accurate. I took off my clothes , it had been decided that it would be better that if I was to be in their presence for more than fifteen minutes clothes were unnecessary, and crawled over.
Mr Black's sweaty hairy arse was almost smiling, beckoning me towards it. I approached and first stuck my nose into the areas bounded by his arse cheek, inner thigh and perineum met. His muskiness was now comfortably familiar, and reassuring. "I can't feel it" ""Why aren't you licking?" Mr Stephens' pushed my face down and into Mr Blacks crack. "Now lick, we want to hear that slurping, remember we get these areas nice and sweaty for you, so show some appreciation" "I want to feel it sliding in" said Mr Black as he spread open his cheeks , get the taste embedded in your brain.
My spit and saliva mixed with Mr Black's sweat, a mixture that I could not help but eagerly swallow, I lowered my tongue to his cleft to capture the liquid that had escaped being swallowed. Mr Black groaned, I felt good , as I knew I was making him happy, Suddenly my head was pulled back. Mr Stephens was at eye level. "What have we said about playing with your self when working?" "Do not touch, otherwise I may need to consider extending the period you get locked up"" Yes Mr Stephens" I replied "He pushed my head back into Mr Blacks cleft as I finished saying "Sorry Mr Stephens"
I hated disappointing Mr Stephens, especially as he had indicated that my temping role would be extended. I had apparently shown promise that he and Mr Black were willing to put some extra effort into my development. The more promise I showed the longer my employment. The temp agency had encouraged me to accept as it would result in more money , and long term, possible lifelong security.
"I suppose we need to show some understanding" said Mr Black"After all my arse is perfect, why wouldn't you get turned on eating me out, and if it helps develop that sniffer skills that we want all the better" As he said this he lowered him legs, and pushed his chair back. He leaned forward and gave my face a slap. "Understandable yes, but acceptable no" "Now get dressed and go" As I left to go Mr Stephens spoke. "After that I think we need to remind you how my feet smell, that will keep you occupied tonight" "Yes Mr Stephens" making no effort to hide the excitement in my voice. The twitch in my dick, telling me that it would need to be locked up as soon as possible.
That evening I served up Mr Stephens dinner, our favourite meal steak and salad. I assumed my position besides him and waited for him to drop a bloody rare slices directly into my mouth. As I chewed he rubbed my head, as if praising me. I had settled into this aspect of my work, and looked up at him eagerly waiting for the next morsel. He cleared his plate, and retired to his lounge as I was left to wash up after him, a task always preceded by the privilege of licking the plates clean first.The only downside was the fact that when in his house naked I felt the absence of the tight restricting collar.
I approached the lounge, I could hear Mr Stephens shouting "Down boy" Boy was I assumed trying to sit on the furniture. In the past month Mr Stephens had made it clear that he did not like animals on the furniture. Their place he always said unless their were extenuating circumstances was on the floor. After my second week of visiting I had found being on the floor a natural and comfortable position to be, and spent much of my working day looking forward to the times I could either escape the desk to enter Mr Stephen's office, or when the working day ended. I didn't even like sitting down on the tube home any more, standing or even if space allowed crouching was much more me. Mr Stephens was in his armchair, he had already lit a cigar. An indication that he was planning a relaxing evening. Beside him a bottle of wine, a half full wine glass, and a pint glass full of what looked like and I hoped was fresh piss. There was however no sign of an ashtray. He traced his finger from the door to a spot in front of him on the floor he clicked his fingers, I immediately began to shuffled over. As I did Boy started to growl, "Quiet boy, here" he clicked his fingers and Boy was immediately by his side, getting his head patted, and being praised for his obedience.
"Open" I opened my mouth , and Mr Stephens earned forward and tapped some ash directly into my mouth. "Keep an eye on this" he said looking at his cigar "Make sure you are ready when it needs you" "Yes Mr Stephens" "Now get on with it these feet need taking care of" "And the shoes too" My tongue was already in contact with his right shoe before had finished the sentence. I cradled the shoe in my hands, supporting it as I liked the sole. My young lapped against the rough worn leather, with just occasional glimpses of the smooth leather that had once been there. Tiny bits of grit ended on my tongue, from my position I could see him take deep breaths on the cigar, everyone and then taking it out of his mouth and rolling it in his fingers, my tongue moved to the edges of the shoe as I circumnavigated it, I placed it back on the floor and tenderly kissed it. I repeated this with the left As I finished I spotted the cigar, I lent forward and open my mouth "Just in time there I think" The heat of the ash on my tongue sent waves through my body. I remained there looking at him smoking, my mouth still open. "Stop gawping, and get on with it. " I loosened the knots on both shoes and slipped them off
As I did I watched as he undid the buttons on his shirt exposing torso he began to rub his chest, gently groaning. "No point touching that ; its sadly locked" I realised I had moved my hand to my dick instead of soft flesh, I felt cold steel. I lifted his left foot, and inhaled ,Mr Stephens was wearing sheer socks, almost stockings, through the thin material his feet were tantalisingly near, I could see the hairs on his toes. My nose made contact with the arch, I let out an involuntary moan. Boy looked round with a start, and was only calmed down with Mr Stephens pushing and administrating a rub to the head. As I continued to inhale and rub the soft padded parts of the feet I felt a sensation in my balls. The unattended foot was playing with them. I looked up and Mr Stephens was smiling, his eyes half closed, I could see a bulge in his trousers. A bulge e that I was still not that acquainted with unless it was to administer and supply my drinks during work.
"Shall I carry on?" "Yes, Please Mr Stephens I gasped" "Seems I've discovered what make you docile, just like the head rubs I give boy" "Remember what else you need to do?" I opened my mouth and an inch and a half ball of ash fell into my mouth. The pint glass was passed over, and I took a mouthful of his piss. "Now get on with the other foot" "I think we'll leave the stockings on for the night" But continue on this path and I'll have a treat for you.
I moved on to his left foot, as meaty and as large as the right , the smell by now was addictive, I rubbed the sheer stocking over my face, hoping my beard would absorb some of the sweat, and scent. So I could smell him as I slept. I took the foot into my mouth and began to suck, as I did Mr Stephens exposed his whole chest, and before land had taken out his dick, and was slowly wanking. I slowed the pace of my sucking as selfishly I wanted to enjoy the spectacle. "Enjoying the view" He said as he exhaled a ball of smoke in my direction. I mumbled "Yes Mr Stephens as my mouth took in another digit. "Put the foot down" "Come closer, now smell that but no touching" As his right hand rubbed his dick his left was placed on my head, and slowly slid down , and his thumb was eased gently into my mouth. I raised my eyes upwards and caught him looking upwards, his head thrown back as he was reached a stage of ecstasy. He finally growled and a stream of cum exploded over his abdomen . He removed both hands, he took out his cigar, and winced as he deposited the ash where the cum had just fallen.
Now clean it up. And clean it well. Then you can go. I leant forward and sighed when I realised how sweet my late night treat tasted. My groans coincided with Boys. I felt his hand on my head " Quiet now dog, you've been a good boy"