You said you wanted to be used
Story Themes: mind control, manipulation, domination, humiliation, money exploitation
Chapter 1.
Some people just want to be used.
Even if they don't know it yet. They keep looking at your crotch when you spread your legs working out at the gym, they offer you coffees and dinners without expecting anything in return, they keep inviting you out and buy dinner and drinks just for the sake of being used by somebody who is clearly their superior.
I became aware of this about ten years ago. I was just over 20 and starting to experiment more with sex. I've always being a short, athletic, Italian fucker with a natural fit body, hairy legs and most importantly a perfect round shaped ass and a thick 8 inches cock, that looks almost out of place in such a short figure. But people always get crazy when I lower my briefs and reveal the beast.
Well... I was chatting with this guy. Businessman, tie and suit pictures, clean blond face. He was horny at his office needing some release, and he bumped into my profile. When he started mentioning my crotch I knew he was going to be mine. He was looking fine, in shape enough to give him a try, and I could've used a mouth to unload in. I had this recurring fantasy of having a businessman at my feet for me to use. I always fantasized about dominating somebody who in his everyday life is used to give others orders all day long. It's a power thing, I guess. Topping the alpha man in the room, getting him to the point he longs to give up control and do stuff for me. I am a narcissist this way.
So there he was, insisting about wanting to service me, so I invited him over after work. He must have worked close by, because in no time he was buzzing at my flat's door. It was Summer, so I was wearing just a loose tank top and some basketball shorts. I opened the door barefoot and let him in. Closing the door behind us I noticed his stare. Fixed at ground level, under my waist, at my feet. That gave me a kinky idea.
"Like what you see?"
He kind of woke up from his dreamy glaze.
"Uh... yes! I mean, yeah. You are sexy..."
"Thought you came looking for this." and I grabbed my bulge "Not my feet."
"They look... they look sexy too."
"Sexy? Yeah, sure. Why don't you take a better look?"
"Uh?"
"Kneel down."
He looked at me puzzled. Then at my crotch. Then at my feet. Finally my face again.
"Kneel," I said.
Slowly, he started to bend his knees and get down. When he reached crotch level he looked up, waiting for me to say something. So I did.
"I said down." I grabbed him by his neck and forced his face on my left foot, his lips touching my big toe "Here, better now?"
He started mumbling something incomprehensible, probably because every time he was trying to talk I was forcing my big toe into his mouth, but then managed to say:
"Yes... yes thank you, sir."
Sir? Interesting choice of words coming from a guy I just met. My cock had a spasm inside my briefs. My mind got dirtier.
Here there was this businessman about 20 years older than me, in a suit and a tie, kneeling in front of me, lips on my foot, and calling ME sir.
Niiice.
So I decided to keep on playing with him.
I turned around and went sitting on my couch, legs spread apart. He raised his head, still standing there on the floor, on his fours, looking puzzled towards me.
"So, tell me what you want." I said.
"I... I want..."
"Want what?"
"What your feet..."
"Where do you want them?"
"In... in my mouth."
I stretched my legs and pointed my feet towards him.
"These bad boys?"
"Yes."
"Tell me how much do you want them."
"I want them bad. I... I need them."
"Oh yeah? So what would you do to have the honor of having them among your lips?"
"I'd... I'd do anything."
"Really? Well, you could start by asking for them nicely."
He was still standing there on his fours, all dressed, puppy eyes fixed on my feet.
"Please... please let me lick your feet."
"I think you can do better than that."
"Sir, I want to kiss your feet, I'm begging you to let me massage them with my tongue and make love to them, sir."
"Why?"
"Because... because I want to be at your service, sir. I want you to use me and make me your slut."
"Do you? Do you get horny at the thought of me using you?"
"I do... I do, sir."
"So why don't you show me how horny you get?"
He raised his head from the ground and looked at me, confused about what I asked him. So I pointed at his crotch, already stretched by the hard cock inside, and nodded.
"Pants off. Underwear too."
He stayed still for a moment, then lowered his head again and started fumbling with his belt. Then in one quick motion he lowered both trousers and underwear, revealing a small dick already leaking with precum. He was in so much of a rush that his wallet came off his pocket, so he went to pick it up to put it away.
"Don't bother." I ordered him, then an evil thought crossed my mind "Actually... you just said you want me to use you, is that so?"
"Yes... Yes, sir."
"And you said that you would do anything to serve me."
"Yes, I did, sir."
"So... how much would you give me to have the honor of kissing my feet?"
He looked at me confused again, so I hinted at the wallet he was still holding in his hands, and he realized.
"I don't... I don't pay for sex."
"Listen, bitch, I'm not a whore who asks for money to fuck sorry faggots like you. You said you want to service me, you said you want to be used, and that's what is happening here. This is not about paying for sex, this is about what you crave."
"But... but I don't want..."
"Don't you? You can lie to yourself as much as you want, but your small dick can't lie. Look at it."
He lowered his eyes to his cock. Rock hard and with a puddle of precum on the floor already.
"It looks like he knows better than you what gets you off. That's where you belong, on your knees begging to be my slave, and ready to do anything to revere your master in front of you. You begged me to use you, and that is what is going to happen. Don't fight it. You want this."
He looked at me, then his cock, his wallet, than me again. I could see he was struggling with the idea, but really considering it as well.
"I... never did anything like this."
"But you invited people out, paid for their drinks and food, without any guarantee of getting some, didn't you?"
"Yes... I did."
"Why did you do that?"
"I... that's something you are supposed to do."
"No, that is something YOU are supposed to do. Because YOU are the one who gets off of being used, like you are now. If you didn't like this your tiny dick wouldn't be as hard as it is now, don't you think?"
"I guess..."
"I'll prove it to you. Open your wallet."
A little reluctantly, he complied. I peeked inside, there were several notes lined up.
"Good boy, you already have some change for me. Pick a note."
He went through his wallet reaching for a 5 bucks note, then discarded it and picked a 10. That didn't go unnoticed. Along with the twitch in his dick.
"Good job, now put it on the ground in front of you."
"Yes, sir."
I covered the note with my bare foot.
"You may kiss it."
With lust in his eyes, he lowered his head and put his lips on my foot. Then raised his head again. Using my foot, I moved closer the 10 bucks note, grabbed it and put it over my lap.
"So, how did that make you feel?"
"Used, sir."
"Did you like it?"
"I... It's a strange feeling. My brain wants to say no..."
"...but your cock is still hard as a rock, and leaking precum like crazy."
"Yes."
"So you liked it."
"Yes."
"So you want it."
"Yes."
"So you want to be used by me and worship me."
"Yes. Yes I do."
"And I'll let you do it just that, faggot. I think I'm ready for a tongue massage. Pick a 20 this time."
Effortlessly, now, he grabbed a 20 bucks note and put it on the floor in front of him. I raised both of my feet in front of his face.
"Go for it, you earned it."
I didn't have to tell him twice. He jumped full tongue on my feet, licking every part of one while massaging the other with his hands. I added more pressure on his face, and soon enough it was all covered in feet and his own spit.
"Goooood boy, make love to my feet, show your master how much you want to be of service to him and how much you adore him. You are here to be mine to use as I please, and you love it."
He mumbled something resembling a "Yes" while still enjoying my feet on his face. I left one there for him to kiss, while with the other I reached his dick.
"Looks like your cock loves this game, it didn't go down an inch since we started playing." then I grabbed my hard cock beneath the fabric of my shorts "And seeing you so compliant is getting me horny as well. Maybe it's time to go for the big prize, what do you think?"
He stopped mid air, my big toe in his mouth and tongue, and he noticed my bulge.
"Ohh... yeah..." he said almost like a moan.
"Do you want to see my cock?"
"Yes! Yes, please, sir."
"How about another 20?"
Defeated, he went down to his wallet and extracted another 20 bucks note that he placed on the floor next to the other one.
"Atta boy." I stood up in front of him and pointed to my crotch "You may remove my shorts."
He raised his hands and put them on each side of my waist, but I stopped him.
"Uh uh, use you mouth only."
He let out a tiny moan, then grabbed the elastic of my shorts with his teeth, and with some effort he started to lower them. He realized pretty quickly that I was not wearing any underwear beneath, so while he was at it his nose was rubbing against my bush, cock base and balls. Finally he managed to lower them to the ground, his forehead brushing over my feet again. That gave him the perfect view over my thick 8 inches cock standing in all his glory above him.
"Wow..." he said in awe.
"Worth the money, isn't it?" I smiled, reassuringly. That made him feel more at ease. He also managed to focus his view behind my erect cock, to see my face looking down at him.
"Yes. It is." he answered without esitation. He was mine.
"Do you want to taste it as well?"
"I do." and he want for it with his mouth open. I stopped his head with my hands mid air.
"Uh uh, you must know the drill by now."
He groaned in frustration and lust. Next thing he was doing was rummaging inside his wallet for another 20 bucks note that he placed next to the others.
"Mmmm," I said "I think that's just enough to grant a close encounter with my hairy balls. What do you say?"
"I say... Yes sir, please let me lick your balls."
"They are all yours faggot."
He went for them with eagerness, smooching from down below to the base of my cock. I grabbed his hair with one hand moving him where I wanted while slowly jacking off with the other right above his face.
"Yes, that's it. You were made for this, you were made to give me pleasure and service me. You are mine to deal with as I like, and you'll love every minute of it. Make love with my balls, worship me, my body, my whole. You want this, you long for this. Standing on your knees with your mouth full of me is your natural place in life. And not only you begged for it, you PAID for it. Because that's what you are, a low, sorry excuse for a man who will do anything to please your superiors. I don't need to ask anymore, you will come to me with money and presents not only because I'm your master, but because I'm your god and the only thing you'll crave is to make me happy. Now say it."
"I want to make you happy."
"SAY IT BETTER BITCH."
"The only thing I long for is to make you happy, Sir!"
"That's it, boy. Now I know you want to suck my cock too."
"Yes!" and this time I didn't even need to tell him anything. He went straight to his wallet and he got another 20 notes. Then he looked at me and my cock, and he extracted another 20. I smiled and pointed my hard cock to his mouth.
"Here it is."
He engulfed it in one go, noticing too late that it was probably too thick to fit in his throat without practice. But it was too late, I already had grabbed his head from the back and shoved it down till his nose was buried in my pubic hair, giving a couple of strokes inside his mouth untill I saw his eyes watering, and then releasing the grip to let him catch his breath.
I locked my eyes into his.
"What do you say to your master?"
"Thank you for letting me taste your cock, Sir."
"That's what I wanted to hear. Now get to work."
This time he went slower, using his tongue around my gland, working my shaft from top to bottom and up again, covering it with his saliva. I took his hands and placed them below my balls.
"Play with them while you enjoy my cock." I instructed, and he complied without hesitation. His tongue and hands over my body, leaving his own hard cock untouched because no matter how horny he was the only thing that mattered in that moment was my pleasure. I let him play with it for a while, then I grabbed him by the hair and ears and started moving his mouth where was most pleasing for me, until my cock was again all inside his mouth. That's were the real face fucking began. In and out, giving him just enough moments to catch his breath before assaulting his mouth again and again. The whole thing was getting me hornier and hornier, and judging by how much precum he was covering the floor with he was probably more turned on than me. Finally I let his face go and started jacking off all over his mouth.
"You made me so horny, bitch. I'm so close. Do you want it?"
"Yes Sir, yes!"
"Tell me what you want!"
"Want you to use me as your cum bucket, Sir. Want you to cover me in your spunk and make me yours, Sir."
"You know what to do. Make me cum bitch!"
He didn't even looked down to find his wallet again, he didn't want to loose sight of my cock for a second. He just grabbed it and opened it down. Several different notes fell on the floor and joined the others. I didn't even count them, that was not the point. Getting him to do that for me was the whole point. And his compliance got me over the point of no return.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, faggot!"
He stretched out his lips as much as he could, and two seconds later they were hit by the first splashes of cum. I was too focused on cumming to count them, but at least four of five thick volleys of cum sprayed from my throbbing cock to his face, suit, shirt and tie. When I opened my eyes again I saw him covered in spunk. My spunk. And he looked extatic.
"You may cum, now."
I didn't have to say it twice, as soon as he touched his little dick he exploded all over the floor, next to his wallet and all the notes.
Catching my breath, I rested my semi hard cock over his forehead, still dripping cum over his eye brows. Then I patted his head.
"You did good, boy."
When I looked down at him, he was smiling, exhausted but in awe of me. He let out a little moan, and he said:
"That was... I never... never did anything like that."
"It doesn't look like you disliked it, though." I joked.
"That was probably the best orgasm I've ever had..."
"And what was the best part of it?"
"I'm not sure, but getting used liked that really turned me on."
"I can see that. And here, on your knees between my legs, it looks like it was where you were meant to be all of your life."
He smiled again, sincerely happy, than moved to collect all of the notes from the floor, and handed them to me.
"These are for you. Thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"For letting me discover this side of myself."
"Oh baby..." I smiled back at him, a little evil smirk on my face "We've only just begun."
---TO BE CONTINUED----
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