Sex stories

I’m a young student still living with my parents. I just turned 20. I’m dark-haired with brown eyes, average build. I’ve already had a few discreet hookups with Arab guys, mostly at the gym, very quietly in the showers.

A few months ago, my elderly neighbors moved out and a Moroccan family moved in. They have three children aged between 3 and 10. The mother must be in her thirties and the father in his late thirties. They’re rarely home during the week, except when they work remotely. Since I’m also into daddies, the father is the perfect combo: daddy + Arab.

I sometimes see him in the garden when he’s grilling in the summer. Unfortunately, he always wears loose clothes, so I can’t really check out his body. He looks well built and has nice muscular arms when he wears a T-shirt. But the part I stare at the most is his feet. He’s always walking around in slides, barefoot. He must be a size 45 or even 46—big, solid feet.

I’ve already jerked off several times thinking about him, imagining him pressing his strong, smelly feet on my face. Their bedroom is right next to mine, so I hear everything. The most exciting was at night when they fucked around 1 a.m.—I couldn’t focus on studying. It wasn’t very loud, but with my ear almost against the wall, I could hear a few moans. I couldn’t help imagining myself in the place of his wife… total fucking bliss.

I’d already talked to the father twice. The first time was when they celebrated Eid. He rang my doorbell to give us pastries, and we chatted a bit about what I do and what he does. I didn’t feel any particular tension, even though standing in front of him I really wanted to kneel down and suck his dick.

The second time was when he asked me to watch his for an hour because he and his wife had to go somewhere. I was surprised he trusted me that much given how little we’d interacted. But it was an opportunity to see their house. At the time I didn’t fully realize it, but honestly I’m a bit ashamed that I snooped around their bedroom… that’s not something you do.

In the end I didn’t find anything sexual, not even a single condom. I was disappointed. But there was a tablet on the bedside table—the father’s. I turned it on and was surprised there was no security lock. I opened the browser and checked the history. I was shocked. Titles like “Arab dom fucks his slave” or “White servant at the feet of the master” popped up. It was gay porn.

My neighbor fantasizes about Arab domination. I was in heaven. If only he knew what I could do to him… I also checked his Twitter (we know how that goes), and I saw he was using two accounts—one normal one, and another where he follows full-on MNWO accounts. I couldn’t see him the same way anymore. On the outside he looks like a traditional, respectable father, but deep down he has fantasies—and fantasies that turn me on.

It took three months before anything happened. His wife went to the Netherlands with her company for two days, so he was alone with the . One morning he drove them to school. That same day, a delivery guy rang my doorbell. I was alone at home. He handed me a package for my neighbor, who wasn’t answering. I said it was fine, I could take it. The package was heavy, so we dragged it together into my place.

I texted my neighbor to let him know his package had arrived (he’d given me his number when I babysat for him). As soon as he got back, he rang my doorbell to pick it up. I told him I’d help carry it to his place. We left my house and entered his. Before going upstairs, he insisted we take off our shoes in the hallway. When he took his off, I saw he was barefoot—no socks at all.

Of course my mind started racing, my cock slowly waking up. I tried not to show how excited I was. Going up the stairs, I almost dropped the package, probably because I was flustered. He panicked, and the package ended up falling on his foot.

Once we got into the living room, he sat down and looked at his foot. His toes were a bit swollen. I asked if he had ice, and he told me to get some from the freezer. I did, and when I came back he was lying on the couch, feet fully exposed. I placed the ice on his toes and waited.

He kept wiggling his toes because of the cold, but it was driving me crazy. I could also smell a faint odor coming from his feet. Thinking about his fantasies, I told myself he must find the situation exciting too—having a young white guy holding ice on his feet. All it would take was for me to lean in and lick them… but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I asked if he was okay. He said he couldn’t feel his toes anymore. That’s when I joked that I, on the other hand, could feel them very well. He laughed and then, more seriously, said: “If you want, you can feel them closer.”

That was the opening I’d been waiting for. I didn’t dare make the first move—it was him who did. Still, I didn’t move. Was it too good to be true? Then he took another step, crossing his legs. His other foot brushed me and stopped about forty centimeters from my face.

I leaned in and smelled his foot. It was exactly the scent I’d imagined. I looked at him and he smiled. I moved my mouth closer and then he said, “That’s it, lick my foot, bitch.” I stuck out my tongue and tasted him. Total bliss.

I put the ice aside and started sucking on his other foot. His toes were freezing cold—it was like licking ice cream. “That’s it, warm up my toes,” he said. He started touching himself and then ordered me to strip completely. I obeyed. He sat down, snapped his fingers toward his feet, and I knelt down to lick them on the floor. He started slapping my ass with his hand—hard.

Then he ordered me back up. He slapped my face and I stuck my tongue out like a bitch. He grabbed my hair and pushed my face toward his cock, still hidden in his pants—but this time I could finally see the shape. It looked thick. I sucked, and he slapped my ass again with his feet.

I pulled down his pants and underwear and finally saw the monster. His dick was half hard and already about 16 cm. I kissed it, then licked along the shaft. It twitched on its own until it became fully hard. “Go on, suck, dirty bitch, you love this.”

I took it all and he made me do deep throats—I’d never drooled so much. I didn’t expect it, but it must have turned him on too, because he came very quickly in my mouth. He pulled out fast and finished cumming on my face.

He apologized for not holding back longer, but I was thrilled to have tasted his cum. No problem at all. He rubbed his cock over my face to collect the semen and make me swallow it. Then I went back to licking his feet again. He wiped my face by rubbing it with his feet.

He told me to go wash my face in the bathroom and then leave because he had to start working remotely. I told him that if he needed relief again during work, he could contact me.

When I got home, I still had the smell of his feet in my nostrils… total bliss. I can’t wait for the next sessions.