No. This was too weird. Too surreal. I was laying on top of a huge, tan sole that felt like it must belong to some kind of supermodel, as it gave me a bizarrely erotic back massage that was leaving me too relaxed to move a muscle. Well... one place was the furthest thing from relaxed. My cock was raging, dribbling precum as the soft sole of the foot pressed wetly against my legs, just barely managing to tickle my balls where they hung between my slack legs. My back was coated in the foot's fragrant sweat, making me alternately slip and stick as the sole scrunched beneath me, like I was coated in lube.
My head was swimming. This felt too much like a dream. The sharp smell of the foot, covered by a smothering layer of orange blossom, was making my head swim. Damn, I knew I liked feet, but this was ridiculous. I had to be dreaming. Come to think of it, when was the last time I'd jerked off? Too long, judging by the stuff I was dreaming about. The foot pressed insistently against me, making my cock twitch as its smooth skin slid over my balls like a coating of warm cream. I had to turn over. It wouldn't hurt anyone to let this giant foot milk me against its huge, silky sole. Images of my cock sliding between pairs of feet flashed through my mind, a psychedelic barrage of smooth, yielding skin. Creamy arches pumping up and down my shaft. Long, dexterous toes squeezing my head. Smooth heels crushing the tip of my cock. A hundred pairs, of every age, size and gender, overlapping and fading in and out of focus as they milked my cock with a singleminded purpose. And yet, despite all of this, I couldn't cum. My brain was... turning to mush. I had to roll over. It was the only way I could find some kind of release. I don't know how I knew that, but it came to me in a flash, as I spasmed under the assault of what seemed like every pair of feet I'd ever seen, their soles pumping deliciously up and down my shaft. I had to do it, or I'd go mad.
With that thought in mind, I chose to...