/lit/ - Literature

Saul Ickfit was man in his late twenties, he, who did nothing worth mentioning since his twelve birthday (up to which he was considered a bright kid, just like everyone else). His last job was official known as manager and supervisor of food distribution, which is to say, he was the delivery man of a fast food company. He wasn't very good at it since he's driving skills, although good, were not good enough to deliver any food he had to on time. Saul was fired after two months with best wishes and a small paycheck that was not nearly enough to eat the very same food he used to deliver by now.

He asked himself about new jobs opportunities or any possible way to get money, if not enough to pay the life he would like to have, enough to pay for food and rent and clothes. After a few interviews with no luck at all, he decided to give it a try to a place he had rarely been before: the internet. Saul only knew about the internet because of his favorite books, the totalitarianism of a tundra or a title of the sort that he couldn't remember at the time, came from one of the websites that her ex-shut-in sister used to visit all the time before knowing a blind guy who was willing to fuck her despite of her fucked up face. That night browsing craig list Sauly found his perfect job: gigolo. He may not have a nice body, but olden women may not care about it that much, therefore without giving to much thinking to the matter he made an appointment with a forty year-old lady that lived only a one hour by car.

At the agreed hour, just twenty minutes before midnight, he was at the absurdly big house of the aforementioned lady, a rich woman called Margaret who at her age deeply regrets marrying Pedro who spends his whole days away from home selling churros on the beach.

"I believe you are Mr. Saul?"
"Yes madam"
"My dear, please come in."

She walked just like a killer queen, and while she walked she took off her shoes and stripped of her clothes. After reaching a piano, above which she sat crossing her legs and lighting a smoke, she added

"Honey, I must warn you, my desires are a bit... unusual"

Saul, like every well-read man, had read fifty shades of grey and expected and exciting session of bdsm and stuff as kinky as can be. Instead, Margaret called for him with her soft voice

"Dear, please come closer, closer..."

As Saul got close the woman extended her leg pointing her left foot to Saul's face

"Will you lick it? will you?"

Saul, knowing he was a gigolo now and had to abide the desire of his clients, lick the foot one and two times, each time using his tongue with higher pressure

"Between the toes honey, don't forget to lick between the toes"

Then Saul thrust his tongue between her toes, licking her sweaty foot and wrapping Margaret's toes with her strong and carnal tongue.

"Yes... now put them all in your mouth..."

And he opened her mouth as big as he could, and put her food inside his mouth as deep as he could.