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Smelliest Ladies' Night Ever

By: byronbgeo



PART I

With Beth's thick-soled, fishnet-covered foot just inches from his face, her heel on his bare chest and her toes wiggling, the musty stench was overpowering. It was still had to believe this was really happening to him, although, he realized, it had been weeks in the making. 

"Ready to smell 'em up close?" asked the woman who'd first showed him his new apartment earlier that month. He would have answered that her feet were close enough to his face, if he hadn't been bound naked to the floor and gagged.

The same woman who'd been so kind to him only three weeks before was now informing him how much she wanted him to smell her stinking sweaty feet. He'd never been naked in front of so many women, let alone asked to smell and lick their dirty, sweaty feet. 

He wanted to understand. Why were Beth and her friends tormenting him like this? And why were they laughing at his humiliation? They'd promised it was all in good fun, and he'd even begun to believe it. But it was too late to run. Too late to take it all back. The straps on his ankles and wrists were too tight; and even if he'd pulled free, there were too many of them to keep him from running.

He could hear Beth unzipping her other boot, before producing her other fishnet stockinged foot and crossing it over her other foot. As she wiggled all ten toes, he tried not to breathe in the hot rush of foot odor; but he could only hold his breath about thirty seconds before he'd be compelled to take a deep breath and the stench flooded his nose. 

"I've been soooo looking forward to this," said Beth as she raised her plump foot and brought it squarely down on his face, the ball of her fishnet foot flush against his nostrils. 

To the cheers and applause of the other women in the room, Beth worked both feet into his face, curling her fishnet toes over his nose. The stink was pungent, sweet vinegar sweat with a hint of cheese, from her old ankle boots. He wanted to tell her off but he couldn't even breathe through his mouth much less curse them out. All he could do was sniff her smelly toes, again and again, as she wiggled them over his nose. 

As Beth rubbed her warm, sweaty feet all over his face, his thoughts turned to the weeks before. When did it all go wrong? What had he passed the point of no return? There was a sequence of events; best to start at the beginning.

It had all begun the Saturday he went apartment hunting. He was new to town, having just landed a new job; and he was eager to find a place of his own. Living in a motel wasn't an option. 

One of the first places he'd found was a pair of three-story apartments on a cul-de-sac. They were remote, undeveloped land separating them by at least half a block from other buildings. The owner was a woman by the name of Beth; a gorgeous woman who admitted to being over forty though she didn't look a day over thirty. In her knee -high boots, skirt and blouse, she was an elegant woman, who knew how to make the most of her figure. She said she'd packed on pounds since her modeling days, but she couldn't have seemed more divine.

Beth told him that she wasn't in the habit of renting to men but that she'd consider making an exception. Slipping off her boots, her legs were shapely yet slender as she walked around on the new carpet. 

"You've got to go barefoot to appreciate a carpet like this," she remarked as she pranced around. "It's like a foot massage just walking around." 

Beth wanted to show him the swimming pool and even invited him to take a swim. He was so charmed by her, stealing glances at every opportunity, that he would have agreed to anything she said; but he didn't have a pair of swim trunks on him. "No worries," she replied, a hand to his upper arm, "I've got some men's swim trunks you can wear," she added before running out the door. 

He knew she was much too beautiful and successful to take an interest in him, but he could still imagine her begging him to fuck her. The most he could hope for was a little casual sex, which was more than enough. 

When she returned with a pair of skimpy trunks, he was hesitant to put them on, yet he didn't want to disappoint her. He looked good in swim trunks, so it wasn't an issue. Using the bathroom, he changed into the trunks and emerged to Beth's admiring eyes. She directed him outside and gestured him into the pool area. The water was warm and inviting. 

"With a pool like this to dip into, how could you say no," she said, coquettishly by the pool. He could almost hear whispering from the building, but he thought nothing of it. He was pleased that Beth was pleased. And once he dried off and got dressed, she was waiting for him, pen in hand, to sign the contract.

Beth's assistant Hayley, a Goth chick in her mid twenties - black boots, nails, lipstick and hair in stark contrast to her ivory skin - brought the contract in. He should have read it, because it was a two year lease with a huge penalty for terminating early. It was effectively up to Beth whether someone could move out early or not.

Hayley smirked at Haley's every request, but still managed a wink and a smile for him. Haley wasn't his type, at least not the way Beth was. Beth was perfection. How he looked forward to live in close proximity to her.

Thinking back to that day, he knew he'd been rash. It was desire for Beth that led him astray. He should have been more cautious. It was an all female apartment complex after all. It made no sense to make an exception for him; though, at the time, he wanted to be the exception to the rule.

Moving in was easy enough. He didn't have many belongings. Though seeing how many attractive women lived there, he was convinced he'd never made such a brilliant decision. He marveled at his good fortune, to be one man amongst such beauty. If they weren't conventionally beautiful, they were attractive in a sexually charged way; that or they were ridiculously fit. 

The women were friendly. With four units on each floor, he had three immediate neighbors including Leigh, Jerri who introduced themselves the first day. Surprisingly, they were all too happy to help him move in, quick to carry up boxes and furniture. Leigh was a body-building red-head with startling strength for her five foot six frame; ever casual in her sport shirts, jeans and sneakers. Jerri was a tall brunette, close to five foot eight, who was always in the same ratty old Converse sneakers and jeans shorts. Her long tan legs were a joy to behold and Jerri seemed to love showing them off.

He didn't think twice when Jerri and Leigh also offered to help him unpack. They were quick to open his suitcases and before long they were giggling about where to put his boxer shorts. 

"I figured you for a boxer short kind of guy," said Leigh and a smirk.

"What's wrong with boxers?" remarked Jerri, smiling broadly. "Same thing. "

"I bet he looks good in both," added Leigh with a chuckle. 

"Maybe you'll model them for us, one day," ventured Jerri. 

He'd never been with two women at the same time, and figured it was an invitation for a threesome.

"I'm sure I could be persuaded," he offered. 

"What are you wearing now?" asked Leigh before reaching for his belt buckle, her fingers grazing the skin just inside his briefs.

"Briefs, actually," he replied, slightly crimson at the unexpected advance.

Leigh and Jerri shared a chuckle before rummaging through the rest of his clothes. They talked about dressing him up and trying outfits on him, which seemed appealing enough at the time. They enjoyed touching him and he enjoyed being touched by them.

The other neighbors hadn't introduced themselves, but they always had a smile for him. They made him feel like a sultan visiting his harem. 

Things took a strange turn the day he met Carrie Ann, one of the upstairs neighbors. She was stunning woman in her mid thirties, something of a beauty queen in her own right in her strappy heels and dresses. When she introduced herself, he was at a loss for words. 

"I was looking forward to meeting you," she said, with a warm smile. "Welcome."

"Thanks. I'm thrilled to be here."

"You've been the talk of the building for days now. You'd think they were a bunch of giddy school girls. Then again, it's not every day a cute boy moves in. In fact, I think you're the first. First boy, that is."

He didn't mind being called a boy; though, in retrospect, it may have been demeaning, despite her winning smile.

"There's just something about your look," she continued as she eyed his physique. "I'm sure I can speak for all the ladies here that we're going to enjoy having you. Beth must have known you'd be perfect."

He hadn't seen Beth for days, which was a disappointment; though it was hard to think of her without also thinking of Carrie Ann and all the other women. It was flattering to be considered perfect, though what Carrie told him next should have clued him in.

"You must be fantastic fun at Ladies Nights," she mused with a half smile. "I'm sure you're a hit."

"Ladies Night?" he asked, not clear what she meant.

"Our Ladies Nights are pretty typical," she continued as if she hadn't heard his question. "Though I bet we have a lot more fun than most. We're a wild bunch once we get going. And that's even without all the alcohol."

"You do that here?" he asked, still not sure what it entailed, but not wanting to appear ignorant.

"We have lots of room for it. My unit is actually two floors which is plenty of space for good size crowd. And you seem like a boy who doesn't begrudge some ladies having a good time. Guilt-free and totally wild. I mean, you'd love for women to have a great time?"

"Of course," he answered. He could begrudge Carrie Ann nothing. 

"That's what it is," she remarked, almost to herself. "That quality about you. Beth has an eye for it. It's amazing. Maybe she knew. You're so manageable and willing. You might be just what we need."

He didn't know if it was an insult or not. He took it for a compliment. What man wouldn't be manageable and willing with these women around?

"What would you say to joining our next Ladies Night? You would be so much fun, I know it."

"What would I have to do?"

"It's a Ladies night, silly. You just show up and leave the rest to us. We'll know what to do and we'll do lots of it."

"I just show up?"

"You really are perfect," she remarked, still sizing him up before sliding her fingers down his chest. Her very touch roused him, but all he could do was smile and wish her a great day.

He remembered thinking about Ladies Night and what it meant. It was sexual, for sure. But what would all those women want to do with him? He wouldn't have had the stamina to satisfy all of them. What then was it?

He wanted to ask his neighbors, but felt foolish for asking. It was just something Carrie Ann mentioned and, he figured, it would probably amount to nothing. Or so he thought at the time.

He didn't see Carrie Ann the following day, but Carrie Ann's neighbor Olivia couldn't have seemed more enthused to bump into him near the stairwell.

"You must be our new neighbor," she remarked, a woman with pleasing-enough looks and a casual manner that instantly put him at ease. 

"And happy to be here," headed.

"Thanks, by the way, for volunteering for Ladies Night," she said. "It's unusal to get such a willing and enthusiastic volunteer but it's a welcome change. Nice to have a guy who can appreciate the importance of letting us women have some real raw fun. It can be so hard to find the right guys - cute and easy to manage - but Carrie said you'd be perfect and I see what she means. Not so much your look but something else."

"Willing and manageable," he suggested, remembering Carrie's description.

Olivia's smile widened. She might not have been beautiful but her grin was a charmer. "That's it exactly. Obliging. You know? Like you were meant to show up at our door for us. It's so hard to find guys who won't make a big fuss about it and let us just have a little naughty, hilarious fun. I mean we don't have these events that often so we like to make them count. I mean really count. Make the most of our time with you. It is Ladies Night, which is our night. So it's about us and about what we want. Seems like you understand that, which is more than I can say for most guys." 

He was thrilled to have said the right thing. He had no clear idea of Ladies Night but at least they seemed grateful to have involved.

"I mean it's our night, isn't it?" she asked. "Are we supposed to feel guilty about some good clean fun?"

"Of course not," he answered.

"We don't need some jerk telling us what we can and cannot do when we go to all the trouble of planning it all. And why do we do it? To have fun, and have as much fun as we want. And why shouldn't we have all the fun we want?"

"Of course," he answered.

"No limits, Just possibilities," added Olivia.

He smiled, but it was all she needed. 

"What a relief to get a guy who doesn't always have to have something to say," she continued. "Around here, we hate guys who complain and throw their weight around."

Olivia took her hands to his shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Ladies Night won't come soon enough. We deserve a quality guy like you."

It was with the right compliments that they lured him in, he remembered. If only he'd known, it wouldn't have been too late to move out in the night and never return. But, at the time, he was ready to offer himself up to whatever they had in mind.

"Will you be there?" he asked her.

"With you as our special guest, honey, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Olivia gave him a playful pat on the rear end before leaping up the stairs in her flats.

With every passing day, he felt luckier than ever. The women he saw smiled even more when they saw him and, when they were in a group, giggled amongst themselves. He'd never had that kind of effect on women before.

When he saw Leigh next, she couldn't keep from grinning.

"This is so awesome," she yelped, grabbing him by the shoulders and giving his arms a squeeze. Before proceeding to cup his groin and give it a gently squeeze too. He had a full erection in seconds, which Leigh thought hilarious. 

Victoria, one of the other downstairs neighbors, was walking out when she observed the situation and chuckled.

"Getting grabby already?" asked Victoria. Victoria must have been in her early forties, but she took good care of herself. She was classically feminine in skirt, hose and heels but, with her hoarse voice, had an air of world-weariness that was surprisingly sexy.

"That's not grabby," said Leigh with a giggle as she grabbed his belt buckle and quickly plunged a hand down his shorts. He lurched back in surprise but Leigh already had a firm grasp on his fully erect manhood.

"Things are stiffening up around here," she said to Victoria with a chuckle.

"I'm sure they are," said Victoria, her eyes fixed on him as she approached. "I don't think I've seen the women here so excited. Just having you was thrill enough, to think we get to play with you on Ladies Night. Well, it's all anyone talks about."

While Leigh held firm his cock, Victoria took a hand to his arm, gliding her fingers up to his neck and cheek.

"He totally volunteered for it, would you believe" said Leigh. "Which makes it more awesome, considering what he's in for now."

"Beth knows how to pick them," remarked Victoria. "It takes a lot of arm twisting to get a guy willing to offer himself up for Ladies Night but I heard there was no hesitation."

As Leigh squeezed his cock, he didn't want it to end. He would have done anything they asked of him.

"It takes a special guy to understand that it's about us and what we want, to offer himself up just so we ladies can have a great time. No complaints and demands. No trying to manipulate and control. Just leaving everything to us to do whatever we want. It's our night to be ourselves, after all."

He nodded. He wanted to tell them whatever they wanted to hear.

"He's so perfect," said Leigh. "Minimal training."

"Let's hope so," noted Victoria with a half smile. "But he is a man, after all. They all need a bit of work. It's just a matter of how much work. A typical male doesn't make it easy and they always fight it."

"True," said Leigh. "You wouldn't believe these stupid guys. They agree to it but it's always a struggle. I mean, why agree to it if you fight us on everything? It's our night, you know?"

"A little struggle is part of the fun, though" concluded Victoria, giving him a pat on the rear before walking outside in her heels. 

"Definitely," agreed Leigh as she released his cock. He staggered back, his will power sapped.

Leigh wiped her hand on his shirt and gave his nipple a tweak before leaping off. 

The situation was embarrassing yet exciting. He didn't know what to do think of how aggressive these women were becoming. No women had ever grabbed him by his cock upon first meeting him, and he loved it.

A day later, he was returning home when someone called out to him from above. It was Carrie Ann's balcony and she and another neighbor, Camille, were seated at a table sharing a few drinks. Camille wasn't anywhere near as breathtaking as Carrie Ann was but she was sophisticated and attractive and in a more casual, energized way. She worked with Carrie Ann at a fashion magazine and lived across the courtyard in the other building along with seven other women. 

"You must be our gift for Ladies' Night," she called down to him. 

He nodded. It was all still too surreal to know what to think.

"You must be excited," she added.

He nodded again.

"A man of few words," she said with a laugh. "That makes a nice change. We can do without all the sass and attitude. Frankly, I'm all for taping their mouths shut."

Camille laughed loudly. 

"It's going to be a fantastic turnout," explained Carrie Ann with a broad grin. "I haven't asked everyone yet, but judging from all the early enthusiasm, I'm sure everyone here is in."

"And I think some of the gals at work will love to join in," said Camille. 

"The more the merrier," said Carrie Ann. 

"Even Haley was talking about bringing her friend," said Camille, "and she never gets excited about anything."

"Goth girls wanting to have some uninhibited fun?"

Carrie Ann leaned down over the balcony.

"Lucky for you it's going to be a pretty good size group, which should really be interesting."

"I'm sure we can make it more interesting," retorted Camille.

"It'll be as interesting as we want it to be," answered Carrie Ann. " It's all completely up to us."

Camille and Carrie Ann turned to another and, speaking in shushed tones, shared another laugh. 

He was beginning to have doubts. What had he agreed to do? It was thrilling but still frightening at the same time. What did they have planned for him that they didn't want to hear him complaining?

For a few days, he'd been greeted with beaming smiles and was the subject of conspiratorial laughter. It was beginning to feel a little humiliating, being the subject of conversation and whispered jokes. 

One of the girls in an adjacent building was standing at a balcony with some friends, presumably from a sports team. They were giggling and waving at him with what appeared to be their socks. He waved back, which caused an eruption of girlish glee. 

It was several days later that he finally got an inkling of what they all had planned for him. He's seen Megan, pretty and bespectacled girl in her mid twenties, and Ashley before but hadn't exchanged words until the day he bumped into them near the mailboxes. They greeted him with the usual smiles and conspiratorial glances before Megan, in her usual slacks and high heel loafers, raised her foot to a railing, a hand to her bare ankle.


Smelliest Ladies' Night Ever



Ashley, a Bohemian girl in her early twenties given to wearing skirts and Ugg boots, broke into laughter, practically doubling over. 

"I'm sorry," said Ashley, once she caught her breath. "I knew I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face when I saw you."

He blushed, embarrassed by the while situation. Had this all been an elaborate joke on him?

"We were just talking about you'd be doing and ..." continued Ashley before breaking into a fit of giggles.

"What?" he asked, nervously.

"It's her first Ladies Night," explained Megan. Before turning to Ashley. "I was trying to explain that he volunteered for it. Quite enthusiastically, from what I hear."

"He volunteered for it?" asked Ashley in disbelief. 

"He's a hundred percent in," said Megan. "Which makes a nice change to have a guy making a wonderful, selfless gesture and holding to it, no matter what. He's one of the good ones. No false promises and bullshit, which I know we ALL hate. Just offering himself up so we can really have some fun. But if you're not up for it, Ashley, you don't have to join in."

"Oh, I'm totally up for it," said Ashley, regaining her composure. "I just don't know why he'd want to spend that much time with the soles of my nasty dirty feet. I mean, why would he want me rubbing my dirty feet all over his face?"

He didn't understand what he was hearing. 

"It's not that he wants to spend that much time on your dirty feet, it's that he's willing to spend as much time on them as you want, if that's what you want. It's Ladies Night. It's what I want and what you want. You want him at our feet? "

"Of course. If he can stand the smell," Ashley added with a chuckle. "Would he have to smell 'em too?"

"It's not about what he wants. He's agreed to what YOU want. That's the point. If you want it, that's all that matters."

"I want it," confirmed Ashley. 

"That's better," replied Megan.

"They'll be like totally cheesy," said Ashley.

"What am I doing?" he asked. He liked a pretty pair of feet as much as the next guy, but all this talk of smelly, dirty feet was putting him off.

"I shouldn't be telling you anything," explained Megan, but since Ashley couldn't keep her mouth shut, you at least know you'll be spending a lot of quality time under the soles of our feet."

Ashley giggled again. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to restrain herself. 

"Dirty, nasty feet," said Sierra, Megan's friend from the other building, who'd just joined the conversation. She was a full figured girl who, like Megan, was also bespectacled and took to wearing pants and loafers. 

"Exactly," said Ashley.

"Speak for yourselves," remarked Megan with a grin.

"I'm sure your toes don't smell like roses," declared Sierra.

"Hardly. I know I get smelly feet. but I wouldn't call them nasty," answered Megan.

"Does he, like, have to lick 'em and stuff," asked Ashley.

"Would you like him to?" asked Sierra.

"Of course," declared Ashley with enough emphasis to make Sierra and Megan laugh. "They get pretty dirty though."

"This is your chance to do what you want," explained Sierra." You want him licking the soles of your feet, then this is the night for it."

"He'll like ... smell 'em too?"

"Your feet'll be in his face," answered Sierra, sniggering. "I don't think he'll have much choice."

"So he'll totally smell them?" asked Ashley, unable to keep a straight face.

"If you've got your toes on his nose," said Sierra.

"Do you have a foot odor problem we don't know about?" queried Megan with a smirk.

"Do you want him to smell your feet?" asked Sierra.

"Hell, yeah," confirmed Ashley. The others laughed.

He was getting nervous, just listening to the conversation. This was not what he had in mind. How could he tell them he was no longer interested. It's not as if he agreed to anything anyway. They thought he did.

"Now that's the take-charge Girl's Night attitude you need," said Sierra, giving Ashley a hug. "When you want it, go for it. You want him to sell your toes, that's what Ladies Night is for."

"Don't get me wrong," said Ashley. "I really love this, but I kinda feel bad for the guy. I mean, my feet seriously get super stinky by the end of the work day. I mean, seriously gross."

"He made his full commitment and he's ready to go," said Megan. "He agreed to what we wanted. And thank god he's not a typical flaky guy 'cause there's the risk of telling the boys too much and scaring them off. But he agreed to what we want and this is what we want."

He was going to express concerns about the foot theme, but couldn't get a word in.

"I figure," began Sierra, "that seeing we got the perfect guy for this kind of thing - low maintenance, accommodating, ready for anything we cook up - we really go for broke and make a stinky foot competition of it. Make it more memorable, you know? I mean, he asked for it, and how often does that happen? He wanted this and we should really get the most out of it."

Ashley was all giggles.

"It's only worth it if you can get your feet super stinky," added Sierra. "And seeing how he was so eager to offer himself up to us and so totally cool he is about the whole thing,, our feet in his face and all. I say let's make full use of him and really have some nasty, stinky, cheesy fun with it."

"You want a competition 'cause you'll win," concluded Megan with a toothy grin. "I like it though. You should bring it up with Carrie Ann."

"Stinky foot competition?" asked Ashley, not believing what she was hearing. "Seriously?"

"I mean, my feel'll be super nasty regardless, but I think everyone would have more fun if they made a little more effort."

"You're right," said Megan, reflective. "Being casual is what it's all about, but that extra effort beforehand always pays off bigtime."

"Besides, a guy like him wouldn't be all in if he didn't consider the possibility of us women getting all raunchy and nasty with him. It's what they all want anyway, even if they won't admit it. And a guy this enthusiastic about Ladies Night, and us having fun with him, must want it bad."

"So true," mused Megan. "We might as well get the most out of it. He did sign up for it."

He wanted nothing of the sort, backing away. He was feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Megan observed him and smiled. "Don't look so worried. It's gonna be lots of fun."

"With our nasty feet in his face?" asked Ashley with a giggle.

"We're so lucky to have him," noted Megan, " thanks to Beth. And to think he lives here, which is soooo convenient. "

"Think about it this way," Sierra said to Ashley. "He's here for us and for you. "

Ashley nodded before grinning. "And our cheesy feet?"

"You're really ready for this," noted Sierra.

"You bet," answered Ashley with a broad grin.

"It's about taking what you want," added Sierra, grabbing his crotch and squeezing tight.

"Girl power," exclaimed Ashley.

"Woman power," corrected Sierra as they walked off, sharing a conspiratorial giggle, presumably at his expense.

Nerves soon got the better of him, and he kept mostly to his apartment, when he wasn't coming to and from work. He was thinking long and hard about how to bring up the subject with Carrie Ann. She had set everything in motion and so she could put an end to it. 

Mounting the stairs a few evenings later, he prepared to knock when she opened the door first.

"I heard you coming up," she noted with a disarming smile. The rest of the world didn't exist when he gazed upon her. It wouldn't be so bad if it were her feet in his face. It couldn't be disgusting. She seemed so clean.

"You must be wondering about Ladies Night," she remarked with a playful grin. "You know that's supposed to be a surprise, silly. It's for us to know and for you to try to be more patient. "Oh, why can't boys be more patient?" she added, poking him playfully in the chest.

He was about to raise his concerns when she continued talking.

"You weren't supposed to know about the foot theme. It was going to be a fun surprise for you. It seems the more our boys know what to expect, the more they can't wait for it. Needless to say, our foot theme is the most popular by far, for us ladies, which is one reason why we do it. We were excited about having you here and wanted everyone to get a chance to really enjoy you. And seeing how they all love having fun with their feet, it was a way to bring everyone in and for you to meet everyone. The other reason was that's it's been months and months since we've had a proper foot themed Ladies Night and I think everyone's been so hungry for it. "

"Does it have to be a foot theme?" he asked.

"I suppose the vote could have been different, but lucky for you it's a night of feet. And I'm looking forward to having you get to know my feet. They'll be extra flavorful for you, I promise. Maybe not as flavorful as some, but I'll do what I can seeing that the Ladies Night will probably be on a weekday which means I'll have been on my feet most of the day. Sierra and Jerri get a little more hardcore about it since they've got that foot club an all and I can tell you, they've been pushing for a foot theme for weeks."

He was about to express his concerns again when she continued talking.

"I should thank you for being so wonderful about it. For wanting to do it and for not trying to push for something you want. You wouldn't believe how some guys think they can create the Ladies Night they want as if it were about them. So I appreciate that you haven't been complaining and being pushy and trying to steer things a certain way. You left it to us to decide how to play with you. It's just confirmation that you're the right one or this and for us, and I know everyone else feels the same way. So thank you for being so sweet and supportive of the whole idea and leaving it to us to plan our night. And we're working on planning a truly memorable event. A Ladies Night to remember." 

"If you'd rather choose someone else," he suggested.

"My, you really are self-sacrificing. I love how you prioritize what we want. If only they could all be like you. To be honest, anyone else would be a huge disappointment for them. Myself included. We've all been wanting to get to know you better. And, besides, it's always good fun to get our hands on a new guy. The ladies have spoken, and by the rules of Ladies Night, you're our boy, by popular demand. I'm sure we'd have a riot on our hands otherwise. "

He was at a loss for words. How was he going to get out of this without creating a riot?

"Their feet will be smelly?" he asked.

Carrie Ann shrugged. "Probably. It's their feet after all. But you won't know what you get 'till the shoes come off. About all I can promise is a memorable night with a strong possibility of it being a smelly one too."

Carrie Ann smirked before turning to return to her apartment when a door opened to reveal Olivia.

"I heard you talking out here," she remarked. "Talking about feet, seems like Jamie and the others have been drumming up some interest in their volleyball team. "

"I told you they love the foot themed nights," declared Carrie Ann, pleased with herself.

"Yeah, well if you like big feet," said Olivia. "Then Ladies Night just got a lot more exciting. I'm talkin' size 10s at least. Fun group too. Very physical and hands on."

"Wonderful news," exclaimed Carrie Ann. "This gets better and better. Should be a great night."

"And for him, a very smelly one," said Olivia. 

"Smelly?" he murmured to himself.

"Of course," replied Camille with a giggle. "It's feet we're talking about."

"And they're going to smell even more like feet," said Olivia, holding her fingers to her nose.

"He was wondering how long he'd have to wait," said Camille.

"That's supposed to be a surprise," replied Olivia.

"I told him," said Carrie Ann before closing her door.

"We could break a record for most women to attend a Ladies Night," Olivia told him before turning to the stairs, her hand grazing his stomach down to his inner thigh. "I'm sure we're looking forward to it as much as you are."

Bounding down the stairs, she disappeared, leaving him to ponder the sheer futility of raising objections. Was there no diplomatic solution?

The situation only got worse, he remembered. He was walking to his building through the central courtyard when a group of young women in volleyball gear were whooping it up on the path. There must have been at least six of them. 

Spotting him, they cheered and jogged in his direction before crowing around him. He got nervous. Was this how it started?

They were all tall, long legs and mischievous smirks; strong, he figured too. But all he could think of was Olivia saying they had big feet, which they did. 

"I'm Jamie," said one of them, one of the shortest at five foot seven, her hand extended. He took her hand. "This is Morgan and that's Lacey," she added, pointing to a couple of the girls, their features attractive despite toothy grins. Oh, and Eva, Kayla and Lindsey."

There were all close to his height, which was five eleven and two of them were taller. It was a little intimidating.

"Is this him?" asked Kayla, a big-boned girl with strong features, hands at her hips as she sized him up. 

"He really wants our feet?" asked Lindsey, tall and slender, her smile always faintly mocking.

"So?" replied Jamie. "It's gonna be a blast."

"That's cool," declared Kayla. "My feet are his problem not mine."

The girls giggled and cheered, still surrounding him.

"So when do we get to check him out?" asked Morgan, a tall shapely girl with long blond hair. They were all very healthy, solidly built girls.

Morgan grabbed at his shirt, lifting it up, to the cheers and catcalls of the others.

"All in good time," declared Jamie cheerfully. 

"He's not a complainer is he?" asked Lacey.

"They said he's pretty cool with it all," said Jamie, " which is pretty amazing considering all the stinky feet and all."

The girls couldn't keep from laughing.

"And he'll, like, lick my sweaty feet and all?" asked Lindsey, eyes brightening. 

"And no complaints," confirmed Lacey. "Cause guys always complain about my feet and I hate it."

"This is our night, remember?" posed Morgan. "He doesn't get to complain. He just does what we want."

The girls loved this and applauded and howled with delight.

The tallest girl, Eva, stepped close and grabbed his pants, peering inside.

"No peeking," insisted Jamie.

"Then what do we get to do?" asked Eva, her feet bigger than his.

Kayla stepped close and pinched his buttocks. "How 'bout that."

The others converged on him, knocking him to the ground as they took turns pinching his buttocks, laughing wildly and chanting as a few of them even took to patting his behind as he lay on the ground. 

He saw them all race off to the building, enthused and rowdy. He was already feeling humiliated. Could it get much worse?

Another day passed when, as ill luck would have it, he didn't manage to get to his apartment without bumping into one of the women. This time it was three. Sierra was approaching Camille and Olivia who were descending the stairs. 

They all smiled when they saw him.

"Well?" asked Sierra. "What's the verdict?"

"It's on, of course. Everyone loved the idea. Victoria, Carrie Ann."

Sierra leaped in the air and howled with delight.

"What's that?" he asked of Olivia who was standing nearby.

"She and her friends were asking about a stinky foot competition," explained Olivia with matter-of-fact composure. "The planning committee saw no reason why not. It's a pretty deliciously raunchy idea which everyone'll love."

"Seems we need to get the word out, so everyone knows and can prepare for it," declared Camille. "I'm thinking I should probably bring clothespins for our noses."

Olivia laughed. 

It was only getting worse, and Sierra's jubilant enthusiasm was making him nauseous. She bounded up the stairs, eager to share the news.

"I'm sure everyone will know soon enough," noted Olivia.

"And I've been talking about it with some friends at work and at least three of them are really intrigued and can't wait," said Camille.

"That's good news," concluded Olivia.

"It's so great to see everyone so excited about this," said Camille. "I don't know why we didn't think of a competition before."

"A little incentive for all of us to have some wicked fun with it," explained Olivia before standing close to him, grabbing him by the belt buckle.

Megan, Ashley and Sierra were already assembled at the top of the stairs.

"What is the incentive?" asked Megan.

"Winner gets him all to herself for a weekend," explained Camille.

"Two weekends," chimed in Sierra.

"Alright, two weekends," agreed Camille. The women upstairs applauded.

"Four runners up will get different amounts of foot worship, seeing how everyone seems to love that."

Megan and Sierra applauded.

The noise brought Leigh and Jerri from their apartments. 

"You got the news?" yelled Jerri, beaming joyously.

"It's on," howled Sierra. "Your feet will never outstink mine."


"We'll see," replied Jerri with a chuckle. She was wearing the same old Converse sneakers without socks. It horrified him to think about the state of her feet. Then again, Sierra was always wearing loafers without socks. Their feet must have smelled awful enough even without them trying to get them extra nasty. 

"There should be prizes for everyone," chimed in Leigh. The mood was getting increasingly convivial, terrifyingly so.

Carrie Ann and Victoria also appeared at the top of the stairs. 

"Sounds like the decision went over well," she observed with a broad grin. "All I can say, Sierra, is beware the competition."

Everyone applauded.

"Smelliest Ladies Night ever," said Leigh, much to everyone's amusement.

"We're getting new members for the foot club," announced Sierra to Jerri.

He didn't even see Leigh approach him. By the time she had her hand down his pants, it was too late. His cock was hard and in her firm grip.

"When I win this, your dick is mine," she whispered to him. Considering she was always in her scuffed Pumas without socks, he wouldn't have been surprised if she won.

"You mean IF you win this?" asked Jerri of Leigh. "Which you won't."

Jerri reached for his balls and squeezed gently. "He'll belong to me," she confirmed before releasing his balls and stepping away.

For all his attempts to keep to himself, he never thought he'd be stuck in the middle of such a raucous celebration. With Leigh's hand once again wrapped firmly over his cock.

It was Olivia who noticed Leigh's hand down his pants and winked before sliding her hand inside the back of his pants to give his bare buttocks a squeeze. 

"Nice ass," she said with a chuckle before walking to the stairs. Others left for their apartments except for Sierra, Jerri and Leigh. 

"Hope you like stinky feet," remarked Leigh with a chuckle as she released his cock.

"It's more fun when they don't." explained Sierra, sharking a smirk with Jerri. "I'll let the others know," she announced before stepping outside.

"Stinky feet," muttered Leigh to herself with a chuckle as she walked to her apartment. Jerri joined her and whispered something that made Leigh burst into laughter.

The humiliation was worse by the day. They meant it when they said it was about them not him. Fun for them, but degrading for him.

Another work day passed and he crossed the courtyard form the parking lot only to be taunted with the usual hoots and hollers from the volleyball girls in the other building.

They called down to him from the balcony.

"You ready for some stinky feet?" asked Morgan, who was standing next to Kayla and Lacey. 

"Poor guy," said Lacey with a chuckle. "Getting' our dirty feet."




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Jamie and Kayla ran from the building dressed in sweats and sneakers, amused by his predicament. "Sounds like you'll be getting some extra smelly feet."

"You'll get a noseful with these bad girls," said Kayla, pointing to her size 12 Converse. "Will I get to have him lick 'em clean."

"He'll do what we want," noted Jamie, her arms crossed with triumphant superiority.

"And between the toes too?" asked Kayla. "All the toe jam?"

"If you want," answered Jamie. 

"Then I'm not washing my feet for days," affirmed Kayla.

"Just wear the same socks," said Jamie. 

"Or no socks at all," suggested Lindsey who'd just appeared, wearing a toothy grin. "That's what I'm doing." Lindsey was, in fact, already wearing Nikes without socks. "My faves."

"One of us has to win that competition," insisted Kayla.

"If one of us wins, we ALL get to use him," suggested Jamie.

"Those are good odds," said Lindsey.

"They're better odds if you stop cleaning your feet," said Kayla.

"Yeah. No more cleaning our feet," suggested Jamie. "And we should have an extra long practice beforehand."

"I'd like to see him not complain when he does our stinky feet," said Morgan from the balcony.

"He'll be gagged," explained Jamie.

"Not when he's cleaning between our dirty toes," answered Morgan.

Kayla and Lindsey made faces before sharing a laugh. "Ewww, toe jam," remarked Lindsey.

"He'll eat it?" asked Kayla with a broad grin.

He was backing away but the girls were following him, smacking him on his behind. Upon turning around, Kayla grabbed his crotch, to the cheers of the other girls. 

"Stink up those feet and we'll win and get to play with him all the time," exclaimed Jamie before sliding her hand down the front of his pants and grabbing hold of his erect manhood.

The girls cheered and clapped.

"A trick Leigh taught me," explained Jamie. "If you want it, grab it." 

"If you get your hand in there, you can grab his balls," she suggested, and the two girls converged on him, their hands to his chest and legs, as he got pushed to the ground, Kayla and Lindsey fighting over who got to slide a hand down his pants.

"Behave," said Beth from the path. 

Kayla and Lindsey jumped to their feet while Kayla, still holding his cock, released it and stood up too. 

With his pants almost coming off, he pulled them up and got to his feet.

"It's not Ladies Night now," said Beth with a smile. "At that rate he'll wind up naked, like those other poor boys you invite over and chase around. Not that I'd mind. But some things are worth waiting for."

"It's gonna be awesome," said Jamie. 

"I hope so," mused Beth as the three girls raced back into their building.

"Well, girls will be girls," she said with a chuckle." But maybe you should stop provoking them, cutie."

"I was walking to my apartment," he protested.

"Everything's gotten to a fever pitch. I had no idea how popular Ladies Night would get once we gave the greenlight on stinky feet. Well, you can't blame them for manhandling you a bit. I'm looking forward to manhandling you too. Well, womanhandling you. And having you work on my feet. I think you'll really like how they smell after four days in these boots and hose. I think about you licking my soles. I don't get that done often enough."

If only the other women were as classy as Beth. If only it could have been a Ladies Night for two. 

"Thanks for offering yourself up for this. We promise to have lots and lots of fun with you."

Beth smiled before squeezing his chin. "It's like destiny. You were meant for this."

She walked off before he had a chance to express his concerns. The girls on the balcony were sniggering and he thought it best to get back to his apartment.

That, however, was a week before Beth's vinegar-smelling feet were sliding over his face, her toes clutching at his nose. He's adored her until she saw fit to humiliate him along with all her friends. He could have run for it and never come back. Why didn't he, he wondered.

Earlier that Friday evening, he was beginning to feel relieved that no one had so much as mentioned Ladies Night since the previous week. He'd begun to suspect that it had been a bizarre joke; that or some kind of hazing ritual. If they didn't mention it, he wasn't going to say a word about it.

Perhaps it had been all too quiet around the apartment complex. Even the volleyball girls simply smiled when he passed by. He could hear titters, but it was fine as long as they were racing out to harass him.

It was Carrie Ann who called him, saying she needed help with a light bulb. She was frantic and he was quick to race outside to save the day. It was only as he mounted the stairs that he questioned the request. Was it really just a light bulb in need of fixing or something more? He heard footsteps upstairs and froze to listen. It was too quiet. Perhaps he could assess the situation from the open door. 

Walking to Carrie Ann's door he knocked. After a few seconds, Carrie Ann opened the door. "Oh, thank God. I can't reach the light and I can't see a thing."

He peered into the room. There was enough light to reveal an empty room. There was no one lying in wait. "Where is everyone tonight?" he asked. "Oh, Megan's birthday. At least most of them are out celebrating."

Carrie Ann produced a new bulb. 'If you wouldn't mind," she asked.

He nodded and entered the apartment, grabbing the chair before positioning it under the ceiling lamp. Mounting the lamp, he removed the old bulb and replaced it with the new one. As the light turned on, there was a resounding cheer. Several women jumped up from behind the sofa, and others poured in from the kitchen and back rooms. Beth, Olivia and Camille were at the railing on the second level. 

Carrie Ann double locked the door before standing with her arms crossed. Everyone was applauding and cheering.

He blushed red as he climbed down from the chair.

"Are you surprised?" said Beth from above. 

"It had to be when you least suspected it," explained Carrie Ann, She looked ravishing in her dress, but he couldn't help but think how sweaty and awful smelling her feet must be in her strappy pumps, worn without hose. 

They all wanted him to smell their feet and they'd probably gone to a lot of trouble to get them extra sweaty and foul-smelling. He panicked and turned to the front door.

Carrie Ann grabbed him. "Ready for the unveiling?"

The women howled with enthusiasm, stomping their feet and clapping in unison.

"Alright, girls," announced Beth from above. "Jamie. Morgan. You've been wanting to strip him for weeks. What are you waiting for?"

Jamie, Lacey, Morgan, Kayla, Lindsey and Eva were still sweaty from volleyball practice as they converged on him with squeals of delight, knocking him to the floor before grabbing at his shirt. 

The other women were crowding around as the girls from the volleyball squad starting pulling and tugging at his clothes, pulling him straight though he'd tried curling into a ball. He begged them to stop but they grabbed him hungrily, tearing his shirt as they yanked it up to his head.

As the girls were struggling with his belt, the other women coached them on. "Come on. Get him naked," and "Hurry up already."

They'd managed to pull his arms over his head. He squirmed to get free, but they'd completely overpowered him. The girls were strong, not to mention there were six of them.

The women were chanting: "Strip, strip, strip, strip."

"The belt is stuck," said Jamie.

Once they'd straightened him out, Kayla sat astride his chest, facing him as she held him down, his shirt pulled up over his head so he could see the room full of women, sheering and laughing, enjoying his humiliation.

At last, Jamie unfastened the belt, to the deafening cheers of the others. He squirmed but Eva and Morgan were holding onto his feet too tightly.

It was the Goth girl, Haley and her friend Caitlin, both dressed in black and Caitlin with a wisp of purple in her hair, laughing as the two of them began tugging at his pants. Jamie pulled at the zipper until it gave, Haley and Caitlin slipping his pants down to his ankles to the resounding catcalls and howls.

It was Beth who stood above him and grabbed his boxers with both hands before yanking them down his legs, the room erupting into howls of delight and peals of laughter. He could feel his entire body flush crimson, which only intensified the good humor of his tormentors.

It was a matter of seconds before the girls eased his pants and boxers off his feet until he was only wearing his dress socks. As Beth held aloft his boxers, the women cheered.

"When he came here," she began, "I knew we had to keep him and enjoy him. I'm impressed by how restrained you've been for weeks, but that's all over."

"Now let's all have some fun," Beth declared. "Let Ladies Night begin."

The roar was deafening as the women crowded around him, touching and poking him as he was held down spread eagle on the floor. Hands clasped his already erect manhood, humiliation fading in the rush of sexual excitement. 

As women grabbed his legs and arms, he was hoisted up into the air and eased down near the sofa before being slung over it, his arms pulled so that his rear end was exposed to the entire room. There were more catcalls and howls as women grabbed, scratched and pinched him everywhere, hands grappling for his cock and balls, occasionally with an enthusiasm that was painful for him. It was a free for all, and he was just a piece of meat on display. 

Someone slapped his buttocks hard enough to make him wince. The women erupted in gales of laughter and applause. Again, he was slapped hard while others continued to feel him up everywhere. 

"Just look how soft and plump his rear end is," said Olivia. "Who doesn't want to give it a slap?"

Someone slapped him, not too hard.

"Slap him so we can all hear it," insisted Olivia who seemed to have a taste for giving pain. "Like this," she said before demonstrating, slapping him so hard, he lurched forward.

He was slapped hard again and again, until a few women eased his legs apart, his balls dangling precariously as they began laying into him, his behind smarting from the pain of one slap after another. 

Every now and then, someone would give us balls a squeeze or a tug, or feel up his legs and arms. His vulnerability was his greatest fear. 

His rear end was soon numb from the pain as the slaps continued, some harder than others. 

"Did everyone get a turn?" asked Camille.

"Not us," yelled an unfamiliar voice. And so continued the slaps until Camille was sure everyone had their fill of spanking him. Some, including Haley and Caitlin stepped up for seconds, giving his rear end some good hard slaps before Camille called for a game of "pin the tail."

It was an adhesive they used, but for a good fifteen minutes, women took turns walking up blindfold and jabbing things onto his back and rear end. Endurance had overtaken humiliation as he sat stooped over the sofa. Hands grabbed him, his cock and balls repeatedly fondled at every opportunity.

To the cheers and titters of the women, he was pulled from the sofa and held out. He couldn't see the women he'd met. He could only see their twisted grins and open, laughing mouths as he was put on display; hands grabbing him, his testicles and cock examined more closely.

"He's adorable in only his dress socks," remarked a woman he'd never met.

"We love 'em in dress socks," explained Carrie Ann with a smile. "It's a fun look."

The women sniggered as they pointed and squeezed. "Nice muscles," noted Victoria as she squeezed his arms and legs. "Soft skin," said Beth, her hand brushing his chest and stomach. As much as he wanted her fingers on his cock, she narrowly avoided it, her fingernails grazing his legs instead.

It was Haley who reached up under her dark skirt and pulled off her panties. She approached, barely able to restrain her merriment as she raised her panties up.

The women could see the mischievous look on Haley's face and hooted and cheered wildly, urging her to put her panties on his head.

"I've been wearing these all week," she admitted, to the groans of disgust.

He turned his head away. It wasn't the smell but more the humiliation of a woman's dirty panties on his head. 

"I've been wearing mine all week too," said her friend Caitlin who'd just removed her panties from under her skirt and approached.

Haley slid her panties over his head and, with a chuckle, pulled the crotch end right over his nose. 

Everyone cheered.

"I like that look too," remarked Carrie Ann, unable to restrain her own mirth at the humiliating touch.

Caitlin smiled when she slid her panties over Haley's, adjusting the crotch so it was also close to his nose.

He could smell the musky scent of urine and pussy juice. It was a heady aroma, very pungent. 

The women whistled and catcalled at the audacity of Caitlin and Haley so early in the evening. Haley only intensified the amusement by taken the crotch end of her panties and pressing it up against his nostrils, ordering him to "take a good whiff, bitch."

"Look, he's still hard," exclaimed Ashley, pointing at his erect cock. "He must like it."

It was Victoria who removed her panties next and slid them over his head, adjusting them to maximize the stench. "I can smell them from here," she said, making a face.

As Jamie and Lacey amused themselves by slapping his cock around, Morgan ran to her purse and retrieved a stick of lipstick. "It's missing something," she declared before proceeding to write on his stomach in hot pink.

She wrote: "GIRLS RULE."

Everyone cheered.

Others approached, bearing lipstick, to try their hand at graffiti art on his body. Kayla wrote "BITCH," Olivia wrote "STUPID MALE," while Jerri wrote "I LOVE SMELLY FEET" on his chest. The room erupted with laughter. 

"Speaking of smelly feet, when's he gonna smell ours?" yelled Sierra. The question was met with a deafening cheer. 

"Is it already time for the competition?" asked Beth. The women screamed their approval. 

"We've been getting our feet ready for days and we want to try them out," explained Megan. 

"He's gonna smell our stinky feet," said Ashley with a giggle.

 

PART II

As he was pulled to the ground, it was the muscled Leigh, along with a few of her body builder friends, Alex and Bobbi, who grappled with him and dragged him to a cluster of chairs near the sofa, pulling him spread eagle as Jerri, Sierra and two girls from their foot club - Margo and Amber - began applying the restraints to his wrists and ankles, using the furniture to keep him secure. 

Confident that he was unable to break free, the women stepped away, except for Leigh who gave his cock a few tugs and then a slap, much to everyone's amusement. She then turned and slapped him hard on the cheek, which stung. "You like that, bitch," said Leigh before slapping his cheek again and standing up.

Struggle as he might, he couldn't bring his legs together or pull his arms free. He was helplessly spread eagle and never more vulnerable. 

As if to test out the bonds, Camille slid her fingernails under his armpits and tickled him. He squirmed but could barely move. Olivia and Leigh joined in, finding sensitive spots to tickle him. It was the sheerest torture, but he could barely arch his back much less wriggle free.

"It's secure," confirmed Olivia, who enjoyed watching his agonize over her fingernails on his legs.

"Would you believe we got no lip from him the entire time?" noted Carrie Ann. There was a smattering of applause. "Now that's the kind of boy we love playing with on Ladies Night. No attitude and no complaints."

Others cheered wildly. But everything had happened so fast, he didn't know what to say.

"He shuts up and takes what we dish out," added Camille. "I love it."

"Here's to boys who shut their mouths, know their place and do what we want," roared Olivia. The response was deafening with more applause and stomping of feet.

Haley removed the panties from his head and shoved them in his mouth. There was more applause.

"Stinky feet are a good test," said Sherri. "Seems you can't shove your feet in their faces without them saying something."

"This one's different," declared Megan. 


"Yeah, we can walk all over him and he just puts up with it," said Ashley as she stepped on his chest with her Ugg boots, before pressing the sole of her boot against his face, must to everyone's amusement. He turned his head away, but she wanted the filthy sole of her foot on his face.

A few other women, some in heels and others in sneakers stepped on his legs and chest. Two attractive women friends of Carrie Ann at work - Michelle in knee-high boots and Sophie in clunky heels - pressed and prodded his balls and cock with their shoes. 

Kayla in her Converse, Lindsey in her Nikes, and Morgan in her Asics, were among the women who took turns stepping on him everywhere. Kayla and Morgan giggled as they pressed the soles of their dirty shoes in his face. It wasn't long before everyone was either stepping on him or pressing the soles of their shoes on him.

The muscle girls seemed to really get off on shoving their shoes in his face, Leigh in her Puma, toned Bobbi in her Vans and super-built Alex in her flip-flops, their filthy soles pressed in his face as they laughed uproariously. 

It was Alex who took things to a new level by pressing her flip flop sole over his mouth with her muscled leg and ordering him to lick it. He tried moving his head, but her sole was in front of his mouth.

"Lick, lick, lick, lick," chanted the women as he got a few heady whiffs of her brutally cheesy-smelling toes. If this was what he was in for, he was going to be sick.

To everyone's disgust and amusement, he stuck out his tongue and licked her flip flop.

"Wow," said Alex. "I never thought he'd do it. And he'll actually clean my filthy feet with his tongue too?"

"If that's what you want," said Carrie Ann. "This is our night."

"I love this," said Alex with a broad smile before ordering him to lick her shoes some more.

It wasn't long before others had the soles of their shoes over his mouth, demanding to have them licked. Sophie with her clunky heels and Michelle in her boots, followed by another one of Carrie Ann's work friends Gayle, a woman in her forties in scuffed flats. Camille's booted soles also found his face, as did Olivia's flat soled walking shoes which she pressed down hard in his face before pummeling him with them.

"I love how he just puts up with it," said Olivia with a broad grin. She loved pushing the bounds of endurance.

"The best thing about the well-behaved boys," said Carrie-Ann, "is they inspire us to do whatever we please."

The women cheered. 

"Like smell our nasty, super cheesy feet for hours?" remarked Ashley, still standing on him. Women laughed.

"Do you think he'd be smelling our feet like this if he hadn't been so ... accommodating?" asked Camille.

"Here's to making good use of stupid men," announced Carrie Ann.

"They're only useful when we're using them," concluded Olivia before giving him a swift kick in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Everyone applauded her take-charge attitude.

For the duration of the evening, women would press their shoes against him, rest their feet on him and even kick him. 

"We're still gagging him," said Jerri, "To make sure he sniffs and so we don't get any back talk about how much are feet stink."

Her remark elicited groans of mock disgust and comments about "smelly feet", followed by titters. 

"This way you can be sure he thoroughly sniffs everyone's feet and gives them a fair grade," she continued.

"If he doesn't give a fair grade, you can smack his little dick and balls with this," explained Jerri, producing a riding crop.




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"Or if you just feel like hitting him with it," suggested Olivia. And with that, Olivia took the riding crop and gave his cock a few slaps with it. 

He cringed from the pain, but Olivia was beaming as she began prodding his cock with the new toy.

"How do we know if it's a fair grade?" asked Haley.

"I think it means we have to smell our own feet too," noted Victoria.

The remark elicited groans. 

As the women stepped off of him, it was Jerri who stood before him in her Converse sneakers, stooping to apply the duct tape over Haley's panties still in his mouth. 

There was no breathing through his mouth, his every breath becoming more precious because there was only one way to breathe: through his nose.

"So who's got super funky smelling feet tonight?" asked Carrie Ann to everyone in the room.

The room erupted with cheers, which dissolved into laughter.

"And who has the smelliest feet of all?" she asked.

Again, the room erupted with deafening howls and giggles.

"Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff," the women started chanting.

"You each have five minutes to let him experience your foot odor," explained Camille. 

"It's not much time at all," instructed Sierra, "so you really need to know how to make the most of it. My advice: if it stinks, get it under his nose.

Women tittered.

"If it's your socks feet or hosed feet that stink the most, that's what you should have him smell. Your best bet is to get the ball of your foot against his nose. The ball of the foot and under the toes is usually the sweet spot for stink. Oh, and the tips of the toes. The easiest thing to do is just get your toes over his nose so you can squeeze it and just let him sniff. Wiggling the toes is good to kick around the stench."

The explanation produced fits of laughter.

"Guess who does this all the time?" remarked Carrie Ann.

"It's fun. The stinkier my feet, the more fun it is to get them appreciated. And if you'd like to join our club later, which is devoted to getting our feet worship, sniffed and adored as much as possible, just talk to me or Jerri. The more of us, the easier it is to bring in guys to play with."

"Strength in numbers," chimed in Jerri. "And find a guy with something to hide, learn his secret, and he'll do anything you want."

"We have a foot den downtown where we bring our footboys," added Sierra. "So when your feet get extra ripe, you'll know where to go. And chances are, we'll have someone there to smell 'em."

The women giggled.

"Alright, who's first?" asked Beth, one booted foot over his chest. 

"You found him for us, you go first" suggested Carrie Ann.

Contestant Number 1: Beth

Beth threw herself into the sofa closest to his face, as the other women crowded around. He could see fishnets between her upraised pant leg and low ankle boots.

"While we take turns," explained Carrie Ann. "We'll have food and drinks. There's what, about twenty-five of us? So two and a half hours we'll let the top ten get another, award our winner and then open up the floor so we can all do what we want with him. Special requests, let me know."

The women roared their approval, stomping their feet on the floor.

Crossing her legs, Beth dangled her booted foot over his face, her other booted foot planted firmly on his chest. Smiling down at him, she tapped his forehead with the sole of her boot. 

"I'll keep track of time," said Jerri. "Five minutes, alright?"

Beth wasted no time prying off one boot and resting it near his chin. As he turned his head away from the feet on his chest, two of the girls from the foot club, Amber in her Doc Martens and Margo in her Keds, both of them wearing shoes without socks, pressed their shoes against his head on either side to hold it firmly in place.

"To make sure he doesn't move his head," explained Amber. "Since we're forcing him to smell our feet."

"There should always be two of us holding his head in place, alright?"

The women nodded their heads in agreement, many of them resting their shoe-clad feet, cross-legged, on his naked body.

The small of rotten sneaker was faint but gave him some indication of what Margo and the other girls had in store for him. 

"Ready to smell 'em up close?" she asked before unzipping and prying off her other size 7 ½ boot.

He would have looked forward to Beth having fun at his expense if only her feet weren't so pungent-smelling. Telling him how much she'd looked forward to it, she wasted no time in working her warm, sweaty feet in his face. He tried to turn his head, but couldn't. All he could do was let her slide her soles up and down his face; and, when he had to breathe, he inhaled her vinegar foot stink.

The laughter and taunts about him smelling feet intensified the humiliation, but Beth rubbed her feet over his face with an expression of pure joy. 

"I'd keep at least one set of toes scrunched over his nose so he can get in some good whiffs," said Margo, one of the girls from the club. 

As others giggled, Beth held her fishnet toes over his nose, pressing them down before sliding his nose under her toes.

"Mmmmn. I can feel him smelling them," Beth said, eyes closed as she leaned back in the sofa.

Women leaned in close to watch as Beth alternated one set of toes to his nose with another, give his nose a playful pinch each time before brushing the ball of her fishnet feet against his nostrils. 

"And smell loudly so we can hear you," demanded Sierra who was smiling at his predicament. 

It wasn't that he was complying. He was going with the flow to keep them from trying to push him harder; but the less he fought it, the more they took advantage. 

Wasn't it enough he had to sniff Beth's cheesy fishnet toes, he had to sniff loudly?

"If he doesn't smell them the way you want," suggested Sierra. "Get someone to sit or stand on his chest. That knocks the wind out of them and you can feel the air getting sniffed through all of your toes."

Sierra demonstrated by slumping down on his chest. He snorted out and breathed in deep, inhaling the full vinegar cheese under Beth's toes.

"Oh," exclaimed Beth. "That felt fantastic." The women were intrigued, everyone even more eager to get their feet in his face.

"It's the warmth of your feet right out of your shoes and the cool air when they get sniffed. The hotter and smellier your feet, the better it feels to have a boy just whoof it up."

Women broke into laughter before chanting "stinky feet, stinky feet, stinky feet."

Kayla, riding crop in hand, slapped his cock hard with it before ordering him to "smell Beth's feet louder."

He inhaled deep, the overpowering vinegar, still tinged with a hint of stale cheese.

"You'll write down a score here," said Carrie Ann as she placed a pen in his right hand and a pad under his hand. 

"1 to 10," explained Margo. "1 for lightly cheesy and 10 for cruel and unusual punishment. 5 for a good, strong, pungent stink."

"I'd say most scores'll fall around 5, maybe even a 6 or 7 if everyone prepared," added Sierra.

He began to write 9 but Sierra told him to wait.

"You've got a few more minutes," said Amber. "Try it without the fishnets and if the boots stink, let him get some good whiffs."

"You've only got so much time to make a case for you deserving to win the stinky foot competition," said Jerri.

Beth peeled off her fishnets and pressed the balls of her sweaty feet against his nose, wiggling her purple-painted toes.

"Deep sniff," insisted Morgan, riding-crop in hand as she brought it down hard on his cock. He flinched and inhaled deep as Beth wiggled her toes and squeezed his nose too. She switched from foot to foot, letting him sniff under nails and between her toes before smelling her boot. Making a face, she turned the boot down over his face.

The stale aroma of a well-worn boot was no worse than her bare feet. He inhaled so they could all hear.

Morgan smacked him hard with the riding crop.

"He gave that a good sniff," said Beth. "Why'd you hit him?"

"I know," said Morgan. "I just felt like smacking him."

"That's the Ladies Night attitude," noted Carrie Ann with a chuckle, her strappy pumps resting on his waist. She tapped his cock with the toe of one of her shoes. The others showed their Ladies Night attitude by kicking their feet against his body, Margo sliding the soles of her Keds over his face and tapping his cheek.

"Alright," yelled Sierra, giving his arm a hard kick with her high-heel loafers. "Score it."

He took the pen and began to write a nine. 

"What?" exclaimed Sierra. "Her feet aren't more than a three."

"Thanks," answered Beth. "I had these fishnets on for two days and these boots are old.

"What do you think, Amber?" asked Sierra. "Amber not only gets super rank feet, she likes smelling feet too."

The women groaned as Amber took Beth's foot and held her toes to her nose.

"I'd give 'em a two. Faint aroma."

"Fresh out of the shoe," said Sierra. "Probably three. Four tops. So that's the standard. A three."

"For being so way off, he should get pummeled," suggested Jerri and the women seated around him began kicking and prodding him, Morgan offering Caitlin the riding crop to slap his cock. 

"You can have another turn to get a fair grade," advised Sierra.

"Thanks," said Beth. "But I'm not playing to win this. I just wanted to get my feet in his face."

Margo produced a blindfold. "He should be blindfolded to keep it fair. You know, so he doesn't give the high scores to the most beautiful." Margo had pretty average looks, her clothes a little frumpy. He wouldn't have wanted to serve her for two weekends.

"Good idea," replied Sierra, as she slid the blindfold over his eyes. 

"This way he's not distracted by what he sees, and he just focuses on the odor," explained Sierra.

"And if he's way off," suggested Olivia, "we give him hell for it."

Everyone cheered.

"So who's next?" asked Carrie Ann.

"How about me?" asked the body builder Alex, her muscular legs crossed as she dangled her flip flop from her foot. 

Contestant Number Two: Alex

Grabbing a chair, Sierra placed it overtop his chest. Once Alex sat down, she pressed her flip-flop covered size 9's down on his face. Jamie, in her Adidas, and Lindsey, in her Nikes held his head in place.

Without much ado, Alex slipped off her flip flops and held her filthy sweaty feet down on his face, soles blackened from the dirty flip-flops. "This is amazing," she said, beaming enthusiastically. "My jerk-off boyfriends would never have let me do this." 

"That's why we have Ladies Night," declared Beth, to raucous cheers.

As her strong feet began sliding over his face, her long grubby toes curling over his nose, he inhaled the sharp odor of Parmesan. She squeezed his nose with her long toes before bursting into laughter.

"Wow, he's smelling my feet," she announced. "I can feel it."

"But we can't hear him," said Olivia, riding crop in hand, as she brought it down on his cock. She hit him hard, but it was the sickening cheese stench in his nostril that was harder to withstand, Alex's toes gliding over his nose and squeezing while she rubbed the other foot over the rest of his face.

Alex raised a foot to her nose and sniffed before making a face. "Poor guy," she said with a chuckle, shaking her head. "I'd gone for the longest hike in the same boots and socks I'd been wearing all week and when I took them off I had to put the shoes and socks outside it was so strong. To think I'd been airing them out for hours and they're still pretty whiffy. But I've always had really sweaty feet."

"Why didn't you keep your boots on?" asked Jerri in disbelief.

"The whole idea is to win, not take it easy on him," explained Sierra with a dismissive shake of the head.

"Now I wish I had my boots and socks," she declared. 

Alex worked her feet in his face, and, at Sierra's direction, began demanding deep breaths as she curled her toes over his nose. "Smell my toes, bitch," she yelled, to everyone's merriment. 

"That's the way," laughed Sierra, giving Alex a high-five.

He inhaled the sharp, stale cheese stench, which only got worse when she slid her toenails under his nostrils, which had no polish on them.

"What I've gotta see is him actually clean these nasty things," she said, studying her soiled soles. 

"Later," assured Carrie Ann with a wink.

He scored it a 9 again but Amber, leaning in close to Alex's foot, declared that she thought a 5 more appropriate. "They've got a good stink to them, but it's faint," explained Amber.

"Maybe you should judge this," said Alex.

"It's more fun for him to do it," explained Carrie Ann. "He's getting better."

"Alright, pummel him," yelled Olivia. The women enthusiastically kicked and even stepped on him, Jamie and Lindsey knocking his head around with their rotten smelling sneaker feet.

"You can score it a 6," said Camille. And that's what he did.

"Alright, next?" asked Carrie Ann.

Sophie, her clunky and thick-soled strappy heels crossed at the ankle on his chest, offered herself. "I'd love a turn," she replied before anyone could get a reply in.

Contestant Number Three: Sophie

Sophie was gorgeous, but he couldn't see her with the blind-fold on. And it was hard to tell who was talking. In the dark, all he could do was wait for another warm, stinky pair of feet to get shoved in his face. The odor came moments before the feet ever touched his nose or mouth.

Sophie took her seat and set her size seven heels on his face, much to his discomfort. But he couldn't turn his head, thanks to Jamie and Lindsey's sneaker feet. Undoing one buckle, she used his face to pry off the shoe which fell with a thud on the floor.

The hot rush of stale sweat and corn chips flooded his nose just moments before her warm, damp toes clutched at his nose. He inhaled. It was pungent and cloying. Not a filthy smell just a very putrid one, sour sweat and well-worn cheaply-made shoes.

Sophie giggled at the sensation. "It feels nice," she declared as she pried of the other shoe and pressed it down firmly on his face. What he didn't see was her grimy soles, flecks of dirt on the ball of her foot and between her toes. All he could do was feel her greasy feet sliding over his face, taking turns curling her warm toes over his nose to get them sniffed. 

When the riding crop came down on his cock, he knew it meant to sniff louder. So he took a deep breath as her toes clutched at his nose, the stink more tart with ever sniff. 

"It'll be fun having him clean those," remarked Sierra with a grin. 

"That toe jam'll be a meal in itself," remarked Leigh who was seated nearby, her shoes kicking at his cock now and then. Others laughed.

Sophie glances at her soles and made a face of disgust before happily returning them to his face, kneading them into his face hard.

"This feels great," she said with a wide smile. "My feet were killing me. Some long days in these shoes, let me tell you."

Curling her toes over his nose, she wiggled them, flecks of white nail polish in contrast to her tan skin. She slid the ball of her foot against his nostrils.

"Smell my feet, stupid bitch," she commanded before dissolving into laughter. 

"That was great," remarked Sierra. "Don't forget your shoes."

Sophie took her shoe, turned it upside down, and placed the top over his nose. He breathed it in, the faint rot of cheap shoes more cloying than with her bare feet.

Her feet had a strong odor but it wasn't as nauseating as Alex's super cheesy toes. Her feet at least smelled clean. He hesitated before giving her feet a 4.

Amber stooped to take a quick whiff of Sophie's toes. "I'd give 'em a 4 too," she remarked.

"He's learning," said Camille. 

Some of the women kicked at him anyway, and Leigh gave his cock a smack.

Contestant Number Four: Hayley

Hayley, dressed all in black as usual, was quick to grab the seat vacated by Sophie and began unbuckling and unfastening her biker boots, she rested on his chest. Using his head and her other foot, she pried off one boot and quickly produced a foot covered in fishnet stocking, her toes sticking out of holes at the end, black nail polish faded from her pale feet. 

He didn't see any of this, but he did smell her foot the moment she unleashed it from the boot. It was like Beth's feet, only with a stronger, cheesier undertone, as if of Romano cheese. He was expecting a foot to his face, but her hot, sweaty size 7 still gave him a jolt.

As she unbuckled her other boot, she pressed the ball of her foot, the fishnet stocking torn, against his nose. He inhaled. It was a combination of pungent vinegar and musty shoe leather. With her toenails just under his nostrils, the Romano cheese stench was especially pungent. 

Her second foot, hot and sticky with sweat, joined the first, and she curled her second set of pungent-smelling toes over his nose, wiggling them as she relished the cool air through her toes when he breathed. 

Haley giggled, her grip on his nose firm as he breathed in her pungent foot odor deep and hard. It was the smell of unwashed feet, unwashed for days. If he could have seen her toes, he would have seen the toe jam under her nails and between her toes. 

"Some more feet in need of a tongue bath," remarked Sierra with a chuckle. 

"I can't wait," replied Haley with a devilish grin. "Pretty nasty, huh? I never wash these fishnets and these boots go everywhere I go."

A number of the some had stepped away to grab food from the buffet and to get drinks. He was hungry, but it seemed that they had no intention of feeding him, just shoving their smelly feet in his face. And Haley made good use of his face, clutching his nose with her toes most of the time as she began telling him to "Smell my feet."

"This is so cool," said Hayley to her friend Caitlin who was waiting eagerly nearby, one booted foot crossed over the other. They shared a laugh.

Not seeing anything, all he smelled was the pungent cheese of her stinky toes, and felt the hard smack of her bare feet as she pummeled his face with them.

When it was time to give a grade, he gave her a 7. He would have given at least a 10, but he knew he'd pay the price for it. Besides, her feet were similar to Alex's feet, only with a fresher and stronger scent.

Contestant Number Five: Camille

"Alright, I'm taking a turn," declared Camille once Haley reluctantly vacated the seat. "I can't watch this and not get my feet done."

"Oh, and you should all keep your shoes on," said Olivia to the prior contestants, "since you'll be getting your feet locked clean later and you might as well keep your feet extra fresh for him."

The women groaned en masse before bursting into laughter. Haley huffed because pulling her boots on was a task. "You don't want him cleaning them when they're aired out, do you?" asked Camille. 

"You're right," Haley answered.

If he's seen Camille's knee-high dress boots and bare knees peeking out from her skirt, he might have been more forgiving of what she had in store for him. She unzipped a boot, pressing the sole against his face. Producing a dirty bare size 8 foot, calloused soles reddened with flecks of black, other women leaned away.

The stench was of stale sweat, musty shoes and a soft French cheese. Camille's feet were moist with sweat and steaming hot as she slid over his face before pressing down over his nose. 

He inhaled deep. He had no choice. The odor was cloying and very pungent. His instinct would have been to knock the foot from his face, but he could do nothing but sniff and sniff. 

Camille laughed as she unleashed her other sweaty bare foot and lowered her toes to his face, curling them over his nose before asking him "How's it smell down there?"

"Can't smell too fresh," added Camille. I've been on my feet all day and these babies are unwashed for three. And these boots are fabulous for getting my feet extra whiffy."




Smelliest Ladies' Night Ever



The other women had taken to wearing nose plugs provided by Carrie Ann, ever since Hayley's feet had enough pungency to get noticed by others nearby. 

Camille slapped his face a bit with her sweat feet before grabbing his nose with her toes and even pressing a few of her toes up inside his nose for a second or two. The moment she removed her toes, he took in a deep breath of her stale and overpowering foot stink, greedy for air. 

"Oooh," she exclaimed. "That kind of tickled." She wiggled her toes gleefully. 

"That's it, boy. Smell my feet. Louder. I've been getting them extra hot and ripe for you."

There being no reason to give her a grade different from Hayley's, he scored her a 7. Amber agreed but refused to smell Camille's toes. "I can smell them from here," Amber said with a chuckle.

Contestant Number Six: Caitlin

It was a shame he couldn't enjoy the sight of her smooth, slightly tan skin on her thighs as she hiked up her skirt and began unfastening her boot buckles, her shoes resting on his chest. On either side of him, it was Hayley and Ashley doing the honors of keeping his head in place as Caitlin hurried to pry off her boot and get a foot on his face. 

With a wet, greasy and wrinkled dark dress sock revealed, she lowered it to his face, clutching at his nose with her sock toes before pressing her toes firmly over his nose.

He took a deep breath. After Camille's feet, these weren't as disgustingly cheesy, the smell of boot leather, perhaps, cloaking the dank, mildewy stink of her sweat-soaked socks greasing up his face. With her second foot free of the boot, she shoved it in his face, her toes grasping for his nose, almost begging to be sniffed.

Caitlin was enthusiastic and loved working her sweaty sock feet in his face. "I can think of some boys I wish I could do this to," she said to Hayley. 

"Me too," answered Haley with a half grin.

She had very strong-smelling feet, cleaner than Hayley's but just intensely ripe as she clutched and released his nose with her sock toes. 

After a few minutes, she peeled off her damp socks, and plunged her sweaty, sticky bare feet, black polish on her toes, all over his face. 

"The best is telling him to smell your nasty feet and then feeling and hearing him do it," said Hayley.

"Smell my stinky feet you worthless male," she said firmly, to the delight and cheers of the crowd who tittered at the anti-male sentiment. He sniffed deep and hard through her vinegar toes, a faint cheese aroma now underlying the overpowering odor. At least her feet weren't too cheesy.

He thought Caitlin's pungent size 8's worth a 5. He figured that by being conservative in his scores, he'd earn a reprieve from the abuse, but the women would still kick him when they pleased or press the soles of their shoes down on his cock, even standing on him. It was Leigh, he knew, who kept tormenting his manhood, grabbing it and then slapping it around. He was in a state of permanent excitement despite the pain. If he could see, he'd have realized that it wasn't just Leigh who was obsessed with his cock that was jokingly referred to as 'small but mighty.' Haley and Caitlin as well as the girls from the volleyball team, especially Jamie and Morgan, who'd taken to kicking, stepping on and grabbing his cock and balls. For Lindsey, Eva and Lacey, it was the first time they had such freedom with a man's manhood and loved squeezing and playing with it, giggling when his cock produced cum. 

It was all the cum they'd see, as much as they wanted to see him squirt a load, since male pleasuring wasn't allowed at Ladies Night. It was supposed to be a cum-free event that was exclusively about the needs and pleasures of the women attending. 

Contestant Number Seven: Ashley

For all the talk of having him smell her feet, it was no surprise that Ashley threw herself on the hot seat at the first available opportunity. The volleyball girls were getting anxious to have a go, their big stinky feet, they said, "roasting in their sneaks."

Ashley's size 7 Ugg boots found his face, and she rubbed soles of her shoes all over him. He couldn't move his head with Lindsey and Jamie now holding his head in place with their sneakers.

"These were all over town," she remarked with a giggle. "This is so cool," she added.

"Cause you never taken them off," answered Megan with a smirk.

As Ashley removed one shoe from his face to remove it from her foot, he braced for the worst, catching a few deep breaths when he could.

As Ashley's grubby and filthy size 7 landed on his face, his nose was greeted with a hot rush of foot stench, a mixture of rotten shoes and musky foot sweat, tinged with the aroma of ripe Parmesan. 

Ashley chuckled as she removed her other boot, planting both feet firmly on his face and letting them slide around. "They're so sweaty and nasty," she exclaimed, unable to keep from smiling. "He's gotta smell 'em?"

"He already is," answered Olivia dryly, to the merriment of others. It was still hard being the source of so much high-pitched female laughter, which always made forced foot smelling even more degrading. It was torture and they enjoyed doing it to him.

"Ewww," exclaimed Ashley. "Smell my dirty, nasty, oh so cheesy feet," she ordered of him. "You deserve it," she added. The remarks earned her chuckles and high fives.

"Like smelling my funky, cheesy toes?" she asked him as she curled her toes over his nose and squeezed. "Like my toe cheese?"

"He's like totally smelling my feet and I haven't washed these stinkers in days."

"You'll have to have him clean them too," observed Camille. "They're filthy."

Ashley examined her wrinkled soles, blackened from wearing her boots barefoot. She noticed the dirt between her toes. "He has to clean that too?" she asked, her nose wrinkled.

"Where else but at Ladies Night can you get a guy to clean out your toe jam with his tongue?" asked Megan of everyone nearby.

The women cheered, some yelling "Girl Power" while the rest chanted "Ladies Night, Ladies Night."

"Well, he's still hard, so he must love smelling my nasty, cheesy feet," decided Ashley to the amusement of the others. "I should stop washing my feet more often. "

"That's what a good tongue bath is for," explained Sierra.

Beth peeked in. "You all having fun?" she asked, to resounding cheers and catcalls. "This whole stinky foot thing is a hit."

"Keep your feet sweaty in your shoes so he still has some flavor when he cleans them," suggested Olivia.

Beth raised her booted foot. "They're already sweaty again," she answered with a chuckle.

Like the others, Ashley played rough with his face, smacking him with the soles of her sweaty, grimy feet before again squishing his nose under toes and demanding a few good whiffs. She even had him smell inside her rotten, revolting boots. 

He inhaled her foot stink again and again. The stench was potent and nauseatingly cheesy enough for another score of seven. 

Contestant Number Eight: Kayla

Kayla, Lindsey and Margo all leaped for the chair, but it was Kayla, the strongest of the three, who claimed it, planting her scuffed Converse tennis down on his face with her strong legs. She was a solidly-built girl with size 12 feet.

"I've been wearing the same socks for a week," she said, pointing to her dirty gym socks. "They really stink up a room, so you may want to get those noseplugs on." 

The women giggled as they took her advice, anticipating her large feet. Using his face to pry off one sneaker, she revealed a wrinkled sock foot, the soles grey frayed, as she pressed her sock toes over his nose.

"Smell that bad girl," she sniggered as she squeezed his nose.

The smell of unwashed socks was overpowering and revolting. The hot rush of foot stink filled his nose, breath after breath, with the ripe funk of old rotten gym shoes and Nacho chips topped with a stinky French cheese.

Her feet were huge and soon they both covered his face as she rubbed them all over him, curling one damp set of sock toes over his nose before alternating to the other foot. 

"Geez, my feet are nasty," she remarked. "Don't know how he can stand it," she added with a chuckle. 

It wasn't long before she dumped her filthy sock feet on his face, grinding them in with her size 12s before curling her long, wide bare toes over his nose. "Smell my feet, you stupid little dirty, cheesy foot-sniffing bitch," she ordered. The others tittered.

He inhaled the ripe, heady stench which seemed to fill his head. He inhaled again and again, as her toes slithered and wiggled over his nose. The cheese was especially sharp as she pressed her toe nails up against his nose, the odor no less potent as when she first took off her shoes.

Kayla slapped his face a bit with her moist bare feet. "I knew this was gonna be fun, but this is soooo awesome."

"Smell my funky feet, stupid boy," she said, enjoying the commanding role as she pressed the balls of her feet against his nose. 

So far, her feet smelled the most potent. They filled his senses like her large feet covered his face. For that, he gave her an 8. 

Contestant Number Nine: Lindsey

It wasn't long before the soles of Lindey's size 11 Nike's were flat on his face. Lifting one, she removed a shoe which toppled to the floor.

He braced himself for what was another hot rush of pungent foot stink, from her bare feet. She hadn't been wearing socks and her size 11s were grimy from sweating it up for so long in her shoes.

With her long toes sliding over his nose, the ripe, hot stink of sour sweat and putrid shoe rot was astoundingly pungent. The sharp Cheddar cheese scent was faint, but unmistakable too as she held his nose between her big to and second toe. 

Lindsey and her friends giggled as she subjected him to one sweaty, dirty foot and then two, pressing her toes up against his nose.

"How's the air down there?" she asked him with a chuckle. "That's it, we all wanna hear you smell my grody, funky feet. Four days. No socks. I had to wash my hair over the sink."

Many of the women had cleared the area once Kayla and Lindsey had removed their shoes. It was Kayla's size 12s and Morgan's shoes that held his head in place. And when Lindsey paused to lift a shoe to his face, Kayla snuck a foot in for a quick sniff.

Lindsey's Nike's were fetid and musty. He wanted to choke.

"I forgot to give him my shoes to smell," complained Kayla. She whooped it up when Lindsey invited her to get her shoes sniffed. Kayla's converse sneaks were even filthier and revoltingly rotten smelling than Kayla's. It was a relief she hadn't worn them barefoot. 

Finding it difficult to make distinctions between Lindsey's and Kayla's feet, he gave Lindsey an 8 too. The girls from the volleyball team cheered loudly. "We're winning," declared Kayla.

"Don't be so sure," said Sierra, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Jerri and the other women from the foot club. 

Contestant Number Ten: Morgan

Morgan chuckled as she crossed her legs, her size 10 Asics on his face. "Look, a footrest," she declared.

"You're really getting the hang of it," said Sierra. "Our feet own them."

"So many of them deserve it," muttered Olivia and others applauded.

He didn't see Morgan loosen her size 10 shoes, but he did hear the shoes clump to the floor as she pressed her hot, sweat-soaked gym sock feet in his face. He inhaled the pungent stench of well-worn sport socks, her big toe protruding from the torn sock.

Her sock feet pressed down on his face, which was already coated in foot sweat. With Kayla and Lindsey's huge bare feet holding his head in position, Morgan slid her greasy sock feet in his face before scrunching them over his nose and ordering him to "Smell the fine bouquet of foot stink."

"Almost all week, I wore these socks," she noted. "I'll have to keep them outside."

She peeled them off before long, dumping them on his face and rubbing them in with her long, slender feet, her warm sweaty supple toes knocking the socks aside before sliding over his nose. Pinching his nose with her sweaty toes, she laughed.

"This is like stinky foot torture," Morgan said to Jerri.

"It's fun isn't it?" replied Jerri. 

Morgan raised her filthy, soiled sock, the toe ends already a little crusty. "Could we put this in his mouth instead?" asked Morgan to an eruption of laughter.

"A fiendishly fun Ladies Night idea," noted Camille.

Jerri and Sierra were quick to unpeel the duct tape fro his mouth and yank out the pair of panties. He breathed in the air greedily. He'd been practically suffocating. As someone grabbed his nuts, he gasped, which was when Sierra stuffed the gum sock in his mouth, or most of it anyway. As he could taste the sour, acrid flavor of the putrid sock, his mouth was taped closed again.

"Awesome," remarked Morgan gleefully. "So he has to suck on my dirty sock while he smells my cheesy toes. I love it."

Her toes were distinctly cheesy and musty-smelling. It was a strong, sharp odor but nothing as overpowering as Lindsey and Kayla's dirty bare soles which he could still smell. Her shoes were putrid and fusty, but not as bad as her feet.

He gave her a 6, to her disappointment.

"As long as one of us wins," reassured Kayla.

Contestant Number Eleven: Eva

Lacey, Jamie and Eva muscled in, as Eva claimed the chair, bringing her huge size 13 Nike's down on his chest. He gasped.

He was still overcoming his disgust at feeding on Morgan's rank sock when Eva's sweat, ripe size 13 sock feet slammed down on his face.

The women giggled. "Her feet are huge," said Olivia. 

"Her feet own his face," noticed Megan. It was true. 

The scent of her filthy socks was musky and stale, a sharp stink of ratty old sneakers with a distinct undertone of Cheddar near the toe ends. What was worse than the stink was how rough she was, pressing her feet into his face and clutching roughly at his nose. 

Her socks off, she had him inhaling the sharp stink of her unpainted bare toes, large ones at that, as she wiggled them. 

"That's it, smell my dirty feet," she boomed.

Before finishing, she pressed her shoe over his nose to have him smell inside. It was warm and pungent, even putrid from being worn all the time. Though he'd give her a ten for brutality, he gave her a five for feet that weren't nearly as sharply cheesy and ripe as some of the others. 

What happened next was what Carrie Ann called "refreshing spontaneity," as Kayla and Morgan still barefoot, both slid their feet over his face and took turns cupping his nose with them. Eva slipped her feet in occasionally, as did Lindsey, who took off her shoes to join in the fun. It was a free-for-all for the girls on the volleyball team as they covered his face in their sweaty, grimy feet to the cheers and applause of everyone nearby. 

"You all need to join our club," insisted Sierra, beaming. "You know how to have fun with your feet."

"I just love rubbing them in his face," explained Morgan, reluctantly stepping aside for Lacey to take a turn.

"You gotta love Ladies Night," said Carrie Ann to a smattering of applause.

Contestant Number Twelve: Lacey

"Stinky feet, stinky feet," said Lacey in a sing song voice. "You've gotta smell my stinky feet."

He felt her hard size 10 ½ clogs on his face, which she'd been wearing with dark socks.

"Close toe shoes are better for getting a good stink," said Jerri.

"Oh, these clogs are like totally rank," she insisted. "Besides, I've been wearing these socks for like seven days now and their all stiff when I leave 'em out."

Women groaned in disgust.

As her clogs fell to the floor and she plunged her sock feet in his face, He could hear himself groan inwardly. The putrid stench was enough to make him choke, if he could. 

Her sock toes smelled of vinegar and Camembert as she slid them over his nose and wriggled them. She couldn't keep her feet still, her sock toes scrunching his nose and squeezing.

"Yuck," she said , "I can't believe he's sniffing my super nasty rotten socks."

"Do you like it?" asked Sierra.

"I love it," she replied with a chuckle. 

She gave him a few minutes with her bare toes - polish chipped and toenails dirty - as well as her wide, plump soles. 

"He'll have a lot of feet to clean," observed Olivia.

"You mean he'll actually totally lick my feet clean. Even the dirt under the nails?"

"If you want him to eat it, just scrape it out and feed it to him," ventured Sierra with a wink. The women groaned in disgust before breaking into the laughter of approval. "It's your night to do whatever you want."

"A very Ladies Night suggestion," said Carrie Ann. "Would you like him to eat your toe cheese?" she asked Lacey.

"I want to see him eat everyone's toe cheese," answered Lacey, to loud cheers. "Let him eat cheese," she added. 

Did it always have to get worse, he thought.

He wanted to get sick when Lacey held her rotten, putrid-smelling clogs in his face. All in all, he didn't think her feet smellier than anyone else's, so he gave her an 8.

Kayla, Lindsey and Lacey high-fived each other.

Contestant Number Thirteen: Jamie

No sooner had Lacey stepped away than Jamie was kicking off her size 10 Adidas and shoving her soiled gym sock feet in his face. He'd never smelled such disgustingly cheesy socks before. It was a nauseating, not so much overpowering as sharp and invasive; something reminiscent of Stilton cheese.

I wore these bad girls over a week," declared Jamie when she began peeling them off and letting them fall on his face. "I do a lot of sweating in these. All my practices. They're like good luck socks."

With the crusty toe end of a sock over his nose, she scrunched his nose with her unpainted bare toes. Knocking the socks aside, she worked her hot, sweaty feet all over his face before spending a few minutes just having him smell under her toes and toenails. 

The sour milk of her heels and soles turned to the sharp pungent cheese between her toes. Her sneakers were awful; rotten and putrid from all the sweating she did in them. If the smell were stronger, he could have given her a 9, but they were only nauseating if he inhaled too deep. So far, she had the prize for cheesiest toes, and he gave her an 8.

Contestant Number Fourteen: Carrie Ann

Beautiful Carrie Ann, in her strappy pumps finally had a turn, but he didn't know it was her. All he knew was the sour stink of foot sweat,with a hint of Mozzarella and Nachos, as she slid her sweaty, warm bare feet fresh from her tight shoes onto his face. 

"I forgot how fun this was" she exclaimed. "Now let's hear you smelling these dirty feet of mine," she said as she pointed her toes over his nose. Her grimy feet were filthy, dirt embedded in the wrinkles on her soles. "Can't wait to get these clean."

Her feet were foul but nothing like the other feet they'd forced on him. So he gave her a 5. 

Contestant Number Fifteen: Olivia

Olivia, the other party planner, finally had a chance to kick of her flats and shove her greasy, damp pantyhose feet in his face. 

"Sam hose to work, all week," she declared, as she pressed her feet down on his face. Her hosed feet were warm and damp, the smell of mildew, stale sweat and Cheetos were unmistakable. Her sticky, grimy bare feet smelled no better as she curled her red painted toenails over his nose and demanded he smell them loud and clear. 

Olivia was rough, smacking his face with her size 9 feet whenever she thought he wasn't sniffing loud enough. The girls from the volleyball team were getting handy with the riding crop, when they weren't pinching and smacking him. 

Having to sniff so deep and hard between her grubby toes really brought out the cheese and vinegar; her toenails smelling of Cheese wiz.

It wasn't an overpowering smell, but pungent and stomach-turning enough in sheer cheesiness to get a 6.