Miss Shoban's Dirty Bootlicker

MISS SHOBAN’S DIRTY BOOT LICKER

The local gas station was owned by an East Indian named Shugrat Kholsa Singh.
It was a small station, very old, but had been in the family for years. His young daughter Shoban who was 21 would work on weekends and Sunday evenings because it was not very busy. I applied at the gas station for work in the summer and it would be my first job since I moved to the small town. I was in my early 50’s. I was accepted and would work on weekends doing clean up and pumping gas, helping Shoban.

On the weekends when her father wasn’t there she would wear her tightest jeans or blue jean shorts with her dirty 11 inch high steel toed work boots. The boots were well worn, covered in oil, gas, mud, and various foods and drinks from over the years. Her jeans always had rips in the ass, she never wore underwear, and her shorts barely covered her ass, but she wore a work apron on the front and always faced the customers behind the counter. She wore a lot of eye makeup and lipstick when her father wasn’t around and she was very bossy. Before she went home, she would always change back into normal clothes and remove her makeup. She could tell that I liked her and she would tease me any chance she could get.

On one hot summer night when there was no business for hours, she was sitting on the high chair behind the counter and eating a peach while I was sweeping the floor. I saw her reading a female domination magazine I had brought and put in my jacket. She must have gone into the jacket when I was outside. I was a little nervous as I saw her looking at the pictures of women beating and degrading men. She laughed as she turned the pages and seemed intrigued. When I was sweeping around her, she purposely dropped the half eaten peach on the floor and told me to pick it up. As I went to do so, she stepped on it with her dirty boot. She asked, “Would you like a bite of my peach?” I loved her boots and kept staring at them and I think she noticed. She squished the peach into the floor and said “Clean my boot and lick it off.”

I was embarrassed but very excited. I got on my knees behind the counter and then she lifted her leg and held the dirty boot with the remnants of peach on the bottom to my face. “Lick it up or I will tell my father you had this book on the counter.” I was afraid of being fired so I took her dirty boot in my hands and kissed the toe of her boot. “Lick it slave” she laughed. I licked at the bottom and tasted dirt as well as pieces of the peach. “Lick it all off like a good boy”. I licked it all up and stayed on my knees because I was in shock. “You will be my slave tonight” she said as she got up and walked to the other side of the store. Her blue jean very short shorts were skin tight and had rips in the ass to expose her bare ass. She was like a slut when her father wasn’t around.

“The women’s washroom needs cleaning. I want you to clean it and do it naked.” The washrooms were inside the gas station and no customers were allowed to use them after-hours for security reasons. “Go into the washroom and strip naked, I will come in when I am ready. Strip naked if you want to keep your job”. I was embarrassed and scared because I shave my cock and balls and was afraid of further humiliation at the hands of this East Indian beauty. As I walked into the washroom, I saw her take a large strap from under the counter. In the washroom I stripped naked and put my clothes beside the sink. “Be on your knees when I come in” I heard her shout from the other side of the door.

The tile floor was dirty but I got on my knees and waited. I heard her lock the front door and could hear the sound of her boots getting closer. The door opened and she burst out laughing when she saw me naked on the floor. “You shave your balls like a woman shaves her pussy; do you like to be like a woman?” She was eating a chocolate bar and she dropped a piece on the floor and stepped on it. “Have some chocolate slave”. She said teasingly as she ground it into the dirty floor. “Get down and suck it off my boot, lick it all up”. I prostrated myself before her and sucked the toe of her dirty boot. She lifted it up the toe of the boot so I could get at the crushed chocolate underneath. “So you like to be a woman’s slave?” I whimpered, “Yes Miss Shoban”. “Well good, then I think we will get along very well, I like the idea of having a boot licking slave doing my dirty jobs for me.” My cock was rock hard and I began to masturbate as I licked the chocolate off the bottom of her boot.

“Now tonight I want you to clean the toilets on your knees”, she raised the belt and brought it down hard on my ass. I held onto her boot with both hands as she whipped my ass for 10 minutes. She was drinking a beer and smoking a joint as she did so. I loved being whipped by her. I raised my ass up in the air to meet each blow while I sucked on the dirty toe of her boot. “Now crawl to the toilets and start cleaning them, “she said in a loud voice. I got up on my knees and crawled to the first toilet with the scrub brush and cleaner she throw down beside me. “Look at your faggy cock, it’s all hard and throbbing, you must enjoy being my little white bitch slave, well do you?” “Yes Miss Shoban”, I whimpered as I went to kiss her work boots again. She pushed me away with the boot. “When you are finished, you can jerk off for me and lick my boots clean” she laughed.

The phone rang up front, she turned around and walked away to answer it. Her beautiful ass was busting through the rips in the ass of those slutty cutoffs, it giggled as she walked hard across the tile floor. I heard her answer and then speak in Hindu; it must have been her father checking up on her. The toilets were filthy but I began the cleaning job, scrubbing and wiping. I wanted to please her. As my erect penis was showing me, I enjoyed serving as a slave to this young woman.

She walked back in as I was halfway through the second and final toilet. She stood over me as I was kneeling in front of the dirty toilet, scrubbing and rubbing it clean. “Very good, you shall have part of your reward now”, she said as she pulled me by ear to the middle of the washroom. She held out her dirty boot to me, “Now lick it clean like a good dog, and play with your cock, but don’t cum just yet”. She pushed my face onto her boot and I began to suck on it and jerk myself off. She then pushed my body down onto the warm dirty tiles with her boot, stepped back a bit to retrieve the belt on the counter and then held my face to the floor with one of her boots as she began whipping my ass. “You like to be whipped?” she asked in a teasing voice. “Yes Miss Shoban, please whip me”, I whimpered as I took the beating for 20 minutes before she stopped.

“Now I want you to crawl on your hands and knees into the shop at the back”, she said as she kicked my ass a few times with her boot. I crawled out of the washroom, then behind the counter, and about 10 feet across the main floor in full view of anyone driving by if there was anybody, then into the grimy, oily, shop where car service work was done. As I crawled behind her I watched her ass move so beautifully, naked through the rips in her shorts. She knew I was staring; she stopped and walked back to me. She shoved her ass into my face and told me to worship it. She bumped and ground her dirty shorts into my face for not as long as I wanted it, but it was enough to almost make me cum.

She tied me naked on my back to a car hoist, my wrists behind my head to each corner and then she spread my legs, exposing my rock hard cock and balls, tying each ankle to the left and the right side of the hoist. “I have always wanted to do this, if you let me, I will tell my father you are a very good worker and you should have a raise. I want to walk on you and use you for a door mat for my dirty boots, would you like that slave?” I was nervous but said okay. She only weighed about 100lbs. She was laughing and on her second beer and joint.

When she stood over me, she spit on my cock and balls and then on my face. “I always wanted to spit on a slave, now I can do that every weekend, right slave?” “Yes Miss Shoban”, I replied as I lay there bound and helpless. “Please spit on me again” I begged. And she did with great enthusiasm. Then she squatted over my face and rubbed the spit in with her ass, giving me another chance to worship her half naked bum covered with the smallest amount of denim. She got up, walked around, just looking at me and laughing. Then she stepped up on my chest and put a dirty boot on my cock and balls and smeared the spit around in a circle. She held onto a chain hanging from a steel beam above her. Her boot applied more pressure until she finally stood on my cock with both boots. She twisted her boot like she was putting out a cigarette, all the while looking down at my face wincing with pain and some pleasure. “Worship my dirty boot” she said as she placed the bottom of one boot on my face. “Lick it for me”.

As I licked her boot and sucked at the dirty sole, I felt my cock explode under her other boot. She laughed and stepped back to look at the huge pool of cum on my stomach and the bottom of her boot. She stepped into it, got a huge blob on the toe of her boot and held it to my mouth. “Lick up your mess like a good boy”. She made me lick up all of my cum and after it was over she made me crawl back into the women’s washroom and finish the toilet cleaning. She whipped my ass again and after the 20th blow she said, “You have done well tonight, I shall tell my father you are a good worker and we must keep you”. She laughed as she walked out through the washroom doorway, she turned and said, “Oh yes, I shall keep the magazine, and I want you to bring me more”. I knew I would be very happy at my new job serving Miss Shoban. And so it was for almost two years.