A commercial is required for the sales department (part 1)

- You're late, I don't like being made to wait - he told me seriously from behind his desk with a deep, grave voice.

- I'm sorry sir, there was a breakdown in the subway - I said still out of breath and almost breathless from the rush since I had arrived running half an hour late.

I had a job interview late in the workday. A multinational had scheduled an interview with the sales director in Spain for me. Unfortunately, the subway had broken down and, even though I had run to be on time, I hadn't made it. I was all sweaty and panting.

The girl at the entrance counter of the building had told me that, despite being late, the sales director, Andrés, with a Basque last name, was waiting for me for the interview. And that most of the people had already finished their workday. So there wouldn't be much people in the building.

My hand disappeared in his when he shook it in greeting, his fleshy and hard big hand completely surrounding mine in a strong, masculine grip. After going through my CV point by point, discussing my experience and looking me up and down. He stood up from the table. He was an imposing man, he must have been around two meters tall and about 45 years old. He had dark hair very well cut and styled and a very full, tough, very manly yet well-groomed beard. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and a burgundy tie, the suit seeming tailor-made for his imposing physique, broad back and shoulders that seemed to have been sculpted in the gym or with years of swimming. He looked around attentively, as the office we were in had the typical translucent walls. Why had he done that? To make sure we were alone?

He then loosened his tie while staring at me for a while, his dark eyes piercing me in a way that frightened me but also excited me like never before. He looked at me in a very authoritative manner, very confident, but also with a lot of sexual intensity. He made me feel like a small prey at the mercy of an imposing hunter about to be violated and destroyed. My cock jumped inside my boxers activated like a spring. And I noticed how after three seconds a good drop of pre-cum came out of my urethra and moistened my crotch. I was the first surprised, I couldn't believe it, I was very puzzled. I remembered the first time, when I was a teenager, I had my first erection, it got so hard that it seemed like it would never go down.

- Are you married?, mister... - He raised my CV to check my last name - Martínez - he added.

- Y-yes sir - I answered, still puzzled.

- Are you okay? You seem worried about something.

- N-no no sir, I'm fine - I managed to answer with difficulty in a thin voice.

Things hadn't been working in bed with my wife for a while, we had been to several couples therapists but nothing had been able to cure my impotence. However, it had just taken the authoritative, tough, and severe look of this huge man for my cock to be hard as a brick and soaking my underwear as if I had a hose inside my pants.

He had already taken off his tie, unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt revealing a hairy and very well worked pectoral, and sat back behind his desk.

- I hope you don't mind if I get comfortable - he asked me - there's a lot of carpet in these offices and my feet hurt a lot, I hope you don't mind if I take off my shoes - he clarified.

I had to think about it for a bit, it didn't seem appropriate to me, it was a job interview and it seemed a bit excessive and out of place, but when I was about to answer I saw that he was already taking off his expensive shoes. I was very interested in that job and I wasn't going to do anything that would harm my candidacy, I had to make the best impression possible on this man, so I refrained from answering, which seemed to please him.

- Your resume is good, you're a good candidate, but we need people with very, very good availability, very submissive and compliant people - he said putting his feet on the table, a few inches from my face.

As he put his feet on the table, a strong and intense wall of smell hit me in the face leaving me stunned. Did he say submissive and compliant? What exactly did he mean?

- W-what do you mean sir? - I stammered.

- Ah Ah Ah - he mocked me, smiling with a wicked smile. His mockery and the smell of his feet pushing me back made my cock very hard in my already soaked boxers.

- I SAID - he raised his voice, to then lower it again - that we are looking for very submissive and compliant people to do -, I expect a pause and then he raised his voice again - WHAT I SAY -

The smell of his feet was like the smell of paint or gasoline, intense, strong, but it intoxicated, excited, and attracted me like nothing ever before.

- Y-yes -, I babbled, my gaze fixed on his huge feet, he must wear almost a size 50, and had black cotton socks. His feet were as one could imagine his hands. Big, wide, with two mounds on their soles, from one a very large big toe emerged, and from the other the other toes, also huge, very wide, almost seemed like ape feet, so wide they seemed to span a hand's length.

- Yes yes? Have you understood, little trash? – he asked me disdainfully, and then ordered with a tone that did not admit any reply, like the best military sergeant. He checked to make sure they were alone on the entire office floor. - Take off my socks -, he ordered authoritatively.

Between the smell, his gaze, his body, my arousal, and his authoritative and dominant stance he had me feeling drugged, in an altered mental state, entirely at his disposal and worst of all, I needed the job because I had been unemployed for a long time. But even if there wasn't a job opportunity at stake, I think I would have done the same, I had discovered a desire and urge that had been dormant in my mind. Now, awake by this newly discovered overpowering desire, there would be no turning back.

I took off the socks as he lounged back in his chair smiling and interlaced his fingers behind his head, I felt like I was in a slow-motion movie.

- Smell them - he ordered when I had removed the two socks. I made a ball with the socks and smelled them with a deep breath, filling myself with his scent, while looking at his feet, they were so big that I could hardly see him behind them. He had well-cut nails and some calluses on the soles of his feet. You could tell he must walk a lot during the day.

- Very good trash - he said humiliating me, to which my cock jumped again hard as a stick reacting to the humiliation.

- Now take off my pants and underwear - he ordered.

I had reached a point of no return. I was completely at his disposal. I was in a trance and he could do what he wanted to me.