"It's best to act calm and professional you think to yourself. Straight up refusing might give away your fetish even more. Keeping her on her feet for now is what you need as well." you say in your mind to yourself. You compose yourself and walk over to her.
"Why of course Michelle, you deserve to relax a bit after such a long day. Please have a seat." You plop yourself down in your chair as Michelle who smirks at your sits down in another chair. She removes her sneakers, placing them to the side. She proceeds to place her feet in your lap. You can smell the sweaty and stinky aroma, mixed with some of her flowery perfume. You move your lap so it pushes your cock down, so it won't be able to make a tent in your pants.
You start massaging her left foot, moving your thumb in circular motions, then from the sole to her toes, and repeat the action. You massage her toes and in between as well. Michelle lets out a small moan and while looking at you with a smirk, says "Ah, it feels sooooo good, keep going."
You feel your cock trying to move up so you squeeze in even more to prevent that. Her sweaty socked socks and stinky aroma is making you feel in heaven. You move on to her right foot and do the process all over again. After a couple minutes, you want to keep massaging her feet, maybe even give it a lick, but you manage to compose yourself. "I'm the King," you think to yourself. "I can't fall into her trap, I MUST remain professional." With that, you pat her feet and announce that you're down with her massage. "Aw, that felt so good, thanks Mr. James." Michelle says sweetly, but you can sense something unpleasant hidden there. She seems a bit disappointed, almost, maybe because you didn't let your cock shoot straight up.
"No problem, Michelle, have a good day." you say with a gesture dismissing her. She proceeds to slowly peel off her socks, and puts her bare foot into her sneakers, saying "Ah, this feels much better, after taking them out, the socks feel too sweaty to be comfortable." and looking at you with a smile and calculating eyes. Your face turns slightly red, thinking about sucking her socks and feet. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow Mr. James," Michelle says with a satisfied smile and leaves, but drops one of her sweat soaked socks almost as if it was an accident. The door closes behind her with a click and all you can do is stare at the sock. You were about to scold yourself for turning red, but all thought is lost with the sock. You quickly go over to scoop the sock up, and you give it a deep sniff. It was soaking wet, filled with her feminine sweaty smell, mixed with a slightly stinky and perfume smell. The sock was super wet so to not leave it waste, you suck on it a bit, thinking about kneeling at her feet and licking them. Finally you compose yourself, place her sock back where it was to not arouse suspicion and potential blackmail from her, and leave the office.
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