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Disclaimer: You can probably tell by the title that this is a foot fetish story. Read at your own risk. I would also like to point out nothing in this story has happened but some things are true and this was based on how I picture a situation like this would happen. Anyway, please enjoy my first story.

It was a hot summer day and I was relaxing on the couch browsing YouTube, when my girlfriend, let's call her Emily, returned from her jog. "Well I must say you're looking hotter than usual." I said. "Not now I'm way too tired for puns." She sighs wiping some sweat from her forehead. "Oh come on everyone has time for puns." I said. "Oh be quiet you." She responds while I laugh quietly. She then began to peel off her shoes revealing her barefeet. My heart skipped a beat when I heard her mumble something like "Whoa that's rancid" as she set down one of the shoes she wears everyday. I try not to make it obvious but I managed to sneak a few peeks. "So what you been doing?" She asks as she lies down on the other side of the couch. "Not much, I've just been trying to find something to watch but no one I like has uploaded anything yet." That's when I noticed the stench.

At first it was faint but then it started to get stronger, however it was still just a tease. Now Emily doesn't know of my foot fetish so I was unsure what to do because I wanted more. I waited a few moments when I heard something I wasn't expecting. "Man my feet are sore, can you rub them?" She asked me. I just sat there dumbfounded for a minute with an orchestra blaring in my head. Finally I respond, I didn't want her to know I was eager to do it though. "Can do but a few factors say I might need a mask first." I tease. "What's that supposed to mean?" She says in mock outrage. "Nothing nothing." I say with a laugh. "I'll do it, but only for ten bucks per hour." I joke. "Yeah fine just get to it but I'm only paying five." She jokes back. "Deal." I said as she moved a bit closer to me and gave me her beautiful feet. I noticed they were glistening with sweat. I then got to work. Luckily I happened to have a blanket over me, because I was getting cold with the AC on, and that's all I'll say about that. Now I was massaging her extremely sweaty feet and the smell was much stronger. However, it still seemed like I was being taunted. I wanted to desperately bury my nose in her soles and in between her toes. But I resisted. I had been massaging for quite some time when she said "Man, that feels so good. Gotta ask though, how's the smell over there? I bet it's great." She said with a laugh. "It's fantastic." I say in a sarcastic tone but I wasn't lying. "Oh really? You really think so?" She says with a grin. "Wait why are you aski--?" I was cut off by the pair of soles now in my face.

Now I was experiencing just long of a jog it was, how hot outside it was and how unwashed those months worn shoes were. "Well in that case I'll just massage them on your face, and you can take some big whiffs, it's a win-win." She giggled. I on the other hand was still sort of in shock and couldn't reply. Once my head finally grasped what was happening I started to smell yet trying not to act like I was enjoying it too much. Some people would say the stench of feet this sweaty was horribly disgusting and some would've even gagged. Not me, to me it was absolutely divine. However, I guess we both have differing opinions on the loveliness of the odor, considering I heard her say "Wow, how can you stand that? It's like cheese from the trash." She laughs. She continued to rub her feet all over my face, making sure it's coated in her heavenly sweat. She also payed special attention to my nose. Occasionally she would put my nose in between her toes.

While she did this she would also talk about random things that I mostly didn't catch. Something about a pair of boots she saw the other day. After a bit she takes her feet off my face and asks "Enjoying your massage as much as I'm enjoying mine?" As she grins. "You have no idea." I deadpan. "Great, just thought I'd give you a second to breathe, my patented 'scented massage oil' can be a bit strong, but doesn't it smell so good?" She laughs. To prove her point she brings a foot up to her face and takes a big sniff, immediately cringing and taking it away from her face. "See?" She laughs again. "Yeah I see, by the way, how much longer is this gonna take? Don't get me wrong I love having my face used as a foot massager as much as the next guy, but I was kinda doing something." I say with mock sarcasm and impatience. The truth is I didn't want this to end but I figured I'd be more convincing if I acted like I did. "We'll finish soon, just as soon as I'm done having fun. Besides don't you want your three bucks an hour?" She teases. "Five." I said rather bluntly. "Yeah yeah" she says as she starts to put her soles back in my face. After what I think was an hour or two of smelling she took them off my face. "Man you're durable" she said. "Pretty sure no one else would've made it five minutes." "What can I say, I'm devoted I guess, by the way I changed my mind, that'll be twenty per hour now." I laugh. "Yeah okay" she says as she gets up from the couch. "You'll definitely be getting it." She replies sarcastically as she walks into another room. I sit there contemplating what just happened, when Emily walks back into the room. "Oh by the way, did you really think I didn't know?" She said with a smile and a wink and walked out again.