I never thought a part-time internship with Senator Deborah Levy’s office would lead me to moving to Washington, D.C. and becoming not only her speechwriter, but also one of her trusted aides on her personal staff.

Aside from writing and administrative tasks, I’d often fetch coffee for her in the mornings or salads for lunch. I’d even sometimes pick up her dry cleaning (which was my offering).

One day, after leaving a hearing, I walked with Senator Levy in her Navy blue skirt suit through the marble halls of the Capitol, which I knew was hard on her feet (because she expressed so on a number of occasions). I suggested she or someone bring her an extra change of comfortable shoes. But she was extremely stubborn on this front.

As we took a few steps in the parking area, I was surprised when she stopped and suddenly removed her light gray pumps and stood barefoot in front of me. Was she really going to walk shoeless through the parking lot? I hoped so because what a treat. Her toes were unpainted but pretty nonetheless. At that moment I saw my opportunity and reached my hand out nervously. She smiled at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“I’ll take them,” I said. Then she stared at me and I could almost hear her say really like I could read her thoughts. After a few moments, she reluctantly handed me her pumps and I walked with her to a black GMC Terrain.

“Thank you for carrying my shoes,” she said as she took back her pumps, which looked like they hadn’t been worn before. Maybe that’s why they were so uncomfortable for her.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“Well, my bad feet both thank you,” she said with a grin. “They’re going to write about this in the press, you know. There are spies everywhere.”

“If anyone asks, I’ll proudly say it was my idea,” I said as I straightened my tie with my hand as I tried hard not to look around with overly paranoid eyes.

“I appreciate that, I really do.”

“Whatever I can do to be of service.”

“Right. Make sure to get some sleep,” she said as she climbed inside the Terrain. “We’ve all been doing long hours and we’re no good without rest.”

“I will.”

“I know, I’m one to talk. I only got an hour of sleep last night. Good thing for naps.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said with a smile.

“See you tomorrow.”

***

That night, I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was rubbing my dick inside one of Senator Levy’s pumps and sniffing the other, although the smell would likely be new leather. However, in my mind, I imagined that they were slightly more worn and my nose was able to pick up a slight hint of sweaty feet along the insole. I jerked off while sniffing my own palm, pretending it was Senator Levy’s soft bare sole. Then I went to bed and got a good night’s rest for once.

***

A week later I stopped by Senator Levy’s office late in the afternoon after running a few errands for her. It was a bright warm day and the entire space spelled almost like the inside of a bank. She was sitting at her larger desk, wearing a cream-colored blazer and black pants.

“Have a seat,” she said. So, I sat down in one of the wooden chairs with curved arms. On top of her desk were a couple of decorated mugs, a notepad, a plastic coffee up and her smartphone. I briefly glanced over at a book shelf and the framed photograph she had of her husband. He was an overweight man with a balding head. Senator Levy was obviously above his league in terms of looks. Even though she was in her sixties, she still had the electric appeal of a sexy mature teacher (who was more than double my age) with short chestnut brown hair with side swept bangs. She had a warm smile and her skin still glowed despite all the wrinkles on her neck, which I adored seeing.

“I made some more edits to your speech,” I said, placing a binder on her desk, knowing she’d most likely just absorb my words and deliver them in her own unforgettable way.

“Fantastic. I knew I could count on you,” she said as she paused and it looked like she was a little distracted. “This is really embarrassing,” she said and I could tell she was holding back from laughing.

“What is?”

“In twenty minutes from now, I’m supposed to be speaking in front of a small intimate gathering.”

“Yes. I’m aware.”

“And I just took my flats off and my feet desperately need a wash,” she said as she turned her head to the side and covered her mouth with the palm of her hand.

“Oh, I see,” I said as I smiled and tried to contain my excitement. Here was the Senator with her shoes off, admitting that they needed a good cleaning. I immediately wanted to drop down to my knees beside her desk and give her toes a good hard sniff. “Won’t your feet be covered?”

“I have this unconscious habit of slipping off my shoes to feel more comfortable,” she said.

“Right.” It was part of why I enjoyed working for her so much.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have time to leave and Shower and come back,” she said. “I’ll just have to scrub my feet in the restroom sink.”

“What if you get your outfit wet?”

“I can just blow dry really quick.”

“You have a blow dryer with you?”

“No. Maybe I can borrow one.”

“You’re on a tight schedule as is.”

“I need to do something about these feet. It’s a real problem. How much would it take to get you to lick them clean for me?” she said as she started laughing hysterically.

“Hmmmm…” I could feel my cock starting to rise in my pants. There’s no way she just said that to me.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Just pretend I never said anything,” she said, trying to reign herself in. And I could see her cheeks turning red.

“I’d actually do it for Free,” I said and I was afraid of what her reaction would be.

“Free?” she said, as she wiped her eyes with a tissue because her laughing had brought her to tears. “Then get down here then.”

“What?” I asked because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“I said get down here so you can lick my feet. What? Did you think I’d let you get out of making an offer like that?”

“Uh, no.”

“I was only joking. But since you offered, let’s get on with it.” It was strange seeing how quickly her demeanor had changed. She had to be toying with my head. She couldn’t go from laughing hysterically like that to stoic and domineering in a snap. But who was I to get in the way of a once in a lifetime opportunity for a foot perve like me.

So, I got down on the clean, cocaine white carpet and crawled on my hands and knees over to her feet, which looked soft and silky smooth. They were completely bare and as soon as my face got close to her cherry red toes, my nose was greeted with a strong vinegary odor. It was intoxicating with only a touch of perfume.

“Don’t worry. I don’t have fungus or anything. They just pack a punch.”

“They don’t really smell,” I lied, as she wiggled her plump toes in my face.

“You must’ve lost your sense of smell, or you’re secretly into this because I can smell them from here.”

I desperately wanted to sniff every inch of her sexy, powerful feet, but I knew we were on the clock. She checked her watch and I quickly began lapping up her salty soles. There was no time to savor the taste. I had a job to do.

“Pick it up a bit. You’re only task is to clean all the sweat and lick all the stink away.” I licked harder and faster, making sure I didn’t miss a wrinkle. “Don’t forget to get between my toes. That’s where the smell is the strongest.” I weaved my tongue in and out of her toes, cleaning out any sweat and gunk hiding in the crevices. The sensations along with hearing her speak to me the way she did made me want to unload in my pants.

When someone knocked on her office door, she said, “Yes?” My heart sank a bit, but I continued licking in complete bliss.

“We should start heading out,” I heard one of her other aides say through the door. Good thing she didn’t step inside or we would’ve been caught in a comprising position.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Senator Levy said and I could hear the aide step away into the hallway.

“That’s enough,” she said as she snapped her fingers. I then used the inside of my suit jacket to wipe my saliva off her feet and dry them clean. They were still a little stinky, I could tell. But at least now, it wasn’t so noticeable. Someone would have to get in really close to pick up anything.

I carefully placed her block-heeled flats back on her feet and wiped them with my hand. “Looks like we have something to add to the list of tasks you can do for me,” she said with a raised eyebrow.

As I stood up and dusted my pants off, I watched her reach into her purse, pull out a stick of gum and hand it to me. “Chew this, and whatever you do, don’t speak to anyone for the rest of the day.”

“Got it,” I said.

“Here,” she said, as she handed me another piece. “I’ll have someone bring you an extra bottle of water and maybe you can find mouthwash somewhere. Your tongue is going to stink like my raunchy toes. It’s hilarious. I can’t believe you really did that for me.”

“Anything for you,” I said, savoring as much of her flavor as I could before sticking the piece of mint gum in my mouth.

“Huh,” was all she said back as she smirked before getting her belongings ready.

***

I didn’t attend the talk, but I later learned that she had removed her flats while speaking to people and photos had appeared online. It turned me on incredibly knowing her feet didn’t reek because of me. That it was my tongue that had the honor of cleaning her famous soles. That it made me feel more loyal to her than ever before. After that, I was willing to take a bullet for her no matter who was firing the shot.

It was strange seeing her in the public eye after that. Knowing I got to enjoy the way her heels brought out her gorgeous veins. I loved seeing her stretch her feet and toes after a day in pumps. I loved her plump heels and cute side wrinkles. Now I knew what her feet tasted like and I was hungry for more.

***

I continued being her office odor eater and sole masseuse, which made me feel tremendously lucky. And nothing made me happier than tongue bathing her tired, gorgeously fragrant feet whenever she needed me. It was the best high I’d ever experienced in my life. What had I done to have scored my foot Fetish dream job?

One day after she treated all of her aides to dinner while on a trip to L.A., she invited me to her hotel suite. It was a scenario I had been playing out in my head for a while now.

I stepped into her suite and noticed that all the curtains were drawn. She wants privacy. Nice. I watched as she put away her reading glasses inside her leather briefcase and closed her laptop, which was resting on top of a desk. She was wearing a periwinkle blazer, black skirt and black sheer stockings with black leather midheel pumps on her feet.

“Care for a drink?” she asked and I glanced at the already opened white bottle of Moët Ice Impérial on the desk along with two empty glasses and a white bucket of ice. “Call it an early celebration. Don’t worry, there will be more bottles of champagne tomorrow.”

“Sure,” I said. Then I watched her pour me a glass and put ice cubes in it and hand it to me. She poured herself a glass too and we took seats on the gray-green couch. I remembered to remove my smartphone, turned it off and set it down on the circular white coffee table so she’d know I wasn’t trying to record us or sneakily snap any pics of her.

“Did you know that my feet are listed on wikiFeet?” she asked with a laugh.

“Of course. I’m a frequent visitor,” I said with a wink as I took a sip of my champagne.

“Maybe I was a foot model in another life. I do have a pretty decent feet rating on the site. Better than any other senator,” she said with a giggle. “Although some of the comments are pretty mean. Someone actually said I should ‘keep those dogs caged’!”

“I wouldn’t pay attention to those.”

“That’s sound advice.”

“You have beautiful feet,” I said. “Too beautiful to be judged.”

“Thank you,” she said with a warm smile. “I guess I’m learning to Love them. Afterall, they do so much for me.”

After we finished our drinks, we set our glasses down on the coffee table and I followed her into the bedroom and noticed that her bed, with a large upholstered headboard, was still made. She took a seat in a gray-green armchair, slipped out of her pumps and put her nyloned feet up on the ottoman.

“I have to admit, this arrangement is starting to fulfill me in ways I never imagined,” she said with a crooked smile as she stretched her toes.

“Is that so?” She nodded. “I do know that if any of this should leak out to the press, my political career will be over. But I trust you. You’ve been loyal to me for a long time now.”

“That I have been,” I said.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not, but I’ve been building up my scent for you on purpose. Have you noticed that it’s been growing more potent?”

“I did,” I said with a greedy grin.

“You should know that it turns me on. Not just what you do with your soft lips and talented tongue. But the act of making my feet stinky. It really gets me going. And I cherish our special sessions together.”

“I do too.”

“I know my husband can’t stand it,” she said with a laugh. “He hates feet. And he can’t handle it when my mine are Hot and smelly. He never gets near them. I have to beg for foot rubs and he always half-asses them, even after showering and scrubbing them clean. Then you come along and are willing to lick my raunchy, stinky feet with the passion of an artist. And nothing makes me feel more powerful,” she said as she rubbed her neck with her manicured hand and I briefly glanced at her wedding ring. “I should probably be careful around the office, however. I think some of the other aides are starting to notice my aroma. These piggies don’t exactly smell like roses.”

“No, they don’t. But I’d bottle that aroma up and wear it like perfume if I could.”

“I bet you would,” she said as she bit down on her lower lip. “You’d rub it all over your neck and hairy chest. I’m just glad I finally have a chance to relax for a few hours.”

“You need and deserve it.”

“That’s right. Now remove your shirt and get down on your knees.” I obeyed her command and crawled over to her bare chested in my slacks and dress shoes. “You have such a yummy chest to go with those veiny forearms of yours.”

“Thank you.”

“I bet you’re aching to sniff my feet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Mmmmm, I Love the way you say please. Say it again.”

“Please.”

“Good. That’s good,” she said as she rubbed her nylon feet together and the swishing sound made my heart flutter in my chest. “The last few sessions, we’ve been in a rush. Understandably. Now, I want you to take your time. I want to enjoy the feeling of your tongue working my soles and between my toes. I want you to suck them, too.”

“Yes, anything you ask.”

“But sniff them first. Deeply. I want to hear you breathe them in. Take in their essence. Make me feel desired.”

I moved my face closer to her soles, shut my eyes and sniffed her pungent toes. The aroma was a sharp mix of leather, sweat and vinegar. It was my favorite combination and it instantly made me erect.

“You know, I’ve been on my feet all day. And it’s been quite warm out here. I’ve also been wearing the same nylons for a couple days, just for you.”

“Thank you. They smell amazing.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

I continued inhaling her feet and I never felt more calm but aroused at the same time. I was falling under her spell and she knew it.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable,” she said. “Unzip your pants.” I followed her command, unzipped my slacks and pulled out my hard cock and stroked it a bit. “Such a gorgeous cock you have too.”

She proceeded to rub my dick with one foot and let me sniff the other. I felt so much pleasure, I was afraid I’d cum on the spot. When I began licking my lips, she sensed that I was desperate to taste her sweat.

“Remember, it’s TGIF. So toes go in first,” she said with a grin. “Now open that pretty mouth of yours,” she said as I opened wide. As she stuffed her sweaty nyloned foot in my mouth, she continued rubbing my cock with her other silky foot. I was in foot lover ecstasy sucking her moist toes and taking in her odor. “Whatever you do, don’t cum. I want you hard for as long as possible so you can fuck me.”

At one point, she removed one of her stockings which she put on her arm like it was a long leather glove. And I watched as she rubbed it all over her clothed breasts and even sniffed it a few times. Then she got down on the carpet with me and proceeded to stroke my hard cock with her nylon covered hand which felt too good to describe. As she continued jerking me, she shoved her feet in my face, letting me get a whiff of one nyloned foot and one bare foot. With my senses melting away, I drifted into a timeless space where only her aroma existed. I don’t know how long I remained there, but I nearly lost it when she stuffed her bare toes in my mouth and covered my nose with the nylon encased toes of her other foot. It was so Hot that she was still wearing her blazer; it made me feel the full weight of the authority she had over me.

After worshipping her feet for what felt like twenty minutes stretched to an hour, she was finally ready to strip down. She removed her blazer and pulled down her skirt. Once she removed her top, she was standing in front of me in a black bra with a delectably matching thong on and one nylon stocking still on. When she removed her bra, I got a glimpse of her shapely breasts and sensitive pink nipples. After she removed her other stocking, she put it on her other hand and rubbed it all over her breasts. Then she had me on my knees so she could smother my face a bit with her nylon covered hand, letting me get a good hit to my olfactory senses.

As she climbed back on the armchair, using the ottoman as leg support, she lifted up her large pale Ass for me to admire. And I wondered how she was able to fit it all inside her skirt.

“Since you Love my delicious scent so much, why don’t you get a sniff of this,” she said with a laugh as she pulled her thong deeper into her Ass crack. And I didn’t hesitate to move my face in closer to get a nice whiff. After burying my nose in her crack and sniffing her muskiness, I kissed and licked the entire area and explored the surface of her cheeks as well. It was wildly Hot knowing she’d been walking around all day in that thong, and that it had been wedged between her cheeks, building up a delicious amount of sweat. I got incredibly hard sniffing the tiny thing like a dirty treat planted in her Ass for my canine nose to find.

“I have to fart,” she said with a giggle.

“That’s okay. I’ll catch it,” I said, breathing deeply into her Ass.

“Oot,” she said as she let out a little baby fart. “Wait, let me give you a juicier one.” A moment later she let one rip for my nose to taste. And I loved hearing her laugh as I breathed deeply, taking her Anal essence into my lungs.

My dick grew even harder when she pulled her thong off and slipped it on her bare foot like it was a silk sock. I instinctively opened my mouth and let her stuff her foot along with the thong inside my mouth. Tasting her Ass sweat and toes was mindblowing, to say the least. Once her thong was completely stuffed in my mouth, with help from my fingers and her toes, she began rubbing her feet all over my face. So the mix of vinegar and Ass flavor nearly sent me over the edge.

“I guess I found a new way to get my laundry done,” she said with a loud laugh. By the time I removed her thong from my mouth, it was soaked in my saliva.

I sucked her toes a bit more before we slowly moved over to a nearby desk with a mirror and I positioned the ottoman so she could climb on it with her knees. As she rested her hands on the desk, I teased her Ass with my dick before taking her deep from the back. I loved the way it felt jamming it in her wet furry Pussy. I continued fucking her as she moaned and I could see her open mouth in the mirror and I loved how pretty it looked in different shades of pleasure. I let her Ass clap against me as I fondled her and pumped harder. When I was almost ready to cum, she stepped down from the ottoman with one foot and I gripped her Ass cheek harder. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I pulled out and ejaculated all over her big juicy Ass like it was a blank canvas and my cock was full of white translucent paint. As I stroked my shaft a bit, I watched as she turned her head, dipped her finger in my semen and gave it a taste like it was icing on a cupcake. She then smiled at me and rubbed the rest of my sticky cum all over her Ass cheek and then did the same to her breast.