Fetish with a police officer

My name is Samuel and I am 28 years old and I work in the police department. The story of my fetish foot with a woman named Lisa, who is my colleague and 31 years old, with big eyes and long black eyebrows, big lips, and a uniform, and with a height of 1.77, she was taller than the rest of the female colleagues there, and with a foot size of 42, how did I know about her? I will tell you in advance. To be honest, after high school, I went to become a police officer because I had a series of interests since childhood. After I was able to get hired in the police ****, about 2 years later I was able to buy a house for myself and sometimes when there was a birthday party, we would celebrate there with friends and colleagues. Lisa was transferred to our police station about two years ago. When I saw Lisa, I really liked her and later we developed friendships and cooperation. Lisa was a hardworking, serious and social girl. One day, when friends were gathered at my house for a birthday, Lisa came and congratulated me and bought me a gift, which was perfume. I made up for it for her birthday. Lisa was in the case department and was in charge of the cases. Now I'd better get to the point. One day, I was looking for a file and went to Lisa's room. Lisa wasn't in the room, she had gone out. I had also found a file in my hand. I went to Lisa's drawers with a sense of prying. The left ones were locked and the top right one was locked, but the bottom one wasn't locked. It was as if Lisa had opened it and had forgotten to lock it. When I opened it, I saw a dildo with a vibrator in it. My eyes widened in surprise at how small it was. Suddenly, I felt footsteps. I said, "No, it's Lisa." Honestly, I didn't want her to come and see me in her room like this. I went under her desk. There was an empty space. Of course, it was covered all around. There was only a square space. I went in and stuck to the bottom of it. Suddenly, I felt the door to the room open. Lisa came in and sat behind her chair. I said, "The desk was low, and the inner square where I was was not visible at all. Unless you sat on my knees so you could see the inside of the square. Let's go." Lisa sat behind her chair and moved closer to the desk, so that her feet were only 20 centimeters away from my face. She had put her left foot on her right foot. After a few minutes of moving her legs, She pushed the heel of her shoe with her feet and took off her shoes. They were high-heeled women's shoes. When she took off her shoes, the smell of her feet, socks, and shoes filled the entire place where I was. I was so nervous that she wouldn't see me there and wouldn't understand that I was here because I was so scared and stressed. I was sweating like this. At the same time, the smell of Lisa's feet filled the place so much that I was going crazy. She put her left foot on her right foot again and was shaking it. She was shaking her big feet, which were in thick black socks. I said, "Only her feet were 20 centimeters away from me." Very slowly, I put my nose close to her feet and started sniffing. Of course, I was careful not to get too close to her feet so that her feet wouldn't touch my face and she would understand. I started smelling her socks, they smelled really bad. Then I picked up one of her shoes that were on the floor and looked under them to see what size her feet were. Even though it was dark and there was little light, I could see with some difficulty that she was wearing a size 42. I held her shoes in front of my face and started smelling them, rubbing my dick from her pants into her shoes, especially the soles of her shoes. After a few minutes of rubbing my dick and smelling her shoes, semen came out and I put her shoes on the floor and I was lying there under the table. Of course, I had gathered myself so much that Lisa's feet wouldn't touch my body at some point because of the semen coming out. I was stressed out and I cursed myself a lot, wondering why I came under this table at all and how I could get out of this. I waited for something to happen. After a few hours, when I was really starting to pass out, I was bored, and I couldn't stand it anymore, when I saw one of the female colleagues there knock on the door and open it and tell Lisa, "Come in, Mr. Boss, you have a job." She pulled her shoes with her feet, quickly put them on, and left. He left the room. I was happy too, because I was finally able to get rid of him. I quickly ran out of the room, too fast to figure out how I got to my room. My heart was beating so fast from the excitement that I almost had a stroke right there. Then I went to the juice bar and had about three coffees and seven chocolates until I felt better. Then it was lunch time. I ate my lunch and went to see Jack, who was in charge of the office camera footage. He was my friend. Finally, after I attracted his attention with a certain amount of money, he agreed to delete the parts I had asked for. Almost two weeks passed. Although we were close to Lisa, there was no romantic relationship between us. It was just cooperation. I gradually became interested in Lisa and knew that she was also interested in me. She never showed it with words or gestures. If she did, it was either very little or very indirect so that no one would notice. When I found out that Lisa's house was not far from mine and that her house was almost the same place as mine, I took advantage of this opportunity. For about two months, I would personally pick her up after our working hours. At first, she would offer a lot and say no, but she gradually agreed. During this time, we had talked a lot and we had become friends. In short, I was able to win her over during this time and even more often than not, I tried. I would rub myself or my hand against his body. At first he would get very nervous and would scream and fight. Later he wouldn't scream and fight. Only when I rubbed my hand against him would he freeze or pull back. Later he wouldn't react anymore and I would easily put my hand on his chest, his back, and even his legs. Of course, I would do all this through his clothes. He would do this rubbing when I was driving the car, in a quiet place or without any problems. Not while driving. In the end, while rubbing, he would only say one thing to me: "Samuel, we are partners, you shouldn't do this."I told her that if both parties liked each other, even if they were my colleagues, it would still be okay, but she was still neither convinced nor willing to let us go. One day, I was in my room. Lisa came into the room and said, "The boss said, 'Give me a certain file. I'll put it in the archive.' I had taken it home last time. But I told Lisa, 'Tell the boss that I didn't look.' Lisa, although she wasn't satisfied, agreed. I told her, 'We'll go home after work. I'll take the file and give it to you. You take it home. Bring it to the office tomorrow.' Lisa nodded in agreement. The work day was over, and Lisa and I got into my car. I told her, 'On the way, let's go home first.' I'll give you the file and then I'll let you go to your house so you can put it in the archive tomorrow morning, but the file was a plan. I wanted to take Lisa home. The file was an excuse for something else. We went. When we arrived, Lisa told me at the door, Samuel, I'll stay in the car while you go get the file. I told her, Lisa, wouldn't it be better if you came to my house so we could talk for a while and have a beer. I finally managed to convince her to get out of the car and come with me inside. I threw the key in the front door and unlocked it. We went inside. We went up the stairs. We reached the door. I opened the door. We went inside. She wasn't in her uniform because she had changed her clothes at the police station, but she was dressed like she was at work. She was wearing a shirt, long pants, women's heels, and black socks. I offered her to sit on the couch while I went to get the file from my room. But the file was an excuse. I had to finish the job right here, right now. I had the file in my hand. I came out of the room and went to her and told her, "This is Lisa." The case, Lisa also thanked me, we talked a little and had a beer, I was sitting next to her, I knew she was about to get up and go, I started talking to her again so she would be busy, she would go later. Between talking, I kept putting my hand on her thigh, I kept pulling her closer to me, because of Lisa's pants, she kept pulling herself back and getting closer to the sofa arm, and every time she moved further away from me, I kept getting closer to her, Lisa told me, wait, I know what happened in my room a while ago, so tell me the truth, are you a ****? I was both surprised and scared, so I asked her how you know, Lisa smiled and said, my office also has another camera that is only connected to my computer. Well, you didn't answer my question, are you interested in being a ****? I said, no, they were slaves, but I have a foot fetish, Lisa smiled and said, okay, so I'll help you too.

We started kissing each other's lips. We continued kissing for about 5 minutes, I told her, just enjoy it. I bent down to go to her feet. I bent down and kissed her feet from below, looking at her face. I saw her reaction. Hey, she wanted to tell me something to stop me, but she knew that I wasn't indifferent. After kissing her feet a few times, I placed her big feet on my thigh and started rubbing her big feet, first the left one, then the right one. I rubbed her feet through her socks. I couldn't stop myself anymore. It was time to lick. I brought her left foot up and put my face against her foot. I started smelling her socks. The smell of her sweat was driving me crazy. I smelled her socks on both feet in turn, one by one, then two by two together. Then I took off her socks. I held them in front of my nose. I started smelling them again. I smelled them for a few minutes, then I threw the socks aside. I held her feet together with my hands. I rubbed Lisa's big size 42 feet with my big, long fingers. And her unpainted nails. First I started smelling and kissing her feet, then I put her feet up. Like this, with her two feet stuck together, I started licking her heels. I ate them one by one, licking them one by one in my mouth, sucking them with my teeth. After a few minutes, I went to the soles of her feet. I started licking and licking the soles of her long and big feet. What soft, curved feet they are. Then I went to her toes. Wow, don't you know, big, long toes with smooth, clean nails and no polish? First, I started with the right toe, one by one, from the little toe, the toes themselves, and the fingers between the toes to the big toe next to the thumb, but I didn't lick the thumb. I went to the toes of her left toe. She licked them like a real person and put her thumbs in. Finally, I went to the tip of her thumb, put her big toes in my mouth until I could lick and suck them. After a few minutes, I was done. My mouth was watering. I wiped my chin, but Lisa's legs were still wet and my saliva was dripping from them. I took my dick out of my pants and put it between Lisa's legs for a footjob, then I moved it up and down a few times. At the same time, I was holding one of Lisa's socks in front of my nose and smelling it. I ejaculated and my semen spilled onto Lisa's legs. Finally, I calmed down, but Lisa grabbed my dick with her legs and wouldn't let go, saying, "I haven't satisfied yet." I told her, "But I can't." Lisa said, "Then I'll do it myself." She pinned me to her legs and then started footjobing. It was hard and painful for me, but Lisa held me tightly. I ejaculated again, but Lisa didn't let go of me and continued footjobing. My body was cold and I was sweating profusely. My mouth was dry. Lisa continued. She opened her legs a little and locked my body between her legs. She put one hand in her pants and masturbated with her pussy. At the same time, she was footjobing me with her legs. Lisa was moaning with intense lust and I was moaning with intense pain. I ejaculated for the third time. I couldn't control myself anymore. I couldn't do anything. This time, less semen came out. I couldn't even moan. But this didn't stop Lisa. She continued to moan and continue masturbating. BlahRa made a loud moan and stopped, it was clear that he was happy. He took his hand out of his pants and rubbed his face. His hand was completely wet. Lisa was leaning back and taking a deep breath. She had spread her legs, but I, unable to move, was clinging to her leg and resting my head on her thigh. Lisa started playing with my hair and said, "Samuel, it was a really good day. Thank you for your hospitality." She put her hand under my arm and lifted me up, helped me sit on the sofa, kissed my lips and said, "Well, I have to go now. I hope to see you later."