Rub your foot in his face

He grumbled, untying your shoelaces. As he lifted your foot up to remove your shoe, a new idea began taking form in your head. The ultimate assertion of dominance right now. Mr Beaumont had just removed the shoe and was reaching for the sock when you shoved your foot in his face.

"Ack!" A muffled cry came, "What in blue blazes do-"

"How does my foot smell?"

"You- fuck-" he struggled, "it smells like sweat, like you ran here cause you were late. Now get your disgusting foot out of my face!"

"Why?" You ask, wiggling your clothed toes on his forehead, "You love the smell of feet, don't you?"

"Huh?" He gasped, exasperated, "No! I... no, of co- I..."

Your boss never finished his sentence. Rather, he inhaled, holding your clothed sole to his nose. As he exhaled, he sighed contentedly.

"Ohh..." he moaned, keeping the foot close to his face, "No, I shouldn't do this at work."

"Go on," you encouraged, slowly rubbing your foot on his face, "it smells too good to just ignore, right?"

"Hmm..." he sighed, inhaling again.

You laughed as you watched your once-alpha boss submit to your foot, sniffing it like his life depended on it.

"You know, Dale," you say, leaning back, "I bet my other foot smells just as good."

He paused for a moment, holding your socked foot to his face, before removing it with a moan. Your boss began untying your other shoe, throwing it off before bringing your other foot to his nose.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, chuckling throatily, "mmm, that's good."

With your free foot, you began rubbing his crotch. You found it tenting out in excitement, obviously plumping up as his head clouded in footed lust. He kept moaning, muffled but loudly, as he inhaled your scent and you rubbed his trapped cock.

"Oh, oh, oh," he was gasping, sniffing your sole more feverishly, "oh, oh, oh, oh!"

It was then you felt his dick spasm inside of his pants, cumming from the friction and new desires. Your boss, a grown man in his 50's, sat panting, a wet spot beginning to spread in his pants.

"Well, well, well," you shake your head, crossing your arms, "someone has been a very bad boy."