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THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY BUT IS BASED ON REAL LIFE PEOPLE.

My name is Ashley. I am an 18-year-old girl in my second year of sixth form. For anyone not familiar with the British education system, this means that I am in my 13th year of school overall, or my 7th year of secondary school. In sixth form, you take A Levels, which are what you need to get in to university.

I am a lesbian, and for as long as I remember I have had a massive foot fetish, particularly for smelly feet. Everyday after school, I would masturbate to the thought of one of my classmates' smelly feet, whether it be bare feet, tights, socks, flats or lace-up shoes, most if not all of my masturbation is accompanied by a fantasy of smelling one of my female classmates' stinky feet and shoes. This still continues to this day.

Over the years, I have fantasized about many different girls' feet in my school year, but one of them stood out recently. Her name is Molly. She is 18 as well, just a few months older than me, and is shorter than me (I'm about 5'9", so let's say she's about 5'6" or 5'7"). She has medium length light brown hair and is one of the prettiest girls in my year. She has worn the same pair of black lace-up shoes every day this school year, and more often than not wears them with tights/nylons with black ankle socks over the top. I always fantasize about how her feet must sweat under all those layers and how bad they must smell. The shoes quite clearly show the effect of her frequent use, with creases on the top from where she walks and with the laces fraying at the ends. I can only imagine how bad they must smell after a long day at school with her nylon and sock-clad feet in. I always fantasize about how her feet must have left imprints in the soles of the shoes after over a year of wearing them.

Molly's smelly feet have always been one of the more popular fantasies of mine to masturbate to, and I often find my eyes drawn to her feet while I'm at school, especially when she crosses her legs over and dangles one foot, occasionally flexing her toes up and down inside the shoe. giving me an arousing foot show without her even knowing. I should say, her feet are rather small, and though I'm not 100% sure of her actual foot size, I would guess about size 5 or 6 in UK size. For months, nothing more happened than me staring at her feet for most of my day and relieving myself with the thought of burying my nose in her sweaty toes when I got home.

However, one day recently changed this forever. I was sat next to Molly while we were both on computers in the school's sixth form block. It was about 14 degrees celsius on this day, which may not seem very warm to some but for England in March this was very warm compared to our other weather this year. Even so, the floor heating was still on in the sixth form block, making the whole place quite hot even with the windows open. Molly was wearing her usual black lace-up shoes with black tights and black ankle socks over the top of them, with a black skirt. After about 20 minutes of just small talk and us getting on with work on the computers, Molly said "I'm sorry, I need to take my socks off. It's too hot in here, my feet are sweating." I didn't say anything, just began to fantasize about the smell of her feet and shoes after how much they must be sweating from the warm weather and the heated floor. After my lack of reply, she turned to me and said "Oh, don't worry, I'm wearing tights underneath!" as if I wasn't aware of this already, even though I had spent most of the day staring at said tights. "Sorry if my feet smell", she said, "but they're sweating like crazy in this heat". Her shoes dropped to the floor, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her black socks being peeled off her nylon-clad feet. Becoming extremely aroused, and not even focused on my work anymore, I couldn't give up this opportunity. I dropped the pen I was holding on the floor, (classic trick for getting a whiff of someone's shoes, I know), right next to where she had left her shoes. "Oops, butterfingers" I joked as I reached down for my pen. As I bent my head down, I could see inside her shoes at the soles, which had faint dark imprints of where her heels and her toes had pressed in the shoes. Thinking I couldn't possibly get more aroused, as my hand got to my pen, I silently inhaled deeply, taking in one of the greatest smells to have ever entered my nose in my life. Her shoes gave off a slightly sweet, but strong aroma that filled my nostrils, and I had to take a moment before lifting my head back up in front of my desk, my vagina quivering at the thought of burying my nose inside those stinky shoes. Molly said "it must have stunk down there! Haha, I could've picked your pen up for you if you asked". Blushing, I could only say "haha, I didn't think of that, not the best time to drop my pen really was it". We both chuckled and got back to our work. Molly didn't say anything to me for the rest of the day. Did she know? Did she realize how convienent it was that I dropped my pen at the same time her stinky shoes were on the floor next to me?

This changed right at the end of the day. Just as I was about to rush home in anticipation of how fantastic my orgasm was going to be with the aroma of Molly's smelly school shoes still emanating slightly in my nose, Molly tapped my shoulder and whispered to me as I turned around, "meet me in the girl's toilets". As she walked away, I noticed she was back to wearing the socks over her tights in her black lace-up shoes. This was odd, as it hadn't gotten any cooler since our previous encounter mentioned above, which was about halfway through the day, in fact it had most likely gotten warmer. I was nervous about what she might have planned for me in the girl's toilets. Was she going to be pissed at me for enjoying the smell of her stinky shoes? Did she even know about my interest in her feet, and was this about something completely different that she just wanted to discuss in private? If it was, though, I couldn't understand why she wouldn't just private message me. At the time, it never occurred to me that it may in fact be to do with my interest in her feet, but in a good way. I had never had any experiences before with smelly feet, only fantasies, so this didn't cross my mind at all.

With all these thoughts racing in my mind, I made my way through the crowds of people rushing to get home to the girl's toilets. I cautiously opened the door to see Molly sat on a classroom chair near the sinks. God knows how she managed to get a classroom chair into the toilets without being questioned, but I wasn't going to ask if I had the slightest chance of getting near her feet. She was sat on the chair, one leg crossed over the other, her foot dangling and bouncing up and down in the air, teasing me. "Lock the door." she said bluntly not breaking eye contact with me for one second. Trembling, all the different possibilites of what was about to happen still racing through my head, I turned around and twisted the lock, shutting me and Molly alone together in the girl's toilets, the hustle and bustle of schoolkids rushing out of school outside in the corridor, just a step away.

Turning back around, Molly continued to look straight into my eyes, "Hello, Ashley" she said sternly, "I believe we have some... business to attend to". "D-do we?" I stuttered, her stern tone only making me even more nervous. "You know what, I don't even want to have to listen to your stuttering replies" she said condescendingly, "Lie here." she continued, pointing at the area underneath her chair. In an almost trance-like state, all I could do was look at her and back down at the floor over and over again, trying to say something which only came out as stuttering nonsense. "Didn't you hear me?" Molly raised her voice, which jolted me out of my trance and led me to walk toward her and sit down on the floor in front of her. "Lie on your back, Ashley". Almost like a robot, I did exactly as she told me, now lying flat on the cold, hard bathroom floor, looking up at her worryingly as she stared back down at me. Before I could react, she pulled out a roll of gaffa tape from behind her and in one quick movement tore a piece off and placed it perfectly over my mouth.

"There! That's better. Now I'll have no interruptions" Molly remarked. "Now, Ashley, I know your dirty little secret. You think I didn't notice you breathing in the smell of my old, sweaty shoe earlier? I had to bend my head down too, you know, so that I could take my socks off. I was right next to you. I thought that your pen dropping was a bit convienent. So I looked over to you, and I heard your deep breath as you came ever so close to my shoe. And I saw that sigh of pleasure as you exhaled". At this point, I knew I was busted, and my stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of what would come next. "You thought you were so secretive, didn't you?" Molly continued, "I've seen you staring at the floor near me a lot in class before, but my god I had no idea you liked the smell of sweaty feet. Clearly, Ashley, something has to be done about this. Someone needs to show you that sweaty, stinky feet in your face my not be as arousing as you'd hoped". This is it, I thought. I'm finally going to get to live out my fantasy with Molly's feet. "So, you dirty little footgirl, you're going to lie here, and you're going to smell my feet. You're going to do everything I tell you, and you're not going to stop smelling my feet until I say you can. In case the smell does become too much for you, which I'm sure it will, because my feet have been sweating waterfalls today in this heat, I have a little backup plan for you. You won't try and get away from my feet, because if you do, I'll tell every other girl in the year about your dirty little secret. I've seen you staring at their feet too, and there's no telling if they'll be as kind as I am being when they hear about your little fetish". It's happening, I thought. I was excited, my pussy already quivering at the thought of lying under Molly's stinky feet, but I couldn't help but think... what if she's right? What if I can't handle the smell? I've never been in this position before, and if it is too much for me... she wins.

Before I could have another thought, I watched as Molly began untying her worn, black lace-up shoes. She slowly slipped one of the shoes over her foot, purposefully elongating the process to tease me. With the shoe finally off, the last thing I saw was the evil smile on Molly's face before the shoe was pushed over my nose. Unable to breathe through my mouth, due to the tape, I took in that same glorious smell from earlier, only much stronger. I took continuous, long, deep inhales of the inside of her shoe, the strong, musky scent making me dizzy. The inside of her shoe around my nose felt warm and slightly damp from all the sweat. I kept inhaling until she took the shoe away from nose, the air around me now feeling strange in my nose compared to the strong aroma of Molly's shoes that had been filling my nose previously. "Do you like it, Ashley?" Molly remarked condescendingly, staring down at me. "You love it, don't you, you little footgirl". Molly quickly removed her other shoe, in lightning speed compared to how she took off the first one, and proceeded to push this one over my nose too, repeating the same process from before. "Breathe deeply, Ashley, and savour it, because it's only going to get worse from here". I was savouring it, as much as I could. I never wanted this to end. This is the fantasy I had been dreaming of for months, now actually happening. In the girl's toilets of my school, no less.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours, I had no idea of time at this point as I was completely focused on inhaling as much of Molly's stinky shoe aroma as I could, until Molly took the shoe away from my nose. Looking back up at Molly, she was now holding her sock-clad, nylon-clad feet in the air. "Remember these?" she said as she began peeling one of the socks off her foot in a similar manner to our earlier encounter. "These are the sweaty socks I had to take off earlier that allowed you to get your little whiff of my stinky shoes. How were they up close, Ash? Everything you wanted them to be? It's only going to get worse". She didn't realise it, but I think she meant 'better'. She didn't know how much foot stink I could handle, clearly, but we were both about to find out how resilient I am.

With that thought, Molly quickly ripped one side of the tape that was over my mouth, exposing my mouth but leaving the other side stuck on so that the tape was waving in the air. "Open wide!" Molly said in a childish tone, dangling her sweaty sock in the air above me as I suddenly realised what was about to happen. I obeyed Molly's command and opened my mouth as her sock was plunged into my mouth, the bottom of the area where her toes had been in the sock pushed directly onto my tongue. My mouth was filled with the salty taste of Molly's damp, sweaty sock as she pushed the tape back over my mouth, sealing the sock inside. "How does it taste, Ashley? Can you taste all that sweat dripping over your tongue?". Molly may not have realised, but I had never been so aroused in my life. I felt like if I were to touch my pussy I would climax right there and then. But it only got better. Or worse, by her standards.

Molly's now only nylon-covered foot was still floating in the air above me. I looked up and could see darker areas in her black nylons where all the sweat was, and I could see the dampness of them glistening in the light from the bathroom's ceiling lamps. Her sweaty sock had only been in my mouth for what felt like a minute before she lowered her nylon foot onto my face, her toes perfectly covering my nose. At this moment, I was overcome by the strongest, most pungent, most amazing smell to ever fill my nostrils. The smell of her shoes paled in comparison to this, they may as well have smelled like a rose bath. I could feel the dampness of her sweaty nylon feet on my face as I inhaled deeply while she flexed her toes over my nose. "Oh my god, Ashley. You love it don't you? I can smell that foot from here and even I'm gagging". I continued to inhale deeply and I think I surprised Molly with what my nose was capable of enduring, as she no longer had the evil smile on her face, but a look of slight shock. After many more minutes of Molly flexing her sweaty toes over my nose in a last ditch effort to try and beat me with the smell, and me continuously taking in the strong scent of her stinky nylon feet, she took the foot away from my nose, and stared at me in shock.

"Well, footgirl, I did not expect this at all. I expected you to be begging me to let you go at this point. I can't even handle the smell of my own feet from under my desk when I get home from school, but you... you really are something else." With that, I felt a sense of disappointment that me and Molly's foot session was already over. But this thought was quickly shunned away as Molly said, "Well, we might as well finish what we started here. I do enjoy feeling the air from your breaths passing through my toes." She then ripped the tape from over my mouth and pulled out her sock, which was now covered in my saliva. "Looks like we need a replacement here, don't we, my little foot bitch?". She then quickly tore off the sock from her other foot and plunged it toes-first onto my waiting tongue. The tape was pushed back over, and my mouth was once again filled with that salty taste of her foot sweat dripping out of her damp socks. Then, in one elegant motion, she put both her sweaty nylon feet together and lowered them both over my face, her sweaty toes resting on either side of my nose. My nostrils were filled with that pungent, slightly sweet aroma of sweat and I kept breathing deeply, almost reaching an orgasm without even touching my pussy.

Now realising how much she enjoyed this too, Molly leant back in her chair and put her arms behind her head. "Just lie there and smell my feet, Ash, and don't you dare try and move away. Not that you'd want to anyway, but you know what'll happen if you do". I knew exactly what Molly would do if I tried to move away, but there was no other place in the world I wanted to be right know other than under Molly's stinky, sweaty nylon feet with her damp socks filling my mouth and covering my tongue with their salty taste. After many minutes (hours?) of just the sounds of my deep inhales, I jumped slightly when Molly said "Do what you want to do then, Ash". I looked up at her through the gap between her feet confused, and she gestured toward my crotch and said "I know what you want to do, Ashley. Do it, you dirty little footgirl". With no hesitation, I reached down my panties and began vigorously rubbing my clit. Masturbation had never felt so good as my fingers rubbed up and down on my clit and the smell of Molly's sweaty nylon feet continued to fill my nose. "That's it Ashley", Molly said, "rub your cunt to the smell of my sweaty feet". This made me even more aroused, and I could feel an orgasm coming any minute. "Cum for me, Ashley. Do it, cum to the smell of my stinky feet and the taste of my sweaty socks." I could feel climax quickly approaching, and as
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