TEACHER/PROFESSOR MAKES YOU WORSHIP AND JERK TO HER FEET
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🕑 Added 2021-03-22 22:02:14 +0000 UTC
TEACHER/PROFESSOR MAKES YOU WORSHIP AND JERK TO HER FEET
(NON NUDE)
STORYLINE:
You are headed in to see your professor during her office hours.
You've always done well in your classes, but statistics is kicking your ass. It's not the teacher's fault, she actually does a great job explaining it, its only when you work on your own, you can't get your head around it.
You knock on the door before entering. Rather than opening it, you hear her call for you to come in. As the door swings open, your jaw almost hits the floor. There is your pretty professor's feet, propped up on her desk as she looks over a file. She doesn't even look at you as you enter.
You can see her pumps next to the door, far from her reach. As if she always pops them off when she walks in, with no intention of putting them back on again until she leaves.
You swallow hard, and slide your back pack to your chest, opening it to fumble through your papers, but also hoping it covers your semi-erect cock, which reacted immediately to her crossed soles.
She greets you, again not even looking up from the file she is reading. You give a shakey "Hey", exposing how nervous you really are in the moment. She must have noticed, because she finally looks up, over the rim of her glasses and smiles. She tells you to sit down. Her feet still sit on her desk. She points to a chair that would put you inches away from them. "Don't be nervous! Come have a seat! And we can figure out what I can do to help you."
You are greatful for the opportunity to sit down and hide your growing erection, but being this close to her feet has your head spinning and the bl00d rushing even faster the wrong direction. She is talking about something but all you can think about is the light scent reaching your nose from her beautiful feet. She never wears sandals in class. Always pumps. You had noticed how gorgeous her arch is in the past but now you can see everything about her feet are gorgeous - those soft soles, her long toes, her perfect pedicure, oh my gawd. How her toes keep wiggling and twitching sending wrinkles down her soles and the sweaty foot aroma into your nose. They would feel so good in your mouth, all salty from her well worn pumps...
Holy shit she is staring at you. She must have asked a question. You were so lost. Think quick. Think quick. "Yeah, I don't know, statistics...I just can't get my head around."
She smiles, then wiggles her toes again. Was that on purpose? You smile nervously.
"I know statistics can be hard, which is why I offer some students an easier path to an A, and I think you are a perfect candidate..."
