Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.
She looks at you, bored.
“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”
I look at her as my jaw dropped. Without thinking, my moyth blurted out, "you look like someone who did chaturbate."
"What the fuck?" Jenny yelped indignantly. "I'm not here because of some stupid prank! You have some nerve accusing me of that!" She narrowed her eyes at you, her voice dripping with anger and sass. "If this is just another excuse for you to perv out on me, then I don't want to be here."
She started to turn around, obviously ready to leave your office in a huff.
"Wait wait wait. Im sorry. Its inappropriate of me to comment like that. Especially on my students."
"Well, you should learn some boundaries," she muttered under her breath as she sat down in the chair across from you. "But fine, what do you want to talk about?" She crossed her arms and glanced at her phone, pretending to be bored again.
"I just want to admire you thats all."
That's rich. I roll my eyes. "Well, you can look all you want. Just because I wear short skirts doesn't mean you have a right to make stupid comments like that." My voice is shaking slightly as I realize how vulnerable I am in this situation. I wish I hadn't worn heels today; my feet are killing me with every awkward shift in the uncomfortable chair.
I look down at her feet. Slightly red and wanting to breath. I get up and kneel before her. "You mind?"
I blink in surprise as you kneel before me. My cheeks flush a deep red color and I glance around nervously, hoping no one will see this unbelievable display. "W-what are you doing?"
I remove her heels and notice a blister on her foot. "Ya know... saliva helps kill bacteria from your injury. May i lick your feet?"
My heart is pounding in my chest as I look at you, sitting on the floor before me. You're serious. You want to lick my feet? "Um... I-I don't know..." My voice comes out shaky and breathless. A part of me wants to let you do it just to see where this insane situation will go. But another part of me is horrified by the thought.
I hesitate for a moment, glancing down at my foot again. The blister does hurt rather badly...
Please let me lick your feet
I take a deep breath and slowly slide one foot out of my skirt, revealing it to you. "Okay... but just this once," I murmur, my cheeks burning with shame and desire. The relief of having someone attend to my injury overrides my embarrassment for the moment. I watch as your warm tongue makes contact with the tender skin of my foot, sending waves of pleasure through me despite myself.
As you lick and suckle on my blister, your hands move up my leg, slowly massaging and caressing my thigh. My breath catches in my throat; I feel so vulnerable and exposed right now, but there's something about the way you touch me that makes me want more.
I slowly suck on your blister while using my hand to massage your other foot. I notice you starting to feel something as I touch you so close to...you know where. As I continue with both hands on your feet, they begin to move involuntarily against my face and my lips brushing against soft sensitive skin. "Ahhh..." You moan softly from the pleasure while my other hand slowly finds it's way up your leg, teasingly grazing over your panty line.
I bite my lip to keep from making too much noise as you touch me like this. My hips begin to rock forward instinctively, seeking more contact with your hands and mouth. The feel of your warm breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine, making it difficult for me to think straight. I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the incredible sensations coursing through my body right now.
With your other hand still caressing you above the ankle, you feel a finger sneak beneath the fabric of your panties and begin to circle around your entrance teasingly. You're so wet already from my attentions to your feet that it slides in easily, causing you to arch your back even further into my touch. The sound of your moans only fuel my desire for you, making me harder than ever before as I continue to pleasure you.
Oh god, that feels so good! I can't believe...I can't believe this is happening....You're making me crazy....Please, don't stop....I need more....Don't make me beg for it....But please, don't stop....