Teacher worships student’s feet (big feet, sexy soles, schoolgirl, barefoot

Title: Teacher’s Feet Fetish: A Lewd Tale of Power and Lust

The classroom was empty, save for the faint hum of the overhead lights and the tick-tock of the wall clock. Mr. Novak, the history teacher, sat at his desk, his tie askew and his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his thigh, the other idly twirling his fountain pen.

It had been a long day, filled with doodling in textbooks and sneaking glances at his students’ bare feet as they shifted in their seats. Mr. Novak had always had a thing for feet, especially those of young women. The way they wiggled enticingly in their sandals, the occasional flash of pink polish on perfectly pedicured toes, the delicate arches and high insteps – it drove him wild with desire.

As he sat there, lost in his naughty fantasies, a knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” he called, quickly straightening his appearance.

The door opened, and in walked Jana, one of his brightest students. At 18, she was a lovely young woman, with long brunette hair, bright green eyes, and a figure that filled out her short skirt and tight blouse quite nicely. But it was her feet that drew Mr. Novak’s gaze.

Jana padded into the room barefoot, her long toes curled ever so slightly against the cold linoleum. Her feet were large for her age, but that only served to excite Mr. Novak more. He imagined feeling those soft, warm soles pressed against his skin, those delicate toes tracing patterns over his chest. His cock stirred to life beneath his pants.

“Mr. Novak,” Jana said, her voice soft and melodic, “I was wondering if I could get some extra credit. I’m struggling a bit in your class.”

Mr. Novak licked his lips, his eyes roaming over Jana’s body before settling back on those tantalizing feet. “Of course, Jana,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’d be happy to help you with that.”

Jana smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. She sauntered over to his desk, her hips swaying seductively. Mr. Novak felt his heart beat faster as she leaned forward, giving him a generous view of her cleavage.

“I have a few ideas, Mr. Novak,” she purred. “But I’m not sure if you’re up for the challenge.”

Mr. Novak swallowed hard, his cock now fully erect. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t resist. “Try me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jana smiled, a wicked twist to her lips. In a flash, she had hopped up onto his desk, her bare feet scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood. Mr. Novak groaned as he caught sight of her long, pink-painted toes, now mere inches from his face.

“First,” Jana said, “I want you to worship my feet.”

Mr. Novak felt a jolt of electricity run through his body at her words. Slowly, almost reverently, he reached out and took one of Jana’s feet in his hand. It was warm and soft, the skin smooth as velvet. He brought it to his face, inhaling deeply of her sweet, clean scent.

His lips brushed the sole of her foot, light as a feather, and he felt her shudder in response. Emboldened, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her arch, his tongue darting out to taste her skin.

“Mmm,” Jana moaned, “that’s it, Mr. Novak. Show me how much you love my feet.”

Mr. Novak was only too happy to comply. He kissed and licked every inch of her foot, savoring the feel of her wriggling toes against his lips. He suckled on her toes, one by one, delighting in the sharp little gasps that Jana let out.

He moved on to her other foot, lavishing it with the same attention. His hands roamed up her calves, squeezing and caressing the firm, toned muscles. Jana spread her legs wider, giving him better access to the heat between her thighs.

Mr. Novak could feel his control slipping away, his desire taking over. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. With a groan of need, he buried his face between Jana’s feet, licking and kissing his way up her legs until his lips brushed the lacy edge of her panties.

Jana’s head fell back, her eyes closed in bliss. “Oh, Mr. Novak,” she whispered, “you’re so good at this. I think you’ve earned a reward.”

With that, she reached down and pulled aside her panties, revealing the glistening pink folds of her pussy. Mr. Novak’s mouth watered at the sight. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her sweet nectar.

Jana cried out, her hands fisting in his hair as he licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with long, firm strokes. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her tighter against his face.

He could feel his own desire reaching a fever pitch. His cock was straining against his pants, hard and aching for relief. But he pushed his own needs aside, focused solely on pleasing Jana.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and he could feel her body tensing, preparing for release. He doubled his efforts, licking and sucking with renewed fervor. With a final, hard suck on her clit, Jana screamed out her orgasm, her juices flooding his mouth.

Mr. Novak licked and kissed her through the aftershocks, savoring the taste of her release. When she was finally spent, he gently lowered her legs and stood up, his cheeks flushed and his breathing heavy.

Jana smiled up at him, her eyes soft and satisfied. “Thank you, Mr. Novak,” she purred. “I think that will help with my extra credit.”

Mr. Novak could only nod, his own need still burning inside him. Jana slid off the desk and straightened her clothes, a knowing smile on her face.

“I’ll see you next class,” she said, blowing him a kiss as she sauntered out the door.

Mr. Novak fell into his chair, his head spinning with the incredible experience. He knew he was playing with fire, that this could cost him his job if anyone found out. But as he palmed his aching cock through his pants, he knew he would risk it all for another taste of Jana’s sweet feet.