Smart school girl wants her sexy feet worshiped (foot fetish, foot worship, student feet, school)

Title: “A Lonely Czech Teacher’s Foot Fetish Fulfillment”

The school day was almost over, and Mr. Novak was eagerly counting down the minutes until the last bell would ring. The thirty-five year old history teacher had been teaching at the prestigious Prague academy for over a decade, and while he loved his job, there was one particular student who occupied his thoughts more than any pupil ever had – Hana Novakova.

Hana, a 19-year-old ensuring the junior class, was the epitome of Czech beauty. She had long, golden hair that cascaded down her back, bright blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and mischief, and a lithe, athletic figure that was pure temptation. Mr. Novak tried his best to keep his desires in check, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the forbidden allure of his sexy young student.

As the final minutes ticked away, Hana approached his desk with a sultry smile. “I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Novak,” she purred, “but I need to stay after class to discuss my term paper.” Her voice was like silk, and Mr. Novak felt his pulse quicken. “Of course, Hana,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m happy to help.”

Once the other students had filed out of the room, Hana closed the door and turned to face him. Slowly, she pushed up the hem of her uniforms navy blue skirt, revealing a pair of sheer black stockings and the most exquisite bare feet Mr. Novak had ever seen.

Hana’s feet were small and delicate, with high, proud arches and curvy, pointed toes. Her soles were perfect, with just the right amount of soft, feathery wrinkles. As she stepped closer, Mr. Novak could smell the sweet, clean scent of her skin, and he felt his cock beginning to stiffen in his slacks.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Novak?” Hana asked coyly, propping one foot up on his desk. Her heel dug into the polished wood, and Mr. Novak found himself staring at the subtle flex of her muscles as she wiggled her toes. “I…I’m not sure,” he stammered, his mouth going dry.

Hana knew exactly what she was doing. She traced a delicate toe along the edge of the desk, then slowly ran it up Mr. Novak’s arm. “Well,” she said huskily, “maybe you could start by worshiping my feet. I know you want to, Mr. Novak.”

The teacher could only nod dumbly as Hana swung her leg over his lap and pressed the sole of her foot against his crotch. He gasped as he felt his cock harden even more, straining against the confines of his pants. Hana ground her foot against him, teasing him mercilessly, and Mr. Novak knew he was lost.

Without thinking, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the arch of Hana’s foot. She sighed softly, and Mr. Novak found himself kissing his way along her skin, savoring every inch of her pristine, perfect flesh. He traced the delicate bones of her toes with his tongue, then suckled gently at the pads of her feet, feeling Hana tremble with pleasure above him.

Hana took Mr. Novak’s hands and guided them to the creamy white skin of her thighs, encouraging him to run his palms along her silky smooth legs. The teacher obeyed eagerly, his fingers dipping beneath the lacy tops of her stockings to caress the bare skin of her skin. Hana moaned softly, and Mr. Novak could feel her warm breath on his neck as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Take off my stockings,” she breathed. “I want to feel your mouth all over my bare feet.”

Mr. Novak reached up and hooked his fingers into the tops of Hana’s stockings, then slowly rolled them down, revealing more and more of her creamy thighs. As he reached her ankles, Hana lifted one foot and then the other, allowing him to slip the obscene lace of her thigh-highs off completely. She wiggled her toes teasingly, and Mr. Novak felt his cock throb with need.

“I want to taste your bare feet, Hana,” he pleaded, nuzzling the arch of her foot. “I want to lick and suck and kiss every inch of your perfect skin.”

Hana smiled coyly and leaned back, spreading her legs apart so that Mr. Novak could see the damp spot on her white cotton panties. “Then get to work, Mr. Novak,” she purred. “Worship me like the goddess I am.”

The teacher knew he had crossed a line, but he didn’t care. His world had narrowed to the scent of Hana’s skin and the feel of her soft, sensitive feet beneath his lips and tongue. He kissed and licked his way along her soles, savoring the delicate flavour of her skin and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her clean, feminine flesh.

Hana sighed and squirmed in his lap as Mr. Novak got to work, her cute toes flexing and curling with each brush of his tongue. The higher he worshipped her feet, the more she pressed them against his straining erection, rubbing and grinding until the teacher thought he might explode from the teasing pressure.

But Mr. Novak wanted more. He wanted to see Hana swell with pleasure, to hear her cry out in ecstasy as he played her body like an instrument. Driven by his fantasies, he switched tactics, taking Hana’s toes into his mouth one by one and sucking hard, relishing the rapid pulse of her foot in his mouth as he pleasured her.

“Mmmm, oh my god!” Hana moaned, her hips bucking against him. “Don’t stop, Mr. Novak! Suck my toes, harder!”

The teacher obeyed, redoubling his efforts as he took all five of Hana’s dainty digits into his mouth and suckled them feverishly. His hands roamed her silky legs, caressing her thighs and the sweet curve of her ass as he laved her feet with his tongue. Hana was gasping and writhing above him, her panties soaked through with her arousal.

Just as Hana’s body began to convulse in orgasm, Mr. Novak began to come himself, his cock pulsing in his pants as he sucked and worshipped his student’s perfect toes. They rode out the waves of their climax together, lost in a haze of lust and sin. But even as the fog of pleasure began to clear, Mr. Novak knew it would never be enough. The craving had only begun.