School Dayz: The Prof
Cumming In The Consequences! (Part 1)
Our Actions have consequences.
We’ve all heard that a million times right? But what they don’t tell you, is that not all consequences are bad… 😏
As I was about to find out later this afternoon, some consequences, like the one I would experience for teasing you wild with my bare soles during that exam, are toe-curling, orgasmic-fucking AMAZING!
So far it had just been another Monday afternoon. All my classes done by 2pm, leaving my usual 2 hour walk-in office hours from 2-4 for any of my students who needed it. After the most recent sole tease I had put you through in the arts common’s study hall, I was more than half expecting your hungry, eager, horny visit anytime now…
I don’t know much about what it must FEEL like for you to have a foot fetish, but I know for a fact that the soles of my feet would be a dream come true for any foot boys lips! So I was equally sure that at this point, you HAD to be beyond desperate to do anything to lick every plump, heavenly, detailed inch of mine! 😁
(I was even wearing sexy little heel booties today! My soft, sweaty bare soles all set to be kicked up on my desk in your face, watching as you slowly peeled them off and got lost in a literal dream cum true!)
But it wasn’t you who walked in my door that day, it was him.
Myles.
One of my older students, and a classmate of yours, leaving me more than a little bit disappointed that my last office hour slot was being taken by him and not you!! 😒
It’s not because I don’t like him or anything. Actually, his mark in my class is fabulous and he’s got a really good energy about him, I just would have much preferred finishing my day off with a foot massage from your tongue instead of doing more work/“teacher-ing”
As it would turn out, my work-teacher portion of the day was about to be officially over, and the moaning, gasping, giggling and cumming portion of my day was about to begin!? (And carry on well into the evening… 🥵)
It was 1009% the maturity and confidence he carried into my office, and the statements he was about to make, that got me so horny, eager and ready to have some fun with him! He was a significantly older student than most and knew it, using that obvious fact to his comfort and advantage.
Where you had become my on-campus shy, horny, foot toy, he was to become my on-campus Christian Grey! (A 50 Shades reference that will make sense in a minute!)
As if he was talking to me about something as simple as the weather, he sat down in the chair across from me and flat out called me out on that seductive little sole show I had put on during the exam!! 😳
Simple, humoured and straight to the point; Telling me how he had watched you getting destroyed by my soft, sexy soles, and had watched me very clearly have fun doing it!
I had been too busy teasing the fuck out of you, that I had completely missed him witnessing the whole thing!! 🫢
He continued, laughing about besides how totally evil that was of me, it was also a mesmerizing and incredible show. That “Beyond being drop dead gorgeous, my curvaceous, wrinkled soles were practically works of art” to guys like him.
… That “Works of art should be adored. Worshipped.”
I’m pretty sure I was wet by the end of his sentence? And if he didn’t keep going, diving into my heartstrings and burning his way deeper into my desires, I would have kicked up my feet on the desk and demanded his worship right then and there! 😍👸🏼
But he wasn’t done speaking.
As if reading my desires, he told me that he would happily worship my feet right then and there, allowing his lips the pleasure to explore every exquisite detail. But why stop there? He asked why we should waste the afternoon on just my feet when he would much rather worship every inch of me.
That he was what was known as a “Sensualist” and would love to make the rest of his afternoon all about me. “All. About. My. Pleasure.”
(🫠🫠🫠)
He continued...
“Besides, why would you ever just read those when you can live them?” He asked matter-of-factly, pointing over my left shoulder to the “50 Shades of Grey” trilogy on my book case. At this, I discovered I was literally biting my lower lip in a way that I thought only happened in movies! (🫦)
I was infatuated with those books!! Not the second and third ones so much, but my vibrator and I had enjoyed the first one together several times now!
So, me biting my lower lip as my clit hummed in my now wet panties, and him grinning back at me with the kinda pure hunger any woman can feel… I would have been fine with him tying me to my desk right there in my office!
Then he broke the overwhelming sexual tension with a simple question:
“My place or yours?”
To Be Continued...
xoxo
-Gwen 😈😇