Fantasy - college

I teach history at a small local college. During one particular semester, one of the girls in the class always seemed to be wearing skirts, high heels and hose. Lisa wasn't the best looking girl in the class, but it was always a treat to see her sitting there, third row back, dangling her shoes off her toes, twirling her hair. Being married, and respectful of my lack of tenure, I always maintained the proper distance and protocol. That didnt mean that I occasionally didn't jerk off thinking about her..but hey...we all do that.

Towards the end of the 1st semester, she missed a few classes, and I guess I was a little disappointed not seeing my fantasy toes and legs. When she did finally show back up, she was definitely behind in her classwork, and asked if she could speak to me after class.

After class, we sat in my office and spoke for a few minutes, her mainly asking for an extension on one paper. Try as I might, I kept finding myself staring at her feet, though I tried to blow it off as if I had just been staring at the floor. I gave her the extension, and she got up to leave, smiling impishly.

The next class she sat at the front of the class, and just seemed to look right through me. With her at the front now, I knew I'd been 'caught" checking out her feet. It was almost painful trying not to look. One day, she even wore a short skirt, and it was so hiked up I could see the top of the lace stockings she was wearing. Short leather skirt, seamed black stockings, and 5" stiletto heels...damn.

As the class emptied she walked over to the front of the class while I erased the board. She asked again for an extension on her paper, and as I turned around to speak to her, I knocked a book out of her hands. I knelt down to pick up the book for her, and she said, "You like it down there, don't you?" I looked up at her and muttered a "huh?' and she smiled saying, "You have a thing for feet don't you? I see you staring at them all the time. Would you like to kiss them?"

I immediately stood up and acted shocked, looking around to see if anyone else had heard it. She smiled and looked directly into my eyes saying, "I think that's hot. I love having a man kiss my feet, suck my toes, lick my shoes. Really, please, go ahead. No one will know." I stood there, half wanting to drop to my knees, half scared to death thinking about the consequences, when she hit with this out of this sexy pouty voice saying, "Please, just once, kiss them."

It was like slow motion and I was outside of my body as I dropped down onto one knee, reached for her foot as she lifted it towards my face, and as I held her foot in my hands, I planted a few soft kisses on her foot. I could smell her aroma, I knew her pussy was wet, and I placed my tongue between her shoe and her arch, giving it a slow lick. As she pulled her foot back, I stood up, and she smiled, winked, and said thank you for the extension.

Instead of going directly home that night, I decided I need to have a take. Sitting at a local watering hole, throwing back a few shots and beers, I determined that although that was pretty hot...it would stop here. After all, time was on my side, as the semester was about to end. She was hot, and that was a hot experience, but a 21 year old kid wasn't worth losing my wife and job over.

The next few weeks were tough, but I managed. Like a train wreck, I found myself occasionally staring, hell, leering, at her feet and ankles, but I really did maintain, at least on the outside. On the inside, I was in trouble. While I was having sex with my wife, I'd fantasize about shoving my cock into Lisa as I came. When I jacked off, all I could think about was licking her feet, the feeling of her silk stockings on my tongue.

Lisa turned in her paper finally, which was good. It was a battle of the wills, but I'd managed and things were back to normal. She never said anything, and I certainly didn't either. On the last day of class, she walked up, smiled and winked, and handed me her final exam, which I stacked on top of the others, and watched her walk out of classroom. "Man, that really is a sweet ass", I thought to myself. But, such is life.

During the next week, winter break between semesters, I finally hunkered down to grading the exams, and after 40 or so of them, I admit I smiled when I finally reached down and grabbed hers. As I did, something popped out of the exam. It was a color picture of her from calf down, wearing the black stockings and those same black stilettos, with a lipsticked kiss on it. Written on the glossy was "Thinking of you. See you soon. Lisa"

I was flattered, but nonplussed, as I stuck the photo in one of my desk drawers, and continued on.

The best thing about the break between semesters, is exactly that..it's a break. Few students are around, tenured professors are usually off speaking here and there, or sitting at home enjoying a life. I didn't mind having to come in, honestly. It was a chance to relax, get some prep work done for the following semester, and chill out.

So I was surprised when I heard someone open the door to my office, and when I looked around, you guessed it, Lisa. Still stunning, though just in a sweatshirt and jeans, I did quickly look down and see that she was wearing heels and hose. She asked if I was busy, and I kind of have was, I wanted to be professional, so I said "No..come on in. What can I do for you?"

We sat and talked for awhile, with her saying that she was thinking about switching her major to business. Never a bad call, I said, but shouldn't she be talking to the business professors instead of a history teacher? She laughed, and said she had already spoken to them, which is why she was on campus. She said she was just uncertain, and just wanted to speak to someone who'd kind of been there. It was a pretty open discussion, and quite business like. Inside I was pretty happy with myself, having 'maintained', if you know what I mean.

Soon the conversation began bouncing around..family, how were the holidays, next semesters classes, etc. She even began talking about the guy she was dating, Brad. It really was all cool, relaxed and casual. the problem with Brad, she said, was that even though he was good to her, and great in bed, he didn't appreciate her feet, and before I could even blink, she had both her feet in my lap, smiling at me.

I was clueless in that instant. A deer in the headlights. She said they were sore and tired..and asked me if I would rub them for her. My brain had turned off, but my hands were on autopilot, as they reached down and began massaging her feet. I could smell the odor of her nylons, and noticed that evidently it wasn't just my hands on autopilot, as I could feel my cock harden inside my pants.

I tried to be nonchalant as I massaged her feet, and talk about things..anything...hell. After about 20 minutes, she raised one of her feet up to my lips, and told me to give it a kiss, which I did. She smiled, and put it back in my lap, pushing against my now raging cock as she lifted her other foot to my lips. "Can't ignore one of them!" she said, and I closed my eyes as I puckered. She placed her foot to my lips, and guided her toe inside my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw she was looking directly into mine, and she cooed a little "Aww..that's so nice." She started to rise, and just before doing so pushed her other foot hard against my cock, saying, "Looks like someone needs attention." She flashed a quick smile, and turned, walking out the door. Just as the door closed, she glanced at me once more, sitting there with what must of been a totally stupid look on my face, and winked.

Two days later, sitting in my office again, I get an email on my yahoo account from her. Just as I began wondering how she got this and not just my work email, I remembered I typically gave it out to students as a backup in case the school systems were down. Since the students basically ran those, it was down more often than not. Her email said she'd be stopping in again tomorrow around 1, and she wanted to stop by and say thank you for the talk about switching majors.

Well, true to her word, around 1 she showed up. As she walked into the office, I could smell her perfume, and when I looked at her, I saw that she was wearing the same leather mini, stockings with the line in the back, and her 5 inch heels. I know she saw the "Wow" look on my face, and she smiled and said she wore these as part of her "thank you", since she knew I liked it.

She locked the door behind her as she sat down, and smiled at me. Without even hesitating, she placed both of her feet into my lap. She asked me, "Do you know how hot that was the other night, you sucking on my foot? It's all I thought about the last two days." Rubbing the sole of one her shoes against my groin, she obviously felt my cock rising to the situation, and she laughed, say I must of enjoyed it too.

I half-heartedly began to say something, when she slipped off one of her shoes and stuck her foot by my mouth. I was done. I immediately began kissing it, licking it. Tasting her arch, her toes. She shoved her toes into my mouth, and I began sucking on them. While she was doing this, she began grinding the spike of her other heel into my cock, and I began humping it back, feeling the spike push hard against the it.

She told me to pull my cock out for her, which I did, and she pushed it against my belly with the flat of her shoe, her spike digging into my balls in a painful, yet pleasurable way. Finally, slipping off her other shoe, she began rubbing it against the soft underside of my cock head. Lisa took her foot out of my mouth, and pushed against my shoulders telling me to "lean back for her". As I did, she began rubbing both her silk stockinged feet over my cock.

I was, I admit, in Heaven. She asked me if I liked this, and I said "yes" in between breaths. She told me how hot she thought this was, how she liked seeing her feet in control my cock. She asked me if I liked that too, knowing that her feet controlled my cock, and I said yes. "Tell me", she said. "Tell me my feet control your cock". "Yes". I half moaned, half spoke. "Your feet control my cock."

She continued jerking off my cock with her feet, and then began talking about her boyfriend Brad. "Brad's got a nice cock, but he doesn't ever pay attention to my feet. His cock is huge though, larger than yours, and I love having his cock inside me, thrusting. I mean, his cock is enormous, and I just love feeling his hot cock cum inside me. You dont mind that I like Brad's cock fucking me, do you?"

I could only reply a weak "No" as she really began working hard on my cock. Between her feet and thinking about her pussy getting filled with cock, my own cock was about to hit it's threshold.

"Umm" she said to me. "I'm glad you don't mind me fucking Brad's cock. What would really be hot though, is to see your cock cum on my stockings...feel your hot cum on my toes. Would you like to cum on my toes?"

"Oh god yes" I replied. "That's so hot...I want to feel your hot sticky cum on my stockings. I want to feel your cock pulse against my pumping out it's cum. And then I want you to get on your knees and lick my cummy toes. Will you do that for me?"

I was near blowing my load, and she knew it. I didn't answer her immediately, and she backed off rubbing my cock just enough..and said to me, "Ask me to cum on my toes, and ask me if you can get on your knees and lick your cum off them. Ask me..."

It was unbearable, and my cock was screaming, and finally I did it...

"Please let me cum on your toes, and please let me get on my knees and suck the cum off them." She began rubbing harder, and said, "you dont sound convincing. Ask again"

By now I was practically laying down in my chair, reach out to thrust against her feet, and I begged her, please let me cum on your feet, and let me lick the cum off them. And cum I did. The first shot actually landed on the side of her face, that's how hot I was.

Finally, spent and gasping, and totally drained, I looked at her. She had this HUGE smile on her face, as did I. She took a finger and wiped the side of her face, picking up a huge glob of my cum, and stuck it in her mouth, sucking her finger dry. Then she looked at me and smiled, and pointing to her feet and said, "Your turn."

I wasn't quite as enthused about all this as I had been a few seconds prior, but figured, "What the hell?", and dropped to my knees, and began licking my sperm off her toes. As I did, she commented on how hot it was to see a man on his knees eating cum, and how hot it made her. She asked how it felt, eating cum, and how it tasted. "Not bad", I replied, and she smiled, and said maybe I'd actually start liking the taste someday.

Horny again, I began licking up the side of her calf, and she pulled her leg away while shoving my head back. "Not now...not this time. Maybe later, ok?" She leaned down, gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and said, "Say Thank you."

And as I said "Thank you", she walked out of my office.

Lovesthighhighs

Outstanding story! Nice work. Please write more.

GH

Thank you Good. I had to take a break and take care of business ;) odd how I got a bit worked up

Over the next 3 weeks, Lisa came over two more times. I guess we had gotten past the "playing the game" portion of things. Both times it was her walking into my office, locking the door, and placing her stockinged feet on my lap, telling me to massage her poor sore sexy feet. And both times, I would suck on her toes, licking her sexy arches. As I would suck on her toes, she would power the majority if her foot into my mouth, telling me to suck her foot like I would a nice hard cock.

I wasn't what I considered "gay", but I was definitely in overdrive sexually sometimes. When in high school, I had gone over to a friends house. His Mom and Dad were just leaving, going to a square dance. Both were in costume, and his Mother had walked over to me where I was sitting on the couch talking to Alan, and lifted her skirt, showing me the ruffles underneath. What she also ended up showing me was her pantyhose covered legs..which *******ed me!
After they had gone, Alan and I had a few beers, and were in his living room watching MTV (which bored me), and for some reamister I asked him if he had ever had his cock sucked. He said no, and then I asked him if I could suck it for him. Alan wasn't nearly what one would consider "cool" in high school, and I have no clue what prompted me, but he reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled them down, exposing a huge cock. Clueless sexually, I tried my best to suck him off, but ended up having him jerk it off for me, and licked his cum off his cock.

So, when Lisa started with the "suck my foot like you would a cock" comments, my cock responded. Then she would have me undress, and start rubbing her heels, then feet, against my cock. She continued to tell me about how big and fat Brad's cock was, and how it felt exploding deep in her pussy. She'd laugh telling me there was no way my small clit would ever reach that far in her, but she loved how I would beg to lick my cum off her feet, and then humiliate myself by actually doing in.

After the last session, we sat and spoke for awhile, and I asked her what exactly she got out of all this. She just smiled and said she loved the power she felt, and that she loved watching me suck on her cummy toes.

Once classes started back up, the only time I ever saw her was either running to a class, or walking around with Brad. I was torn between wanting to say something to her, but at the same time being somewhat scared maybe she had said something to someone else.

It really began to gnaw at me sexually. I was always fantasizing about Brad fucking her, and sucking out his cum. When I'd have sex with my wife, just as I was coming I would imagine Lisa laughing at my cock, calling it a clit because it was so small and useless, and then demanding that I promise to suck my cum out of my wife's pussy before I was allowed to cum. And as I imagined myself saying Yes, that I would do anything for her, I would cum hard, and then without thinking, lower myself between my wife's legs, and begin licking her pussy, sucking my own cum out of her.

My wife was a little shocked at first, but then she began to enjoy the sensation, and even she began to make comments about how much I enjoyed my own cum. "You aren't turning gay, are you?" she would ask, and of course I would just laugh and blow it off. If she only knew!