FOOT JOI WITH MULE HEELS I hope you like my dress, I love silk and satin. Does it suit me? I have opted for these sexy open toe mules, dont they make my feet look gorgeous? My soft, delicate feet. But now, lets slip them off, really slowly.....teeny tiny little feet...that you want to touch. You want to touch them, lick them, suck my toes? Your cock grows at the thought of worshipping my feet, your pre cum dribbles out of the tip, you stroke for my feet.
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mmmmm... Look at these delicious tootsies! Do you want to see me lick and suck them? Do you want to see my toes going in my mouth? I'll bet you'd like my toes to go in your mouth, wouldn't you? Where shall I start? My big toe! Would you like to kiss my toes? Go on... take a lick. Taste them.
Thank you for joining me in my office after class. There are a few things we need to go through. I know that during gymnastics, you were staring quite a lot, weren't you? What were you staring at? We both know, don't we? Do you think it's appropriate to stare at your teacher's feet? It's not, is it? I've been a teacher for a long time and I know what young men actually want. You want to know just how stinky Miss Smith's flip-flops are, don't you? Go on... take a whiff. Take a really deep inhalation. Go on. Smell my flip-flop!
I suppose you'd like to see my boots and my socks, wouldn't you? You want the ultimate booted tease. I'll give you exactly what you want. I know what turns you on... what gets you hard. I'll bet you're touching yourself right now. Of course you are. Come on now, sweetie - wank for me!
Do you love my feet? Would you help me remove my pink shoes so I can show my soft, silky soles to you? Would you like that? Look at how the rays of the sun highlight them. See how delightful my toes are as I wiggle them for you. Look at them, and look at my beautiful legs. Do you want to worship them? I'll bet you do. I can't say that I blame you. They look so gorgeous in the sunlight.
It's time for you to get naked. Come on. Chop-chop! It's time for you to strip off. It's humiliation time, you little cunt. You know that I'm superior, don't you? Yeah, you do. So, you're stripping off while I stay dressed, because I'm fucking better than you! I live to humiliate types like you who have a stinky foot fetish. I've just come back from the gym and my armpits stink. Can you even imagine how bad my feet must smell? Do you want to sniff them? Hmmm? Let me take off my shoes so you can get your face in there. And now you want to smell my socks. They're the best because they soak up all the sweat. You want to smell them, don't you? Well, go on, you dirty little twat! Now, open your mouth. These are going in.
Let me clean my spectacles before we begin. I want to be able to see you clearly. I think we both know why you're here. I see you at your desk. You've probably never experienced a forward, suggestive teacher, but it's my job to notice these things. I believe you have a foot fetish. Not only a foot fetish, but I believe you have a Birkenstock fetish. Am I right? You're not feeling uncomfortable now, are you? Perhaps you'd like to take a whiff. Go on. Take a really good sniff. It pleases you, doesn't it? Here... smell both of them. Yes, that's it. Now, touch yourself. Stroke your cock. It's interesting... you don't do what you're told during lessons, but now, you certainly do. Naughty -- very naughty! Bear with me for a moment while I make myself more comfortable. Are these the kind of panties you expected your teacher to be wearing? You like that, don't you? That's it, stroke your cock. Keep going.
You would not believe some of the messages I'm getting on Instagram! There are people offering me money for my well-worn shoes. Can you believe that? Honestly, the things they say in these messages. It's like a proper fetish... a kink... like they're a shoe pervert. Why would anyone pay for these smelly old shoes? It's crazy, isn't it? Someone offered me double what I paid for these! Who knows what he'd do with them? Hmmm... maybe worth considering, though.
You like my boots, don't you? These boots drive you wild, and you know that when I unzip them, you're going to see those socks that drive you crazy. Just watch this zip go all the way down. Just look at those socks. Don't take your eyes off them as you wank your dick. You're weak for them, aren't you? Do you dribble for them? Do they make you cum? What would you give to be able to run your hands over them? Do you want to sniff them? Go on... bring your face right here and smell them. Smell my white, worn socks.
I'm meeting with one of my college professors, trying to get him to raise my "C" to a "B" or an "A." Although he initially suggests I work harder, I offer some alternatives I think we may both enjoy, including rubbing my boots and massaging my legs. My very short skirt and sheer panties ought to help convince him I deserve a better grade.
I thought that we had found a solution to the problem of your weird sexual obsession with my kitten heels. We came to a private agreement, didn't we? Yes, it is a lot of money for a pair of well-worn shoes. That's how much I think they're worth... to you. What is it about them that makes you want them so much? They're just the shoes I wear to work nearly every day. You can smell my feet in them. And that's why I priced them accordingly. It must be very frustrating to you when you can't afford them. But we both know you'll pay it because you're that lonely... that depraved... that you'll go home and fondle my footwear. You have two more days to pay, or I'll throw them out and you'll never see them again.
I have to admit... you did a very good job on that case. Well done! However, the fact that I couldn't wear these old kitten heels around your work because you become aroused is sad. I think it's ridiculous. I really should report your creepy behaviour. I'd prefer to keep this a secret, however. I've done some research and it seems that men like you actually wish to possess the shoes. Would that help? What? Are you begging for my shoes? Well, if you're going to beg, at least do it properly. Get on your hands and knees. Go on! Look at you down there. Absolutely pathetic! My answer is... no! Now, fuck off!
I'm having a chat about what you and your son have been doing. How does it feel knowing that he's shared intimate secrets with me? Are you embarrassed? You should be! He's told me that you have big, smelly feet. I'll bet you wish you had delicate feet like mine. What else do you wish you had? Clear skin? Perfect, natural breasts? A perfect, round, peachy bottom like this? I'll bet you'd like to squeeze it, wouldn't you? Someone also told me you'd like to see just how perfect my sweet little pussy is. Are you going to watch this and flick your bean? Will you finger yourself knowing that I made a video for you? Did you know that while you're being fucked by your son, he's probably thinking about me? Can you blame him?
You're sitting on the couch, legs crossed. Look at your phone for a while until I enter the room. You say I'm being starey again. âOh...no I'm not wearing my black kitten heels today. Um...yeah, I am a size 6â, you say, almost impressed at my guess. Wait, why are we talking about my shoes?â âDid you need something?â âTuesday 3 o'clock, yes they told me.â You roll your eyes. Next scene, wearing black heels: You're lying on the couch with your legs outstretched, one foot crossed over the other (your shoes nearest the camera). You're staring at a sheet of paper. Eventually stand up and walk back and forth a couple of times. Then slowly step out of one shoe at a time without using your hands, leaving them propped up beside each other. You walk around barefoot and the shoes are still in view as well. Cut to a shot where the shoes are no longer there. You come back in the door, looking down. You notice the shoes are missing and then you spot me. Walk towards the camera and bend down to look down at me as if I'm on the floor. âWhat are you doing?â you ask, softly. Your hands are on your hips as you wait for my answer. âNothing?â Cross your arms. "You were just moving them. Okaaay". "You know what. Why don't you put a tick beside my name that I've already attended your boring lecture and we'll pretend THIS never happened." I go to leave but forget what i'm still holding. "Um...my shoes?" Pull them out from behind the camera, looking confused.
I have a bone to pick with you, my adorable step-******! It appears that your attention has been elsewhere. How is that possible? How could you do that to me? You've been spending so much time with Step-Mommy. What's Step-Mommy got that I haven't? Does she have a tight, toned body like your step-******? I'll bet that when you're fucking her, you're still thinking about all of this, aren't you? These gorgeous feet... this ripe, plump ass... You're hard now, aren't you? Step-Mommy doesn't make your dick hard like I do. You want my young pussy, not her old pussy. The only reason you hump her is because you can't have me, but you fantasize that you're fucking your step-******, don't you?
I think you need to stay behind today, don't you? I'm a little concerned, you see. The thing is, you're about to fail my course. That's odd because you're doing so well in your other subjects. Perhaps some one-on-one tutoring would help. Hmmm... I think I have a book that will help you learn to focus your educational energy. Let me get that for you. Just a moment -- it's on the floor right behind my chair. What are you looking at? I've never been met with such disrespect! I think a punishment is in order. I've been stood on my feet all day and you will have to give me a foot massage! That's right. Don't look so shocked. Now... here's what's going to happen... What? Are you?!? Your erection is growing, isn't it? There's only one thing for this. Stand up and take those trousers off. Go on. Take them off. I knew it. You've got a foot fetish! Well, there's only one way for this to proceed now. Wank your cock! You simply cannot run around this establishment with a boner! Keep rubbing my feet. You're going to have to multi-task, aren't you? Keep rubbing my feet and wank your cock. Keep going. You don't need to slow down. We're going to have to speed things up. I have dinner reservations. What? You're surprised your professor isn't wearing a bra? Clearly, it's coming in handy because someone needs a little encouragement. Go on. Let's get this over and done with. Hmmm... I see you're going to need some help. Alright then, here's a sentence that should speed things along nicely. You may squirt your spunk all over the soles of my feet. And when you're done, I'm going to put you into a chastity device and make you come over to my house to become my foot slave. You'll become the best student in college. Otherwise, I may never let you out of that chastity device.
I need a favor, and you're the man to help, aren't you? Here's the thing... I wrote an unflattering email about the boss and in my haste, I accidentally sent it to him. Fortunately, he's off today, so I was wondering if you could go delete it from his computer. Could you do that for me? Please? Oh, you want something in return! Why am I not surprised? You want my shoes? These shoes? These shoes that I've been wearing all day? What is wrong with you? You know, they really are quite stinky. So, we have a deal?
