Mr.
M
by mhfeet
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I was sitting in last period history, finishing the test that I
just took. I guarantee that I got just about three questions right
and the rest wrong, but I didn't care. History was my least favorite
subject, and trust me I suck at it. I stood up, handed in my test
and walked back to my seat.
After we were supposed to be reading from the textbook, which I
certainly wasn't doing. After I handed my test in, I had about ten
minutes left to read whatever pages were on the board. I grabbed
a textbook and did what I always do in history; stare at my gorgeous
teacher's feet. My teacher was Mr. Marren. He was a recent college
graduate so he was really young, maybe about twenty three or twenty
four. He was really tall too, about six foot one or six foot two.
He had brown hair and deep blue eyes. He always wore dress pants
and a button down shirt. But the only thing that I couldn't keep
my eyes off of was his huge feet. Every day, I'd stare at his feet,
always in fancy dress shoes and dress socks. They were big, they
had to be at least size twelve or thirteen.
Anyway, I was staring at him, sitting at his desk grading papers
as he got them. He was so gorgeous, everything about him was, from
the way he was writing on the papers or shaking his leg under the
desk. I wondered what it would be like to stay under his desk, and
take off his shoes and just smell them for hours while he made fun
of me and just pressed them onto my face.
BEEEEP! Then the bell rang. I had history last period so I was excited
to finally go home. I collected my books and started to walk out,
but halfway out the door, I heard Mr. M's voice calling back for
me.
"Hey Mitch, can you come back here for a second?" He said.
His voice was deep and booming, he sounded so dominant, and I wanted
to sink down to my knees every time I heard him.
"Yea Mr. M?" I said timidly.
"Mitch, do you know that you're failing this class?" he
said.
"Really?" I said.
"Yea, really. You got a sixty on the test you just took and
on the other ones earlier in the quarter you did even worse,"
"Oh. If I fail, would I have to go to summer school?"
I said. But what I was really thinking was, maybe if you weren't
so gorgeous or if I had a teacher that was a women I would actually
learn a thing or two.
"Yes, you would.. You'd retake this class, and I don't think
you'd want to do that, would you?" he said.
"Oh of course not. Is there any extra credit I can do to raise
my grade or something?"
"Actually, yes, I do believe I have something," he said,
standing up. He walked across the room and locking the door. He
pulled down the shade that was above the little window on the door
so nobody can look in, and immediately I knew what my extra credit
was. I couldn't get it through my head, though.
"Put your books down over there," he said. I obeyed. "Good
boy. Now kneel down over here," he said, pointing to the side
of his desk. I did, and my head was at about the level the desk
was.
He rolled his chair back and kicked his shoes onto his desk, his
ankles crossing. His feet were huge. They seemed like two sky scrapers
towering above me. He raised one shoe and used his toes on the other
to pull them off. Once both of his shoes were off you could immediately
smell the musky smell of sweat and odor in the air. His socks were
beautiful.
"Well, Mitch. Don't be afraid, start smelling them!" He
said and I did as he said. My face was buried in his socks, and
I was inhaling deeply. I found myself rubbing the bottom of his
feet as I was smelling them.
"Hah, I knew you were a pathetic little footboy. I saw you
staring at them during class every day. I knew it was only a matter
of time until you would be kneeling on the ground, sniffing my socks.
You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?"
"Uh, yea I have," I said meekly.
"Bitch, from now on you call me sir or master, got it?"
He said, dominantly. I felt like I was in a dream.
"Okay," I said, immediately remembering what he said.
"I mean-"
"Too late!" He said. He slapped me across the face with
one of his damp socks. "And to make sure that you don't make
that mistake again," he said, he reached into a filing cabinet
behind him and pulled out a roll of duct tape.
"Lay down under my desk," he said. I lowered myself onto
the cold floor and rested my head against some textbooks. He ripped
off a piece of the duct tape and placed it over my mouth. "Now
you can't make any mistakes and you definitely can't breathe out
of your mouth,"
He rolled his chair closer to me and placed both his feet on my
face. I felt so helpless under his feet. After about ten minutes
he took one of his feet off and moved it down, patted on my chest
a little and on my stomach, but finally landing on my crotch..
"Hm, I can tell you like the smell, don'cha?" he said,
playing around in that area. I had a huge erection and he could
tell.
For twenty minutes he was playing with my dick with one foot and
making me smell his other, which make me feel like I was going to
orgasm right there and then in my pants but all of a sudden there
was a knock on the door. He got up and put his shoes back on. "Don't
move. If I do you'll never get out from under my desk," he
said. A part of me wanted to move so I never stopped this little
session.
He opened the door. It was the gym teacher, Mr. Larry at the door.
He was young too, about twenty four, and he had blonde hair and
blue eyes. I never had him for gym but every time I saw him in the
halls I always thought he was cute. He was the jock type, wearing
sneakers and gym shorts and a regular t-shirt.
"Come on, I saw you didn't sign out yet. What's keeping you?"
Mr. Larry asked.
"Well I actually have something going on right now..."
Mr.. Marren said. Mr. Larry walked in the room.
"Why are there books on the desk right there?" he asked.
Mr. Marren sighed. "Alright I'll tell you," he said. He
told him everything, from me looking at his feet everyday to the
extra credit that I needed.
Mr. Larry started laughing. "So where is the little footboy?"
he said, looking around the room.
"Under my desk," Mr. Marren said. When Mr. Larry saw me
he started to laugh. I felt so humiliated, but I knew exactly what
was coming next.
"Hey, can he do my feet too? I played soccer today and I didn't
wear socks, my feet are so tired!" he said.
"Hm, they must smell," Mr. Marren said, "But I think
our slave can handle it!"
He told me to move in between two desks. I lay down where they told
me to. They sat in both desks after locking the door and covering
it. Their shoes where still on and they were close to my face.
"You ready for my feet, boy?" Mr. Larry asked. Mr. Marren
already had his shoes off and his feet were already on my face,
but Mr. Larry was saving his feet.
But he took his shoes off immediately and until then I forgot that
he wasn't wearing socks. The smell made my eyes water. Mr. Marren
took his feet off of my face and I got two quick breathes of fresh
air. It must have been obvious that I was holding my breath because
Mr. Larry got an idea.
"Hey, make him breathe out then hold his nose!" Mr. Marren
leaned over to me. I couldn't take it anymore and I breathed out
and immediately he held my nose. I couldn't breathe or do anything.
"Haha, this will be funny," Mr. Larry said, "Tap
when you need air," he said. Mr. Larry held his foot over my
duct tape mouth and I knew what was happening. I was a little apprehensive
about how his foot will smell.
But then I had to tap. I tapped on the floor and once I did Mr.
Marren released his grip and Mr. Larry placed his foot right under
my nose as I was taking my deep breathe, and the smell filled my
nostrils. It was overbearing but I had no choice, it was either
smell it or don't breathe.
Both the teachers were laughing at me. They were laughing at how
much I was suffering under his feet. I felt humiliated.
After about ten minutes of the two of them rubbing their feet all
over my face, they ripped off the duct tape and forced me to lick
their feet. I started with Mr. Marren's feet, which had a dirty
taste. He put his heels on my tongue then moved it down, from his
heel to the arch of his foot then finally the toes.
"Suck it bitch!" he commanded.
"Hey, it's my turn now!" Mr. Larry said. He didn't bother
with the heel thing; he just stuck all his toes in my mouth at once.
The taste was amazingly salty, and overwhelming.
After ten minutes of their feet going in and out of my mouth over
and over again and their feet being completely clean, they took
their feet off my face and started talking.
"Time for the grand finale, bitch," Mr. Marren said, walking
to a chair on the other side of the room. He brought it back and
placed it over my legs, so that my legs were under them. Mr. Larry
just kept rubbing his feet on my face in a rhythmic motion.
Then I felt Mr. Marren unzipping my pants and pulling them down.
"So that's how much you've enjoyed this, isn't it?" He
said, revealing my huge erection. "Well, you'll enjoy this
even more," he pulled down my boxers and started to play with
my balls with his toes.
Then Mr. Larry's rubbing on my face became greater and faster, as
Mr. Marren's feet wrapped around my dick and started going up and
down. Faster and faster both were going, until I felt the orgasm
coming. Faster and faster, I felt it. Then, with a sudden jolt,
my back arched and my head flew back. I let out a loud moan and
cum shot out of my dick. It was the best orgasm I've ever had. It
wasn't just a fantasy of Mr. Marren's feet wrapped around my dick,
this time it was real.
Mr. Larry never took his feet off my face though. I kept licking
them and licking them, and then I realized that he had his pants
down and he was stroking his dick.
I got up from the floor and put my head in between his legs and
started to suck his dick. His dick was huge! It had to be more than
nine or so inches. My head went up and down over and over again
on his dick.
"Faster, bitch!" he said. He grabbed my hair, though and
started to move my head up and down his dick faster and faster until
I felt his hips moving forward and he threw his head back. He let
out a moan and I felt all his cum going into my mouth, faster and
faster. I quickly swallowed as much as I can without anything come
out the sides of my mouth, but nothing did. I took my mouth off
his dick and wiped my mouth.
"Like that, boy?"
"Yes sir," I said, nodding my head.
The three of us got dressed and made sure we left no traces of what
happened. Mr. Larry was out in no time, saying he had to coach soccer.
Then it was only me and Mr. Marren in the room.
"Was that everything you've always wanted, Mitch?" he
said. I noticed that he started calling me Mitch again, not bitch
or footboy.
"Yes sir," I said. "It was great.
"Come by the teachers' lounge every Friday after school, okay?
You have a lot more teachers' feet waiting for you," he said,
smiling.
"Alright, sir," I said. I started walking out the door.
As I did, I thought about all that had happened today. One minute
I was fantasizing, the next I was actually at two hot teachers'
feet. Today was a day to remember.
But the most memorable days were the ones that came on Fridays,
when each male teacher had their feet on my face, but that's a different
story.
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