My Hot Music Teacher
by Maco
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I was heading towards my
piano class ready as always: excited and
yearning to see my hot male teacher again.
He is that type of guy everyone desires: thin
and fit, not too muscular, young (early 30's),
dark eyes, sexy as hell, with sexy dark hair,
straight, hot feet, hot voice, a frequent user
of Timberland loafers and my object of sexual
desires. Today, as it was the end of
April, he greeted me with his usual smile and
his beautiful sock-less feet. Not only did he
just cut his hair and looked even hotter, his
nice, sweaty and perfect feet were in great view
thanks to his trousers that were a little
too-short on the ankles. His shoes were the
Timberland loafers in leather, which turned me
on like crazy!
As soon as we sat in his room, he closed the
door as always and told me he wasn't wearing any
socks with those shoes: "I just love Spring
time" I told myself, as I quickly examined those
hot ankles and a little bit of foot from those
Timberlands. Anyways, as we started the lesson,
I couldn't get my eyes off his hot feet. The way
his pants cut his ankles left me time to
fantasize what his hot, sweaty soles looked and
tasted like... I got hard before I knew it. As he
asks me to play and show him my work, I am often
distracted by his incredible feet who keep on
calling me like a mermaid; I tell him that I am
confused, and ask him to write some explanations
on my notebook. As he agrees, he stretches over
the piano to write in it, and just as he does
that, I am able to take a peek at those hot feet
and soles coming out from the shoe by the heel!
Now, as a foot fetish guy, I was in heaven! I
could almost smell the aroma of those hot,
perfect feet who had been trapped in those shoes
all day! I got harder. As I kept on fantasizing
about those feet I am not able to notice my
teacher who is having to repeat my name
twice. "Marco, what's wrong today? You are
so distracted. That's it, I'm telling your
parents!" he said, in his incredibly hot voice.
"oh no! Please! I'm...I'm sorry, I was just... I'm
sorry..." I reply, still thinking about his hot
soles against my cock. My teacher sighs: "no,
no...I'm sorry, I am just very tired today. Let's
take a brake Marco, shall we?" My mouth moves
before I am able to process: "would you like a
foot-massage? I am pretty good at those, and I
know that they do help with stress. I will only
take like a few minutes". I begin to sweat cold
drops of water: what if he will tell my parents?
What if he will say no? I begin to panic. "my
feet?" he replies, "if you don't mind them being
smelly: this leather makes them sweat like
crazy". Bingo, I say to myself. "oh no, it's
fine" I say, feeling like my cock will explode
any minute.
As he takes off those wonderful Timberlands and
places both his bare feet on my laps I can smell
that beautiful, hot and warm aroma of his sweaty
feet. I can also see those hot heels and soles
to which I had jerked off so many times before.
As he lays them there I tell him in a sexy
whisper: "close your eyes, and try to relax.
Imagine your happy place". He does so. I get
harder and harder and feel as if my cock will
break through my jeans. My desire to worship,
lick and tickle those feet makes it all more
painful, but I love it. As he closes his
eyes and relaxes, he put his hands behind his
head (I just want to fuck the shit out of him).
I begin to massage those hot feet: his feet are
warm and smell amazing, his nails have just been
cut and his toe fingers are not hairy at all: I
am in heaven. As I try to contain my thirst for
his soles and heels I see him get more relaxed:
I had practiced by myself at home and by
googling "how to massage feet" so I was sure as
hell good. After a couple of minutes I would
have sworn he fell asleep, but just to make
sure, I called his name three times: no reply. I
tapped him on the ankle: no reply.
I inferred he was sleeping and decided
that it was not or never. As I unzipped my pants
and unleashed my throbbing cock I began to
slowly (to increase the sexual torture) sniff
his feet: the aroma of that young-man was better
than I had imagined in my dreams. Not only was
his foot the hottest I had ever seen, it was the
most aromatic. I made sure he was completely
asleep by tickling his feet: no reply. I had had
it! I then barged in: I kissed up and down those
hot feet, I smelled them up close, and I licked
those soles up and down with my tongue leaving
no inch free: I wanted to die of happiness.
I licked in between those toe-fingers, where
little pieces that derived from his hot socks
were left from the morning, when he still had
them on. I then took his shoes and as I placed
by aching cock in between those warm soles and
began stroking, I inhaled that manly aroma that
almost made me cum. I wanted to torture myself
even more: I was determined to have the best
jerk off ever by holding it back for as long as
I could. I soon remember that I only had half an
hour left of fun, so I texted my dad saying that
I needed to stay half-an hour more to review
some exercises.
He soon replied saying that it was ok. Could
that day have gotten any better? And it did. I
then go the idea that after I had almost raped
those hot as hell feet, I decided I wanted more.
I decided to torture MY teacher a little: his
feet, now dry thanks to the fact that I had
wiped them with my cock, were now placed near my
tongue and I began licking extremely slowly from
his pink heels up to his soles. I did it up and
down slowly, to get harder.
As I did it, my teacher began to moan softly,
that kind of super erotic type though. The one
that could get anyone hard. As I kept doing it -
which I figured he enjoyed since he was
beginning to smile - I saw his nice, gorgeous
cock grow a boner under his orange Spring pants.
I wanted to cry of joy. As I saw that
masterpiece grow thicker and thicker right
before my eyes, I placed his feet on the ground
and slowly, to not wake him up, I unzipped his
pants. As I opened his pants I unbuttoned the
three buttons of his boxers (my favorite) and
passed through them his hard cock. My first one
outside my dreams! Yey! It looked so yummy... I
went for it. I stroked it up and down and sucked
it the same way: I licked his glans right at the
top in order to tickle him.
The moaning got stronger and stronger, and as I
kept on stroking, tickling him with my tongue he
finally came: it was an explosion! His moan
echoed like hell: he was in heaven as well! His
breath was now strong and his bare feet curled
in delight. While moaning with pleasure he
smiled and I swallowed his hot cum and thought
it to be the best one I could have ever tasted.
After tickling his glans some more he laughed in
moaning pleasure, his hard as hard as mine. I
couldn't take it anymore, I had tortured myself
too much: I opened his mouth and heard him suck
me, for he was awake. Before he or I could say
anything he did the same to me: he licked and
tickled my cock, his tongue unsettled as mine,
eager for cum.
It was then that in my moans I came in his
wonderful, hot mouth...
To be continued...
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