by Sergio Green
Dustin is a young scientist, recently graduated with a promising future.He was the top student
in his class, which led to a recommendation for a few months' work at a foreign university. He
had never left his country before, so this challenge would be a double gain of personal and
professional experience. Additionally, he could teach some courses simultaneously and earn
extra money.
Dustin always attracted attention wherever he went. He is handsome and very tall, something
people would expect make him popular but his social skills were not so good, so he devoted
himself solely to his studies. It wasn't until a few months after finishing university that he was
able to start dating. With this new project, he put his relationship on hold, and they would
communicate online until he returned months later. Being workaholic is his drug and he tends to
focus on that.
Two weeks after starting his new job, Dustin approached his new responsibilities with great
discipline, including some evening classes as a teacher, which left him exhausted. Fortunately,
he had rented an apartment nearby, but he neglected other things, such as laundry. He had to
wear the same socks for several days because his clothes piled up and he couldn't pick them up
yet.
One night, after finishing classes, he went to the supermarket and came back with a lot of items
for the pantry. It had been a tough week of hard work, and he just wanted to get home, take off
his shoes, put on comfortable clothes, and relax while listening to some classical music. He
didn't realize that someone was following him as he took the stairs of the building. Dustin lived
on the top floor, with no neighbours. The place seemed quiet and at a good price.
When he was about to close the door, he felt a push. He barely managed to leave the things on
the table and saw a young man peeking in.
“Who are you?” – Dustin said, a bit scared.
"Can't you remember me? I'm Claudio Ramirez, your student. We've talked about private lessons
before." - The guy replied.
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you. You must have mistaken me for someone else because I
don't usually give private lessons. So please, I don't want to be rude, but I would ask you to
leave.
I'm very tired, and I want to have dinner and rest," - said the professor, visibly annoyed and with
a serious look.
“Professor, I beg you not to take it as an offense. I'm genuinely interested in your guidance. What
do you think if you consider it at least? Besides, I have an appealing economic offer., my uncle is
a very important politician and financially supports the university, so maybe I could talk to him
about investing funds in the research you are working on...” – said Claudio with a grin.
Dustin was thoughtful. He walked towards his room, saying, "Wait me a few minutes, I'll change
these shoes. I need my slippers." As he was walking away, Claudio put his mobile phone under a
little table and clicked record in the camera.
The professor returned, apologizing and sitting down on his sofa. He had leather slippers on, and
inside them, his size 14 feet, clad in very thin black socks. Socks that he had worn for about 3
days. His big feet were very tired from being standing for several hours. His toes wiggling inside
the slippers trying to get some comfort.
“Ok, Mr. Ramirez, I might be interested in what you're telling me. Let me check my schedule.
Let's see... come this Thursday, bring your information, and tell me about your contacts" said the
professor, unaware that the student was just staring at his feet.
“Is something wrong?" asked Dustin as he held his agenda.
"Professor, what socks do you wear? My father used to wear ones like those, but I haven't seen
them on many other people." asked Claudio.
"My socks? Well, they are known as sheer socks in the United States, and they are usually worn
with formal attire. However, I had to wear them these days because the laundry hasn't delivered
my clean clothes yet. I'll have to go tomorrow... What a difficult week it's been."- said Dustin
ignoring how Claudio kneeled fast to check closely his socks. Then, suddenly, he took his ankle
in the air. Dustin just reacted amazed and could not avoid his actions. Claudio took the slipper
and sniffed the inside of it, deeply, and then it flew in the air, falling far from there. Then he put
the socked sole in front of his face and inhaled it hard. The smell hit his nose quickly, the
distinctive mixed sweat with leather, it was mesmarizing, such an adictive aroma. He stared at it,
the sock adapted so well to the foot shape, such a fantastic image, a very arched long sole with
big toes, covered in sheer material. So masculine and big.
The professor tried to push him but Claudio held firmly his ankle and was immerse in his own
world, sniffing and licking the sweaty socked foot. It was in vain to even try to put him away
with
words or moving the foot. The toes wiggling in despair made him more involved to this kind of
trance. Then, in a lapse of sanity, Claudio came back and told him:
“Look, my family is powerful in this city, and I mean it. I have the contacts and can move the
strings to help you or make trouble. All I want is your feet. Since I saw you walking in the
campus,
I knew I wanted them, as I got the previous professors’ feet before you. I am not just a student,
I am your boss, I don’t admit a no for an answer. Got it?” said Claudio with strong voice.
Dustin was in absolute shock, what kind of people was this guy and who he pretended to be to
impose rules? He tried again to push him away but nothing worked. This time, he got his toes
under his nose and after a deep sniff, he sucked them heartily. It was a unique sensation as it
was made with a wild passion. Dustin was lost in his mind, how to escape from this, also should
he go to talk to the dean? What if the scandal could go against him? Was his family really
powerful?
In the meantime, Claudio was enjoying every toe, sucking the hell out of them, slurping and
getting them wet, the big toe was sucked hard, all toes ended together inside his mouth at a
point. After that, he went to the arch, nibbling it, licking the sole several times towards the heel.
He took a moment to admire the socked foot. It was all wet, the sheer material let him see
throught it, it was like a second skin now, the sock was so thin, it made him desire it more.
“Hey, please stop and let’s talk. I will pretend nothing happened. Let’s talk about your lessons!!
Please, I am straight!!! Also engaged! When I finish this temporary stay, I will see my girlfriend,
please stop!!!” – said Dustin very disgusted.
“You understand nothing. I am the one setting the rules here. I am not even a real student, my
family owns this university. I just come here, see what I like and take it. Do you want the job?
You were recommended, maybe… a negative report about your performance could be sent to
your superiors in the US. What do you think?” - said Claudio as he was pulling down the sock
carefullywith his teeth, once it was out, he put it all inside his mouth and chewed while he
caressed the sole with his face.
The sock sweat was perfect juice. Then, he spat the black sock and threw it far
away. The bare sole was just there, he opened his eyes big. He waited for this moment.
Dustin looked down and fell into deep thought, avoiding eye contact with Claudio, who took the
other ankle and then the other slipper flew in the air to somewhere on the floor. He hold both
feet, one socked and one bare and kissed them, licked them from toes to heels, the sweat from
the 3 worn days sock was a manly aphrodisiac that made him crazy. So intense!, his nose was
enjoying every sniff as he was getting high like it was tripping to his brain. He just needed it
more and more.
It was an incessant feast while Dustin was just there, lost and confused. Dustin is so intelligent
in his job but he sucks in social skills, situations like these are just out of his control.
He realized that this stay was crucial for his career, and with that achievement, he could return
to his country and take on a better position, which would provide him with job security.
So finally the remaining sock abandoned the other foot, after some chewing, it was spat
somewhere. The bare feet were licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow.
He raised the hems of his pants slightly, folding them and revealing his hairy legs. What came
later was just a crazy tongue moving as a locomotive train around his toes, soles and heels. There
was no mercy or chance to stop as the foot worship officially started. It was maybe 40 minutes
when those feet were carried with insane licking, smelling, sucking and nibbling.
Dustin was in disbelief of all happening down there. He grabbed the sofa and closed his eyes.
After all, the experience was new and his feet were tired, now all wet and massaged by a tongue,
he definitely enjoyed it and his bulge was proof of it. Sometimes he moaned softly and he just
kept his eyes closed. It was better not to see that. But then, Claudio put his feet on the floor,
moved towards the bulge, opened the zipper and what a surprise!
Dustin was not wearing underwear, he let his cock out but was stopped by the professor. Claudio
got a dominant role and took the belt out, pull fast the pants and made them fall to Dustin’s
ankles. Just in seconds, the pants flew to the floor. Dustin’s legs were hairy and strong, and his
cock was huge. It was tingling in precum. Dustin was about to stand up and walk away but was
pushed to the sofa. He got the best blowjob ever. His orgasm, the best he had. He was knocked
out by it. Claudio ate all Dustin’s sperm. He grinned as he stood up and saw the exhausted
scientist resting there. He got the mobile phone and stop the record. Then he took a photo of the
man.
“Then, professor, I'll see you this Thursday for my 'private lesson’," said Claudio with a
malicious look.
Dustin snapped out of it. The experience was strange, but he liked it, even though it was contrary
to what he considered right. He was about to refuse and even quit his job, but Claudio held his
phone in front of him, with a video recording the entire scene. A cold sweat ran down Dustin's
cheeks as he was frozen by what he saw. He tried to grab the phone, but Claudio quickly moved
to the door, picking up the socks along the way. Without looking back, he closed the door and
left.
The professor was at a crossroads. He got up from the sofa and walked barefoot, saw his pants
and slippers on the floor, as a proof of all the craziness, and a note that said: "First private lesson,
Thursday 9 pm." Dustin looked through the window as Claudio walked away down the street,
and he thought he would have no choice but to do what he asked. However, suddenly an idea
came to his mind, and he decided to wait until Thursday with a plan.
