Home teacher lets student tickle and lick feet
The classroom is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of a computer screen. On it, words dance across a page as Ms. Cgbf, a statuesque figure in heels and a sleek black dress, leans over her student's desk. She has a mug of steaming tea in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.
Her eyes are locked on the screen, watching as the student works diligently on his homework. She shifts her weight slightly, causing her breasts to sway enticingly beneath her dress. The scent of her perfume fills the room, making it hard for the boy to concentrate.
Suddenly, Ms. Cgbf sets down her papers and smirks at him. "You know," she says softly, her voice like velvet, "I've been watching you all night." The boy feels a flush rise to his cheeks. He can't believe she noticed him.
"I think you could use a little break," she continues. Reaching down, she unzips her dress slowly, revealing a pair of black heels that seem to tower over him. "Why don't you come over here and try tickling my feet?"
The boy hesitates for a moment before standing up and approaching her cautiously. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looks up at Ms. Cgbf, who towers over him. "Go ahead," she urges him, spreading her legs slightly and leaning back in her chair.
Taking a deep breath, the boy nervously extends a hand towards her foot. As his fingers brush against her skin, he feels a shiver run through her leg. "That's it," she whispers, closing her eyes in pleasure.
Without warning, she swings her leg out, sending him tumbling to the floor. Laughing, she leans down and grabs him by the collar, pulling him close. "Not so fast," she says, her breath hot on his ear. "You need to earn your reward."
The boy looks up at her, his eyes wide with fear and excitement. He knows he's crossed a line, but he can't help himself. As he tries to resist, she pushes him back against the wall, her body pressed against his.
Finally, as he gives in to her demands, Ms. Cgbf releases him and pats his head condescendingly. "That's a good boy," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. With that, she picks him up and sits him back on his desk before reaching into her bag.
Producing a small vial of clear liquid, she smirks at him. "Now," she says, pouring it onto the floor, "you get to lick this up." The boy opens his mouth, unsure of what he's seeing. As he tentatively reaches out to touch the liquid, Ms. Cgbf's heels click against the floor, echoing through the silent classroom.
"Come on, don't be shy," she teases, her voice low and threatening. Reluctantly, the boy bends down and takes a tentative lick of the sweet-tasting liquid. It's unlike anything he's ever tasted before. As he licks up more of it, he feels a strange sensation wash over him.
"That's it," Ms. Cgbf says softly, her hand moving to his chin and forcing him to look up at her. Their eyes lock for a moment, and he feels like he's drowning in her gaze. "You're such a good boy," she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear.
With that, she stands up and walks towards the door, leaving the boy alone in the darkened classroom. He sits there for a moment, heart pounding in his chest, wondering what just happened. All he knows is that he can't wait for his next session with Ms. Cgbf.