"Ms. Deleo in room 127" Ms. Sanchez left you a bit stunned as she snatched her feet from your hands, and quickly shoved them back into your shoes. "Now hurry along, you know not to keep Ms. Deleo waiting". As Ms. Sanchez got up from her chair to leave and you crawled out from under her desk a bit of dread filled you. You knew Ms. Deleo as a mean, kinda creepy teacher. She liked to talk in a cheerful loving voice while giving her students the harshest of punishments. You couldn't really imagine what this would be like but atleast she'd have you taking care of her feet. You swiftly walk from the office to Ms. Deleo's room, looking down to avoid exchanging glances with the various students gossiping as you pass by. You step into Ms. Deleo's classroom. She was about 5'6, average weight woman. A black woman with a golden brown skintone. She was probably around 50, and had some sight wrinkles on her face. Her hair was straight, about down to her neck and auburn. Today she was wearing her standard black skirt, suit jacket, blouse, and black pumps. She'd quickly look up at with with an eerie smile. "Oh hi! You must be that boy that Ms. Sanchez was talking about. Come on in!". You reluctantly come inside as she scoots back away from her desk. "Now go ahead and get under there while I grade papers. Heheheh, you better do a good job. This does effect if you graduate or not afterall." Ms. Deleo gave you a quick wink before you crawled under her desk. You figure that maybe everything will go fine, and she won't make you suffer under her desk. Your thinking was interrupted as she with a bit of foce poked your forehead with the peg of her pump. "Don't just sit there daydreaming. Take of my shoes and start worshiping my feet." You rub your head briefly before she lightly kicks it again. You wince a bit as you scramble to pull off her black pumps. With a bit of a tug, it comes off, making a wet popping sound as it does so.. The shoe was probably a size 8 or so but her feet you could tell were a whopping size 10. "Aaaah, thats better" she slowly flexes and scrunches her red painted toes right in front of your face. You stared upon her wrinkled sweat covered soles. The tops of her feet were a bit worn looking but the soles looked for the most part soft aside from a bit of yellow callus on the ball of her foot. You then reel back a bit at the sour vinegary stench emanating from her foot. It was way more powerful of a stench then you could imagine. Your eyes watered up and you coughed beneath the table. "Hey, what are ya doin down there? Thats not worshiping my foot. Get on it" She stamped her foot against your forehead, causing your vision to flash a bit at the impact and intense stink suddenly overloading your nostrils. Her foot smell stained your face with a bit of sweat dripping down. You feel a bit sick to your stomach as you slowly reach out, and carefully began massaging her soles. Her moist deep wrinkles nearly swallowed up your thumbs despite your most careful efforts. Your hands were getting stained with foot sweat and funk. After several minutes of rubbing you hear Ms. Deleo cough. "Well, this would be fine if you were just coming to rub my feet to be nice. But If you want to graduate...I think we can do better than that can't we?" She'd lean down and smile an evil toothy grin at you under the desk, watching your next move. You panic and start massaging more like you had done for Ms. Sanchez. "Ohh, now thats better." She'd go back up and leave you to suffer. She'd slowly flex and wiggle her toes enjoying your massage. You wince as waves of stink were sent into your face. "Oh, one last thing. Could you be a dear and show my feet how sorry you are for half-assing by giving them a kiss? A nice big wet one with your toung." You look look down in dread. There was no way you could do that to feet so fowl. You waited a moment, hoping she'd give up on her request when suddenly, her foot flew forward and planted itself firmly against your face. Her thick toes spread themselves around your nose and forced you to take big horrible sniffs of her feet. Your hands shook as her foot stench poisoned your body, putting you in a state of shock and horror. You knew the only way out of this was to do what she said. So you puckered up and planted a bit wet kiss on her sole, even slipping your toung out, letting it squeeze into the wrinkles of her sole. The salty sour taste was almost electric, shocking your tastebuds beyond belief. You didn't know if you could take the torture of Ms. Deleo's sweaty feet any longer.
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