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The Teacher's Socks Ch. 01

By: socksandfeet



Gary was 18. He was in the final year of college and time was running out if his dreams of being able to worship a woman's feet before he left, were going to become reality. There were plenty of girls and teachers in his classes that suited his needs, but there was one person who he wanted more than anyone else. Her name was Miss Saunders and she was his Chemistry teacher. 

Miss Saunders was a quite attractive lady in her early 30s. She was of average build, with a shapely bottom and fairly large breasts. She had long, straight, brunette hair, and wore it in a ponytail most days. 

Every day Miss Saunders came to the school in a similar outfit, a blue or dark purple blouse, long, black, smart trousers, black flats and black socks. Every day, the same black socks. They excited Gary. He fantasised day and night about being able to remove her shoes and socks and get a good whiff of her feet. She had never come to school barefoot. She had never dangled her shoes. Gary thought it would be impossible to get his way. He seemed destined to leave school with his fantasies remaining just that. Fantasies.

It was Thursday afternoon. Lunch time was almost over and he was talking to his friends about his next lesson. That lesson happened to be Chemistry. Gary was excited, but no one knew the real reason. He and his friends liked Chemistry, but his friends liked it for what they would learn. Gary wasn't interested in that and as a result, his grades plummeted. He would spend most of his time staring at his teacher, and the way she walked around the classroom, those delicate feet locked away in her attractive, smart shoes, her black socks soaking up all her sweat. He managed to hide his excitement fairly well, but was worried someone would catch him in the near future, unless he made a move. 

The Chemistry lesson was unusually dull, and a vast majority of the class struggled to stay awake. Apart from Gary. He sat in awe of his teacher and had come up with a cunning plan to get her attention. He was very shy around Miss Saunders, but he planned to get her to help him with his work so he could get a close up of her black socks. 

He raised his hand, once the main assignment had been issued to the class, and asked the teacher to help him. She came over, and to her surprise, found Gary's textbook open, with nothing written on it. She was angered by this. She knew his grades were dropping, but couldn't come to a conclusion as to why. She started to get more irate when he gave his reason. A simple "I don't know what I'm doing" is what he uttered. She told him to stand up and wait outside, so she could give him a thorough lecture. 

Gary had been standing on the corridor for five minutes when she came out to question him. 

"What's going on Gary? You were the most dedicated student in the class and now you're just sitting there, doing nothing. I would like an explanation."

He stood there in silence, his eyes fixated on her sexy black socks. He wanted to say something but couldn't. But then, when he least expected it, she caught on.

"What are you looking at?" she said in an aggressive whisper. He kept staring at her shoes and socks. 

"Are you looking at my feet?" she questioned in an almost disgusted tone. All of a sudden he lifted his head and went bright red. 

"You are! I can't believe it."

"I'm not, honest." He was almost crying when he said this. His big secret had been discovered by Miss Saunders. 

"You will be staying behind after class and we will discuss this."

Gary went back into class and sat down. He had gone from bright red to a very sick looking pale colour, like he had just seen a ghost. He said nothing for the rest of the lesson and completed his work, hoping that the teacher would forget.

The school bell rang and the class was dismissed, except Gary. Miss Saunders grabbed his arm and made him sit down on the computer chair the teachers used. She sat on the table across from him.

"So, you like feet Gary?" She began to do something he had never seen. She started to dangle her shoes and her toes were wiggling inside them. Gary could see the socks properly for the first time. 

He tried to deny it but she could see right through him. Gary was getting more excited. A huge bulge appeared in his trousers and Miss Saunders could see it. She started to tease him more, dangling her shoes furiously until...

They fell off. Gary could no longer contain himself. He made straight for her shoes and sniffed them. Miss Saunders showed a wry smile and sat back on the table while Gary pleasured himself. He could not believe his luck. Her shoes had such a strong scent, a scent of vinegar and some kind of moisturising product. It was a unique smell. She just sat there, watching while he sniffed her shoes, all the time, her toes wiggling. 

"Get up" she ordered. 

"I want you to massage my smelly, sweaty black socks. Start at my calves and work your way down to my sexy toes."

Gary said nothing and got straight to it. He started at her calves and gently rubbed, working his way down past her heel, her arch and then the sweaty toes he had dreamt of seeing for a very long time. He couldn't resist burying his face in her sweaty black socks, so he did. Miss Saunders seemed aroused by this. She started groaning and her trousers were becoming wet. 

Gary was getting adventurous and worked his way back up towards her calves. He caressed his fingers back down to the top of the socks and started pulling them down. That's when Miss Saunders' mood changed. 

"Did I say you could take my socks off?" she barked.

No. I thought..."said Gary.

"Well you thought wrong!" she screamed and she slapped him round the face leaving a big red hand print. 

Gary nearly cried. Miss Saunders had no sympathy and ordered him to sit down. He did so, and she pulled a chair up as well. 

"You do as I say, do I make myself clear?" she said.

He nodded. 

"Good" she said. She then raised her socked feet on to his lap and told him to massage them again. He did so, without hesitation. 

He kept massaging her sweaty socked feet, when suddenly; she raised her feet and shoved her toes in his mouth. All he could taste was her sweaty foot odour, and he nearly gagged. She removed her toes from his mouth and told him to lick her socks, until all the dirt and sweat was gone. Again, he did it without hesitation. He had dreamt of this all his life, but not quite in these circumstances and he was scared. He did everything she said. 

He kept licking and licking until she was finally satisfied, to his relief. She seemed in a good mood, following this, and while taking a good look at her dripping wet socks, decided to say something that made Gary as excited as he had ever been. 

"Gary, you've done a good job. If you are you up for it, you can take my socks off. Nobody in this school has seen my bare feet, or seen me without socks on. You are about to become the first." 

Gary nearly jizzed in his pants. 

He could see the imprints of the toes in the soles of her socks, and the shape of her toenails at the top of her socks. He was so excited, so he slowly removed both socks and sat there in a daze at the sight of this majestic lady's sexy bare feet.

Her toes wiggled again. "Its nice to let my feet breathe" she said.

Gary sat there, looking at her perfectly shaped toes, and toenails which had been painted black, to match her socks. 

He rubbed her bare feet, and decided to run his tongue up and down her sweaty bare soles. He was anticipating another slap, but she was busy rubbing her fingers up and down her pussy, starting to orgasm. He stuck her toes in his mouth and licked in between each perfectly sculptured toe. 

Miss Saunders was happy, something Gary thought had not happened to her in a long time. He continued to lick her toes and she finally climaxed and everything reverted back to calm. 

She told him to stop and she put her black socks and shoes back on. She stood up and started to thank Gary. He was confused, but then she handed him a scrap of paper. It had her phone number on it. She said to him, "Take this. Call me whenever you want to worship my sexy feet. I'll always be available." She then told him to go.

He quickly left the classroom and looked at the piece of paper. He smiled, hid it in his pocket and walked home. He wasn't expecting his first foot experience to be like this. He had been dominated, but he knew he wanted to do it again.

The Teacher's Socks Ch. 02



Gary was hoping that his first foot experience would be a pleasant one. The Chemistry teacher, Miss Saunders certainly filled his needs with her sweaty black socks he had been dying to see, but he wanted more. He had just over a month left before his final exams and he had a couple of teachers whose feet he wanted to worship. Miss King, the Art teacher, was next on his list. He had just turned 19 and her feet on his face would have been the perfect birthday present. 

Gary had grown in confidence since he got close to Miss Saunders' socks, and he was determined to make a move as soon as he could. 

Miss King was the sexiest of all his teachers. She was in her mid-20s and around 5 foot 8 inches tall, had long blonde hair, and a nose piercing on her exquisitely crafted face. She was a bit more adventurous than Miss Saunders with the things she wore to school each day. Sometimes she would wear trousers, other times she would wear skirts. However, she always wore the same pair of black leather boots. Gary had never seen her in anything different. What was lurking inside those boots remained a mystery to him. 

It was Monday afternoon, and the last lesson of the day. Gary, like many of his classmates, found Art boring, and he would try whatever he could to pass the time, other than do his work. He was not very gifted when it came to anything artistic either, which made the lesson even more tedious. 

Unlike Chemistry, where Miss Saunders had the sweaty black socks on show every day, Miss King didn't show anything. Gary was able to stare uncontrollably at Miss Saunders' socks, but couldn't do such a thing with his art teacher. Today though, something changed. Miss King was starting to make slight groaning noises, and pull faces, which Gary caught a glimpse of. She looked as though her feet were aching. She sat on her chair and crossed her legs, her feet dangling from time to time, and her toes wiggling inside the boots. Gary started to get excited but had seriously contemplated not going to her lesson. He figured that the lack of action meant there was no point in going. He was glad he went. 

His seat was situated in the middle of the class. He could sit in silence, pretend he was working, and the teacher wouldn't know, given the vastness of the class and the 30 or so chatting students. He just sat there, every so often just looking up, the teacher getting more and more serious with her feet. She started to put her hands down her boots, to gently massage her calves and her feet, and Gary started to feel weak. He had an erection and was hoping it wouldn't become noticeable. 

The clock kept ticking and time kept winding down. Ten minutes to go and the class was getting out of hand. Miss King started as a substitute teacher after the normal art teacher was taken ill. She had now been made permanent, but she could never control the class. The kids didn't care, and it was beginning to look like she didn't. 

Five minutes to go, and by this time Miss King was standing up, writing the homework assignment on the whiteboard. Most of the kids were eager to leave, and had started packing up their things. The bell rang, and class was dismissed. The students gushed out of the door, but one person stayed behind. Gary. He took an age to pack his things as he had a plan. He made sure everyone was gone, and walked over to her.

As he approached her, he could see her just sitting there, sighing heavily with her head in her hands. 

"Are you ok Miss King?" he asked nervously.

"Oh, Gary, you startled me. What are you still doing here?" she said.

"I noticed you were struggling in that lesson. I saw you rubbing your feet" he said in a very soft tone.

"Its these new boots. They've been killing my feet. I tried to massage them but it didn't work." She was groaning again, just like she had been before. 

"I could massage them for you if you would like" he said, his heart now racing and his erection becoming more obvious.

She was stunned by this and was lost for words. "Erm, no Gary its ok" she said.

"No, I insist, just sit back and relax" he said. She had no idea of his massive foot fetish. 

"Ok then, if you insist" she said in an apprehensive, almost shocked tone. 

Gary could not believe his luck. Not only had he found the courage to ask her, but she actually said yes. He pulled up a chair and told her to rest her feet on his lap. She did, her leather boots now in his hands. He had full control of her feet. 

She told him to take her boots off. He carefully grabbed the zip of her right boot and gently pulled it down. He had never seen her feet and had no idea what her socks were like, or if she had any on. He carried on pulling, but before the zip got to the bottom he decided to un-zip her left boot as well. He got the zip down to the end and pulled them both off simultaneously. He got a massive shock.

As her boots came off, all was finally revealed and Gary was stunned. White socks. Dirty white socks. Socks that had black boot stains on them. He was starting to salivate, but more importantly starting to cum. The sweaty stench hit him at full force and he loved it. She wiggled her toes in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief. 

"That feels much better!" she exclaimed. 

He massaged her sweaty socked feet. She enjoyed it. He really enjoyed it. He caressed his fingers up and down her soles, gently sniffing. She had her eyes closed and was starting to relax. She didn't know what he was up to. 

"Lick my socks" she shouted, her fingers making their way into her trousers.

Gary couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he wasn't going to say no. This was his dream. He thought this was better than his previous experience. He wasn't getting berated by a dominatrix.

He duly obliged with her request and rubbed this tongue up and down the soaking wet dirty white socks. He licked all of the dirt from her socks, the sweaty taste covering his tongue. These socks were nicer than Miss Saunders' socks.

Miss King was enjoying her first foot experience, perhaps more than Gary. Her screams of joy were getting louder and it was only a matter of time before someone would find out. Gary was becoming uncomfortable with her performance and hoping she would become quieter. 

Miss King sat up briefly while Gary was still licking her socks. 

"Stop" she demanded. "I have an idea."

He stopped, and she did something that surprised him. She leaned forwards and pulled his trousers down. She then slowly peeled her sweaty socks from her feet. Gary was in awe. Her perfect bare feet were right in front of him. Her sweaty soles. Her perfectly pedicured toenails, painted red. 

She put her bare toes in his mouth. He sucked furiously on each one, removing every last speck of dirt, every last piece of fluff from her immaculate toes. She then removed them from his mouth. He was upset, he didn't want to stop. But what she did next soon cheered him up.

She pulled his raging cock from his boxers and wrapped her feet around it. She jerked harder and harder, trying to make him cum all over her sexy bare feet. He did. He exploded everywhere.

Miss King was shocked. 

"Wow" they both exclaimed at the same time. 

It was over. Miss King's first foot experience and Gary's second had come to an end. It surely wouldn't the last for both. 

Gary put his trousers back on, but just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she leaned in and kissed him. Kissed him passionately. It was intimate. They shared a passion and Gary couldn't believe it. 

As Miss King put her socks back on, she asked Gary what he was going to be doing when he left school. He didn't know. He hoped this wouldn't be the last time he and Miss King pleasure each other, but he couldn't be sure. She seemed happy that he wasn't sure. She had plans for him. 

As they prepared to leave, Miss King grabbed her boots and carried them, as she walked towards the door.

Gary was confused. "Aren't you going to put your boots back on?" he asked.

"No, I want everyone to see my sexy white socks" she said.

"Wow!" he said. He was just as turned on as he had ever been. 

She opened the door and walked out, closely followed by Gary. They walked along the corridor side by side, when Miss King suddenly grabbed his hand. They left the building holding hands, Gary having another huge bulge in his pants. 

They walked to her car. Her socks were filthy by now. She got in and started the engine and wound the window down. She told him to lean in. She kissed him again and drove off. 

That was the end. For now.