The T&A Part 1 [F 24&38] (Foot worship) (Masturbation) (Lesbian)

“Do I need to repeat the question?” Silva spat, her voice just above the desk. Julez knew this was it, she knew that she was gone. Surely this time was it.

10 minutes earlier…

“Evening Ms. Silva.” Jules walked into the empty classroom, it was summer break and Professor Silva she just finished her last class for all the kids who flunked out in the first semester. Clearly she had a rough go of it, sitting and staring at the empty seats before her. Not a word spoken as Jules sat down in the front row.

“What’s that tattoo mean?”

Jules looked up, confused for a moment. Seeing that Silva had now taken to pouring herself some scotch. Every Professor worth their weight has a scotch bottle under the desk right?

“Me? You mean me?”

“Yes I mean you, Jules, anyone else here?”

Jules giggled nervously, she had been Silvia’s TA for years but still was yet to get comfortable around her. Looking down at her foot, and seeing the tattoo of the kitana on the top of her left foot.

“Well I, I suppose it’s just cool to me, just a cool sword.”

Silva wheezed with laughter, red in the face, nearly spilling her drink. Jules just sat nervously, anxiously waiting for the laughing to stop, or at least an explanation to be given. The street lights peaked through the cloudy glass windows of the room, and the faint hum of the fluorescents rang ever louder as the silence set in. Professor Silva licked her lips and took another drink. Two women. Aged 24 and 38. 20 feet away from one another. Both with black hair, and heels. Jules was from a primarily Lebanese family, and grew up influenced by the punk rock styling of her late older brother. Despite her nervousness, she always stood out with her appearance. Her skin was on the lighter side, but everything else about her resided in a sea of dark. Silva took notice of her each and every day. Wanting nothing more that to see that fucking makeup run down that pretty face, and make her forget who she is, where she comes from, and what anything means. Silva wore a blouse, with black jeans and black boots.

“Listen Professor, if this is a bad time I understand, I just thought we should review the logic and reasoning quiz scores.”

Silva turned in her chair, with her drink in one hand and now her glasses in another. Smiling with extreme excitement. Facing away from Jules, not saying a word, just giggling. Jules swallowed again, becoming fearful and sure something was really wrong, she stood and approached the professor's desk.

“Ms. Silva if there’s something wrong I can leave.”

“Leave?”

“Yes I can leave. If you want.”

Silva turned back around in her chair and stood. Her boots were off, and her clothes were loose.

“What the fuck do you know about what I want? Huh?”

Jules stepped back a bit. Frightened, she assumed the woman she worked with for 2 years now was having an episode.

“Ms. Silva I just-“

Just as fast as the words came out, the scotch glass shot past Jules at what seemed like mach speed. Shattering on the stairs leading up the rows of the classroom.

“Not another fucking word, or I swear to christ I’ll hurt you.”

Her eyes said murder, her pointing finger trembling, and she approached Jules. Stumbling, and removing her blouse revealing her lace bra, a dark blue.

“Under the desk now.”

Jules looked at her tits first, truly considering the size and how on god's green earth she kept them a secret for this long. It must’ve been like hiding the pyramids under a welcome mat. Jules snapped away instantly, afraid, confused.

“I-can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m scared.”

“We are all scared, once you realise that, you can do anything.I know who you are, I’ve seen what you’ve done online, two years. You aren’t going to leave for summer break without my approval.”

“You’re extorting me?”

“Well originally I was, until I realised what a big pair of tits was worth to you.”

Silva pushed her tits up with her shoulders, locking her hands together.

“Under the desk, where you belong.”

Jules complied, and climbed under the large wooden desk. Fearful, aroused, and enamoured. Tears swelled, she tried to temper herself and stay in control.

“Have you ever been with another girl before?”’Sliva asked

Jules was silent, she knew the answer, but wasn’t sure how to give it.

“Do I need to repeat the question?” Silva spat, her voice just above the desk. Julez knew this was it, she was prepared.

“Yes, she was a friend. It was a one off.”

“Tell me about it, Jules.”

Jules looked as clothing began to fall onto the floor in front of her. Silva's feet dangled in front of her face. Beautiful, clean, with white nail polish. Jules couldn’t help but salivate.

“Her name was Miranda. I was 19 and she was 18. I don’t remember it all but I woke up and she was masturbating next to me.”

Silva had already slid two fingers inside herself. Cumming instantly, rattling the desk, her feet arched.

“And then?”

“Then I fucking freaked out, I was nervous. I had never seen another girl do that before, but before I could yell she put her cum covered hands over my lips. I tasted her.”

“What did she taste like?”

Before she answered, Jules crawled to the professor's feet and shoved the left one as far down as her throat would allow. Her toes wiggled and curled, she could feel them move in her mouth. She gagged and quickly removed it from her throat, leaving spittle all over. Admiring the depravity.

“She tasted like some sort of sin.”

Silva giggled and shivered as Jules took her feet back into her mouth, pushing deeper down her little throat. Eventually pulling them out and stepping down from the desk.

“Come out now, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

To be continued…