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Korean Girl gets extra creditI’m a professor at a California university in the Economics department. It was finals week lastsemester and I had just finished grading the tests for my class. I had maybe an hour and a half to turnthe grades in to the Dean’s office for input into the school’s records the next day.A knocking at my door caught my attention. “Come in.” I said. In walked a meek-looking young Asiangirl, about 5’1″, black hair cut neatly at the shoulders. She was slim, maybe 100-105 lbs., wearing aloose-fitting blouse tucked neatly into her denim-shorts. She was wearing white Keds. The way youngwomen wear it nowadays: without the socks.I recognized her immediately. She usually sat in the front row of my lectures. She introduced herselfas Debbie, and I asked what I could do for her. Debbie sat across the desk from me, and set her bagdown on the floor and crossed her legs. Her leg bounced nervously. I tried to focus my thoughts onwhat she was saying rather than her foot. I struggled not to stare as she told me if there were a wayto earn extra credit for the class, because she didn’t think she’d pass this semester. It would hold herback at least a year since that particular class was only held in the spring.I told her that it was impossible, since the grades had to be submitted at 6:00 that evening. I looked atmy grade book and noticed she was already passing with a C. Barely, but passing nonetheless. But Idecided to be naughty.”You’re right.” I said, “You’re getting canlı bahis a D. You’ll have to repeat the class next year.” “Please. Is thereanything I can do to pass?” My heart started beating quickly at these last words. They were aprofessor’s wet dream. Naughty ideas popped into my head. She looked disappointed, so I asked tosit on the couch with me. Debbie began looking suspicious. “I don’t need the grade that bad.” I askedher if I could massage her feet. She thought about it for a second, and said if she could use that asextra credit. “Sure.” I responded.I knelt at her feet and undid the laces carefully and slowly, as if unwrapping a crystal vase. I savoredevery moment of it, as I removed her pink feet from her cotton shoes. Slight creases from being in theshoes all day covered her feet. Her toenails were painted pink. The smell of her feet being in hershoes for a couple hours wafted through me, and inflated my cock.My heart started thumping from the excitement. If you’ve ever seen nice Asian feet, you’d know whatI’m talking about.”Ever had a foot massage before?” I asked. She nodded, “My boyfriend gives them to me.” Thatturned me on even more. It meant she was receptive to this type of treatment. Debbie lay back on thecouch and enjoyed the massages. She purred as I kneaded the instep of her right foot. She lifted herleft foot to my face and put her soft size-6 foot on my cheek. I inhaled deeply, dropping her right footinto my lap, grasping her left foot and kissing each bahis siteleri toe tenderly. I ran my tongue from her heel to herarch to her toes, where I stuffed all five toes into my mouth.Debbie moaned as I ran my tongue between each of her toes, tasting every bit of her. Her right foot,which was in my lap, moved of its own volition, stroking my bulging cock behind my zipper. It dancedwildly in my lap, making it hard to concentrate. I reached down with a free hand and undid my pants,letting my cock out. I lifted her right foot into my mouth and let her left foot into my lap. Still wet withmy saliva, her soft toes slid up and down my exposed cock.”You like that, don’t you, professor?” Debbie asked with a smile. “Oh yes…” I moaned in response,her foot still in my mouth, tongue swabbing between each toe. She wiggled her toes in my mouth, andwiggled her toes on my cock. Heavenly, was all I can say. My breathing was labored. I knew I wasclose. She knew that too.Debbie pulled her feet away, to let me calm myself. She put her feet together, and her knees apart,as the soles of her feet touched. “My boyfriend likes this.” was all she said. She slid my cock betweenher feet, forming some sort of foot-fetish sandwich, with my cock as the meat. I reflexively began tothrust my hips, watching my own cock slide along the ridges and her instep of her toes.She stared down at my cock sliding in between her arches with eager eyes. She smiled at me.”You’re so hard.” she said. But my güvenilir bahis mind was focusing on the beautiful sight of my cock and her feet.”You…kn-know I’m…gonna cum soon…right?” was all I could think of to mutter. “Yes, cum all over mytoes…You know you want to…” “Oh yeahhh.” “What’s my grade, professor?” “C?” “Is that all my feetare worth?” she asked coyly. “You tell me.” I countered, “Touch yourself for me, Debbie. Show methat you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” She smiled and unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped herzipper. She slid her right hand down under her white silk panties. Soon, she began makingfuckfaces…silent ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ as she half-closed her eyes. “W-what’s my grade now?…” sheasked in a breathy voice. “B?” She withdrew her hand from her panties, and reached up to touch mylips. I eagerly licked her fingers, tasting her warm muskiness from her digits. I pumped harder. “Areyou sure that’s my grade?” “Oh hell…I’ll give you anything you want…” I moaned as I knew I wasreaching the point of no return, “Just don’t stop, Debbie…Anything y-you wan–” I didn’t finish mysentence. I groaned and held her two perfect feet together tightly by the ankles. I thrusted my cocklike a maniac, and came and came and came. I watched as what seemed like pints of cum spurtedfrom my cock and oozed oh so beautifully between her toes to the tops of her feet.Debbie continued to slide her feet along my cock even after I let her ankles go. I felt the spasmssubside, and so did she. I watched Debbie gather her Keds and to my surprise, she slid on her shoeswithout cleaning the cum off her toes. She smiled wickedly before turning to leave.Of course I gave her the A. Wouldn’t you?

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