As the college professor, Rootdawg, pulled up to the curb to drop off the stunningly beautiful student, Saturn Hime, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. This wasn't just any student; she was a goddess in his eyes. Her long, silken hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, framing her delicate face perfectly. And her eyes! They sparkled with intelligence and mischief, making him weak in the knees every time he saw her.
Saturn stepped out of the car, her schoolgirl uniform rustling around her legs. The skirt was short, barely covering her plump, round ass, and her blouse was so tight it left little to the imagination. As she turned to wave goodbye, the professor couldn't help but notice the gentle sway of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass cheeks, and the way her breasts pressed against the fabric of her top.
He watched as she walked away, her stilettos clicking on the pavement, and felt a pang of regret. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he couldn't bring himself to take advantage of her. Instead, he was content to watch her go, lost in thought about the intoxicating allure that was Saturn Hime.
Little did he know, she had other plans for him. As she walked home, she couldn't help but notice the way he always seemed to stare at her feet whenever they met. Something told her that this would be the perfect chance to test out her theory.
When she reached his house, she knocked on the door, her heart pounding with anticipation. He opened the door, his eyes widening when he saw her dirty, stinky bare feet. "Professor, I was wondering if I could bother you for a ride home?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes.
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist. He nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of what she could possibly have planned. As she got in the car, he couldn't help but lean forward, his eyes fixed on her feet. She noticed his gaze and smiled to herself. This was going to be easier than she thought.
As they drove, she began to rub her feet over his body, starting with his chest and moving up to his face. He tried to resist, but the smell of her feet was intoxicating, and he found himself getting harder and harder. Finally, she put her stinky bare feet on his face, grinning as he gasped for air. "Is this what you like, Professor?" she purred, running her fingers through his hair.
He couldn't answer, lost in a haze of desire and shame. She could see the bulge in his pants growing by the minute, and it filled her with satisfaction. She leaned forward, her breasts grazing against his chest, and whispered in his ear. "I think it's time for you to cum in your pants, Professor."
As she said these words, she moved her hand down to his crotch, feeling the heat emanating from his pants. With a gentle tug, she pulled down his zipper, revealing his hard cock straining against his trousers. She leaned over, her lips hovering just above his tip, and teasingly licked it.
He moaned, unable to resist any longer. He felt himself on the edge, ready to explode. And then, with one final push, he did. His cock throbbed as hot cum spurted out, landing on his stomach and chest. He had never been so humiliated in his life, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he felt.
Saturn leaned back in her seat, her work here done. She watched as he struggled to regain his composure, his eyes locked on her feet. She knew this was just the beginning. From now on, he would be hers, body and soul.
As she stepped out of the car and walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power coursing through her veins. She knew that she had him now, and there was nothing he could do about it. She glanced over her shoulder one last time, grinning as she saw the look of desperation on his face. Yes, this was going to be a very interesting ride.
