Teacher Foot Worship

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Teacher Foot Worship
The high school I went to was an all boys school so most of the time the only time I would see girls were on the bus back home or my teachers. Although I have had some foot related experiences with other teachers, the most numerous and memorable were with my maths teacher Mrs. Zhao (not her real name). I knew I liked feet since I was young and had glanced many times at my teachers feet but this was the first time I had touched them, regardless of how minor the interaction was (I am older at 18 at the time). 

To avoid disappointing any of you I'll warn you that Mrs. Zhao was about 50 years old and average looking for her age. She was quite short, around 5'2" and although I don't have any photos of her feet, the closest I have seen to hers was https://www.flickr.com/photos/53321154@ ... 6417849811 . However, Mrs. Zhao's feet seemed to be dirtier and rougher around the toes and heel.

It was a Friday afternoon and our maths class was the last class of the day. Usually Mrs. Zhao would teach the entire lesson in order to make sure we were up to date with the content, however on this occasion we had finished 20 minutes early so she suggested we catch up with any homework we had. I sat near the back of the class, towards the corner, basically the opposite side of the classroom to Mrs. Zhao. She usually wore three types of shoes, a pair of blue wedges, black nike sneakers or a pair of black flats which she was wearing on the day. Whilst I was working on my maths homework I noticed that there were 5 minutes left and looking around the class no one seemed to be bothered to do anything, so in order to not dog the boys I dropped my pen and started talk to my friend.

Soon after we heard the zipping of bags and saw everyone putting away their books. As I had already placed everything aside I quickly had my bag zipped close and on my desk. Whilst others started talking, I noticed Mrs. Zhao bend over while she was sitting, next to her were her black flats. Before I could see what she was doing she had stood up and started walking to the back of the class where the bin was located, she was barefoot and in her hand were her beige socks. Without even looking she gracefully threw the socks into the bin from about 2 meters away and walked back to her desk. At the time I was extremely confused as to why she would throw away a pair of socks considering that I had never seen her walk barefoot and that she seemed like the type to be conservative with her spending. I now realise that this happened because most classes she had taught for the entirety of the lesson and that she had been wearing disposable socks.

The bell rang and everyone rushed towards the door but I could here in a thick asian accent her asking, "someone stay back, I need help with the class." Almost everyone had ignored her and was already out the door and thankfully the student who usually volunteers to stay back was sick on the day. I raised my hand and waved it at her, she replied with a quick nod as she caught eye with me. By the time I was standing next to her the classroom was empty.

"Thank you, Jason for helping," she said, "Could you help clean the classroom before Meilin comes, I need to do the marking." She happened to be good friends with the cleaner who was also Chinese so she didn't like her friend seeing the classroom in a mess.

I calmly agreed and asked her what needed to be done which turned out to basically be an unpaid version of the cleaner's job. Before I turned to rearrange the tables I noticed that she was still barefoot. I know this sound pretty sad but just seeing that started to make my heart race a little due to never seeing her walk without shoes. With haste I rushed around the class and staked the chairs and pushed the tables to the side so that I could go back and get another glance at her feet. 

"Oh you finished already, very good," she said as she looked up from her marking, "could you empty the recycling from the box into the container? Make sure to rip them into small pieces so Mr. Smith (principal) doesn't get angry." She asked as she pointed to the black container on the ground.

"Yea no worries Mrs." I replied as I headed behind her chair for the container, hurriedly sitting down next to it.

"Ah, Jason you don't have to do it there, take it behind the desk, more space." She said in surprise

"Oh, no its fine Mrs. It's easier to do it here because its closer to the box," I responded hoping she would be ok with it.

"Thats ok if its easier, a bit dark under my desk though," She chuckled to which I laughed along with.

Soon enough she was stuck back into her marking and it was almost like she didn't know I was there. Sitting cross legged, I was eye level with her feet, but the thing I noticed first was the smell of her feet. I always though it was stupid how people insisted smelly feet reeked of cheese. It turns out that until that day I didn't know what real smelly feet smelt like, sitting under her desk I could smell the strong scent of cheese/vinegar coming from both her flats on the floor and her feet, her left one across her right faced directly towards me, barely 20 cm away from my face. I nudged my self back further under the table so she couldn't see me, dragging one red cardboard box (the other being filled with her snotty tissues which I will expand on in another story) and the container closer towards me. I started tearing the pages and placing them in the container almost impulsively as I stared closely at her feet. They looked extremely similar to the link I provided above, her nails were natural, toes and heels had dirt and lint hiding away under the shelters provided by her slightly cracked soles. Between her toes were an unnatural amount of toe jam, she even had some on the top of her foot which I had never seen before. However, my investigation was cut short when she gave me a heart attack as she demanded, "Jason, can you go bring the bin and put it under my desk, I don't want Meilin to walk all the way there."

I humbly agreed and got to my feet, my knees cracking, I suddenly realised that it was already 4:30pm (school ended at 3pm). I was so intrigued in her feet that I had forget what had initially drawn my attention, in the centre of the bin were the pair of beige socks she was wearing. As I returned to my spot under the desk, I discretely grabbed the socks. To my surprise they were still wet, however being extremely cold, and they were as thin as the petal of a flower. I excused my self to grab something from my bag and stuffed the socks into my lunch box which was empty. 

After putting all the recycling into the container Mrs. Zhao thanked my and said that I was free to go home as it was getting late and she had finished her marking, however I insisted that I was fine and could help some more to which she unwillingly agreed. Whilst I was stacking the textbooks Mrs. Zhao started talking about school and the interesting things that had happened to her, the conversation was mainly about her but I wasn't complaining as I was busy looking for a way to get close to her feet. Eventually she mentioned her friend Meilin who would come at around 6pm and talked about how despite them having different jobs they were both always on their feet. This struck a lightbulb in me and as I answered approvingly to her story I went back to my bag and stuffed her socks in my pocket before walking towards her desk.

"How many hours do you spend walking at school?" I asked her with interest.

"Depends on the day, sometimes I have morning class and I am up 8 hours!" She exclaimed in disbelief trying to get my approval. 

"Don't your feet hurt from doing that? I remember that you taught back when I was in year 7."

"Yea, I've been teaching since I was 20 in China, much easier when you're younger I could do it all day, now my feet hurt by lunch," she chuckled.

"Really? Do you get foot massaged often, they can help with pain and I'm sure they are good for your health."

"No! Have you seen the prices? It makes no sense, beside I'm embarrassed my feet are sweaty so much!"

I pulled out her socks from my pocket and pretended to reach under her table for the bin. "Maybe its because you wear thin socks?" I suggested as I held her socks high.

"Aiya! Don't touch them, I wear them all day," she shouted as she held back her laughter.

"I don't mind Mrs." I said to calm her down, "if you want I can give you a foot massage, I don't understand how they are sweaty your feet seem a little dry," I asked inquisitively, kneeling next to her feet.

"No its ok you don't have," she replied, "It mostly comes from here," she suggested whilst laughing, pointing at the part under her toes making sure not to touch them. I asked if she wanted me to take a picture and show her which quickly shifted her mood, "you cant take pictures of teachers!" She shouted as she stared at me sternly, picking her foot up to see her sole.

I though I had blew my chance but after talking for a bit I had suggest that I could stay until Meilin comes which had convinced her to allow me to massage her feet. Settling in under her desk I started to sweat and my heart beat continued to rise, although she didn't have the greatest looking feet, I was still extremely excited to massage them. Unlike most women I was interested in Mrs. Zhao not because of her beauty but because of the way she acted, most times she would be serious and it was extremely rare to see her laugh which is what made the conversation so fulfilling. Also, despite being here most of her life, she held many Mainland China values which made her seem like she only cared about her self despite this being untrue. As I slid her socks back into my pocket and moved her flats to the side, without warning she rested both feet on my lap, the left foot of her heel on the toes of her right foot. By now I was so horny that I could easily mistake her two feet on top of each other as a foot long sub and start devouring them, but I didn't want to get expelled so I started to think with my big head. 

Despite her feet looking rough and cracked from afar, as I lifted her left foot, her soles were so soft that it felt like my thumb was almost melting into her foot. It was crazy how soft they were, it was almost like massage marshmallows. That really got me going and I was figuring out how to get a taste without getting caught. Ultimately, I used a big brain strategy and while massaging pushed my right thumb deep into her soles and dragged it across, since I'm a weirdo a even slid it between her toes to pick up some toe jam. I know its disgusting now, but at the time anything went. I continued to massage her foot with my left hand, carefully letting go with the right and putting my thumb on my tongue. The taste was almost indescribable, especially being the first time I had tasted a foot at the time. It had taken me aback how salty it was, with an under taste of cheese, I had originally though you had to be playing sport or moving around hardcore to get feet that sweaty. After my first taste I quickly dried my thumb by wiping it on my shirt and repeated it several times.

I quickly glanced at my phone and saw that it was 6:15pm so I was extremely worried Mrs. Zhao would ask me to leave when her friend came. Hurriedly I used my right index finger and slid it between all of her toes to get as much toe jam as I could. When I pulled it out my entire finger was covered in lint and small balls of dirt. Stupidly I put it right in my mouth and almost gaged when I tasted how bitter it was, not to mention how hard it was to swallow all of that gunk. A few minutes later Meilin arrived and the two of them instantly started talking in Cantonese or Mandarin, not quite sure. I though my time was over but after standing up to greet her friend, Mrs. Zhao pointed under the table at me to which both their heads appeared from above with a smile on their face. Meilin then looked to Mrs. Zhao and said something that made them laugh uncontrollably, I had no idea what they said but since I like being dominated I hope it was something degrading. As I got to my feet I said goodbye to Mrs. Zhao and went in for a hand shake to which she pulled her hand back quickly and turned to her friend. She pointed at my hand and then at her foot and said something in Cantonese which made Meilin go 'ahhhh' and smile at me. Mrs. Zhao suggested I stay and if it wasn't too troublesome if I could continue to massage their feet for a little longer. 

Meilin was about 40 years old and slightly shorter than Mrs. Zhao, maybe around 5'. Despite them both being in shape, Meilin was young enough that she was still blessed with the 'asians never age' and it is easy to agree that she looked quite youthful (easy to mistake her for being in her 30s) and attractive. However, as she was a cleaner she most likely didn't spend much time talking to others in english which explained by her english was really broken despite understanding what others said.

Obviously I agreed without thinking and started to get under the desk, however Meilin quickly held her hand to stop me and asked me to clear the desk in extremely broken english. This started to get me really excited because although Mrs. Zhao wasn't the most approachable teacher compared to others, her being with Meilin almost made it seem like it released the inner tiger mum in both of them. Mrs. Zhao's desk was open on both ends so they sat either side (the table perpendicular to them) and Meilin pulled out two dinners for them as I quietly returned to my spot. While under the desk it almost felt serene, it felt like I was living a fantasy I didn't even know I wanted. I knew that above they were eating, talking and laughing, I could hear that clearly, but what excited me the most was feeling like I was invisible to them, massaging their feet as they ignored me. It was clear Meilin wasn't accustomed to the west because whilst Mrs. Zhao gently rested her feet on my lap, Meilin violently swung them onto my shoulder. Although I am not complaining, I truly felt like a piece of furniture to her, it was almost like she didn't think I could feel it. 

As I took off her work shoes and her blue shin high socks, I revealed and almost opposite but equally beautiful foot to Mrs. Zhao. While Mrs. Zhao's feet were rough with soft soles, Melin's feet were soft with callused soles, however they were both unarguably sweaty and dirty. As Meilin had just arrived I made an excuse to get my water battle and returned under the desk. By now I had spent the entire day at school, had an extreme hard on since 3pm and it was pushing 7pm where I spent almost 4 hours working as an unpaid cleaner and masseur and now I had 4 sweaty, dirty feet to either side of me, I had to get a taste with my tongue. I had been massaging Mrs. Zhao for a while by now so seeing the calluses under Meilin's feet, my dumbass though that meant she couldn't feel if I licked her foot. Carefully I brought my head closer to her foot a gave a little lick at her heel, pulling back quickly to see if she reacted, nothing. Slowly but surely over the next 10 minutes I gave more daring and longer licks to become more confident. 

I remember clearly when I fucked up. My left hand held up one of Meilin's feet, her other resting on my shoulder, her toes crunching at my hair like it was a carpet. My right hand massaging Mrs. Zhao's foot, her other crossed over, dangling one of her flats. By now my dick felt like it was about the explode and I had spent so long under the table that I thought it was midnight. Now with new confidence my head was barely a cm away from Meilin's foot, I noticed a spot of dirt on her big toe which I licked off her foot with precision. Mrs. Zhao took off her dangling flat and rested both feet on my right leg, with my left hand I opened my bottle and took in a deep breath as I looked at Meilin's foot. I analysed both and settled that the left one was dirtier. I swallowed one more time and stuck out my tongue. I barely even though of the consequences. It felt like time stopped and I couldn't think clearly at all. As soon as my tongue cupped the bottom of her heel I suddenly realised that I could get expelled for this. Despite telling my self no I pushed my tongue hard into her foot and dragged it along the sole, dipping at the arch and coming back up to the ball of her foot. But my dumbass wasn't done yet, as I reached the area under her toes I pushed my tongue in harder and tilted her foot so her toes pointed towards me. I felt her three middle toes drag across my tongue as I pushed them back like switches. 

I quickly withdrew my tongue and swallowed to something that I could without fault say is the sweatiest and most flavourful foot I have had the pleasure to worship. However, I was quickly returned to reality when I heard a sequel and saw Meilin and Mrs. Zhao both look under the desk, shouting in Cantonese. Meilin quickly pulled her foot away from me and Mrs. Zhao stood up to see what was going on. As I crawled from under the table I quickly felt a strong kick from my right go into my ribs. I had rolled over onto my back, facing Mrs. Zhao, I felt several more kicks to my back as Mrs. Zhao jumped over me to get Meilin to stop. As she tried to calm her down I got back into a crawl position facing them, big mistake. I took one glance at Meilin's pissed off face before I saw her right foot coming straight for my head.

I have no idea how long I was down for but I heard the two of them arguing in Cantonese. By the time I levered my self to see what was going on Meilin walked towards me and planted her right foot hard on my chest, however Mrs. Zhao who was standing next to her did nothing, in fact she looked pissed of at me too. Suddenly she started to shout at me, "Jason, why the fuck you lick her foot? I am going to tell Mr. Smith and your parents! You think its a funny joke but I'll make sure you are expelled!" Meilin started to shout at Mrs. Zhao in Cantonese to which she replied "No I'm not going to risk getting in trouble, you do it I'll say it was self defence."

 Coming back to my senses I shouted, "Stop! I didn't do anything bad!" To which Mrs. Zhao stood up and told Meilin to stop. "Look!" I pointed under the table, "my hand was getting covered in sweat from massaging your feet so I used some water to wash it." I continued hoping they would buy it.

"Don't lie! I felt!" Meilin retaliated. Hastily I reached under the table and dipped my finger in the water, "look you'll see what I mean," I motioned to Mrs. Zhao who unwilling raised her foot. I myself am not religious but at the moment I prayed to every god that she would let it go. As I dragged it up her foot I saw that she was not convinced but I motioned that Meilin had calluses on her feet which is why she might not have felt it. Meilin quickly kicked at my hand and I had to talk my way out of a corner for the next 30 minutes. Eventually Mrs. Zhao decided to drop it despite Meilin's pleas. Looking back now she most likely let it go because of the policy at our school that if a bullying incident or anything serious happened both people would get suspended/expelled. I reckon she wanted to get me expelled but was afraid that her friend might get fired so she moved on from it.

She was not happy with me for the rest of the term and the entirety of the next term and didn't let me stay back. However, I had slowly built back my trust as she was my sports coach on sports day and by the last term she was back on good terms with me. I have had more experiences with both Mrs. Zhao and Meilin after and may add more later if I have time or there is some interest.
Damn that cleaner was so dominant she even kicked you and put her feet on your chest. It must have felt like heaven

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