The teacher asks you to stay after class

"Elliot," says your math teacher, "Please stay after class for a moment." You're worried. Is she mad that you were sleeping? Did you fail the test? Everybody leaves the room but you and she shuts the door, locking it. "Please sit down," she says, "I don't have a class this period so I am not in any rush. I will write you a note for being late to next period."

You lean against a desk. "How can I help you?" you ask.

"Well, Elliot, you've been falling asleep in class. Normally I wouldn't bother with this kind of thing considering you're a good student, but it appears that while you are sleeping you experience some... unwelcome physical responses."

Does she mean... oh no, she totally noticed your erection earlier!

"I'm sorry," you say, embarrassed, "It won't happen again."

She walks up close to you, close enough for you to smell her perfume. "If I might make a suggestion," she says, darting her eyes to the side, "Relieving yourself helps to prevent unexpected bodily functions."

Is she seriously suggesting...? You flush red.

"Y-yes ma'am..."

She puts a hand on your shoulder and looks into your eye. "You know, Elliot, as a teacher, I notice a lot of things. I notice you have a fixation for a certain part of the female anatomy. As a student, I'm sure you've noticed too, that I take a certain... pleasure in being in charge. I think we can help each other out.

"Do you mean...?"

She walks back and takes a seat on her desk, crossing her legs. Her black pantyhose runs smoothly all the way down to her red slippers. "Oh, Elliot, my feet hurt so much, having to stand up in front of class all day, teaching. Would you be a dear and give me a massage?"

You take a step forward before she stops you. "Ah-ah-ah!" she scolds, "Crawl."

You slowly get down on all fours and crawl your way over to her desk. She looks at you and smirks as you begin removing her shoes. Her feet are warm and you can smell them from arm's length. You begin to rub her feet.

"Mmmm... you're good at this. You should visit more often." You rub some more, your boner struggling to break free.

"Alright," she says, "You've earned it. You can touch that thing. Just don't ask me to, my husband wouldn't like it." You pull out your cock and begin stroking.

"Did I say you could stop?" she demands, "Use the other hand to keep massaging." So you do, holding the foot that you're massaging as close to your cock as you dare. It doesn't take long before you're edging, and your teacher can see that. She takes her free foot and shoves it in your face. It is glorious. Still warm and moist from sweat. You explode, covering one of her feet in cum.