Korean Girl gets extra credit

I'm a professor at a California university in the Economics department. It was finals week last
semester and I had just finished grading the tests for my class. I had maybe an hour and a half to turn
the 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 Asian
girl, about 5'1", black hair cut neatly at the shoulders. She was slim, maybe 100-105 lbs., wearing a
loose-fitting blouse tucked neatly into her denim-shorts. She was wearing white Keds. The way young
women wear it nowadays: without the socks.
I recognized her immediately. She usually sat in the front row of my lectures. She introduced herself
as Debbie, and I asked what I could do for her. Debbie sat across the desk from me, and set her bag
down on the floor and crossed her legs. Her leg bounced nervously. I tried to focus my thoughts on
what she was saying rather than her foot. I struggled not to stare as she told me if there were a way
to earn extra credit for the class, because she didn't think she'd pass this semester. It would hold her
back 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 at
my grade book and noticed she was already passing with a C. Barely, but passing nonetheless. But I
decided to be naughty.
"You're right." I said, "You're getting a D. You'll have to repeat the class next year." "Please. Is there
anything I can do to pass?" My heart started beating quickly at these last words. They were a
professor's wet dream. Naughty ideas popped into my head. She looked disappointed, so I asked to
sit on the couch with me. Debbie began looking suspicious. "I don't need the grade that bad." I asked
her if I could massage her feet. She thought about it for a second, and said if she could use that as
extra credit. "Sure." I responded.
I knelt at her feet and undid the laces carefully and slowly, as if unwrapping a crystal vase. I savored
every 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 her
shoes 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 what
I'm talking about.
"Ever had a foot massage before?" I asked. She nodded, "My boyfriend gives them to me." That
turned me on even more. It meant she was receptive to this type of treatment. Debbie lay back on the
couch and enjoyed the massages. She purred as I kneaded the instep of her right foot. She lifted her
left foot to my face and put her soft size-6 foot on my cheek. I inhaled deeply, dropping her right foot
into my lap, grasping her left foot and kissing each toe tenderly. I ran my tongue from her heel to her
arch 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 danced
wildly 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 with
my 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, and
wiggled her toes on my cock. Heavenly, was all I can say. My breathing was labored. I knew I was
close. 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 between
her feet, forming some sort of foot-fetish sandwich, with my cock as the meat. I reflexively began to
thrust 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 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 my
toes...You know you want to..." "Oh yeahhh." "What's my grade, professor?" "C?" "Is that all my feet
are worth?" she asked coyly. "You tell me." I countered, "Touch yourself for me, Debbie. Show me
that you're enjoying this as much as I am." She smiled and unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped her
zipper. She slid her right hand down under her white silk panties. Soon, she began making
fuckfaces...silent 'ooh's' and 'ahh's' as she half-closed her eyes. "W-what's my grade now?..." she
asked in a breathy voice. "B?" She withdrew her hand from her panties, and reached up to touch my
lips. 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 was
reaching the point of no return, "Just don't stop, Debbie...Anything y-you wan--" I didn't finish my
sentence. I groaned and held her two perfect feet together tightly by the ankles. I thrusted my cock
like a maniac, and came and came and came. I watched as what seemed like pints of cum spurted
from 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 spasms
subside, and so did she. I watched Debbie gather her Keds and to my surprise, she slid on her shoes
without cleaning the cum off her toes. She smiled wickedly before turning to leave.
Of course I gave her the A. Wouldn't you?