Sick of the Disrespect [Femdom, College, Professor, Footjob, Stockings, Third-Person]

“Take a seat, Mr. Fisher.”

With his head cocked back, Hayden strode into his professor’s office.

Sitting at her desk, Professor Angeline watched Hayden like a hawk, observing the rebelliousness of his posture. “Get that snide look off your face,” she demanded, sharpening the tone of the room. “I did not call you in here so that you could practice wearing your defiance like a badge of honor.”

Hayden took a seat. “Alright.” He shrugged and shook his head. “Then what did you call me here for?”

“I called you in here because I am growing weary of your blatant apathy toward my class and your outright disrespect towards me as your professor. It is clear to me that you do not care in the least about passing this course, nor do you have any sense of respect for your superiors.”

The seriousness of the moment only made things funnier to Hayden. He smirked as he thought to himself, *No shit. Don’t exactly need a degree to know that one.*

“See, that right there is what I’m talking about, Mr. Fisher.” Professor Angeline pointed her finger; it shook amidst her anger, which caused a bigger, more pleased grin to form on Hayden’s face. “You have no sense of respect, do you?” She strutted around her desk. The clomping sound of her high heels halted as she stooped over Hayden and delivered a painful slap that tore the snarky grin from his face.

Shocked, Hayden’s mouth dropped wide open. He attempted to pull away, but red nails burrowed into the sides of his face. Swiftly, one of Professor Angeline’s stocking-covered legs lifted. Hayden attempted to stand up, but he felt himself being held down by a foot that dug into his crotch.

“Do not pull away from me, Mr. Fisher. You will not continue to be a distraction in my classroom, nor will you be making a mockery of me in it. Is that understood?”

“Fuck! Are you serious right now?”

Professor Angeline stared with a coldness in her eyes. Her stocking-laced heel wrenched down on Hayden’s balls.

“Ahhh, ahhh, fuckkk!” Hayden moaned.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fisher. Does that hurt?” She spit on his face.

“Yes, yes, yes; it fucking hurts!”

Pressing her point, Professor Angeline shifted more weight forward. “Are you going to continue to be an issue in my classroom, Mr. Fisher? Yes or no.”

Swallowing his ego, Hayden replied, “No, I’m not.”

At the sign of compliance, Professor Angeline’s foothold eased. “Are you sure about that?”

Regaining his breath, Hayden replied, “Yes.”

As she pulled her foot away, Professor Angeline’s toes brushed against Hayden’s cock, which was bearing a full erection through his pants. She thought for a moment, pinched her lips together, then smiled. “Pull down your pants for me, Mr. Fisher.”

“What?”

“Do *not* make me repeat myself.”

There was a pause as Hayden tried to process what was happening. *Jesus, this is fucking crazy. Is she for real?*

With folded legs, Professor Angeline sat back on her desk and watched with narrowed eyes.

Hayden stood up, unbuckled his belt, and dropped his pants along with his boxers.

“Sit back down, Mr. Fisher.”

Hayden fell back into his seat and took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. His eyes followed his professor’s legs as they unfolded. One of her feet reached between his thighs; it spanned the underside of his shaft. Then she brought up the other foot, curling it around his cock. He felt his breath form a heavy pace as his professor’s soles went up and down. “Oh my god. Fuckkk,” he groaned.

Professor Angeline cocked her head back and bit her bottom lip, gliding her feet up and down. Her tits shook beneath her button-down top. She lauded her student, encouraging his moans. “That’s a good boy. Doesn’t it feel good to obey?”

Hayden’s head fell back. He tightened his legs, allowing the pleasure to overtake him.

“Remember this next time you plan on disrupting my classroom, Mr. Fisher.”

“Yes, pro-fe-ssorrr, ahhh, ahhh” he moaned.

Her sheer nylons sent rippling sensations from his core to the rest of his body. The arches of her feet were carefully conformed to his shaft. Tingling waves shot all over, making his body convulse.

“Come on. Come on,” she beckoned. “Be a good boy and come for me, Hayden.”

Hearing his name spill from her lips made his cock throb. “Holy shittt.”

“That’s a good boy. Come on. Cum for me.”

“Fuckkk,” Hayden let out. At the same moment, cum burst from his throbbing cock, landing on Professor Angeline’s feet and ankles. Her pace increased and she moaned excitedly, pulling every bit of pleasure that she could from him as globs of cum soaked through her stockings. 

“Get it out. Just like that,” she moaned, milking his cock with the underside of her feet.

Hayden groaned in response, watching as more of his juices erupted, spilling onto his professor’s feet. The sight was mesmerizing. It felt impossible to believe. The black canvas of her nylons had been painted with his cum—and it looked amazing. He sat stunned, with a weakened brow and a dropped jaw.

Suddenly, Professor Angeline pulled one of her feet from Hayden’s crotch and pierced it into his mouth. Her toes reached to the back of his throat while her other foot playfully touched his balls. “Now, Hayden—” she twisted her foot deeper into his mouth “—no more issues. Correct?”

Hayden nodded and replied with a set of muffles. 

Professor Angeline then reeled her foot back. Quickly, she stood up, brushed off her skirt, legs, and hands. Then, she looked at Hayden. “Well, thank you for stopping by, Mr. Fisher. I trust that you can see yourself to the door.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v9xhgz/sick_of_the_disrespect_femdom_college_professor