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The knob turned without trouble and I stepped into the classroom. A
folder under my arm and a coffee in my hand, I was ready to start
marking down the week's attendence records. I heard the sound of typing
to my immediately left and I turned to see a familiar sight in the
corner of the class. Dark blue scaly skin, 4-inch long horns in place of
hair, and an impossible-to-miss bright orange t-shirt teamed with
equally coloured earphones.
I quietly sighed and walked over to him. I plucked out his right earphone and asked "William, what are you still doing here?"
The young dragon gave a start and his head flicked towards me. He hastily explained "Oh, Miss Daymu, I was just-"
"Working on your login database?" I smirked. One quick look at the
coding was all I needed. "Is your nose ever off that grindstone?" He
gave a small chuckle and returned to the work.
William was always cramming in extra knowledge. He barely passed
his IT GCSE and now he was paranoid he'd fail this college course. I
didn't know why: he was more than keeping up with the merit-level work,
let alone the pass. He'd also joined the Technology club, (though we
more studied taking PCs apart and putting them together in those
sessions). Yet he could still be found here during breaks and lunchtimes
making sure his coding was perfect.
But I worried about him. Dark circles regularly appeared under his
eyes, yesterweek his eyeballs had been bloodshot and he'd been stifling a
lot of yawns. Added to that, he'd become jumpier and slightly panicky.
It was pretty concerning to see him like this, and I could tell it
wasn't going to get better on it's own. It was a teacher's job to look
after their students. My job to look after William.
"William, is everything alright?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow. "Um...yeah. Why?"
"Because you haven't been looking so good for the past two months."
I told him bluntly. "I can tell something's stressing you out."
Something inside him seemed to break. "S-sorry Miss. I just... I'm
so worried about failing the course. I want to be a web developer, but
if I screw up this course I'm sunk. I don't know what else I'd do."
I answered up, measuring my words. "William, I'll be honest. You're
a smart kid. You're blitzing the merit level work with no issues. But
you need help in other departments."
"What...what do you mean?" He asked, taking out the other earphone. He seemed confused at my compliment.
I chose my words carefully. "I mean you need someone to help you
relax. To vent whatever stress you're feeling. Someone like a... a
girlfriend."
He gulped, eyes wide. He'd caught on to what I meant. Tentatively, he asked "Wh-what did you have in m-mind?"
So he was interested? Curious.
"I thought we'd start with something simple." I answered, already
unbuttoning my top and slipping my shoes off. In truth, I'd wanted to do
this-or something like it-for a while, but I was hoping this would help
him blow off more steam than me. "Just to clarify: we're not taking
things beyond outercourse. You're not handsome enough to get fired or
pregnant over."
He smiled slightly at the joke but nodded in affirmation. "I... I
want to save my first time for my first girlfriend anyway." he admitted.
I was a little taken aback at this. Handsome and cute as he was, I
figured he'd have lost his virginity in secondary school. "Whoever she
is, she's going to be a very lucky woman." I commented, now pushing my
skirt down my shapely legs. "I should tell you, William: I've got a love
for feet-related sex. Specifically, getting my feet worshipped and
giving footjobs."
He didn't show much reaction, which surprised me. Usually men
showed some form of disgust or regret when I told them of that. William
gave a small smile and replied "Okay... I don't know much about it
but... I'll try..."
"Don't worry about it. You're still a virgin, so I don't except you
to be perfect or even great." I told him sympathetically. "Just don't
be terrible." I added as a joke. He flustered slightly in answer.
I unclipped my bra and my boobs dropped out, jutting forwards. My
shoulders and back felt slightly relieved without the straps cutting in.
I decided to leave my polka-dot panties on: I didn't want to be tempted
to break the outercourse limit. William sat, looking my body up and
down, as if it were an all-you-can-eat-buffet for his eyes.
I crossed my arms and raised and eyebrow. For a second he was
confused, then realized with a short gasp. He stood up and unbuttoned
his jeans, sliding them down his legs without much difficulty. He didn't
wear shoes-dragon soles were very tough by nature-so he didn't have to
do anything else. He didn't even take his shirt off, but I could forgive
that little lapse in memory.
His hardening cock was the most interesting sight. I'd never seen a
dragon penis before. It was pointed at the tip like a pen, but after a
centimeter or two it quickly expanded into a thick shaft that I knew
even I'd have trouble taking fully, despite it's relatively short
length. What caught my eyes were that there were smooth little barbs
jutting outwards on either side of it.
After walking to him, I licked the palm of my hand and began to
stroke it, quickly getting used to the odd shape. The barbs moved up and
down as if on hinges, but I knew that upon climax they'd lock downward
to prevent pulling out, like a canine knot. I could very slightly feel
his pulse through it-it was much faster than I'd expected. It wasn't
much of a surprise when I thought about it from his point of view,
though.
"M-Miss Daymu?" he asked cautiously.
"Hm?" I replied, looking down into his face. The top of his head only just came level with the bottom of my neck.
"I... I-I really like how..." he paused, but mustered his courage
"how your th-thighs rub to-together... wh-when you walk... Could I...
please...?"
My thighs? Well, I supposed that wasn't much weirder than my love
for feet. I spread my legs apart slightly, still standing. He hesitantly
moved closer and placed his cock between them. I pressed my thighs
together and felt the barbs of his cock digging into them slightly. He
looked up at me and I nodded, smiling.
He began to gently thrust, vocalizing his satisfaction into my
chest. I pressed his head deeper between my tits and his moans were
muffled. I reached around his back and pushed him a little every time he
thrust. He extricated himself from my tits and took the left nipple
into his mouth. Now it was my turn to moan.
His tongue circled the nipple as he gently suckled on it. His right
hand moved up my stomach and gently groped my other breast. His thumb
ran over it, moving it in circles in time with his thrusts. His left
hand reached around and gently squeezed my asscheek. His thrusts became
slightly slower and his breathing became a little heavier.
"I think that's enough. We have time; we don't need to rush." I
told him, glancing at the clock on the wall. We still had 30 minutes
before the next class started. He pulled back a little, precum
glistening on the tip of his shaft. I gently scooped it up with my nail
and popped my finger in my mouth. "Mmm... Tasty." I commented.
"Do... do you want me to... uhm..." He pointed at my feet. In
reply, I hopped up onto the huge table in the centre of the classroom.
He got onto his knees below it, using his jeans as a cushion.
He tentatively took my right foot in his hand. He rubbed the ball
with his thumb while running his finger down the outer side. Almost on
instinct, I lifted the foot up to his mouth. He looked up at me and
gulped very slightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, he lifted the
sole to his mouth and planted a kiss on it. It tickled enough to make me
giggle, and he smiled at his small achievement.
He gave the sole another kiss, and allowed his tongue to brush
against it ever so slightly. "Ah... yeah, between the toes... Oh..." I
exaggerated my moans a little to motivate him, and it paid off well; he
became bolder with his tongue, pressing harder against my soles, licking
in broader strokes. He didn't even need my gentle pushing now. I was a
little taken aback by how quickly he'd gotten this far.
His tongue snaked between my toes on both feet, tickling slightly.
He took each toe into his mouth, sucking it for a second or two before
moving to the next one. When he reached the end, he doubled back and
began to suck on two toes at once for twice as long. Then three for even
longer. He couldn't quite manage four, but it felt nice to watch him
try; to see him push his boundaries a little further.
I moved my foot downwards and brushed his cock, making my intent
clear. I placed his cock between my toes and pivoted my foot with the
ankle. He moaned at the toejob, and I placed my other foot to his open
mouth. He sucked on the three toes that entered as I deepened the
strokes-stroking the whole cock using my leg as the pivot now.
"Okay, now move your chair over here. Then just sit back and
relax." I told him. "Let me take you on a journey of pleasure few men
can say they've had."
Being on wheels, his chair was easy to manuvre as I got onto all
fours, knees balancing on the edge. I felt behind me for the barbs of
his shaft. He guided it in-between my two big toes and I took a moment
to appreciate how hard he'd gotten. I could very slightly feel the blood
pulsing through his shaft-it felt strangely satisfying.
My toes curled around his meat and I felt him jerk a little, a gasp
accompanying it. I began stroking his shaft slowly, using my knees to
pivot my feet (as my ankles were already bent as far back as they could
go). His hands explored the outer toes and tickled my feet slightly,
making me shake a little.
I started to stroke slightly faster, and although his meat slipped
from between my feet, he quickly placed it between the soles. His soft
moans sounded amazing. I wanted to tell him to moan louder, but I knew
that might get us caught. I kept up my pace, his barbs tickling my
arches slightly.
I felt William's hands firmly squeezing my ass as my feet massaged
his cock. He spread my cheeks apart and pressed them together. He didn't
move my panties to either side though; he still had some measure of
restraint. I felt a measure of pride that I still knew how to pick
decent guys.
"Miss Daymu, you have such a nice ass... So full." He told me.
I smiled to myself as I answered. "Don't be shy now. Give it a smack or two."
I heard a small gulp. I felt his right hand lift away before the
slap landed with surprising force. I felt my right buttcheek jiggle
slightly while he continued to grope and massage the other. He raised
his hand and gave my ass another sharp smack. It had been ages since I'd
been spanked-I'd forgotten how relievingly painful it felt.
"Ah... Miss Daymu..." His strained voice and panted breathing spoke for him. I was surprised he'd lasted this long, in honesty.
"Let it out." I told him flexing my soles. "All over my feet. Decorate them with your seed."
I heard the dragon's pleasant cry of release, felt the barbs lock
downwards, the meaty cock pulse between my soles less than a second
before his cum landed on them, blending into the white pads. I counted
three spurts of cum. Afterwards, William leaned back in relief. His
words came out as a sigh. "I... th-thank you, Miss Dayum. Oh, I mean-"
But I didn't hear the rest, such was my laughter. "You're welcome.
Just make sure to come to me again if you're having stress troubles." I
winked at him, already cleaning his cum off my soles with a tissue. I
would have liked to lick it off, but a look at the clock told me there
wasn't time.
"Well, seeing as you told me I'm blitzing the merit work, I've
given some thought to trying the distinction level stuff." the dragon
answered, pulling up his trousers and sitting back down at his computer.
"So I think there's going to be a lot of stress in my near future."
"That's my star student." I answered as the bell rang, signalling
the end of lunchbreak. I quickly dropped the cum-filled tissue into the
bin and pulled my skirt up my legs, rebuttoning my top as I slipped my
stockings on. I was barely at my desk as the other students began filing
in.
Not a word was exchanged between the two of us for the whole class,
but every time I caught his eye, he flustered a little and looked away.
William said his near future was going to involve a lot of stress. Mine
was going to become a lot more fun.
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