Beauty and the Cunning Dean
Yulia, a law school student, was an excellent student, smart, and beautiful. She was 21 years old and on track for a honors diploma.
Everything would have been fine, but problems started in her final year when one of the most difficult subjects, private law, began to be taught by the faculty dean, Sergei Viktorovich, a nasty, gray-haired, overweight man in his sixties. He immediately understood who Yulia was and all her weak points, like vanity, ambition, and persistence.
Who he was, no one really knew, but it was immediately clear—he was not someone to mess with. And so, in the month of May, the dean summoned Yulia to his office on a weekend. Yulia's boyfriend drove her to the faculty building and promised to wait.
Yulia went upstairs,
through the empty building, to the dean's spacious office.Sergei Viktorovich seated Yulia on a chair opposite him. He himself sat on the edge of the table next to her.
"I won't beat around the bush, Yulia. You are an excellent student. You consider yourself as such. Well, I'm telling you—no. In my subject, you will not get an A."
No matter how many arguments Yulia brought against it, the dean was unyielding.
"But, Yulia. Maybe we can come to an agreement if you allow me something."
Yulia's eyes widened.
"Is this harassment?" she said.
"God forbid. No. I wanted to ask you, where did you get your legs toned? They are so beautiful, I can't look away. Your boyfriend, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes, he's waiting for me downstairs."
"Great, he probably always caresses you."
"What do you want from me?"
"Allow me to take off your shoes and smell your feet."
Yulia stood up and headed for the door.
"Yulia. I will be forced, simply obliged, to give you a C. Of course, that probably won't affect your future... although... no, probably it won't. But you won't see an honors diploma. Well, you just don't measure up."
Yulia stopped.
"I'll just take off your shoes and smell your wonderful feet. And you'll get your excellent future back."
Yulia turned around. The dean was standing and smiling kindly, inviting her to sit on the chair. Yulia hesitated. Then she went and sat on the chair.
The dean took off Yulia's sneaker, then her sock, and inhaled the scent of Yulia's foot.
"Tasty girl," the dean stated, and licked Yulia's toes. He smacked his lips, savoring the taste of Yulia's feet. Then he smelled her foot again. "Yes," he muttered to himself, "yes..."
The dean took all the toes on Yulia's foot into his mouth and began to suck them.
Yulia almost vomited at the sight of this old, fat, gray-haired pervert kneeling and sucking the toes on her right foot. He covered her foot with kisses, each toe of Yulia's foot, the sole. Then he picked up the sock he had taken off her foot and inhaled its scent.
"Oh, what a tasty girl," he muttered, "lucky..."
With a quick movement, the dean took off Yulia's other shoe, inhaled the scent of the sneaker with one powerful breath, and began frantically licking and sucking the toes on both her feet. Yulia pursed her lips; she was becoming scared and very uncomfortable. She looked down from above as her feet were being tended to by a sixty-year-old geezer she couldn't stand. She felt her toes getting wet from saliva, his lips touching the delicate skin of her feet. Don't cry, Yulia told herself, it will all be over soon.
Suddenly, the dean jumped up, unfastening his belt buckle on the move. Yulia didn't have time to understand what was happening, and the dean was already standing with his penis in his hand, red with excitement, and with crazy, bulging eyes.
"Suck it! Suck it!"
"No! Sergei Viktorovich, you said..."
"I lied. Take it in your mouth and suck, bitch, or you won't see an honors diploma!"
"Choke on it!"
Yulia jumped up from the chair and began putting on her shoes.
"If you leave, you'll be expelled from the institute."
Yulia hesitated for a moment.
But then she began putting on her shoes even more decisively. Once shod, she jumped up and headed for the door.
"And what is this video I recorded here?"
Yulia stopped dead in her tracks.
"An old man licking a young student's feet. How interesting. Maybe show it to your friends?"
Yulia trembled, tears of helplessness welled up in her eyes.
"I'll be fired soon anyway," said the dean, "but I'll still have time to ruin your life."
Yulia stood with her back to him. She felt hands on her waist. Yulia took her phone out of her bag and dialed a number.
"Pasha, I'll be delayed," said Yulia.
"Good girl," came a voice from behind.
Yulia tried not to think about anything. She heard the dean's strained grunting and felt his small, wrinkled penis slowly entering and exiting her mouth. It didn't taste that disgusting, but the act of the blowjob itself terribly depressed Yulia. The dean slowly fucked Yulia's mouth, and Yulia tried to distract herself.
"Suck the head," came a voice from above.
Yulia obediently began sucking the head, tightly enveloping the dean's penis with her full lips.
"Now," whispered the dean, "now..."
He put a hand on the back of Yulia's head and pressed. The penis slid deeper into Yulia's mouth. The dean trembled. Yulia's tongue was scalded by a viscous, bitter liquid. The dean grunted, his penis twitching in Yulia's mouth. What a bastard, thought Yulia.
"Did you swallow?"
Yulia answered—no, with the penis in her mouth.
"Swallow. And lick my phallus clean."
Yulia discreetly let the semen dribble out from the corners of her lips, and it dripped onto the floor. But she still had to lick it clean. Smacking her lips, Yulia thoroughly sucked the dean's penis head several times. Then she released it from her mouth.
The dean patted Yulia on the head.
"Well, there you go, you'll have your honors diploma. But you need to earn your graduation."
Old bastard, Yulia stood up.
"I need to wash my face."
"No need."
The dean came up close to her and licked her lips. Yulia almost vomited right on him.
"You don't like me?" the dean asked her and smirked. "Even better. More pleasant to have you, daughter."
The dean began kneading Yulia's buttocks with both hands and licking her lips, sticking his tongue into her mouth. Yulia tightly pressed her lips together and grimaced. The main thing is not to cry, not to give him pleasure, she thought. The dean began rubbing his penis against her thigh and moaning. Yulia felt his penis swelling again. The dean unbuttoned the buttons on her denim shorts.
"Now comes the most important part," the dean whispered in Yulia's ear, caressing her and rubbing his penis against her. Yulia bit her lip. And closed her eyes to keep from crying.
The table banged against the wall, making noise. It banged slower, then faster. The room was filled with rhythmic slapping sounds and old-man grunting. Yulia lay on the table face down, gripping the edges of the tabletop. Her face grimaced with each thrust. The dean's hands stroked her thighs, and his penis rhythmically and powerfully entered her young pussy, causing Yulia torment and giving the dean pleasure. Yulia felt every ridge of the penis with her vagina because it was still narrow and tight. The dean, red from exertion, went in as deep as he could, but his penis didn't even reach halfway into Yulia's vagina. But it was enough for the dean. And Yulia was not in the mood for pleasure. The young, juicy body of the girl glistened with sweat, her face contorted with a grimace of disgust and resentment. The dean's penis entered Yulia slowly; he fucked her with enjoyment. He grunted without shame.
"Will you tell... your boyfriend..." the dean asked.
Yulia remained silent. Then the dean giggled and began pounding her pussy with all his might. Yulia cried out. She writhed under the onslaught; the penis worked in her narrow pussy like a machine driving piles.
"You are my most beautiful student!" the dean roared.
The table banged against the wall with such a crash that Yulia involuntarily wondered if someone would burst into the office.
"And here I am, fucking you!" the dean shouted even louder. "And you can't do anything about it!"
Yulia bucked, but this only aroused the dean more. The penis in her pussy swelled to such a size that it occupied the entire width of her vagina, and Yulia felt uncomfortable. The dean mercilessly pounded her, driving his penis deep and hard.
The dean grunted, sped up, and hissed
"Try... to tell... your boyfriend... about this!!!"
He pressed his groin against Yulia's butt, the penis went deep into her pussy, the dean arched his back, and Yulia cried out. She felt the penis inside her begin to pulsate, and her vagina filled with hot fluid.
The dean trembled and made incomprehensible sounds. He seemed frozen in one pose. His old man's penis rested in the depths of the young, tight pussy. Yulia waited, breathing heavily. Suddenly she felt the penis abruptly exit her, and then a crash was heard. Yulia slowly turned around. The dean lay on the floor with open eyes, a red face, and not breathing. His penis twitched and shrank. Yulia pulled up her shorts and panties. Then she checked the dean's pulse. He was dead. Her pussy ached a little. Yulia tucked the dean's penis into his pants, sat him up with his back to the table, left the office, and slowly went to find someone to call for help.