Give Me Your Credit Card, Professor

Hugo knelt on the floor of Gabriela's dorm room, and he groaned as he felt his stiffening cock move in his pants.

It wasn't supposed to go this way

"Stay still, Hugo," Gabriela sighed, "stop trembling, Jesus..."

Hugo tried desperately to calm his body, but with every breath of the delicious aroma of Gabriela's perfect, little foot, and every second spent with her soft sole planted on his face, his erection stirred and his muscles tensed.

Gabriela finished painting the nail of one of the delicate little toes she had rested on Hugo's forehead. She inspected her work, and when she was satisfied that the dark purple polish had been perfectly applied, she relaxed back onto her bed and yawned. The room filled with the smell of weed as Gabriela re-lit her joint, and Hugo heard her hum along to the gentle Neo-Soul playing from her speaker.

The feeling of Gabriela's soft, supple little sole resting on his face was blissful, and as much as he knew that he should get up, turn around, and leave, Hugo knew that he could not. Gabriela owned him.

Letting out a relaxed sigh, Gabriela leaned forward and began to paint the next toe, and Hugo took in another deep breath from her heavenly foot.

It wasn't supposed to go this way.

-----

Hugo had finally finished re-writing Gabriela's History assignment, and his knees and back ached terribly. He was crouched on all fours on the floor beside his desk, hunched over the laptop, and had been so for hours. Beside him, sitting on his office chair, with her bare feet resting on his back, Gabriela scrolled through TikTok in between FaceTime calls with her friends.

The damp patch of cum on his crotch, a cold reminder of his humiliation, had not dried. Beside the laptop lay Gabriela's flip-flops; Hugo could see the dark prints of her soles and toes on the foam, and the sight made his cock twitch.

"I'm finished, Daddy," Hugo muttered from the floor.

"What was that, Hugo?"

"I'm... I'm finished the History assignment... Daddy," Hugo said meekly, making sure to address her by the title she had demanded.

"Already? Wow, look at you go! I thought we would be here all night. I hope you weren't rushing, Hugo? Top grades only for Daddy, remember?" Gabriela said, as she reached one of her dainty little feet and began to stroke the back of Hugo's head with her toes.

"Y-... yes, Daddy, I promise..." Hugo stammered.

"Good puppy," she mocked, before stepping into her flip-flops and making her way to the office door. "The History paper isn't due for another few days, but now you've finished it early, you can get started on my Sociology assignment tomorrow."

Hugo heard the door close behind her, and he collapsed onto the floor. He lay there for a long time, his knees, back, and neck on fire, and he began to cry.

-----

Every afternoon, after his last class of the day had finished, Hugo would go to his office, but he would not sit in his chair. Rather, he would kneel on the floor, bow his head, and wait for Gabriela. Sometimes he would have to wait a long time for her arrival, but she would always come. She would enter his office without saying a word, and take her place in his office chair, before handing her laptop down to Hugo on the floor, and he would continue to work on Gabriela's college assignments.

This had been going on for two weeks now, and he had already written full term papers for History, Sociology, and Politics. Hugo's knees ached when he walked, and his back spasmed frequently throughout the day, but he had no choice.

Hugo worked hard on her assignments, and not just because of her threats and blackmail. Whenever Gabriela received a top grade for 'her' work, she would reward Hugo by wearing flip-flops, flats, or sandals to his office the next afternoon. While he worked on her next assignment, she would take off her shoes and rest her bare feet on his hunched back, and occasionally she would bring her foot down and stroke the back of his head or the side of his face with her adorable, little toes. If she felt this was becoming too distracting for Hugo, she would lightly kick him in the head, and he would return to his task.

The semester was nearly over, and for Hugo it could not finish too soon. He had worked hard and quickly to get through Gabriela's college work, hoping that once he had finished it all, and she went on her summer vacation, he would be free, at least for a while.

----

Hugo crouched beside the laptop, putting the final touches to Gabriela's group project, and he moaned and trembled. Usually during their evening sessions in his office Gabriela ignored him for the most part, except for the occasional absent-minded stroke of her toes on his cheek. Today, however, she was paying him a lot more attention.

As he worked on the presentation, she had rubbed her bare, soft soles over his back, his neck, and his face, and it took all of his energy to focus. The project should have only taken him a couple of hours, but with her merciless teasing it was late into the night before he had finished it.

Hugo' erection raged in his pants. It had been two weeks since Gabriela had made him cum in his pants, and since then she had not allowed him more than a graze of her toes on his face. She had forbidden him from touching himself when he was at home, and so his cock now ached with the desperation of two weeks with no release.

Hugo saved the work and then bowed his head, indicating to Gabriela that he was finished.

"Good boy, puppy!" she cooed, "little puppy loves working hard for Daddy! Kiss."

Gabriella presented a foot under Hugo's face. Eagerly, he began to kiss the top of her little foot and the tops of her toes, relishing the feeling of her soft skin on his lips.

"Alright, that's enough puppy," she said, pulling her foot away from his face, "Don't want you getting too excited, do we, puppy? Ow ewse you might have a wickle accident! Siwwy wickle puppy wuppy!"

Gabriela broke into laughter as she mocked him in a childish voice, and Hugo groaned at the tension in his cock.

"Now, little puppy, you know how you love me so much? How you would do anything for me? Well lucky you, because Daddy has a surprise for you!"

Hugo's mind was filled with the frustration his throbbing cock, but panic entered his thoughts as she spoke.

"Daddy's parents have made some phone calls to some friends at, you know, good Colleges, because Daddy is going to study Law after she leaves this shithole," Gabriela told him, "but unfortunately, apparently Daddy's academic record isn't good enough to get me into those places, even with the recent improvements! Can you believe it, puppy?"

She brought her toes back underneath his nose. The delicious, cheesy aroma made his eyes roll back in his head, and he grunted.

"I know, puppy! I couldn't believe it either! But you can help Daddy, puppy! Isn't that exciting?" she cooed as she wriggled her toes under his nose, "Daddy can get into Harvard, and all she needs is to show consistent improvements in her grades next semester! You can help me with that, can't you puppy?"

Panic caused Hugo to tremble, and Gabriela must have sensed this, because she immediately took her foot and used it to slide her flip-flops along the floor, leaving them directly under his face. Hugo looked down to see the dark sweat-prints of her toes and soles on the foam. Just as the strong, sweaty, cheesy smell of the flip-flops reached his nose, Gabriela planted her foot on the back of his head, and pushed his face down into them.

"Kiss, puppy, kiss and show Daddy how excited you are to help her all next year too!"

Hugo's eyes stung from powerful stink of the flip-flops, and he began to kiss them as she had commanded.

----

Hugo lay awake that night, and his heart raced. He had not slept well in weeks, and it had only gotten worse since his wife had started making him sleep on the couch.

He had been coming home at strange hours, too late to explain away with running, or the gym, or similar lies. He had said that he was working late, that this was a busy time of the year and that he had a lot of grading he needed to do. His wife asked why he couldn't do his grading at home like he used to, and Hugo could not give her a good answer.

The sad thing was, even though Hugo's wife did not believe his excuses, it was obvious to him that she did not care. He had not been kicked out of the bedroom after an argument; rather, his wife was simply sick of him waking her up at all hours when he got home.

Their marriage had not been good for a few years now, but the last month had been one of the worst he could recall. He was tired and irritable, and his body ached every day. They rarely had a conversation these days without snapping at each other, and his wife had made the determination that it was just easier to not speak to him at all.

As Hugo stared at the ceiling, he sobbed, and cursed himself for letting his life fall apart like this. He had let his foot fetish and his pathetic lust derail his life completely. He had allowed a bratty teenager, his most entitled and arrogant student, to seduce and destroy him with her feet.

Hugo told himself, again, that this all had to stop. He would pay her to delete the incriminating memory drive if he had to. Fuck, he would sign over his car if he had to, he would do fucking anything, but he could not keep letting a teenager degrade him for another year.

Hugo sat up, sweating and trembling, and went to his laptop. His fingers hovered over his keyboard for who knows how long, before he sent Gabriela an email from his college account:

"Dear Miss Márquez,

Please can we meet at noon tomorrow; there is something that we need to discuss.

Yours faithfully,

Professor Darcy"

Hugo sat back and breathed deeply, his heart pounding. He went to close the laptop, but was surprised by an immediate ping in his inbox.

"My dorm room. Number 23." was all the reply said.

-----

Hugo felt sweat soak through his shirt as he approached Gabriela's dorm building. He had emailed her last night, and again this morning, to tell her that he could not meet her in her dorm room, that it would look too strange and inappropriate for a college professor to be in a dorm building, never mind a student's room. He asked, then begged her to come to his office instead. She did not reply.

And so, Hugo made his way through the doors of the dorm building. He hoped and prayed that it being the middle of the day would mean that there weren't as many students around. He was ready to tell any suspicious students that he was meeting the RA to discuss some new pastoral support scheme. If he bumped into the RA, he hadn't a fucking clue what he was going to say.

Hugo walked briskly through the foyer and up the stairs, feeling ridiculous as he checked around corners for any passing students, like the world's most pathetic secret agent.

He arrived at room number 23, and knocked. His heart pounded as he waited for a response, checking over his shoulders and flinching at the faintest sound.

"Come in," Gabriela's voice called from behind the door.

Hugo opened the door and hurried into the room. He was immediately met with the pungent, floral aroma of marijuana, and he looked down to see Gabriela sitting on her bed, smoking a joint and inspecting her toenails. Erykah Badu played in the background, and Gabriela hummed along and bobbed her head to the music.

Gabriela was wearing a tight, little vest which accentuated her perfect, pert breasts, and she wore pyjama shorts that clung tightly to her smooth, olive thighs. She wore no makeup, and she was stunning.

"Dad-... Miss Márquez," Hugo stuttered, trying his best to sound formal and confident, "We need to talk."

Gabriela looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, then looked back down at her feet and continued to inspect her toenails.

"What is it, Hugo?" she asked, her soft voice a little sedate. She was definitely quite stoned.

Hugo considered trying to admonish her for smoking marijuana on college property, and in front of a member of staff, no less, but decided against pushing his luck.

"Miss Márquez, what has been happening... it can't... it can't continue. We can't keep... I made mistakes, and I'm sorry. Please... what will it take to... to end this?"

Hugo's voice shook as he spoke, and any attempt at confidence quickly broke down to obvious desperation.

Gabriela's eyes were closed and her head swayed gently to the music.

"Please, Miss Márquez... I said this all needs to stop," Hugo said a little more loudly and assertively.

Gabriela slowly opened her eyes and looked at him with a little smile, still swaying and bobbing her head to the music.

"Well, aren't we full of confidence today, eh Hugo?" she said, before bursting into a fit of giggles, "And tell me, Professor, why I would want to end our little arrangement, exactly?"

"It... we... it's wrong..." Hugo stammered.

Gabriela laughed harder, and took another draw from her joint.

"Oh really? Is it wrong, Hugo? Is it wrong that you perv on your students? Is it wrong that you are turned on so much by my feet that you blow your load in your fucking pants just by touching them, kissing them, smelling them?"

As she spoke, Gabriella sat back and stretched her legs out on the bed, so that her feet came towards Hugo. She started to gently rub her feet together and wriggle her toes.

"Y- yes, it is wrong... and I'm sorry," he muttered, trying and failing not to stare down at her feet.

"Oh Hugo, I had no idea you felt that way!" she mocked, smiling at him, "I would have never guessed, given how happy you always seemed under my feet! From all your grunting and groaning when you sniffed them, I could have sworn you loved it!"

Gabriela lifted one of her feet from bed and raised it in the air in front of her, her sole directly facing Hugo. She spread and wriggled her toes, as she went back to inspecting them.

"Hmmm I can't decide what colour to paint my nails, Hugo, so many options," she cooed softly, "What do you think? I'm really feeling purple these days, maybe a different shade?"

Hugo gazed at her smooth little sole as she held it in front of his face, and he felt his cock begin to stir. Desperately, he looked away from the foot; he can't let her win this way.

"Miss Márquez, please, this has to stop!" he said, his hands shaking.

"Okay, okay, jeez Professor! Who put a bee in your bonnet, eh?" she laughed, lowering her foot to the bed, "But what's in it for me, Hugo?"

"I... I..." Hugo began, "I can give..."

"Oh, this should be funny," Gabriela interrupted, "Actually, down on your knees Hugo. Begging should be done on your knees!"

"No, Miss..."

"Hugo! Down."

Hugo winced as Gabriela's sharpness cut through him, and he dropped to his knees at the end of her bed.

"Good boy," she giggled, her tone now giddy again, and she took another draw from her joint. "Now, you were telling me what's in it for me?"

Gabriela continued to rub her feet together and wriggle her toes, and Hugo was now so close to her soles that he could faintly smell the aroma of lotion and cheese.

"I can pay you!" he whimpered desperately, "I can give you money!"

Gabriela coughed on the smoke from her joint as she burst out laughing at him.

"My car! You can have my car!" he blurted, panicked and scrambling, "What do you want? I'll give it to you!"

Gabriela's coughing settled, but her laughter did not.

"Oh, Hugo, stupid little Hugo, that's so funny! I have money, dumbass, I have more money than you, and I'm 19 years old. And why in the fuck would I want that piece of shit car you drive? Honestly, Hugo, you are so stupid! My parents wouldn't let me park that shit-heap in the driveway!"

Hugo felt tears build behind his eyes.

"Please, what do you want? I'll do anything..." he groaned.

Gabriela sighed.

"What I want, Hugo is to paint my nails and relax. Is that too much to ask for, Hugo?"

As she spoke, Gabriela pouted her lips into a mock sad face.

"But I tell you what, Hugo. I'm not a monster, so if you help me with painting my nails, we can call it all Even-Stevens, and you won't have to worry about serving me anymore! You can go back to whatever little existence you had before, and I'll go back to ignoring you. Sound good?"

Hugo knew this was too good to be true, and that she must be up to something, but he was desperate.

"Well Hugo, what do you think? Can you do one last thing for me, and help me paint my nails? And then you'll never have to do anything for me ever again!"

"Y-... yes, Miss Márquez..."

"Good!" she cried, and she began to shuffle her perfect ass towards him on the bed. "Now, of course Hugo, you've told me that getting turned on by my feet is wrong, and that cumming in your pants for your teenage student is wrong, so there definitely won't be any of that going on, will there?"

She now sat at the edge of the bed in front of Hugo, and gathered her brush and polish for her toenails.

"Because if you can't even get through something like helping me paint my nails without blowing your silly little load, well, I would just have to take that as a sign that you don't think it's wrong at all, and that you actually love to serve me after all!"

Hugo looked up into Gabriela's pink, stoned eyes. She looked back at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Well, Professor? Do we have a deal?"

Hugo nodded, and reached over to pick up the polish and brush. Before his hand could reach them, Gabriela had picked them up herself.

Suddenly, she lifted one of her feet and planted her gorgeous little sole onto Hugo's face. Hugo froze, as the cheesy odour of her foot worked its way into his nostrils.

"Oh no, Hugo, I wouldn't trust you to actually paint my nails for me. Are you kidding?" she laughed, "I just need somewhere to rest them while I do it! So, hold still, because if you make me make any mistakes, I will be very annoyed."

Hugo groaned under her sole, breathing deeply. As she took the brush and began to work on the first nail, Hugo's cock hardened fully.

"Oh dear, Hugo, now that looks like you're enjoying having your student's foot in your face! Tut, tut, Hugo, I thought you said that was wrong?" Gabriela laughed, as she delicately painted the nail, "I'm beginning to wonder if you meant it! We'll see if you can keep from cumming yourself; that will really be the decider, won't it!"

Hugo's eyes were glazed over and his mind was engulfed in odour of her foot. The soft skin of her supple sole was heaven on his face, and he felt his cock start to throb.

Oh, Fuck. Hugo felt his orgasm start to build already.

He clenched down on every muscle in his groin, desperate to hold back his orgasm. He was so close to freedom, and he had to hold on. He couldn't let his pathetic cock betray him. He could not let her win.

Hugo's body tensed and trembled as he fought to hold back his climax.

"Struggling, are we?" Gabriela teased, inspecting and admiring the paint on her first toe. She then removed her foot from his face and presented the toe to Hugo. "Blow."

Hugo's cock relaxed slightly as she took away her foot, and the oncoming orgasm temporarily subsided. He blew softly on her toenail until she was satisfied. Then, without a word, she put her sole back onto his face and began to paint the next nail, and his struggle began again.

It wasn't supposed to go this way.

Hugo's torment continued this way for what felt like hours. As Gabriela rested her foot on his face and painted her nails, he was constantly at the edge of orgasm and had to fight with everything had not to give in. He tried to think of disgusting things, but his mind was filled with the smell of her foot and the feeling of her skin on his face.

Many times, it almost became too much to resist and he would nearly cum. He would tense with everything he had, so much so that his body would shake. Gabriela would scold him and tell him to hold still, but it would only be when she removed her foot from his face to have him blow on her toes that he would get any reprieve.

Sometimes, his glorious torture would be prolonged, when Gabriela would lay back on her bed, smoke her joint, and relax to the smooth music, humming and singing along. She would leave her foot resting on Hugo's face, and he would be left trembling and shaking as he struggled to stem his orgasm. When she would return to painting her toes, he would steady himself; he didn't dare cause a mistake.

Finally, Gabriela had finished painting the nails of her first foot, and she presented them to Hugo to blow on.

"Wow, Hugo, I didn't expect you to last this long! But jeez it looks like it's been tough, eh?"

Gabriela giggled as she looked down at his crotch. Hugo's erection raged in his pants, and at the tip she could see a little patch of pre-cum.

"That must be uncomfortable Hugo, having that little hard-on stuck in those pants. I can see it trapped in there!" Gabriela said with mock concern. "I'm worried about it, Hugo, being trapped in there can't be good when it's so hard!"

Hugo's cock throbbed and strained against his slacks.

"And what if, God forbid, you do have a little accident? You've done well so far, but I dunno, it looks like it's been tough! And if you have a little accident, and you make a mess in your pants, people would see it when you leave, Hugo! How would you explain that? Oh, that would be a disaster, if other students saw you in the dorms with a sticky, cummy mess in your pants!"

Hugo hadn't even thought about that danger.

"Why don't you take it out, give it some air, Hugo?"

Hugo panicked. Oh, please, please don't make me....

"Take your dick out, Hugo. I want to see it," Gabriela said sternly, "Don't worry, I'm not going to touch it! I just want to see it."

"Please... please no..."

"Hugo, do what I fucking tell you. Take your cock out and show it to me."

Gabriela glared at him, and Hugo reached down and opened his belt, and then opened and unzipped his slacks.

"Good boy," Gabriela purred, her eyes widening.

Hugo shuffled his trousers down his thighs, and then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He paused - he couldn't do this. He had allowed this bratty teenage student to break him, but exposing himself to her was a step too far. He couldn't...

"Huuuugoooo, I'm waaaaitinggg," Gabriela sang, now leaning forward to get a better look at his crotch. Pre-cum soaked his boxers, and his cock tented forwards. "Don't make me impatient, Hugo."

Hugo could not deny her, if he wanted his freedom. He pulled down his boxers, and his erection sprang forth.

"Oh wowwww, wickle Hugo! It's so cute! Oh, just look at it! How can such a wickle penis make such big messes in your pants?"

Gabriela rolled her head back with laughter, as Hugo's throbbing cock bobbed in the air.

Without warning, she brought her other foot onto Hugo's face, and he moaned as pre-cum dripped from his cock.

"Better be careful, Hugo. If you make a mess in my room, you're cleaning it up," Gabriela said as she began to paint her big toe.

As torturous as it had been to hold back from cumming while Gabriela had painted the toes of her first foot, the second was even more difficult. Hugo's erection stood in the open air, and Gabriela would occasionally bring her other foot down near it to tease him. She would never touch his cock with her foot, but rather she would graze her toes or sole up along his thighs, moving tantalisingly close to his groin before moving her foot away. Hugo's eyes would roll back in his head and he would moan in pleasurable agony.

By the time Gabriela had gotten to her last pinkie toe, Hugo was a quivering wreck. His thighs burned as he tensed them with all of his might, and a thin stream of pre-cum dangled hazardously from his cock.

"Wow, Hugo, we're nearly finished! Only one more toe to go! And look at you, holding it together and not cumming like a complete loser for once. I'm impressed."

Hugo' eyes watered as he hung on, so close to freedom....

"I must say, I will miss having you work so hard for me, Hugo. You were so good at doing my assignments for me. And I think you'll miss me too, Hugo! Oh, I know you pretend that you won't, but you'll miss serving me and my little, perfect feet, won't you?"

Hugo dug his fingers hard into his thighs. He was so close....

"I know you'll miss these little feet, and how they feel on your face, Hugo. You've never felt anything so good, have you, little puppy?"

Hugo groaned, desperate for Gabriela to paint her last toenail and be done.

"And I know you'll miss how good these feet smell, little puppy. It's your favourite smell in the world! Isn't it, puppy?"

Hugo instinctively breathed in and took a long, slow sniff from Gabriela's sole.

"Yes, puppy, they're so stinky, aren't they? You love how stinky my little feet are, don't you, puppy?"

Hugo's cock began to twitch, and a fresh dribble of pre-cum escaped his cock.

Please, fucking please, I'm so close...

"Oh puppy, you do love my stinky feet! Go on, take another deep sniff, just for old times' sake. I know you'll miss how good they smell, so enjoy them now, good little puppy."

Hugo knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but sniff ravenously at her foot. It smelled so perfect.

Hugo felt his orgasm building and building, and he clenched his teeth and bore down on every muscle in his body. He stopped sniffing, and tears streamed down his cheeks as he battled to hold back the building climax.

Gabriela laughed at the pathetic, trembling mess of a man in front of her.

"Oh, puppy, what's wrong? Is wickle puppy going to have an accident? Is wickle puppy going to make a wickle cummy mess? Or will puppy be able to hold out until Daddy has finished painting her nails? I guess we'll see!"

Gabriela leaned forward and brought the brush to her last nail.

He was going to make it! Hugo felt himself finally stop the orgasm in its tracks, and excitement rose in him as she brought the brush to her nail. Just a few more seconds, and his torment would be over! He could do it, just a few more moments...

"Now that our little arrangement is coming to an end, puppy, I'm going to admit something to you, but you can't tell anyone, promise? Okay, honestly, I love the smell of my stinky feet too! Really! Sometimes, when it's been hot or I've been wearing my big, sweaty boots, I will just sit and sniff at my feet! Disgusting, I know."

Hugo began to whimper. Please, please just finish painting your fucking nails...

"There's just something intoxicating about them, puppy, but then I know I don't have to tell you that! But I've always wondered something, puppy. They smell so lovely, but I wonder what they taste like. What do you think, puppy?"

Oh no, please no...

"Oh, I haven't ever let you really taste my feet, have I? Oh, how cruel of me! Why don't you tell me how my feet taste, puppy? I'm so curious, and I bet you are too. Go on, little puppy, just one lick of Daddy's little sole and tell me how it tastes."

Hugo pursed his lips together. He knew that if he tasted Gabriela's sole, he would be ruined.

"Puppy, just one lick, and I'll paint this toenail and you will be free to go. Go on, I just want to know what my stinky little foot tastes like," she purred. "Open your mouth."

Hugo allowed his lips to part slightly, and he felt the returning surge of his orgasm start to break through his defences.

"Good puppy. Now, present your tongue to me. Stick it all the way out, good boy."

Hugo slowly stuck out his tongue.

"Good puppy."

Gabriela lifted her foot from Hugo's face, and then brought her smooth, round heel to his waiting mouth. She placed it on his tongue, and then slowly began to drag her sole down his tongue.

As Hugo's mouth filled with the taste of Gabriela's tangy foot sweat and lotion, and he felt her perfect, smooth sole on his tongue, he let out a low grunt, and his hips started to buck. His cock hardened more than he ever thought possible, and waves of pleasure coursed from his groin to throughout his body.

"Yes, good boy, little puppy. Lap at Daddy's little stinky sole, like a good little puppy!... Oh no! Little puppy, what's happening? Why are you shaking like that? Is something wrong? Oh no, are you gunna make a little mess? Oh dear!"

As Hugo's tongue continued it path up Gabriela's sole, his whole body shuddered violently, and he moaned as he came onto the floor. Torrents of cum gushed from his cock, and he whined as he was finally permitted a release after so many weeks.

"Oh, my silly little puppy, look what you've done! Oh, you were so, so close! But obviously you just want to be my good little puppy and serve me forever, don't you? Yayyy, my little puppy belongs to me!"

As she gloated, Gabriela began to wipe her sole, coated with Hugo's saliva, all around his face. Hugo continued to tremble and shake, and with each contraction of his groin, a new rope of cum poured from his cock. He moaned like a zombie, as his balls emptied.

Hugo's orgasm lasted an age, and when it was finished, he remained kneeling, panting heavily. His mind was empty.

Gabriela re-lit the last of her joint and took a long drag. She exhaled, and began to sing along to the smooth music from her speakers.

Hugo knelt, and his ears filled with her beautiful, soulful voice. His thoughts returned to him. Oh, God... Oh, my God... what have I fucking done?

"Awww, for fuck's sake, Hugo! Look what you've fucking done!"

Gabriela pushed harshly against Hugo's face, sending him backwards onto his ass. Still in a daze, he looked up to see her sitting at the end of the bed, looking down at the floor. Hugo looked down and saw that on the floor, just in front of where he had been kneeling, a pair of Gabriela's sandals lay, covered in his cum.

"Oh, Hugo, you stupid little-dick loser, You made a complete mess all over my favourite sandals," Gabriela sighed, "Look at them, you completely covered them! I said look!"

Gabriela leaned forward and grabbed the collar of Hugo's shirt, and dragged him towards her sandals.

"Oh, Hugo, you know what you do with a puppy that makes a mess on the floor, don't you?" Gabriela teased, before letting out a giggle.

With that, she lifted her foot and placed it on the back of Hugo's head. She pressed her foot down, pushing his face into the cum-covered sandals.

Gabriela laughed as Hugo whined in disgust.

"Give me your credit card, Professor."

Hugo tried to look up at Gabriela, but her foot stayed firmly on the back of his head, and his face remained pressed into the cummy sandal.

"You obviously have to buy me new sandals, Hugo! You just ruined a perfectly good pair; it's only fair that you replace them, right? So, give me your credit card."

Hugo blindly searched the pockets of his slacks, which were still pulled down around his knees, and after a struggle he pulled out his wallet. Gabriela leaned forward and snatched the wallet out of his hands.

"What's your pin?" she asked sternly. She eased the pressure on his head just enough to allow him to turn his face and answer her. Gabriela then used her foot to roll his face back down into the cum-covered sandal.

"Good boy, now, remember what I said would happen if you make a mess? I said you would have to clean it up! So, Professor, clean it up."

Hugo had nothing left to resist with. He was broken. He was pathetic. He lay prone on the ground, his slacks and underwear around his knees, his naked and softening cock still dribbling cum.

Hugo opened his mouth, and once again stuck out his tongue. He traced his tongue across one of the sandals. He gagged and retched as his tongue scooped his salty cum into his mouth, and his eyes watered as he swallowed it. He did not notice Gabriela taking her phone and filming him, as he sucked and licked all of the cum he found on her sandals.

"Good, Hugo, I want them spotless," Gabriela said as she put away her phone and opened her laptop. She began to browse for new shoes, and maybe some other clothes, with Hugo's credit card.

It wasn't supposed to go this way.