1. (How I became a slave ...)

She promised me that she would let me write off the control version, only, as she said, she needed me to help her with something, however, for which I needed her, I wasn’t informed, but I was asked to stop by class, where she promised to give me a treasured notebook, after the very help. I did as she said, left with everyone, left the school with everyone, said goodbye to classmates, made a circle around the building, and then returned. Returning to the class again, I didn’t think anything special, I knew that Katya, who was an excellent student with a notebook, was on duty there today, and therefore I thought that the above-mentioned help would be a joint cleaning of the room. However, when I crossed the threshold of the class, the floor was already clean, the tools stood in the corner, and Katka sat on the desk, with a bored expression on her face, and chatted with spread legs, whose fingers slightly moved under the dark-colored stockings.

“Hello,” I told her, pacifying at the door, while her face lost boredom and acquired a sly expression.

“I came,” she said contentedly, and rubbed one foot against the other, than briefly attracted my attention to her legs, but soon lost it again, and not because her legs were ugly, no! they were flawless, but because it was inconvenient for so long to focus their attention on such an intimate detail.

“Yes,” I confirmed, not suspecting anything. - Will you?

- Will give the wife, - she said vulgarly, smiling strangely.

“Notebook,” I corrected. - Do not give?

“Dame,” she reassured. - Just because I do not give ...

“I don’t have any money,” I said tensely, looking again at her flexible feet, which were slowly rubbing against each other.

- Who was talking about money? - she was surprised. - What you need, you have ...

- What is this? - I did not understand.

She grinned, looked for some reason to the side, then looked straight and boldly into my face and said:

- Close the door!

- What for? - I had a hunch.

- Close the! - with pressure squeezed Katka. - Do you need a notebook or not?

“Needed,” I sighed, closing the door to the cold key. When I turned back to her, I saw that her legs slightly dispersed, exposing the hidden, it is known where the dense vegetation is dark-black. I didn’t say anything, because I was slightly taken aback, fascinated by looking at the black thicket behind which was hidden that which had troubled my youthful dreams and thoughts more than once. I understood what kind of help she needed, or rather I thought I understood, but she immediately broke my assumptions:

“Kiss my heel,” she asked, smiling insidiously and with such a facial expression, as if asking me for some little things, well, for example, handing her an eraser.

- I ... - I was not found a sensible answer.

“Notebook,” Katka recalled, lifting her left leg and showing off her round little heel. - She is here ... in a bag ... and you can take her ...

I stood staring at this little pink piece of meat, the kiss of which gave me a chance not to get a deuce in algebra for this damn school year.

- Just a kiss! - suddenly she got angry. - You think I'll persuade you here? You do not want not! Get your “pair” and stay for the second year. Well?! - she angrily grinned, but then softened. - Well, Bear! You think I'll tell someone? Do not be afraid ... Everything will remain between us! Believe me, - she raised the leg higher, so that it was at the level of my chest, and her tiny fingers looked into my face. I took a deep breath and, slightly bending down, opening my mouth, reached for her foot, but it was not there that, as I moved towards this part of her body, she led her lower and lower, forcing my lips to go down until I had to kneel down and not see her completely lowered foot near my face.

- Well! - Katya hurried me.

I sighed, lifted my face up, looked at her, laughing at me, noticed her slightly scratched knee, then returned my gaze to her foot, which was hanging a centimeter from my mouth, emitting a faint smell of sweat, and asked:

“Just don't tell anyone,” and, closing his eyes, pressed his lips to her heel hidden in pantyhose, after a second I pulled away from the thin fabric and soft skin to try to get up and demand what I had promised, but she suddenly caught my head with the second leg and , putting his foot on my top, forced me back.

“Not enough,” I heard angry. I didn’t have time to reopen my mouth, when five fingers forcibly opened my lips and pushed her foot all the way to my larynx, where she stayed for about five seconds, after which I recoiled back as I stopped having enough oxygen, coughed and gasped. - Suck! - Katka demanded again.

“I think that's enough ...” I squeaked, as she snapped hard:

- And, in my opinion, no! Enough will be when I say! And if you once again stop without my words, I will leave, and you will remain without a notebook. Got it ?!

I nodded miserably, then reached for her leg, which hurried to help me and stuck into my mouth, forcing my lips to widen significantly, causing my ache in the corners of my mouth. Despite the humiliation, I suddenly realized that I liked it. Only one heel sticking out of my mouth, when the rest of the foot and the living fingers that were swarming near my throat, strenuously sought to move on. Soon I could not stand it, because I almost choked, I cleared my throat, leaned back and, lying on my back, desperately began to spit. Katka jumped off the desk, I clearly heard the sound of my bare foot on the wooden floor, she came up to me, except for the ceiling, I suddenly saw her, laughing, looking at me with ominous interest.

- How? She asked. - Yummy? - I did not have time to answer, as the inside of her foot tightly closed my lips and pressed firmly on my mouth, so that soon I could not breathe again, just trying to break free, which I could not do until she removed her leg . I wiped my lips, trying to wipe off the sour taste of her feet, rising, I saw how she lifted her skirt, showing me her black lump, through which thickened something pink looked through.

- Like? - Katka asked, seeing as I was about to leave, stopped again, looking into these thickets.

- Yes! - I suddenly shouted out and stretched out my hand, wanting to touch it, but she moved aside, lowered her skirt and went deep into the classroom.

- Go here! - She called from there, and I obediently went.

Katka sat on an ordinary rude student's chair, however, she sat in a way that the students could not sit with her legs wide apart, her fingers uplifting the thicket where the pink slobbering face of that animal, whose greed and gluttony suddenly looked, I could only see through the video board.

- On knees! - she shouted, and when I did not obey, suddenly she jerked forward, caught me by the hair and, through pain, dropped me on my knees, and her weighty ass back on the chair, led her hand holding me by the heap on the crown, into my crotch , so abruptly and quickly that I did not notice how, but it turned out to be a nose, eyes and mouth in her rich head of hair in that place about which I had heard so much. I was surrounded by the faint smell of urine, which, due to its non-manifestation, suddenly aroused me, gave rise to a desire to feel it more strongly, and therefore I, without resisting, moved my nose, trying to dig deeper into the vegetation that gripped my face