Erotica Anthology #6

#26 Blue A foot fetish man crushing on his blue-skinned instructor (footjob, foot fetish). After the new generation of the X team has been reformed, Mackeziel has been dedicating her time into drilling them lessons, giving her best to make sure her pupils are ready to fight against those who come into their way and wish to harm them or the students of X's School of Gifted Youngsters. It is satisfactory seeing her students perform so well in their training, but it is almost as frustrating as it is easy when it comes to excuses. Maxim Lenard has talent. He excels in any strength or endurance test that is thrown in his way, but he is always hesitant when it comes down to using his own power. Albeit, it is not a power that is to be tempered with without adequate skills to fend it off, but Mackeziel is confident that she can help the young mutant to achieve his best potential. Maxim has no interest in using his powers while fighting. He is often found skipping combat simulations while his teammates have went through several dozens of them already. This is not an acceptable performance. Mackeziel is concerned about the boy. If this goes on, he will be left behind by his peers, who are progressing further and further by the week. He has some admiring traits with him, too. He has no problems risking his own life and safety to help others, and he will be the first in line to do it. But when it comes down to him being helped with others, he always refuse. Not because of arrogance, but because he wants to push himself back on his feet by himself. Hardworking and selfless. She can’t help but wonder why the boy refuses to fight with his power. Perhaps he is highly concerned about what will happen to his friends if he ever lose control and use it against them. Mackeziel keeps pondering on the thought, until she eventually comes up with an idea. She can fight him herself in the training room without the others around. This change will give him the opportunity to develop his power. That sounds logical. How is she going to persuade him to change his mind, though? The boy can be hard-headed if he wants to be, despite his slightly shy personality. She and some of the other teachers have tried to get the boy to use this power during training, without any prominent result. So she thinks of a way to get him to be interested. Perhaps she can promise to reward him with something — if he is able to defeat her, that is. She is quite the fighter even amongst the teachers after all, and she definitely can beat the boy with no real struggles, considering the real life experiences she has accumulated throughout the years of being directly trained under Erik and going to lone missions for years, resulted with success in the majority of the time. Yes, that is the perfect plan, Mackeziel thinks. And so she begins. — “Mr. Lemartes, can I talk to you for a bit?” Mackeziel asks. The boy complies and she leads him out from the danger room. Maxim has a strong build, his muscles bulging through the skin tight uniform whenever he moves. The boy is tall too, his height reaching over 6 foot. At tender age of 19, he looks way older than his actual age. She always think of him as a boy though, instead of seeing him as the young man he is becoming, since she is almost a decade older than him. He is also a redheaded. Not red like the shade of her hair color when she is in her natural form, but more mundane-like. “Yes, Mackeziel?” he jogs to her side when he hears his name being called. “Btw, you can call me Max.” “Alright Max, here’s the thing. You have not been using your power, and it’s not just me who has noticed. It’s time for you to polish your skills, and you won’t be going anywhere if you’re not improving.” “But my test results—” he starts off, but she beats him into it. “They are excellent, yes. But if you’re not going to use your power, you might as well not be a mutant.” That is a low blow. Mackeziel watches him flinches when she says those words. She does not take satisfaction in insulting him, but he needs to be pushed in order for him to leap to the next stage. “I know, but my power is dangerous. I don’t want to hurt people,” he admits bitterly. “That’s why there are more reasons to hone your skill. The more you use it, the more you’ll grow to be used to it. I promise you, in no time you will be able to use it confidently.” She gives him a look. Max looks down and their eyes lock. For an instant, she feels like she is seeing something in those deep brown eyes. Then he speaks again. “It is not that I don’t want to practise it, but I don’t feel comfortable using it to my friends. What if I accidentally hurt them, you know?” “I understand, which is why I am offering to train you. Alone. We can use a different training room, just you and me.” “Are you really up for it?” He arches an eyebrow at her, one part concerned, another part overconfident. “Boy, I wouldn’t be asking if I’m not sure.” She pats him on the shoulder. “So, this is like a private session? What happens if I decide to back out in the mid of it?” Mackeziel nods, missing the slight innuendo he hints in this tone. “It’s up to you if you want to back out; I can’t stop you. But you’ll be missing out a good opportunity here. Plus, I was thinking of giving you a favor. You can ask for anything in return,” she throws it off. His face lids up at this point. “Really? Anything?” he asks, unable to contain the overjoy in his tone. “Yup, anything,” Mackeziel replies, not able to detect the perverted thoughts that is now swimming in the boy’s mind. “That is, if you can defeat me in a match, of course.” “You’re on,” he exclaims self-assuredly. They start their training right off. Mackeziel shows him to another training room. It is much smaller than the one they usually use, but the size is enough for a one-on-one close encounter match. The room is empty of any furniture that might hinder them on a fight, which is just the right space they need. It is twice larger than a single bedroom, which is what Maxim is more used to. The two get into position right away, standing at opposite sides in the center of the room. “Ready when you are,” Mackeziel tells him. Max makes the first move. He launches himself at her, throwing all kinds of kicks and punches. Mackeziel dodges him without breaking a sweat, moving around him and making counter-attacks like a second nature. This is not enough, though. She needs him to use his power if they are going to produce any result. So she starts raining him down with attacks, the last one more lethal than the next. “Come up, Darkholme. A grandma throws more punches than you,” he decides to throw in his usual punchline. However, despite how hard she hits him, he always return to his feet. As expected of a student like him. His level of endurances is one of the highest among his peers. Max shows that he is able to keep up with her. At this moment, the two are in a balance standpoint. She knows that he can do better than this, though. And if he is not going to use his power, she will need to push him to the edge. With a quick maneuver, she climbs on top of him and wraps her legs around his neck, choking him in an instant. Max usually can hold on to pressure. Even with Mackeziel hanging by on his shoulder, but cutting his airways makes it harder for him to maintain the position. He eventually drops down to his knees, bringing her down with him. His knees are digging onto the hard floor. Despite the extra weight and the choking, he still persistently try to maintain his position. The boy is stubborn that way. “Com’ on, boy. Use your power,” she says through gritted teeth, putting her strength to the muscles of her tights. “N-no...” He chokes on his answer, still persistently maintaining his stance. He uses both of his hands to stop Mackeziel from crushing his neck, but his body is trembling on the edge. “I am not… ready yet.” Mackeziel thinks he is just giving excuses, so she presses on. “You can beat be at this rate. Use it!” Maxim is silent for a while, inside contemplating his options. He hates to admit that what she is still him is true, but he does not want to harm her. His power, the poison mind, can affect the brains of others. Just like the name, it has a toxic nature that is unleashed, can create a strong sense of despair and fear. It is primal and its understanding is beyond comprehension. He does not wish to put her through such torment. But Mackeziel is not decreasing the strength she puts on her tights. While he might be one of the strongest students in the X-team among his teammates, his strength is nothing compared to the female mutant. She is lethal as she is attractive. It surprised him when she suddenly wrapped her legs around him. Her crotch is so close to him mouth, he can almost taste it. And if she tumbles down further south, she can feel the hardness of his c**k. The strain in his pants is almost as painful as her choking him. It is an inappropriate reaction, he knows, but control is out of his hands right now. He can die a happy man in this position. No regrets. But as much as he likes to enjoy this moment, the pressure she is putting him through is just too much. It is getting harder and harder to breath, and his vision is slowly starting to be covered with black dots. His head starts to get dizzy, his world spinning around him uncontrollably. He can feel himself losing consciousness by the seconds as he begins to tumble forward. Just when he is in the brink of collapsing, a scream tears out from the room. The pressure on his neck is gone. Mackeziel collapses on the floor as she is overcome with a sudden invincible pain. Max drops on all floors, his brain still dizzy from the choking. Mackeziel has never pain like this before. Charles is always careful of his power, so he never even used his telepathy in a way that can harm the other person. Max’s power works in a different way. It can only cause harm and pain to others, she knows that much. She already prepared herself for this, but she did not expect this amount of agony when she finally gets to experience it herself. The taste of agony consumes her from the tips of her toes to the strains of her hair. Her body aches everywhere. She moves her limbs instinctively in attempt to get rid of it, to no avail, and ends up spasming on the ground non-stop. Finally realizing what he has done, Maxim quickly puts a stop to his power. Mackeziel stops moving, free from all pain and all feeling altogether, and falls into an unconscious state. The look of horror reflects on his eyes as he takes in the scene before him. No, this can’t be…. He sucks on his breath. No. No way. He killed her. “No… no! Help! Help! Somebody help!” — When Mackeziel wakes up, she finds herself back to her room and neatly tucked on her bed. She looks around to find the boy, Maxim, sitting on one of her chair. His head is facing down, supported by the hands that are resting against his knees. She can not see his face, and she wonders if he is asleep. “Max?” she tries, her voice dry. His body comes to a jolt. He looks up to her, his eyes look dead tired and worn. There are dark circles under his eyes. “Mackeziel! You’re finally awake! Oh, thank God! I’ll get Professor X right away.” “Wait...” She tries to stop him, but he already stands up from his seat and bolts out of the room. Moments later, Charles comes in, his wheelchair sliding pass her door. He looks relieved and content once his eyes set upon her. “Evening, Mackeziel. Feeling better?” “Yes, but — what happened?” She asks, feeling slightly disorientated when she tries to sit up. “Don’t push yourself. Get some rest,” he prompts her as he reaches to her side. “I must admit, you caused us quite the scare, especially the boy. He came to us, carrying you in his arms. You should see the look on his face. He thought he killed you.” “So he finally used his power, huh?” comes her reply. “Yes, but with a price,” he says perturbedly. “I’m okay,” she tells him. “It’s great that you are training the boy to be better, but don’t overwork yourself. Take the rest of the day off.” “I can’t. I have classes to teach.” “Hank and the others are taking care of it. You need to rest; doctor’s order.” “You’re not a doctor,” she retorts back lamely. “I’m not, but Hank is. Or at least, he has the degrees that qualifies him as much.” Mackeziel mutters something in her mind, to which he says, “Close enough.” “By the way,” Charles stops just before he exits, “you should talk to the boy later. He was worrying about you so much, he stayed in here the entire night.” Mackeziel takes a few hours for sleep after that, before she comes down. She tries to find Max, even go as far as asking his friends. But none of the students or teachers have seen him. Dinner time arrives, and the entire school gathers in the kitchen and dining area. Still no sign of him, though. Finally, during the night, she decides to visit Max in his room. “Hi, Max. Are you in there?” She knocks in his door gently. Where no answer comes from the other side, she decides to come in by herself. Mackeziel turns the knob, only to find the boy sitting on his own bed, still looking dejected. She knows that look. He looks up to glance at her for a second before glancing away. Mackeziel steps in and takes a seat next to him. “It’s not your fault, you know,” she starts off. “I was just trying to get you to let loose, but I guess I was just not ready enough. I’m sorry you have to go through that.” “No, I am sorry,” he corrects her. “I should have known better that to lose control like that. And as I result, I hurt you.” Tears start to leak down his face. “You know, I used to be bullied when I was a child. It is because of my powers… that when I lose control… They feared me, but they also hate me, so they like to hurt me in return, before I hurt them again. It just keeps on going in an endless circle. No one gave s**t, so the abuse kept going on.” “Hey, don’t be like that. I’m sorry that it happened to you.” She turns to him. “But this is just part of the process of learning.” She places her hands on his shoulder and makes him turn to her. “I promise you, I’ll help you to make yourself better, so that stuff like this won’t happen again.” “Promise?” he asks hoarsely, eyes glassy from tears. He looks lost, almost like a child. “Promise. I won’t give you on you, Max. You have a great potential to unlock.” “I’m sorry again for what happened.” “Alright, enough of that. Now, I remember that I have a reward to fulfil. So what do you want me to do?” “I don’t think that will be fair.” “What’s not fair about it? I lose conscious in the match. That means I lost. You won fair and square. I know because if you didn’t, I would have noticed.” “That’s not what I meant, but —” “Just out with it. I will see to it that I fulfill your request as best as I can.” His cheeks flush in red. “I’m not so sure,” he mumbles with a shaky breath, this time from being embarrassed. “It’s okay. You can tell me,” she eggs him on. The blush on his face grows a few shades darker, until even his ears turn red. “I- I was wondering…” He looks into his eyes, and that is all it takes for him to freak out. “No, I can’t do this!” He raises from the bed and retreats. “What? What is it, Max? Tell me.” Mackeziel sounds sincere, which makes it even harder for him to say the words. But if he doesn’t do it, he will never get an opportunity like this again. “Well, I was wondering if you can… sort of… ugh, well… dominate me…?” Mackeziel blinks twice. “I’m sorry, can you say that again?” “Can you dominate me, please!” She has a look of confused on her face. “Do you mean…” she trails off. “Sexually, yes.” He can just imagine how red his face is right now. Probably as red as her hair. Confused but intrigued, she invites him to sit on the bed and helps her explain the foreign concept to her. “Alright, big boy. Sit next to me and explain to me about it.” She pats the spot next to her. The boy complies but shily. She has never done this before, but she must admit that the idea seems interesting. Before he can open his mouth, she wraps her legs around his neck, just like the last time, trapping him between her thighs. Max is caught with surprise, however this time he can not help but express just how much he is enjoying the feel of her crotch on his face. He can smell her scent, and he squirms in lust as he feels himself getting hard. Feeling playful, Mackeziel decides to tease him. “Do you enjoy being under my control, big boy? Or do you like it with just anyone else?” Although the words leave out of her lips voluntarily, she can not help but feeling a tinge of jealousy with the idea of him being with someone else. Max pulls himself away from the heaven of her heat, gasping for oxygen, before answering truthfully. “You are one of a kind, Mackeziel. How can I ever need someone else?” The boy is a sweet talker, she thinks in amusement. Although she doubts that he is doing it on purpose, judging by how shy he is the entire time. But he has some guts to admit to this kind of fetish, to her nonetheless. But she likes what she hears, and she is feeling generous enough to reward the boy. Pushing him down, she makes his back rest against the surface of the bed and places himself on his face, facesitting him. This act causes him to groan with pleasure, the vibration traveling to her p***y. She shivers with delight. She can feel the roughness of his beard against her p***y lips through the fabric, and she wonders how nice it will feel without her clothes on the way. She starts moving around, grazing herself up and down against his face. He groans and moans throughout the entire time, his mind clouded with lust. He can not believe that this is really happening. Mackeziel, the woman he adored and looked up to, pushing her crotch against his face. He is so overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions, he can barely breathe — not that it is easy to breath for him right now, but they have a good kind of reason. “Um… Mackeziel,” he speaks after a while, and she stops to hear what he has to say. “I was wondering if… you would be inclined to use foot play?” He knows just how demented and shameless he sounds, but he can’t help it. With a notable grin, she climbs off from him. For a second there, he thinks she is backing away from the whole thing, but she surprises him by rubbing her naked foot against his chest. “I’d be more than happy to oblige,” she says huskily. That is all it takes before he grabs hold of her foot with both hands and gently, but hungrily, rubs and worship the soles of her foot with his lips. He kisses and sucks on the skin there. He gives each of her toes a good lick, before gently lowering his hot mouth into her toe, enveloping it. His skin tastes salty in his mouth, but her scent smells sweet in the air. He laps his tongue across the sole of her foot, taking a huge gulp of taste. He does that repeatedly, before moving on to each of her toes, starting from the pickt toe and moving on to the larger ones. Her toes are slender and in decent length. He has always imagined doing this to her while she is in her blue form. He can’t believe that this is finally happening. Mackeziel is not able to understand his fascination with it, but to be able to make him devours her foot like this… she must have taste something to him. While he is busy with one foot, Mackeziel puts a good use to the other, using it to rub his hardened c**k. He moans into her foot as he keeps sucking and licking. He is pushed to the point of bliss that he keeps his eyes closed most of the time, savouring the sensation to the fullest. “Don’t stop,” he whispers. At his encouragement, she starts undoing his pants with one foot only. The movement she makes is so natural and skillful, his c**k practically jolts with excitement. Once she finally manages to rustle the zipper down, his c**k springs free, showing that he was not wearing any underwear underneath. “Sorry, I was in a hurry,” he explains shily. “Don’t be,” she smiles wickedly, before she starts to massage his c**k with both of her feet. He nettles his proudly erected c**k in between the sides of her feet, moving them up and down in an uneven rhythm. Max groans as the sight of her doing things to him. He was already hard before, but this just tops it all up. Mackeziel then moves one foot to circle around his head, while the other is busy teasing his length. This seems to excite him even more, earning rewards of groans and cursing. Max is struggling hard to control himself, but they both know that he is close to cumming. After that she tries a different pattern, massaging her feet against each side of his length up and down in sync repeatedly. His pre-c*m starts to leak out, and she uses it to lubricate her movement. At some point, she also tries some experimental move by stepping against his c**k. It is more like pushing the sole of her feet against his erection, which turns out to be hard enough that it pushes back. She then climbs on top of him, trapping his p***s in between her inner thighs. It is getting hotter and hotter, and Mackeziel is merciless with her teasing. She starts moving her thighs against his erection, causing more beads of pre-c*m to flow out from the head of his c**k. “You like this?” she asks in sultry tone. “Y-yeash!” comes his choked answer. “Do you want more?” “Yes! I want more!” Mackeziel adds more pressure to the twitching c**k in between her upper thighs. His pre-c*m is leaking so much at this point that her tights are practically wet with it. If this is how much he can come just before, Mackeziel can’t wait to watch how much he can shoot when he finally cums. Curious about him, she uses one finger to rub circles against the tender head of his c**k. It feels smooth yet firm against her touch, and Max lets out a string of curses. Turns out she has just hit his breaking point, and his control slips. Max cums, his semen shooting out in heavy jets of hot liquid. He manages to spray most of his semen to Mackeziel, causing some of land on her face, breasts, stomach and tights. Her clothes are stained thoroughly. She can’t believe how much he just came. Mackeziel takes one look down herself, before saying, “These are in the way.” She proceeds to remove her clothes, before helping him remove his too. It feels like unwrapping a present when she peels him off his clothes layer by layer. His body is as tone as she expects him to be. She places one hand over his chest, before deciding on a wimp to give his right n****e one teasing lick. “Oh s**t,” he curses. Mackeziel twists her body around and climbs on top of his lied down body, placing one knee in between his spread legs, while the other rest at the outer side of his stomach. She begins lowering her heat into his waiting c**k, which is still hard from the last treatment she gave him. Her inside feels so smooth and warm, enveloping his strained c**k. She pushes him into her inch by inch in slow, agonizing rate. He can feel every inch of her inner wall’s texture, memorizing it in his mind. She pushes him through all the way to the hilt, until the head of his c**k makes contact with her Gräfenberg spot. This time, it is her turn to moan with pleasure. She starts moving her hips up and down repeatedly, holding the control all the time. He loves the sound of her moans. It makes him harder every time, and his c**k twitches again when she makes him hit that particular sweet spot insider her. Mackeziel starts picking up the pace midway, pumping him with her tight passage. His c**k compulses and twitches when he is almost close to cumming, so she stops just when he is about to, turning her body around to face him with him still buried inside her. Facing him this time, she using the opportunity to study his face. The expression on his face as he struggles hard to control himself… it’s a befitting look. She continues pumping him, occasionally using her big breasts to smother him on the face. She likes the warm of his breath against her skin. They start picking up the pace again until he finally cums, his semen shooting up into her womb. It is not until a few more rounds again that they exhaust themselves to slumber. — In the following morning, Maxim wakes up to find Mackeziel rubbing her feet on his face. The family sweet scent causes him to get hard instantly. He is about to place a gentle kiss to one of her feet, before she retrieves him hastily. “You better not miss any more training from now on,” she tells him in a warning tone. “I would never dare to,” he smiles sheepishly. Before leaving for breakfast, she makes sure to give him a throughout footjob, followed by a peck on the lips. Despite the unorthodox method, she is sure he will never miss a single training again. Nor a fight… And she pats herself on the back for obtaining quite a funny boy-toy.