Sonya - A Teacher but also a Goddess Part 1 (Fiction) - Stories

Disclaimers:
1) I am against, and condemn, without reserve whatever *real thing* involving sex, erotism, violence toward minors, animal and unconsenting people. The following story, maybe the first of a series, contain a fictional, fantasious and unreal event.

2) I am not a native English Speaker, so forgive me for the amount of syntactical, grammatical and lexical errors (maybe point at me).

This work of fiction is dedicated, in primis, to ROYALS22262 whom Nancy's stories I adore.
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Sonya - A Teacher but also a Goddess Part 1 (Fiction)

It was an hot summer's end day. Schools were due to begin soon and Sonya walked a good hour under the sun, after descending the bus at the wrong stop.

The house of Dr. Margaret, the School Supervisor, was in sight. A nice McMansion in a nice suburb.

Sonya just wanted to rest a little, expecially her tired size 5 feet "trapped" in those brown suede mules... not the best choice to walk so long in that warm climate.

She ringed the door bell and the door was opened by a teenage girl that was exiting the home (Sonya later discovered she is the babysitter for Margaret youngest son: Sean, 6 years old).

"Hi Sonya, nice to meet you again" - A 40-something blonde woman, in t-shirt, short and running shoe, greeted the 30 years old brunette, Sonya.

"Hi Margaret, sorry for being late. I missed the right bus stop!" - replied Sonya, noticing how sweaty was Margated, probably the supervisor was just returned from a jogging session.

"So, Margaret, can we discuss a little the program for my classes?"
"Oh dear girl... I just returned for a jog, I really need a shower and also need to wash my hairs. C'mon, just relax a little on the sofa" - Margaret pointed at a legged sofa near.

"Sean! Honey! Please bring a cool glass of lemonade to Miss Sonya here", after saying so, Margaret sprinted for the upstairs bathroom "Sonya, just relax for a little bit while I'm showering"

After a couple of minutes a minute 6-years old boy, gave Sonya, sitting on the sofa, an iced glass of lemonade.

"Thank you little man!" - smiled Sonya, trying to not thinking about her hurting feet.

Sean took some toy cars and began playing on the floor near the sofa, in front of Sonya.

Sonya drank a little of lemonade and was admiring the house, she also casually looked at a pile of magazine on a small table next to her.

Her feet continued to sweat and hurt, so she decided to pull them out of the mules "aaawww" - she moaned while placing her white-polished size 5 feet on the shoes.

She noticed that Sean stopped a little playing, lookin at her feet and, somewhat, quietly sniffing the air.

A door opened upstairs and Margaret Yelled "Sonya, just some minutes I just undressed and get in the shower now. Take your comfort honey".

"Yeah, I need a little comfort" - thought Sonya noticing that the soles of her feet still hurted a little. Then she looked down at Sean, grinning.

"Hi little man, come here. Let me see your cars" - saying so, Sonya put apart her shoes and put her feet on the carpet.

Sean crawled on four legs toward Sonia and presented her his toys.

But Sonya needed something soft for resting her tired feet, so he grabbed Sean by his thigs, and made him laying on his back.

Then se pinched his clothes with her toes and slided him underneath the sofa. He was lying on his back, perpendicular to the sofa, with his body, from the waist down, under the sofa, where Sonya was sitting.

She then placed her feet on his chest. Sean looked at her, confused and a little scared. "Relax Sean, your dear miss Sonya just need a soft place for resting her feet." and then she blinked and smiled. She took another sip of lemonade then began reading a magazine rubbing gently her feet on Sean's chest.

Then, the voice of Margaret again came from above. "Sonya if you need something, just ask Sean. He is a good host!"
Sonia replied "Thank you Marge, I will do now" - again, grinning.

Sonya looked down at the confused boy "Hey little man, do you heard what mommy just said?"
"y-y-es Miss Chonia..." saying that Sean tried to get up
"Hold on Hold on sweetie, my feet still hurt" - saying so, she pinched the t-shirt with the toes of her left foot and slided Sean more beneath the sofa. Sean raised himself a little on the elbows, looking down at the left foot of Sonya, but suddendly he felt Sonya's right foot directly on his face.

The boys was pushed down and Sonya placed both her feet on the little face. She needed to push hard one or two times while Sean tried to escape.

"Stop now boy!" - Sonya assumed a decise tone - "I am not done with you. Do you hear mommy? You must help me. Now put down those hand and stay quiet!"
"mmmm mm-mommy" - Sean moaned like he was starting to cry
"Listen, I need you firm and quiet under my feet! Understand? Breath hard and help Missy Sonya like your mommy ordered!"

Sean surrendered, breathing hard thru Sonya's swaty soles and toes.
She started reading casually a magazine, while rubbing her feet on his face.

She used both feet, sometime crossed her legs and placing only one feet. Sometime she turned on a side Sean's head, pressing her feet on it until he moaned, several times.

She liked to pinch his nose raising his head and then pushing back. She liked a lot his soft face caressing her soles, and his breath drying them from the sweat.

Sometime she placed one foot in the middle of his face, squishing his nose and mouth. She enjoyed realeasing the foot after a little, pressing only on the lips, in this manner Sean was forced to re-took air only via the nostril, always buried between the soft soles and toes of the woman.

A voice re-emerged from above "Sonya, just a little moment I'm drying my hair, I will be to you in minutes! Is Sean beahving good?"

Sonya put her hand on her knees, looking down and pressing harder on the reddened Sean face while he struggled again.
"Sure Margaret, Sean is a very very good little man!" - after saying that, she freed the boy that runned away. - "wash your face honey" Sonya laughted.

Margaret didn't know that his son was used by Sonya as a living footstool. She didn't know that the little boy's face was reduced as a tool for the commanding young teacher.

The fact was that Sonya needed to relax and refresh her soft tired feet, and little Sean was choosen for the honor. She simply don't care, she took what she need. For him, it was an unforgettable experience, surely it was there that his future fetish developed, but this is another story.

To be continued... ?