Stockings and sex: My story with my dance teacher in stockings and high heels

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When I was in my first year of high school, the grade was putting on a dance, and I was inexplicably chosen as the only male lead. Our dance instructor was a newly assigned female teacher named Fang, who was very beautiful, especially her jade-like feet. Although I had admired them countless times both on and off campus, I had never had the chance to get close. This was like a windfall!

We rehearsed during our free time in the school auditorium, every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. She always came in high heels, then took out a pair of dance shoes from her handbag to change into, and naturally, she would do the same after rehearsal. Whenever this happened, my eyes (I think) were always glued to her every movement, my mind filled with fantasies. During rehearsals, those high heels were left aside, and sometimes I couldn't help but glance at them. It seemed that every time we rehearsed, all I could think about was how to get my hands on Ms. Fang's feet.

Although I was a boy, I had a talent for dance and she never found a weakness in my skills. To get closer to her, I often spent time with her, and she seemed to like me more and more. Little did she know that I masturbated almost every night thinking about her! Perhaps because she was new, Ms. Fang was forgetful. One Thursday afternoon after school, I rushed to the small auditorium. Ms. Fang, wearing high heels, stood at the door and called out to me, "I forgot my handbag in the office, come and get it for me!" I was overjoyed and hurried over. Entering the office, I grabbed my handbag and dashed into the restroom. Quietly opening the handbag, I saw a pair of beautiful low-cut dance shoes inside. I gently brought them to my lips and licked them, inside and out, top and bottom, not missing a single spot. This was the first time I had intimately touched Ms. Fang's belongings, and I was naturally very excited. What surprised me even more was that there were several pairs of socks in her bag. I counted carefully; there were five pairs, all worn and unwashed. There were two pairs of long socks and three pairs of short socks. I couldn't resist any longer, so I pulled out my already erect and impatient little brother, put on a long sock, and started masturbating. Before leaving, I couldn't bear to part with it, so I secretly took a pair of white short socks that were already worn black and stuffed them into my pants, thus hiding my embezzled penis. When I rushed back, the teacher scolded me for being late again.

Finally, one Saturday, she rushed over in high heels, opened her handbag, and realized she had forgotten to bring her dance shoes. She was new to our school and rented a place outside, quite far from the school. Oh well. But she didn't want to delay teaching, so she taught us in high heels. I stood in the first row, looking at Teacher Fang's beautiful feet, my mouth almost watering. Ms. Fang seemed particularly beautiful today, wearing alluring black high-heeled shoes, black crystal stockings, and garter belts that revealed glimpses of red underwear beneath. She wore a short skirt over a simple women's blouse. Just as I was lost in my fantasies, I heard a sharp crack, and Ms. Fang fell to the ground. I snapped out of my reverie and rushed to help her. One of her heels had broken off, and she had twisted her ankle. I saw tears welling in her eyes, tears she was trying to hold back, and my heart broke. She pretended nothing was wrong, waving the others away but leaving me behind. After everyone else had left, Ms. Fang asked me to help her home. I immediately agreed and hailed a taxi to take her.

When we arrived at her house, I realized it wasn't large; it only had one bedroom, one kitchen, and one bathroom. She lay on the bed, whimpering. I said, "Teacher, your shoes..." The teacher hummed, "Ah, take them off for me." So I immediately leaned forward and gently removed her high heels. A stunningly beautiful woman appeared before my eyes. Her fair feet were faintly visible through black, sheer stockings. Her arches were high, her toes long and slender, her nails beautifully manicured and painted with colorless nail polish. A captivating fragrance wafted from her, intoxicating me. When the teacher wasn't looking, I licked her stockinged foot with my tongue, and she didn't seem to notice. I wanted to help her take off her socks, but she seemed not to hear me. She told me to take my house key and go get my shoes repaired. I immediately grabbed both shoes and ran. The teacher said, "Just take the broken one. Why bring the good one?" I reluctantly left the better one by the bed. Once outside, I found a quiet spot, took out the high heel, and smelled it intensely, then licked it inside and out with my tongue. I felt the urge to masturbate while my penis was hanging on her arm. But I thought she must have many other nice things at home, and I couldn't miss them. So I forced myself not to ejaculate, first went to get a key made for her house, then went to get my shoes repaired. Along the way, whenever there was no one around, the shoes were always on my nose. When I got home, the teacher was very satisfied with the shoes I repaired, but wondered why it took so long. It was still early, and the teacher suddenly asked me why I kept staring at her feet, whether I liked them. I didn't dare answer. The teacher muttered to herself, "Actually, I quite like my own feet too." The teacher then asked me what I liked about feet, but I couldn't answer. The teacher smiled and asked me where I had taken the socks, why the dance shoes were so wet that day, and scolded me for secretly licking her feet earlier, and also said that the broken high heels were so clean. Seeing that the teacher knew everything, I didn't dare lie, so I confessed everything and begged her to keep it a secret. The teacher smiled and said, "Of course, of course," and then said, "If you like licking my feet, then you can lick them." I was more than happy to oblige. I immediately leaned forward and licked her beautiful stockings. The teacher giggled, tickled by the scent. Although her feet had smelled a bit unpleasant from dancing that afternoon, they were still quite satisfying overall. Especially captivating was the subtle, youthful fragrance emanating from her feet, something I had always dreamed of. I cleaned her entire foot, from top to bottom, until the stockings were soaking wet. I found myself completely absorbed in the moment. The teacher couldn't help but laugh, almost breathless, and tried to pull her feet back. I held on tightly, but when I switched to her other foot, she cooperated perfectly. She grew increasingly excited, making me untie her garter belt with my mouth and then pull down her black stockings. I carefully licked her fair, rosy feet again, paying particular attention to licking between her toes. She seemed to have forgotten her sprained ankle, and led me to her shoe cabinet. Inside were dance shoes, high heels, and other fashionable items. The fragrance wafted out, and as I smelled each pair, the teacher seemed to grow more and more beautiful. I felt utterly blissful. I picked up the teacher's fragrant feet again and enjoyed them. Her feet looked freshly washed, with almost no sour smell left. But my penis was acting up. I wanted her to give me a footjob, but she wouldn't agree. She only agreed to let me masturbate in front of her. So I masturbated while smelling her stockings and high heels. Having just played with a living foot, I quickly finished. It was getting late that day, and the teacher tried everything to get me home. Before leaving, she gave me the pair of black crystal stockings she had worn that day. I left very reluctantly.

Who knew that after a dance practice not long after, the teacher kept me behind again, and I took her home once more. At her house, I once again entered paradise. Today, the teacher was wearing a black business suit, flesh-colored stockings, and those white high heels I'd seen before, exuding a faint fragrance. The teacher sat on the edge of the bed, smiled at me, and whispered, "I want more today." I smiled back, sat on the floor, and bent my legs on either side of the bed. The teacher's right foot came over, and I eagerly began licking the shoe. The teacher told me to lick her foot first, so I directly brought that stockinged foot to my lips and kissed it. These stockings were obviously not as good as the other day; I could feel it just by touch, but the feeling on my face was still wonderful. Today, the scent of her feet seemed a little fainter than the other day; I had to inhale deeply to smell that slightly sour aroma. I rubbed her foot against my face, and her foot responded to me. After kissing like this for a while, I felt my lower body begin to react. Then, she lifted her left foot, clad in a high heel, and at first rubbed her face against the heel, then the sole. Her shoes were fairly clean, though the soles were dusty. I didn't care, though, and stuck out my tongue to lick her high heel. The sharp, brass-soled heel, which she couldn't quite control, occasionally poked my face, but I experienced unprecedented pleasure amidst the slight pain. My penis was already hard, and even through my pants, she noticed. She gently kicked it with her high-heeled left foot and chuckled. I couldn't take it anymore. I put her foot down, unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and begged her to help me. This time, she didn't object. She even took a short stocking from her purse and made me put it on my penis. I also had a whole bunch of stockings around me for backup. I was so excited I felt like I was floating. She first lightly kicked my penis with the tip of her shoe, then slowly rubbed it with the sole, and then gently pressed it with the heel. At the same time, her other foot, clad in stockings, kept playing with my penis. To make it easier for her feet, I took off all my pants and sat naked on the cold ground. After playing for a while, she stretched her left foot under my nose, and I knowingly bit her heel to help her take it off. She sandwiched my penis between her feet and began to move it up and down, while I pressed her shoe against my face, deeply inhaling the wonderful scent. Her movements were quite clumsy, the grip sometimes tight and sometimes loose, the frequency sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I was getting impatient and asked her to take off her stockings so she could do it with her bare feet. She agreed. Her feet were very white and cool, while my penis was dark red and hot; the contrast was too great. She continued the previous movements with one foot, placing my penis in the hollow between her big toe and second toe of her other foot and twisting it repeatedly, then trying to clamp it between her toes. Her toes were long, so she did it easily. But perhaps because she always wore pointed high heels, the gaps between her toes were very narrow, so she could only point her big toe down as much as possible and curl the other toes up as much as possible, then keep doing this mechanical movement, sometimes even having to turn her body slightly to the side. She couldn't control her feet very well, and sometimes it hurt me a lot, but I tried my best to bear it. Suddenly, the teacher felt hot and took off her top, revealing her firm breasts. I couldn't hold back anymore, and suddenly I ejaculated profusely, spraying all over the teacher's feet. The teacher didn't complain, and then used her feet to play with my penis. Soon my penis was hard again, and my penis felt incredibly comfortable under the rubbing of her legs. Suddenly, the teacher rolled over and stood up. She stepped on my chest with her foot, and I went from sitting to lying flat. The teacher raised her buttocks, pulled her underwear down to her thighs with her right hand, then grabbed my penis, removed the short stockings, and stroked it up and down a few times. She then positioned the head of my penis against her vulva and sat down on me.
"Mmm,"
"Ah,"
the teacher swayed her hips back and forth on me. I felt waves of heat rising in my body, and my penis hardened. The teacher changed positions, raising and lowering her hips. Suddenly, she stopped, took a long stocking from the pile of stockings beside her, put it on my penis, wrapped it around it a few times, tied a knot at the base, and then sat down again, positioning it against her vulva. "Ah...ah..." The teacher's moans were incredibly seductive. She twisted her body, moaning as she swayed her hips back and forth. I felt a surge of fluid gush from my penis, and with a groan, the teacher collapsed onto me. This feeling was simply wonderful, a feeling I had never experienced before. I rolled over and pinned the teacher beneath me, ripped off the stockings covering my penis, and smeared my semen on her pubic hair and abdomen. I spread her legs and thrust my penis into her again. I lowered my head and kissed her alluring lips and breasts, my penis pumping vigorously, and the teacher began to moan. I stopped, lifted her legs, and kissed her feet incessantly, my lower body moving back and forth forcefully.
Gradually, the teacher's moans subsided; she kept shaking her head, her face and body covered in sweat, even her hair was soaked. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated a second time. I pulled my penis out of the teacher's vagina and wiped it on her feet. Now the teacher was limp as a lump of mud, completely at my mercy.
I grabbed her feet and rubbed my penis against them, finally ejaculating again between her toes. I lay down beside her and fell into a deep sleep.

Later, Ms. Fang and I did this every day until I went to university. I heard that Ms. Fang got married, but her married life was not very happy. I don't know if it was because her husband didn't know how to take care of her feet. But Ms. Fang and I always stayed connected. Every time I went home, I would visit her several times. At school, I often received "special surprises" from Ms. Fang, especially on my birthday every year. I never missed her gift.

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