Teachers who like to wear black stockings

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When I was in high school, our grade was putting on a dance choreography, and I was inexplicably chosen. Our dance instructor was a newly assigned female teacher named Fang, who was exceptionally beautiful, especially her jade-like feet. Although I had admired them countless times 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. She always arrived in high heels, then took out a pair of dance shoes from her handbag to change into. After rehearsals, she would naturally do the same. At these times, I think my eyes 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.

But she didn't want to delay teaching, so she taught us while wearing high heels. I stood in the first row, admiring Ms. Fang's beautiful feet, my mouth practically watering. Ms. Fang seemed especially beautiful today, wearing a pair of alluring black high-heeled leather shoes, black stockings with crystal laces, and garters that revealed a hint of red underwear underneath. She wore a short skirt and a simple women's blouse. Just as I was lost in my fantasies, there was a loud clatter, and Ms. Fang fell to the ground. I quickly woke up from my reverie and rushed to help her. It turned out that one heel of her high heel had broken, and she had sprained her ankle. I saw tears welling up in Ms. Fang's eyes, and my heart broke. She waved as if nothing had happened, telling the others to go ahead, but she kept me behind. After everyone else had left, Ms. Fang asked me to help her home. I immediately agreed and quickly hailed a taxi to take her home.

When we arrived, I realized that her house wasn't big; it only had one bedroom, one kitchen, and one bathroom. She was lying on the bed, moaning softly. I said, "Teacher, your shoes..." She hummed in response, "Ah, take them off for me." So I immediately went over and gently removed her high heels. A stunningly beautiful woman appeared before me. Her fair skin was partially hidden by black, sheer crystal stockings, her arches were high, her toes were long and slender, and her nails were beautifully manicured, adorned with colorless nail polish. A particularly enchanting fragrance wafted from her, captivating me completely. While she wasn't looking, I licked her stockinged foot with my tongue, and she didn't seem to notice. I wanted to help the teacher take off her socks, but she seemed not to notice. She told me to take the 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. After leaving the house, I found a quiet place, took out the high heel, and smelled it intensely, then licked it inside and out with my tongue. I then hung it on my penis, intending to masturbate. 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 her house key copied, and then went to get the shoes repaired. Along the way, whenever there was no one around, the shoe was always on my nose.

When I got home, the teacher was very satisfied with the shoes I repaired, but she was puzzled as to 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 to answer. The teacher muttered to herself, "Actually, I quite like my own feet too." She then asked me what I liked about her feet, but I couldn't answer. She laughed and asked where I'd taken the socks, why my dance shoes were so wet that day, and scolded me for secretly licking her feet earlier. She also commented on how clean her broken high heels were. Seeing that the teacher knew everything, I didn't dare lie and confessed everything, begging her to keep it a secret. The teacher laughed and said, "Of course, of course," and then said, "If you like licking my feet, then you can lick them." I immediately felt a surge of desire and leaned forward to lick her feet through the beautiful stockings. The teacher giggled, tickling me. Although her feet had a slight odor from dancing in the afternoon, overall they were still quite appealing, especially the faint, youthful fragrance emanating from them, which was exactly what I longed for. I cleaned the tops and soles of her feet thoroughly; her socks were completely soaked. I found myself unconsciously lost in the moment. The teacher started with light chuckles, but later she was practically panting from laughing, trying to pull her foot back. I held on tightly, but when I switched to her other foot, she cooperated.

The teacher became increasingly excited, making me untie her garter belt with my mouth, then remove her black stockings. She carefully licked her fair, rosy, fragrant feet, paying special attention to the spaces between her toes. The teacher was delighted, seemingly forgetting her twisted ankle. She led me to her shoe cabinet, which was filled with dance shoes, high heels, and other fragrant items. The aroma wafted over me, 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 once more. Her feet looked freshly washed, almost devoid of any sour smell. But my penis was still aroused; I wanted her to give me a footjob, but she wouldn't have it. She only allowed me to 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 fishnet stockings she had worn that day. I left reluctantly. Who knew that not long after, after dance practice, the teacher kept me behind again. I took her home once more, and 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.

She smelled faintly of perfume. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she 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. Her right foot came over, and I couldn't wait to lick it. She told me to lick her foot first, so I put her stockinged foot to my lips and kissed it. These stockings weren't as good as the other day; I could tell just by touching them, but the feeling on my face was still wonderful. Today, the smell of her feet seemed a little fainter; I had to inhale deeply to detect the slightly sour scent. I rubbed her feet against my face, and her feet cooperated with me. After kissing like that for a while, I felt a stirring below. 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, copper-soled heel, because she couldn't control it, occasionally poked my face, but amidst the slight pain and sorrow, I experienced an unprecedented, exhilarating pleasure. My little brother was already quite erect, and even through my pants, she noticed. She gently kicked it with her high-heeled left foot and chuckled.

Fortunately, I was a good dancer, and she never managed to find a weakness in me. And because I wanted to get closer to her, I spent a lot of 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 rather 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! Go get it for me!" I was overjoyed and hurried off. Entering the office, I grabbed my handbag and dashed into the restroom. Quietly opening the handbag, I found a pair of beautiful low-cut ballet shoes inside. I gently brought them to my lips and began to lick them, inside and out, top and bottom, leaving no spot untouched. This was the first time I had ever 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 them carefully; there were five pairs, all worn but unwashed. There were two pairs of long stockings and three pairs of short stockings. I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled out my already erect and impatient little penis, put on a pair of stockings, and started masturbating. Before leaving, I couldn't bear to part with it, so I secretly took a pair of white short stockings that were already worn black and stuffed them into my pants, letting the filth fall out. When I rushed over, 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 no!
I couldn't hold back any longer. I put her feet down, unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and begged her to help me. This time, she didn't object. She even took a stocking from her purse and made me put it on my penis. I had a whole bunch of stockings on hand for backup. I was so excited I was practically floating on air. 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 stockinged foot was playing with my testicles. To make it even easier for her feet, I took off all my pants and sat naked on the cold ground. After playing for a while, she put her left foot under my nose. I understood and bit her heel to help her take it off. She sandwiched my penis between her legs and started moving it up and down, while I put her shoe over my face and deeply inhaled the sweet scent. Her movements were quite clumsy; the grip was sometimes tight, sometimes loose, and the frequency sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I was getting impatient and asked her to take off her stockings so she could do it barefoot. She agreed. Her feet were white and cool, while my penis was dark red and hot—the contrast was too great.
She continued the same action with one foot, placing my penis in the hollow between her big and second toes of her other foot and twisting it, 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 curl her big toe down as much as possible while curling the other toes up, then keep doing this mechanical movement, sometimes even having to turn her body slightly to the side. She couldn't grip her feet well, sometimes making me hurt, but I tried to bear it. Suddenly, the teacher, feeling hot, took off her top, revealing her firm, shapely breasts. I couldn't resist any longer and ejaculated instantly. I ejaculated all over her feet, but she didn't complain. Instead, she bent down and started rubbing my penis. Soon, my penis was hard again, and this time I couldn't resist. I pressed her down on the bed, and through her stockings, my penis started thrusting wildly. I kept thrusting until I hit the entrance, but I couldn't get in. Luckily, Teacher Fang helped me with her hand, and finally, I got in. Teacher Fang's vagina was like it could suck people in, and she kept moaning as I did it. After five or six minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated all over her vagina. It felt incredibly good.

Later, Teacher Fang and I did it every day until I went to university. Later, I heard that Teacher Fang got married, but her married life was very unhappy. I don't know if it was because Teacher Fang's husband didn't know how to please her. But I always maintained a close connection with Teacher Fang. Every time I went home, I would visit her several times. At school, I often received special surprises from Teacher Fang, especially on my birthday every year. Teacher Fang's gifts were never missed.

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