My love affair with the dance teacher

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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.

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.

Each time, she would arrive in high heels, then take out a pair of dance shoes from her handbag and change into them. After rehearsal, she would naturally do the same.

Whenever this happened, my eyes (I think) would be glued to her every movement, my mind filled with fantasies. During rehearsals, those high heels would be placed 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.

Fortunately, my dance skills were good, and she never found a weakness in me. 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 forgetful. One Thursday afternoon after school, I rushed to the 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 ran there quickly.

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 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 carefully; there were five pairs, all worn and unwashed.

There were two pairs of long stockings and three pairs of short stockings. I couldn't resist any longer, so I pulled out my already erect and impatient little penis, put on a long stocking, 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, 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 waved casually, telling everyone else to leave, but kept 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 the teacher's high heels. A stunningly beautiful woman appeared before my eyes. Her fair feet were faintly visible through black, transparent crystal stockings. Her arches were high, her toes long and slender, her nails beautifully manicured and painted with colorless nail polish. A particularly enchanting fragrance wafted from her, intoxicating me. Taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, I licked her stockinged foot with my tongue, and the teacher didn't seem to notice.

I wanted to help the teacher take off her socks, but the teacher seemed not to hear me and said, "Tell me to take your house key and go get your 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 place, 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 feet through her beautiful stockings. The teacher giggled, tickled by the sensation. Although her feet had smelled a little unpleasant from dancing that afternoon, they were still quite satisfying overall. Especially appealing 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 was completely absorbed in the moment.

At first, the teacher just chuckled softly, but later she was practically breathless with laughter, trying to pull her foot back. I held on tightly, but when I switched to her other foot, she cooperated perfectly.

The teacher grew increasingly excited, making me untie her garter belt with my mouth, then pull down her black stockings, carefully licking her fair, rosy, and fragrant feet again, paying special attention to licking 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 out, and as I smelled each pair, the teacher seemed to grow more and more beautiful; I felt utterly blissful.

I picked up her fragrant feet again and enjoyed them. Her feet looked as if they had just been washed, with almost no sour smell.

However, my penis was acting up. I wanted the teacher to give me a footjob, but she refused, only agreeing to let me masturbate in front of her. I could only masturbate while smelling her stockings and high heels. After all, I had just played with a living foot, so I quickly finished. It

was getting late that day, and the teacher tried her best to get me home. Before leaving, she gave me the fishnet stockings she had worn that day. I left reluctantly.

Who knew that shortly after, after a dance practice, the teacher kept me behind again. Once again, I walked her home, and at her house, I felt like I was in paradise. Today, she was wearing a black business suit, flesh-colored stockings, and those white high heels I'd seen before. She exuded a faint fragrance.

She 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.

She stretched out her right foot, and I eagerly began licking it.

She told me to lick her foot first, so I directly brought that stockinged foot to my lips and kissed it. These stockings were clearly not as good as the ones from that day; I could tell by touch, but the feeling on my face was still wonderful. Today, the scent of her feet seemed fainter than before; I had to inhale deeply to detect that slightly sour aroma.

I rubbed her feet against my face, and she responded in kind. After kissing like that for a while, I felt myself getting aroused.

Then, she lifted her left foot, which was wearing a high heel, and started rubbing it against my face with the heel, then the sole. Her shoes were fairly clean, but there was some dust on the soles.

I didn't care about that, and stuck out my tongue to lick her high heel. The sharp, copper-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 very hard, and she noticed it even through my pants.

She gently kicked it with her high-heeled left foot and chuckled. I couldn't take it anymore, so I put her foot down, unzipped my pants, took 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 also had a bunch of stockings around 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 are long, so she did it easily.

But perhaps because she always wears pointed high heels, the gaps between her toes are very narrow, so she can 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 can't control her feet very well, and sometimes it hurts me a lot, but I try my best to bear it.

Suddenly, the teacher, feeling hot, took off her top, revealing her firm, shapely breasts. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated profusely, covering her feet with my semen. The teacher didn't complain; instead, she bent down and began to rub 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 reached the entrance, but couldn't get in. Luckily, the teacher helped me with her hand, and finally, I got in. The teacher's vagina felt like it could suck in people; she kept moaning as I did so. After five or six minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her. It felt incredibly good.

Later, the teacher and I did it every day until I went to university. Later, I heard that the teacher got married, but her married life was unhappy. I wonder if it was because her husband didn't know how to please her.

But Ms. Fang and I always maintained a close connection. Every time I went home, I would visit her several times. At school, I often received "special surprises" from her, especially on my birthday every year; she never missed a gift.

When I was in my first year of high school, the grade was putting on a dance, and I was inexplicably chosen.

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 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 each rehearsal.

At those times, I think my eyes would be glued to her every move, my mind filled with fantasies. During rehearsals, her high heels would be left aside, and sometimes I couldn't help but glance at them. It seemed that every rehearsal, all I could think about was how to get my hands on Ms. Fang's feet.

Fortunately, my dance foundation was good, and she never found a weakness in me. In order 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. Go get it for me!" I was overjoyed and hurriedly ran there.

Once in the office, I grabbed my handbag and dashed into the restroom.

I quietly opened her handbag and 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 been so intimate with 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 and unwashed.

There were two pairs of long socks and three pairs of short socks. I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled out my already erect and impatient little penis, put on one of the long socks, and began to masturbate. Before leaving, I couldn't bear to part with it, so I secretly took a pair of worn-out white short socks and stuffed them into my pants, thus concealing my embezzlement. When I rushed back, Ms. Fang scolded me for being late.

Finally, one Saturday, she rushed over in high heels, opened her handbag, and realized she had forgotten to bring her ballet shoes. She was new to our school and rented a place outside, quite far from the school. Oh no! But she didn't want to delay teaching, so she taught us in high heels. I stood in the front row, drooling over Ms. Fang's beautiful feet.

Ms. Fang seemed especially beautiful today, wearing alluring black high-heeled leather shoes, black crystal stockings, and garter belts on her thighs, revealing glimpses of red underwear underneath. She wore a short skirt and a simple women's blouse. Just as I was lost in my fantasies, I heard a loud crash, and Ms. Fang fell to the ground. I quickly woke up from my reverie and rushed to help her. It turned out one of her heels had broken off, 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 everyone else to leave, but I stayed behind. After everyone else had left, Ms. Fang asked me to help her home. I immediately agreed and hailed a taxi to take her home.

When I arrived at her house, I realized it wasn't big; there was only one bedroom, one kitchen, and one bathroom. She was lying on the bed, moaning softly. I said, "Teacher, your shoes..." She 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. While she 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. She 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, secluded spot, 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, wanting to masturbate. But I thought she must have many other good things at home; I couldn't miss them.

I forced myself not to ejaculate, first went to get a copy of her house key, then went to get my shoes repaired. Along the way, whenever no one was around, the shoes were always on my nose. When I got home, my teacher was very satisfied with the shoes I repaired, but wondered why it took so long.

It was still early, and she suddenly asked me why I kept staring at her feet, wondering if I liked them.

I didn't dare answer. She muttered to herself, "Actually, I quite like my own feet too." She then asked me what I liked about 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 my broken high heels were.

Seeing that she knew everything, I didn't dare lie and confessed everything, begging her to keep it a secret.

She laughed and said, "Of course, of course," and added, "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 feet through her beautiful stockings. The teacher giggled, tickled by the sensation. Although her feet had smelled a little unpleasant from dancing that afternoon, they were still quite satisfying overall. Especially appealing 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 was completely absorbed in the moment.

At first, the teacher just chuckled softly, but later she was practically breathless with laughter, trying to pull her foot back. I held on tightly, but when I switched to her other foot, she cooperated perfectly.

The teacher grew increasingly excited, making me untie her garter belt with my mouth, then pull down her black stockings, carefully licking her fair, rosy, and fragrant feet again, paying special attention to licking 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 out, and as I smelled each pair, the teacher seemed to grow more and more beautiful; I felt utterly blissful.

I picked up her fragrant feet again and enjoyed them. Her feet looked as if they had just been washed, with almost no sour smell.

However, my penis was acting up. I wanted the teacher to give me a footjob, but she refused, only agreeing to let me masturbate in front of her. I could only masturbate while smelling her stockings and high heels. After all, I had just played with a living foot, so I quickly finished. It

was getting late that day, and the teacher tried her best to get me home. Before leaving, she gave me the fishnet stockings she had worn that day. I left reluctantly.

Who knew that shortly after, after a dance practice, the teacher kept me behind again. I walked her home once more, and at her house, I felt like I was in paradise again. Today, she was wearing a black business suit, flesh-colored stockings, and those white high heels I'd seen before. She exuded a faint fragrance.

She 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.

She stretched out her right foot, and I eagerly began licking it.

She 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 ones from that day; I could feel it with my touch, but the feeling on my face was still wonderful. Today, the scent of her feet seemed a little fainter than before; I had to inhale deeply to detect that slightly sour smell.

I rubbed her foot against my face, and her foot responded to my touch. After kissing like this for a while, I felt myself becoming aroused.

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 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 are long, so she did it easily.

But perhaps because she always wears pointed high heels, the gaps between her toes are very narrow, so she can 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 can't control her feet very well, and sometimes it hurts me a lot, but I try my best to bear it.

Suddenly, the teacher, feeling hot, took off her top, revealing her firm, shapely breasts. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated profusely, covering her feet with my semen. The teacher didn't complain; instead, she bent down and began to rub 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 reached the entrance, but couldn't get in. Luckily, the teacher helped me with her hand, and finally, I got in. The teacher's vagina felt like it could suck in people; she kept moaning as I did so. After five or six minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her. It felt incredibly good.

Later, the teacher and I did it every day until I went to university. Later, I heard that the teacher got married, but her married life was unhappy. I wonder if it was because her 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. I never missed receiving a gift from her.

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