Dance teacher Yueyue

I work for a local media organization. Taking advantage of my job, a few years ago I opened a children's talent training school in my hometown. It's more of a small institution offering training in performance, instrumental music, art, dance, and vocal music. It's kind of my second job, a small way to earn extra income. When I started, I had already found teachers for performance, instrumental music, art, and vocal music through my job. Enrollment was also going smoothly; parents of the children who came for training were looking for opportunities for their kids to appear on screen, so there were quite a few students. For someone like me who had just started a business, it was pretty good. However, one thing kept bothering me: I was missing a dance teacher. Those of you with children will know that for training institutions like this, children's dance is a top priority and the most popular category.

I tried contacting the dance teachers I had previously spoken to, but they either had their own schools or were too busy with their schedules, and they all turned me down. I was incredibly frustrated during that time. One day, when I was discussing this with one of my art education teachers, she introduced me to one of her students, who was also my junior. It was this junior who led to this whole story.

My junior's name is Yueyue, and we have a somewhat inexplicable connection. Initially, when my teacher introduced us, I didn't think much of it. But when I met her, I discovered we'd known each other for two years. She was a college classmate of a good friend of mine, and we'd even had a few meals and drinks together before. Firstly, it was because of our shared teacher; secondly, it was because we knew each other beforehand. So Yueyue readily agreed to teach with me and brought many of her students to enroll. We happily worked together, and I treated her like the second-in-command of my institution, letting her make decisions. This was actually a little trick of mine, making her feel important to me and that she would work very diligently for me.

Originally, I only saw her as a business partner and didn't think anything further. But later events made me develop inappropriate feelings for her, and I wanted to get her.

My training center, though small, is fully equipped with all sorts of specialized classrooms. The only thing missing is a changing room. Since the teachers I previously hired—the performance and vocal teachers—didn't need to change clothes, I hadn't prepared one. But Yueyue, being a dance teacher, needed a changing room, so I had to let her change in my small office first. She didn't say anything, but this small gesture made me have inappropriate thoughts about her.

Before each dance class, she would come to my office to change into her practice clothes, and after class, she would change back. Perhaps people who work in the arts are generally more open-minded, because after class, when she changed back into her casual clothes, she would usually call me in as soon as she was almost done. Firstly, we could discuss teaching matters, and secondly, she could cool off in the office.

Let me introduce this teacher, Yueyue. She's about 165cm tall, with fair skin, a typical small face, big eyes, a small mouth, long hair, and a curvaceous figure, especially her large breasts—truly a weapon of mass destruction. I can't really estimate their exact size. She's slightly chubby, but definitely not overweight, with small hands and feet.

The most striking thing about Ms. Yueyue is that she loves wearing stockings no matter the weather. Every time I walk in, she's barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. After chatting for a while, she doesn't shy away from it, simply taking out stockings (mostly flesh-colored and black pantyhose) from her bag and putting them on. I'm a foot fetishist, particularly fascinated by women's feet, especially beautiful ones. Seeing her size 36 feet in stockings, the high arches and the bluish veins on her soles accentuated by the stockings, sent a rush of blood to my genitals. Her alluring little feet in the stockings seemed to be beckoning me, a clear "Come here, lick me!" I really wanted to rush over, grab her feet, and lick them, but I couldn't figure out how to break the ice. Our relationship was still just a business arrangement; if things went wrong, everything would fall apart. I had to take it slow and plan carefully.

As the days went by, our relationship evolved from a contractual one to a more platonic one. We talked about everything. I remember once she told me, "I haven't had sex in three months, I'm almost a virgin again." That sparked some inappropriate thoughts in me, because I didn't want to just fantasize about her feet. The opportunity finally came.

As the training institution's business improved and we made more money, a holiday arrived. We took a few teachers out for drinks and karaoke. I discovered that Teacher Yueyue could really hold her liquor, like a man. After eating, drinking, and singing, she still wasn't satisfied and kept asking for more. After we sent the ones who couldn't drink home, Yueyue, two other teachers, and I bought some alcohol and went to a park under the moonlight. We sat down and continued drinking.

Although it wasn't autumn yet, the night was still quite chilly. Towards the end, she leaned on me, and I leaned on her, keeping each other warm. Finally, as dawn approached, everyone went home. Naturally, I also escorted Teacher Yueyue home.

Maintaining my usual gentlemanly manners, I walked her all the way up to her door. As we parted, our eyes met. Alcohol is a wonderful thing; a little alcohol can make you do things you wouldn't normally do. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I pulled her close, hugged her, and gently kissed her lips. This kiss was a carefully crafted test. If she objected, it meant she'd had too much to drink, or it was a way of expressing gratitude. If she didn't object, then we could move on.

She didn't push me away, and seeing my test had succeeded, I continued kissing her. She responded passionately. I didn't use any tricks like prying open her teeth or sticking out her tongue; she willingly opened her mouth, letting my tongue in. We then engaged in a passionate French kiss in the hallway. Finally, she had to go home, and we separated. During that time, we didn't exchange a single word.

After watching her go inside, I went home in a daze. The whole day passed without a word, and I slept until the afternoon. Then I saw she had texted me—back then, WeChat didn't exist! She said she was going to the dance studio later to rehearse for a performance and asked if I wanted to go with her. Of course, I went. It seemed she wasn't bothered by what happened in the early morning. I immediately sensed that something was going to happen between us that day.

When I arrived at the classroom (there were no other classes today), Teacher Yueyue was already practicing in the dance studio. As I mentioned before, I considered her the second-in-command of this training institution; she had her own key. While she was rehearsing in that classroom, I was in my small office surfing the internet, of course, reading erotic novels and plotting how to win her over.

After she finished rehearsing and showered, she came to my office to rest, and we chatted casually. I remember she was wearing a short top and jeans that day. When she took out a pair of flesh-colored short stockings from her bag, she had just put one on and was about to put on the other when she spoke to me.

"I drank too much last night and scraped my shinbone."

I casually said, "Let me see."

Teacher Yueyue didn't think much of it, stretched out one leg, and rolled up her trouser leg for me to see. The shinbone was scraped. I picked up her foot, gently rubbing her wound, and asked her, "Does it hurt?" She didn't answer, just shook her head at me.

I held her foot in one hand, the rustling of the stockings sending a sensation from my hand to my heart, and my lower body began to throb. I thought to myself, this is my chance, I can't miss it. I lowered my head and gently kissed the wound on her foot; she didn't react. Those feet I'd dreamed of, those feet I'd been obsessed with for months, were right in front of me. The feet I'd fantasized about beckoning to me, wanting me to lick them, were now in my hands. What was I waiting for? I lifted her foot and kissed the instep. At first, she resisted a little, trying to pull her foot away, but I held on tightly. Then I stuck out my tongue and began licking the instep.

Teacher Yueyue said, "So you have a foot fetish!"

I was initially quite surprised: "You know quite a lot. Did your previous boyfriend also have a foot fetish?"

Teacher Yueyue: "No, I heard it from my friend! Her boyfriend liked to play with her feet."

Me: "Now that you know my secret, you're in for it." I said, licking her from the instep to her toes, then putting her toes in my mouth and licking the soles. Ms. Yue was a little ticklish and laughed, trying to pull her foot back. I took the opportunity to release her foot and pressed her onto the sofa, lowering my head to kiss her. This kiss was a bit wild; our tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva. Perhaps it had been a long time since she'd been with a man, but Ms. Yue was very aroused. Just as I was about to unbutton her shirt, she suddenly stopped me. I looked at her, puzzled. She said, "The curtains, the curtains."

I understood. My training institution was on the street, and my office was on the second floor. I quickly got up and drew the curtains. I jumped back onto the sofa. Ms. Yue had already taken off her shirt, leaving only her bra. I knew she was waiting for me to help her! I found the bra clasp, skillfully unhooked it, and a pair of enormous breasts sprang out. As I mentioned before, Teacher Yueyue's breasts are truly huge; now these weapons of mass destruction were right in front of me. Looking closely, they were damn big—36D is probably an understatement. I really don't know how she grew them; her figure, neither fat nor thin, possesses such large breasts. After admiring them for a while, I began my specialty. My tongue is quite skilled; I licked around her nipples in circular motions, occasionally pinching those two "lumps of dough" with my hands. Teacher Yueyue's waist was now swaying like a snake, her lower body occasionally lifting and pressing against my lower abdomen.

I hadn't had sex for a while, and my actions were a bit frenzied. I practically ripped open her jeans, inserting my middle finger into her already overflowing vagina; I could feel her juices flowing down her thighs. But what came from Teacher Yueyue's mouth wasn't a moan, but a muffled groan. And she kept urging me to fuck her.

I pulled down my pants, letting my already rock-hard penis spring out. Without any guidance, I smoothly inserted it and began thrusting without any technique. Teacher Yueyue's muffled groans turned into low growls! I understood why she had asked me to draw the curtains and close the windows—she was afraid of being heard or seen! The sounds were incredibly loud!

I knelt on the sofa, her legs wrapped around my waist. I didn't bother with any of those "nine shallow, one deep" or other sex techniques; I just kept thrusting in and out like a piston, each time reaching the very bottom. The entire office was filled with her moans, my groans, and the sounds of slapping! Because I hadn't had sex in a long time, I felt myself about to ejaculate. I quickly distracted myself, inhaled, and lifted my hips, thinking I had to hold on! I couldn't ejaculate now; that would be so embarrassing!

Her voice became rapid, and her fingernails dug deeply into my back, her legs tightly wrapped around me. I later learned that she liked to use her hands to scratch me when she orgasmed. At first, there was no reaction or sound, then a loud shout—she climaxed, and I climaxed along with her. I didn't need to hold back anymore and ejaculated. After I finished, I collapsed onto Teacher Yueyue, both of us panting heavily. My penis was still inside her, and we looked at each other and laughed.

Teacher Yueyue said contentedly, "It's been so long since I've felt this good. It's worth it even if I haven't done it for months."

I replied, "That won't do. How can one time be enough?"

Teacher Yueyue slapped me and called me "old pervert." From then on, she called me "old pervert."

Neither of us both packed our clothes, and we were preparing for a second round of intense fun when Teacher Yueyue's phone rang. Her family called her home to entertain guests. We reluctantly went home. But I didn't want this amazing experience to end just once. We texted each other afterwards, and she told me that her face was still flushed when she got home, like she had drunk too much. I was also preparing for our next time.

On the third day, I asked her to come to the dance studio in the afternoon. We both knew what we were going to do there! She even asked me what I needed to prepare. I only said to bring stockings. She replied, "Pervert, you old freak!" I also carefully prepared, transferring the Japanese foot fetish videos I downloaded to my external hard drive and bringing them to my office to wait for her! The hour I spent waiting for her felt like it was passing incredibly slowly. During that time, I watched Japanese porn, fantasizing about how I would play with her there when she arrived! My penis was already hard, so I decided to masturbate first! I was afraid of ejaculating too early, as masturbation would delay ejaculation during sex. Looking at the arousing images on the computer, I fantasized about masturbating with Teacher Yueyue, but I stopped just before ejaculating; the book said that would delay ejaculation even more. I tidied myself up, calmed myself, and waited for her arrival. The time was almost up, and Yueyue still hadn't arrived. I called her and said I had something to do at home and would be back later. I could only wait! During this time, some people called to invite me for drinks, but I turned them all down! Time seemed to drag on forever! Two hours later, Teacher Yueyue called. You can imagine how anxious I was; I was afraid she wouldn't be able to come. Finally, Teacher Yueyue said she was at the intersection and would be there in a few minutes. I even emphasized that she had brought the stockings. The answer was, "Yes, you old pervert." My heart relaxed, and I quietly waited for our lovemaking.

Those few minutes felt like hours. Soon, I heard the clear sound of a key turning in the door. Teacher Yueyue had arrived. I quickly ran from my office to the door to wait for her. As soon as I saw her, I hugged her tightly and gave her a deep French kiss.

"You old pervert, what's the rush?" Teacher Yueyue said, playfully slapping me after our kiss.

"How could I not be? I was going to explode if she didn't come soon," I joked back.

I welcomed her into my office and then closed all the doors, windows, and curtains in my training institution—even the largest dance studio. Why close the dance studio? My plan was to have a great time with her there.

Back in the office, we both knew exactly what we were going to do; the only question was how to get started! Breaking down that "how to start" was up to me. I called her to the computer in my office. She still didn't know what was going on, so I showed her some Japanese foot fetish videos on my external hard drive. The videos were about a high school where two female teachers in black stockings were disciplining a male student with their feet, including scenes of foot licking and footjob.

"You can do that?!" she exclaimed when she saw the footjob scene. "Of course, that's called footjob, it's so good!" I said,

"You like it, right?" She playfully hit me and rolled her eyes.

"How about we do this scene together later?" I said, leering at her. I honestly don't remember how much time passed, but she finally agreed.

I led Teacher Yueyue to the dance studio—that's why I was tidying up the dance studio. Then I took out some yoga mats and laid them on the floor.

"So you planned this all along!" she said, smiling as she watched me do all this.

"Well, you see, everything needs a plan," I told her after I finished preparing, then led her into the dance studio.

Because my dance studio has a floor, I usually change my shoes before entering. Today, both Teacher Yueyue and I came in barefoot. She even thoughtfully changed me into a new pair of black stockings, saying it was for my own good, as dirty stockings might affect my health. Looking back, she was really considerate.

I took off my shirt, leaving my upper body bare except for jeans, and lay down on the yoga mat. Teacher Yueyue walked shyly to my side and, mimicking the movements from the Japanese adult film she had just watched, ran her stockinged feet over my body. The feeling was indescribable; the wonderful sensation and the unique feel of the stockings spread throughout my body. Every place her feet touched, my body involuntarily trembled. Her movements were still a bit awkward, and sometimes she would laugh shyly. At first, I guided her, but after a while, she was able to improvise freely, circling my nipples with her feet and occasionally tapping my genitals. When she came to my face, I couldn't wait to pick up her feet and lick them vigorously. Teacher Yueyue is ticklish, but she persisted in doing so to please me.

Then Ms. Yueyue sat down, between my legs. I continued licking her feet, both of them, until her black stockings were covered in my saliva. Then I had her rub my genitals with her feet through my jeans; my genitals were already incredibly swollen. I simply took off my jeans, revealing only a pair of shorts underneath, which were already bulging high from my erection. I slipped her feet under my underwear and had her pull them down with her feet. When her feet touched my genitals, I felt the rustling sensation from the stockings, and when they touched the head of my penis, my body involuntarily trembled. When my underwear was off and my penis was fully erect, proudly displaying itself to her, Ms. Yueyue then imitated the actions from the film, gently stepping on my penis with her feet, rubbing it back and forth. Finally, I lifted her feet, clamped my penis between them, and began to stroke it up and down. Anyone who has done foot fetish or has a foot fetish knows this feeling; foot fetish is truly different from other forms of intercourse. Because I had already masturbated before she came, otherwise, I would have ejaculated long ago during this series of actions.

She played around with it for a while, then her legs got a little sore, and she told me she was tired. I figured the "appetizer" was enough, time for the "main course." I got up and pinned her down, kissing her. At the same time, I frantically pulled off her clothes, kneading her large breasts while removing her skirt. I licked Yueyue's genitals through her stockings. Under my licking, Yueyue let out that familiar muffled moan. I pulled off one side of her stockings and her panties, exposing Yueyue's genitals, and continued licking them. Yueyue was already very wet.

"You lick mine too, let's do 69," I asked her. Yueyue rolled her eyes at me, then got up and took my penis directly into her mouth. I turned to the side, making it easier for her to give me oral sex, and this angle also made it easier for me to serve her. We did this 69 for a while, then Yueyue got aroused, shouting, "I want it, I want it!" She got up and sat me down on top of her, in a woman-on-top position. When I entered her, that warmth, that moist heat, spread throughout my body. To be honest, during that period I rarely had sex without a condom, no matter who I was with, mainly because I didn't want these women to cling to me afterward. But for some reason, I didn't have that feeling with Teacher Yueyue, and we had sex without a condom.

Teacher Yueyue was on top of me, moving passionately, while I was below, kneading her large breasts. So many years have passed, but I still remember Teacher Yueyue's ecstatic expression, her long hair flying everywhere. When Teacher Yueyue went from groans to screams, I knew she was about to climax. After a while, Teacher Yueyue suddenly bent down, digging her fingernails into my shoulders, her cries growing louder and louder, finally letting out a shout as she collapsed onto me—she had climaxed.

Because I had masturbated once before, and because I had done a thorough "pre-meal dessert" with footjob and oral sex, my genitals were fully engorged but less sensitive, so I still didn't feel anything.

I rolled over and pinned Teacher Yueyue beneath me, performing the traditional "missionary" piston motion. I did it with her for a long time, during which Teacher Yueyue had a second orgasm in a row, which made my back hurt from being touched so much that I finally ejaculated too.

We lay on the yoga mat, neither of us intending to put on clothes. "That was fucking amazing," Teacher Yueyue swore because she was so overwhelmed with pleasure.

Afterwards, we got up and went to my office to smoke and chat. I also learned from Teacher Yueyue that she rarely had two orgasms in one go, so today was incredibly amazing.

After resting for a while, I felt aroused again, and we watched another Japanese adult film. I told her I wanted to do footjob and ejaculate on her feet.

"I'm a little tired today, my legs are sore, maybe next time, you pervert," Teacher Yueyue kissed my cheek and comforted me.

Afterwards, we got dressed, cleaned up the mess, and went out for drinks.

After this sex session, after her dance class, she did footjob for me in the classroom as promised, and I even took pictures of it with my digital camera. After that, whenever we had time, we'd make love in the classroom; the music room, dance studio, and art studio all became our battlegrounds. Of course, there was also my car and the outdoors.

Even though we were so intimate, neither of us revealed our relationship, maintaining the facade of a couple.

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