Me and the dance teacher wearing black stockings

When I was in high school, our grade was putting on a dance performance, 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 both on and off campus, I never had the chance to get close. This was like a windfall! We rehearsed during our free time in the school's small auditorium, every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. She always arrived wearing high heels, then took out a pair of dance shoes from her large handbag and changed into them. After each rehearsal, she would naturally repeat the process. 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.
Fortunately, my dancing was decent, so she never gave me away. To get closer to her, I often spent time with her, and she seemed to like me more and more. Little did she know I was masturbating every night thinking about her! Perhaps because I was new, Ms. Fang was forgetful. One Thursday afternoon after school, I rushed to the small hall. Ms. Fang, wearing high heels, stood at the door and called out to me, "I forgot my handbag in the office, come get it for me!" I was overjoyed and hurried over. Entering the office, I grabbed my handbag and rushed into the bathroom. Quietly opening the handbag, I saw a pair of beautiful low-cut dance shoes. 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 been so close to Ms. Fang's private parts, and I was naturally very excited. What surprised me even more was that there were several pairs of socks in her bag. I carefully counted them; there were five pairs. They were 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 pair of stockings, and started masturbating. Before leaving, I couldn't bear to part with it, so I secretly took a pair of worn-out white short stockings and stuffed them into my pants, hiding my embezzled penis. When I rushed over, the teacher scolded me for being late. Finally, one Saturday, she rushed over wearing high heels, opened her handbag, and realized she had forgotten her dance shoes. She was new to our school and rented a place outside, quite far from the school. Now, what a mess.
When I got to her house, I realized it wasn't big, just one bedroom, one kitchen, and one bathroom. She was lying on the bed moaning softly. I said, "Teacher, your shoes…", and the teacher hummed… Ah, help me take them off. So I immediately leaned forward and gently removed the teacher's 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 long and slender, and her nails were beautifully manicured with nail polish of foreign origin. In particular, a captivating fragrance wafted from her, intoxicating me. Taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, I licked her stockinged foot with my tongue. The teacher didn't seem to notice. Ming. I wanted to help the teacher take off his socks, but he seemed not to hear me. He told me to take the house key and go get the 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 thoroughly inside and out. Then I hung it on my penis and started 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 a key made for her house, then went to get shoes repaired. Along the way, whenever there was no one around, the shoes were always on my nose.
The teacher was getting happier and happier. She made me untie her garter belt with my mouth, and then take off her black stockings with my mouth. She carefully licked her fair and rosy feet again, especially licking between her toes. The teacher was very happy and seemed to have forgotten that she had twisted her ankle. She led me to open her shoe cabinet, where there were many dance shoes, high heels, etc. The fragrance wafted towards me. I smelled them one by one, and I felt that the teacher was becoming more and more beautiful. I was truly floating on air. I picked up the teacher's fragrant feet and enjoyed them again. The teacher's feet were as if they had just been washed, and there was almost no sour smell. But my little penis was still acting up. I wanted the teacher to give me a foot job. But the teacher wasn't satisfied, though she did allow me to masturbate in front of her. So I masturbated while smelling her stockings and high heels. After all, I'd just played with a living foot, so I finished quickly. That day it was late, and the teacher tried everything to get me home. Before leaving, she gave me the fishnet stockings she'd worn that day. I left reluctantly. Who knew that not long after, after dance practice, the teacher kept me there again. I took her home once more, and at her house, I once again entered paradise. Teacher today... She was dressed in a black business suit, flesh-colored stockings, and those white high heels I'd seen before, exuding a faint scent of perfume.
The teacher, sitting 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 couldn't wait to lick it. The teacher told me to lick her feet 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 when placed on my face… The feeling was also very pleasant. Today, the smell of her feet seemed a little fainter than the other day; I had to inhale deeply to detect that slightly sour scent. I rubbed her feet against my face, and her feet cooperated with me. After kissing like this for a while, I felt a stirring starting below. At this moment, her left foot, clad in a high heel, lifted up, initially rubbing her face with the upper of the shoe, then simply with 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. That sharp, fixed... The copper-soled heels, because she couldn't control them properly, would occasionally dig into 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 clearly noticed it. She gently kicked it with her left foot, clad in a high heel, and chuckled.
Back home, the teacher was satisfied with the shoes I repaired, but wondered why it had taken so long. It was still early, and the teacher suddenly asked me why I kept staring at her feet, whether I liked them. I dared not answer. The teacher... 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 laughed and asked, "Where did you take those socks?" He also asked why my dance shoes were so wet that day, and scolded me for secretly licking his feet earlier. He then commented on how clean his broken high heels were. Seeing that the teacher knew everything, I didn't dare lie and confessed everything, begging him to keep it a secret. The teacher smiled naturally and said, "If you like licking my feet, then you can lick them." I thought to myself, "This is something I've always dreamed of." I immediately leaned forward and licked her feet through her beautiful stockings. The teacher giggled, tickled by the scent. Although her feet had smelled a little off from dancing in the afternoon, they were still quite satisfying overall, especially the faint, sweet fragrance of a young girl's scent, which I longed for. I cleaned her feet thoroughly, the stockings completely soaked. I was unconsciously lost in the moment. The teacher started with light chuckles, but later she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, trying to pull her foot back. I held on tightly, but when I switched to her other foot… At that moment, the teacher was very cooperative.
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I put down her foot, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and begged her to help me. This time she didn't refuse. She even took a stocking from her purse and told me to put it on my penis. I also had a bunch of stockings on hand for backup. I was so happy I almost floated away. 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 kept playing with my testicles. To make it more convenient for her feet, I... She pulled down her pants completely and sat naked on the cold ground. After playing for a while, she stretched her left foot under my nose, and I lovingly bit her heel to help her take it off. She held my penis between her legs and began to move it up and down, while I pressed her shoe against my face, deeply inhaling the sweet scent. Her movements were quite clumsy, the grip sometimes tight, sometimes loose, the rhythm sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I was getting impatient and asked her to take off her stockings so I could do it with my bare feet. 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 motion with one foot, placing my precious penis in the hollow between her big and second toes of her other foot and kneading it repeatedly, trying to tuck it into the center of her toes. Her toes were long, so she did it easily. But perhaps because she always wore pointed high heels, the gap between her toes was narrow, so she could only point her big toe downwards as much as possible while curling the other toes upwards, then mechanically twitching, sometimes even having to slightly turn her body to the side. She couldn't hold her foot very well, sometimes hurting me, but I tried to bear it. Suddenly, the teacher, feeling hot, took off her top, revealing her firm, beautiful breasts. I couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly ejaculated profusely. I ejaculated all over the teacher's 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 hold back anymore. I pressed her down on the bed and started thrusting my penis through her stockings. I kept hitting the entrance, but it wouldn't go in. Luckily, Ms. Fang helped me with her hand, and finally, I got it in. Ms. 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 amazing.
But she didn't want to delay the teaching, so she put on high heels and taught us. I stood in the first row, looking at Ms. Fang's beautiful feet, and my mouth was practically watering. Ms. Fang looked exceptionally beautiful today, wearing alluring black high-heeled shoes, long black crystal stockings, and a garter belt around her thigh. She wore a red panty, and over it, a short skirt and a simple women's overcoat. Just as I was lost in my fantasies, I heard a sharp crack, and Ms. Fang fell to the ground. I jolted awake and rushed to help her. One of her heels had broken, and she had twisted her ankle. I saw tears welling in her eyes, 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 quickly hailed a taxi to take her home.
Later, Mr. Fang and I made love every day until I went to university. I heard that Mr. Fang later got married, but her married life was unhappy. I don't know if it was because her husband didn't know how to take care of her. But Mr. Fang and I were always inseparable. Every time I went home, I would visit him. At school, I often received special surprises from Mr. Fang, especially on my birthday every year; he never missed giving me a gift.

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