Gong Dan, who is cute and gentle.

[Finally, I'm free again.] The office door was kicked open, and a girl carrying a stack of notebooks walked in.

[If you stomp again, you'll break them all. Look at all your footprints on the desk.] I turned around in front of the computer, looked at the girl, took the stack of notebooks she was carrying, and placed them on her desk.
[Didn't you see I was carrying so much stuff? How could I open the door?] The girl twitched her small nose.

I rummaged through the clothes; there were even some underwear and bras, but it was obvious that these items hadn't been used for a long time after being washed. They were all stored at the bottom of the cabinet, old and even deformed.
Her name was Gong Dan, twenty-one years old, a biology teacher at the school, and about 1.55 meters tall. She was a petite girl, not exceptionally beautiful, but very cute, giving off a protective vibe. Her bangs and her bright, smiling eyes made her even more charming. Because of this cuteness, students adored her. Even though she was a bit strict in class, she consistently ranked high in student polls for favorite teachers, especially on Teacher's Day and Christmas, receiving gifts that many teachers envied. This

adorable girl was already taken; her boyfriend was also a teacher at the school, though on a different campus.

[Where are they?] Gong Dan was asking about the other two people in the office. We're the biology teaching and research group in the North Campus. There are four of us in one office, including me; besides me, the other three are girls.

Watching Gong Dan pull her big boots out, my heart raced. Even though she was wearing thick white cotton socks over them, I could already tell from her shape that her feet were small and delicate.
[Weren't you supposed to be rehearsing a dance? They've already gone.] I said to Gong Dan. New Year's Day is coming soon, and the school is organizing a program. Every office has to participate. All the girls in our biology office participated in a group dance performed by the female teachers of the minor subjects, and we even borrowed a dance teacher from the music office to help with the rehearsals.

[Honestly, they didn't even wait for me.] While complaining, Gong Dan took a bag from the drawer of her desk. It contained her dance shoes.

I initially thought she would take the bag directly to the dance rehearsal room, but unexpectedly, she carefully took the bag out and placed it on the floor. With her other hand, she unzipped the side of her tall boots.
This action of Gong Dan's caught my eye, and all my attention was drawn to her feet.

My name is Yan Xu, and I just entered this school this year. Because of a household registration issue, I had to report for duty later than other teachers in the same batch (by a month). Many positions at the school were already filled, so I was assigned to temporarily teach biology at the North Campus.

Of course, Gong Dan couldn't possibly wear socks with her dance shoes on; her little hands quickly took off her white cotton socks as well. This action made me let out a small wolf howl in my heart, especially when her little feet were completely exposed to the air. I was filled with continuous admiration, and my pupils quickly dilated.

Gong Dan's feet were very small, about size 35, and incredibly white and delicate, as if carved entirely from jade. Underneath the fair skin of her instep, one could clearly see the blue veins, giving her skin a luminous glow. Her feet weren't the slender type; rather, they were somewhat plump. For a young girl like her, I think such plump feet are the most perfect. Slender feet are more suitable for older, mature women, as they enhance their figure. Their sexiness.

Because her feet were covered by boots, they were white and tender with a touch of pink. Those delicate little toes gave me an urge to gently suckle them. The natural-colored toenails shimmered with an alluring pink light. And because of the temperature difference in the room, I could even vaguely feel a warm, tinged breath rising from her delicate feet, filling the air with her captivating fragrance. I couldn't help but sniff, inhaling deeply, wanting to imprint that scent in my memory.

[What are you smelling? They don't smell. I wash my feet every day.] Perhaps my inhalation was too loud, because Gong Dan looked up at me a moment later.

Gong Dan didn't know that I didn't mind the smell of her feet; on the contrary, I was fantasizing about them, thinking about how I could kiss every inch of her skin. And if the scent were stronger, I would be even happier.

[They really don't smell. Smell them carefully if you don't believe me.] Seeing my silence, Gong Dan assumed I disliked the smell and spoke quickly. At the same time, she lifted her leg, stretching her small foot towards me.

This time, I saw not only the instep but also the tender, red sole, which filled me with overwhelming joy. The softness of her sole was even greater than the instep; I really wanted to lick it, not missing a single crease.

And, as if possessed, I leaned forward, my nose pressed against Gong Dan's foot, inhaling deeply. In just a second, her foot was only about ten centimeters from my neck; I could even feel the warmth emanating from it. This was the first time I had been so close to a girl's foot. "Ah !
" Startled by my action, Gong Dan quickly withdrew her foot. She was only joking; she hadn't expected me to actually lean in, which made her pretty face blush slightly, adding to her cuteness.

"You really smell it? I was just joking, it doesn't smell, right?" ["It has a little smell."] I didn't have time to savor the lingering scent of Gong Dan's feet, and quickly replied, my expression feigning enthusiasm, my tone seemingly joking.

["Really smells?"] My words made Gong Dan very important; she quickly put on her dance shoes.

["I don't know if you washed your feet with milk, but they have a fragrant scent, not smelly."] I continued.
I have a foot fetish; I've even forgotten when I started to be attracted to women's feet. Whether it's a mature woman in her forties or fifties or a ten-year-old girl, as long as they have a pair of beautiful feet, they will arouse my desire. In my heart, a beautiful woman not only needs to be pretty but also needs to have a pair of beautiful feet.
["What?"] Hearing my words, Gong Dan suddenly relaxed, but her shyness increased even more.

["I'm not joking with you anymore, you just know how to talk nonsense, I have to hurry up and go to rehearsal."] Gong Dan hurriedly stuffed the shoes and socks under her desk, turned around and left, partly to save time and partly to escape the awkward atmosphere.

The smell of that forceful sucking just now seemed to fill my nose for a moment. Although she washes her feet every day, after a day at work, and constantly covered by boots, there would definitely be some smell. It's just that the moment was too quick, and I didn't have time to savor it.

And the boots and socks that she had just taken off in front of me still definitely smelled of that, making my heart pound.

I was a little thirsty and even trembled slightly when I took out the socks that were stuffed in her boots.

This wasn't the first time I'd handled women's socks. My first experience with them like this was after graduating from university. Although I'd had girlfriends and other women before, I'd never had this kind of contact with women's socks before.
Although the room layout was similar to our male dorm, because it was a female dorm, I subconsciously felt that everything here was much better than the male dorm.

Back in university, I'd only seen some pictures of bare feet online and thought they were pretty; I hadn't realized I had a foot fetish. When I had sex with women, I only focused on breasts and genitals, completely oblivious to anything else.

It seems that it was the first time I smelled a woman's socks that my desire was aroused.

I was about to leave this city and go home, but instead of rushing off, I packed up my gear and wandered around the campus. I didn't know when I'd be back, maybe even ten years later.

Because it was summer vacation, the campus was deserted, unlike the bustling campus of the past. The vast campus was almost empty, not even a single person could be seen in the buildings.

Walking to the girls' dormitory felt strange; in my four years of university, the entire campus was practically deserted. I'd only ever been to this dormitory before. Through the windows, I saw the dormitory supervisor sleeping in her room. My heart was pounding as I entered.

I tiptoed, but quickly made my way to the second floor.

I didn't linger on the second floor; I went straight to the fourth floor. Perhaps subconsciously, I felt safer the further away from the supervisor, and besides, the fourth floor was also our department's girls' dormitory.

In the locker in front of me, about a third of the clothes and shoes were piled haphazardly together, including short skirts… There were leggings, shirts, short-sleeved shirts, and even comfortable down jackets, as well as some misshapen boots and sandals with their ornaments missing.
Most of the dorm rooms on the fourth floor were open, as the female students were graduating and these rooms would soon become the bedrooms for the new freshmen.

However, after seeing the room, the initial excitement gradually subsided. The bedroom was impeccably clean, with a bare bed, empty closets, and even the floor tiles were spotless. It was obvious that these rooms had been cleaned in preparation for the new students.
In an instant, I felt every pore on my body open; the smell made me happy, intoxicated me to the core, and made my penis completely hard.
However, the more desperate the moment, the stronger the desire. When I saw some trash bags scattered on the floor of one room, my calm heart started pounding again. At

first, it was just curiosity—curiosity about what girls' bedrooms were like.

My ex-girlfriend had told me that many girls weren't as clean as they seemed, and now, seeing the things left behind, it seemed true… Yes, there was a jumble of things: damaged jewelry, cosmetic bottles, hair clips, tweezers, magazines, books, instant noodle seasoning packets, and leftover snack bags—a truly chaotic mix.

Opening the cabinet next to the bed was even more eye-opening.

These girls had bought plenty of clothes during their university years, and while they took many with them, some were simply thrown away as trash.

This was the area that guaranteed the young woman's most sensitive spot; I even turned the underwear inside out and smelled it against the spot where her vulva had once been, though because it had been so long, even the scent of laundry detergent or soap was gone.

The socks were black stockings, thin and soft.

I found them among the pile of clothes... The first thing I noticed when I saw the pair of stockings rolled into rings was that they must have been taken off and not washed. As I slowly stretched them out, I could feel the slight hardness at the toes. They

really had a smell. Even before the toes were fully against my nose, I could clearly smell the odor emanating from them.
I still clearly remember that day, some time after graduation, when the school teachers told me to take my personal belongings from my bedroom. Although I had already left school, I still had some things in my dormitory. The school was very accommodating; as long as I vacated my room before the start of the semester, the dormitory manager would have plenty of time to clean it out.

The smell had faded somewhat, but it was still there . For me, asking about a girl's stockings for the first time, the doors to all desire were instantly opened.

This was the smell of a girl's feet, a faint odor, yet it completely aroused my hormones.

To fully experience that smell, I even covered my face with the bottom of the stockings, and continuously licked the toes and the base of the feet with my tongue.

These were stockings belonging to girls in our department, and definitely girls I knew. Images of several beautiful girls from my department kept flashing through my mind, as if they were stretching their feet out in front of me. Let me taste it.

Because of the awkward location, I only smelled the stockings intensely for a while before carefully putting them in my pocket. This was the first pair of stockings I ever acquired.
Unfortunately, these stockings never made it into my collection, because I didn't have that concept back then. I kept them for two days before I destroyed them because they were covered in semen.

I suddenly stood up from the large chair, biting Gong Dan's cotton stockings tightly, while my other hand vigorously moved (down, let this...) The glans of her penis peeked out from the large cotton socks, now a deep purple-red.

The pair of stockings and cotton socks she held were secretly bought before entering the school; because they were hard-won, she handled them with extreme care, even sealing them in resealable bags to delay the fading of the smell.

The warmth of Gong Dan's feet lingered in her socks. Holding them, she realized they were still warm from her body heat, having just been taken off her feet.

She took a deep breath of the cotton socks... The sour smell was much stronger than the scent that had lingered around her feet just now, sending a tingling, electric shock through my body.

I loved this smell; it was the strongest I'd ever experienced, especially the lingering warmth—it felt like Gong Dan's toes were gently rubbing against my face.

I carefully smoothed out the socks, sucking on the toes. The sour smell mingled with my saliva as I swallowed it. My tongue lingered on the soles, my lips kissing the heels.

I knew I could never keep these socks, so I tried my best to imprint the scent in my mind.
Seeing Gong Dan leave, I quickly locked the office door, my attention drawn to the boots she'd tucked under the desk and the white cotton socks.

Of course, while smelling the socks, I didn't forget to release my erection. This was the first time I knew so clearly who the sock belonged to, instead of just imagining things like before.

I sat down at my computer desk in the office, turned on my computer, and found a photo of Gong Dan that Lang Ling had saved. It was taken of her around Christmas a while ago.

Looking at that adorable, smiling face, I held her sock in one hand, sucking hard with my nose and licking it lightly with my tongue, while my other hand held the other sock against my penis, rubbing and stroking it continuously.

The feeling was as if Gong Dan were sitting on the table in front of me, smiling at me. She was wearing jeans, and her small feet were sticking out of her winter boots. The white cotton socks, because they had been worn for a while, were slightly darkened at the soles, even blurring the boundary between her soles and toes.

One of her small feet was stretched directly in front of me, while the other was pressed against my penis.

Looking at the small shape of her feet covered by the cotton socks, smelling the faint sour scent,

I actively stuck out my tongue and licked the toes, sucking them one by one through the sock, and later I even opened my mouth wide, taking all five toes into my mouth.

This was truly a delicious feast. My licking made Gong Dan moan softly. Her toes even curled up in my mouth, her nimble little toes constantly rubbing against my shirt.

Hearing her moans, my tongue moved faster and faster, while Gong Dan's toes pressed against my penis and rubbed rapidly, sending waves of pleasure through my penis.

[Gong Dan, Mr. Gong, your feet are amazing... um... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to come... I'm going to shoot on your face...] As the movements quickened, a surge of power began to gather in my penis.

Just as I stood up, streams of white semen gushed out from my penis, wave after wave, lasting for about half a minute.

On the computer screen, Gong Dan was still smiling so cruelly, but that cruel smile was now tinged with white liquid, which slowly dripped down the screen...

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