(My first submission. Each story will be about a student.)
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My name is Francis and I teach ballroom dancing.
My very first student weighed over 270 pounds; she had a grip that cut off the circulation in my left arm. She was short, about 5' tall, and all bust. The only reason I mention Mrs. Swartz is to introduce you to reality. I wasn't teaching just sexy housewives. Sure, there were mature, horny housewives, which I'll introduce soon, but I also taught young college girls and their friends.
Mrs. Swartz believed wearing tight satin blouses was appropriate for dance lessons. She was also an awful tease. Buttons were popping open and she had to excuse herself while she pretended to attempt to contain her meaty breasts. I tried to avoid ogling her massive cleavage - just another half inch and a fat nipple would pop out. She would caress her chest and whine, "I need to buy a new blouse."
Fortunately my time with Mrs. Swartz was short because she complained I was too inexperienced. I did not know how to respond to a whoring housewife who didn't want to become a good dancer.
My second student, Lucy, was an English teacher, curvy, nice ass and wore horn rimmed glasses. She was about 22 years old, and wore cashmere sweaters to her lessons. I doubt she ever wore a bra because her nipples were always visible. She looked like a firm C cup. When you're 25 you have to avoid dancing too close because your cock is always hard. But my students never complained.
When I was introduced to Lucy, I asked her how good a dancer she wanted to become. "Oh, my therapist told me to take dance lessons. I'm a chronic masturbator."
I thought she had a good sense of humor. When I taught Lucy to tango, we were always dancing very close. She was breathing heavy every time I pulled her into a dip. It was important that her pelvic bone push against my right hip. You could call it a clitoral squeeze, but we didn't have dance steps called clitoral.
Lucy took lessons twice a week and made it clear she wanted to dance only tango. She obviously wanted clitoral friction continuously. I politely told her I didn't want to spend 50 minutes every lesson just rubbing against her clit (except I didn't actually say 'clit') so we inserted some waltz time.
Single English teachers don't have much of a social life, with having to grade papers and such, so inevitably Lucy asked me to escort her to a dinner dance. After not much deliberation, I agree to escort her; she would pay me $200 for the evening. She would pick me up, and also take me home.
I didn't know Lucy was a heavy drinker. Half way through dinner her hand was under the table rubbing my thigh, accidentally brushing against my swelling cock. My cock actually isn't overly long, but its thick. She went "Oh!!" and turned red. It was time to leave.
Coyly, she asked, "Do you mind if we park along the river for a while? I need to clear my head, I must have had too much to drink ..."
