Dance Lessons for a Sinful School Belle

My dance outfit left me unusually exposed, and the tight stockings on my legs did little to help. When my legs spread, my core—thinly veiled by the taut fabric—was exposed under his intent gaze, completely damp.

"N-no… Don't… It's really sensitive…"

A sharp, tingling sensation shot through my limbs, rendering my whole body weak and heavy.

However, Cameron didn't go easy on me. He gripped my thighs and kept spreading them apart.

"Relax. Just feel the changes in your body and enjoy it."

"Mr. Carter, I can't…" I pleaded.

He seemed peculiarly thrilled, and a bulge had formed beneath his pants. "Just hold on. I'll help you out of this."

He knelt on one of my legs, pinning it firmly to the floor, while holding the other in place so I couldn't move. His gaze was intense, fixed between my thighs.

A prickling sensation ran through my whole body, as if tiny ants were crawling under my skin, leaving me shivering from head to toe.

Soon, another wave of heat washed over me, drenching my bottoms. I felt so humiliated that I nearly cried.

And yet the man holding me in place seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my reactions. His persuasive tone, combined with his ministrations, was slowly wearing down my rationality.

"Don't panic. I'm going to help you now."

He extended a finger and gently slid it along the moist spot. A burst of electricity shot through my core and spread throughout my body. Cameron quickened his pace and slowly inserted his warm finger into me.

I was so overwhelmed that my body began trembling uncontrollably. It felt as though every cell in my body was about to explode. All I could do was beg him, "Mr. Carter, no… Please stop…"

Cameron only became more excited, moving his finger faster. At one point, he even bent down and positioned his head between my legs. He yanked my clothes slightly to the side, leaving me utterly exposed before him.

"How cute," he remarked.

Shame gnawed at me, for no one had ever seen my most private part before. I quickly covered it with my hand. "Don't, Mr. Carter. It's not clean."

He pried my hand away. "It's fine. I don't mind. I'll do anything if it means helping you out."

With that, he stuck his tongue out and began flicking it between my thighs.

I had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and I couldn't help but whimper. It felt like an eel was down there, moist and slippery.

"That's it. Moan louder. Let it all out," he said, still moving relentlessly.

For a moment, I completely lost track of where I was. My mind was flooded with a dizzying, overwhelming sensation, and I found myself breathing hard.

My neck and shoulders ached, as though electric currents had shot through my body. By the time I noticed, my dance outfit was soaked, and the yoga mat beneath me was damp as well.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed before Cameron finally sat up, licking his lips, still savoring the taste.

Gradually, I came back to myself. I definitely felt much better, and the unbearable tension in my body had eased.

"Mr. Carter, am I okay now?"

My voice was hoarse from crying out in pleasure.

Cameron removed my shoes, leaving my white stockings in place. "No, of course not. The next step is crucial. Come on, remove your stockings."

Before I could respond, he took hold of my waist, yanked hard, and ripped off my stockings.

"What are you going to do next, Mr. Carter?"

I was still flushed from the experience earlier and had yet to fully return to my senses.

Suddenly, Cameron took off his pants, revealing his shaft. He then grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders.

"Once you know what it feels like, the problem will naturally go away. Here, let me help you…"

I didn't have any time to react before he pounced on me.