Encountering a flirtatious female teacher online

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My wife is pregnant, so our sex life has mostly been manual. I work in IT, so I rarely have women around me. Having an affair has always been my greatest pleasure. Before my wife was around, I had affairs twice, but they were with young, inexperienced girls, which weren't very exciting. I've always wanted to have sex with a mature woman.

My IT job doesn't have fixed working hours; I just need to complete my tasks within the specified time. Today I'm at work and don't plan to go home tonight because I can't have sex with my wife there. Besides, at work I can find someone to chat with, unlike at home where my wife is watching.

It's midnight, and there's practically no one on QQ. Bored, I turned on QQ's city-specific feature to search for mature women in my city. I've added some before, but in the past month or so, I've only chatted with two who I clicked with, but they haven't given me a chance yet (I'm trying!). I usually look for women between 30 and 40 years old. I didn't have high hopes this time; I just added a few randomly. Two minutes later, I got a message on QQ.

Someone added me; she's a 36-year-old woman. Our initial chat wasn't great. We learned about each other's situations, and I hinted that we could talk about something more intimate, but she firmly refused. I figured there was no hope, but I don't like to give up so easily, so I just kept going. We talked about life and work, and I hinted a few times that I wanted to talk about something more intimate, but she refused each time. I was so disappointed, and my hopes were dwindling. During our chat, I learned that she's a primary school teacher. Her husband works in Beijing, and their child isn't with them. Her husband wanted to open a shop back home because he didn't want to live apart, but it didn't do well, so he sold it. She's planning to go back to Beijing in the next few days to work with her husband, but she's reluctant to give up her stable teaching job. Even though it doesn't pay much, it's a safety net, and her child is being cared for by her grandparents.

At this point, I felt my hopes were fading, and I was thinking of giving up. I continued the casual conversation, still clinging to the idea of talking about something more intimate, but I was rejected again. I'm so frustrated. We chatted for a while, and before we knew it, it was past 3 a.m. She said she was hungry, so I said, "Why don't you get me something to eat?" She said she had nothing at home.

I said, "Then I'll bring you something to eat."

She said, "Okay, come on over."

I said, "I'm serious." She said, "Oh." I said, "If I come, will you let me stay?" She said, "No." I said, "Then how will I get back?" She said, "Take a taxi." I said, "Oh, it's so late, where will I get a taxi?" She still wouldn't let me stay overnight, and I didn't have much hope.

We chatted for a while longer, and I kept asking her for permission. Then she suddenly said, "If you come, I'll break up your family." I felt a little excited, seeing a glimmer of hope. We chatted for a few more minutes, and I kept responding and refuting the "breaking up the family" issue. In the last few sentences, she said, "I'm going to rest now." I said, "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

She said, "Yes." I said, "I'll bring you something, will you let me stay?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Okay?"

She didn't respond for a while, so I asked again, "You agree?"

She: Hmm. Me: (sent a cute emoji) Then asked what I wanted to eat. She: Anything. Then she asked for the address. I'd already asked for the phone number, but to be safe, I called again to confirm, just in case I got scammed.

The call connected quickly, and I called her name. Her voice sounded mature, which reassured me. She told me not to come, but I lied and said I was already out the door, on my way downstairs. She didn't believe me, so I rushed downstairs on my electric scooter (my career isn't going well yet, I can't afford a car 5555555). I unlocked the scooter, and the call kept going. She still told me not to come, but I insisted. I believed she wouldn't refuse me if I went. I rode straight to the steamed bun shop. This steamed bun shop opens quite early, at 3:30 AM every day.

It was already 4 AM, so I definitely got the buns. I was riding with one hand on the scooter and talking on the phone with the other, incredibly busy. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road that morning, otherwise, I might have had an accident. The call continued until I reached the steamed bun shop. I asked the owner for a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup. Two minutes later, the buns and soup were ready. I put the buns in my car and continued towards her place. When I was almost there, she called again, giving me detailed directions. But I wasn't familiar with the area, and I went the wrong way. I ran back a moment later, made sure the location was correct, parked and locked my car, and kept the phone ringing. Her apartment was on the fourth floor; the hallway was dark and unlit. I slowly made my way around until I reached the door. She hung up and came out to open it for me. After

all that talking, we finally arrived at her place. I could hear footsteps inside, and through the crack in the door, I could see the lights were on. My heart started to race. This was my first time meeting a mature woman! Although I'm outspoken and say whatever comes to mind online, I'm actually a little shy in real life. The door creaked open, and I finally saw her. She was a little over 160cm tall, with a good figure, rather petite, and a fair complexion. She was wearing jeans and a white coat. She had the charm of a mature woman; not exceptionally beautiful, but still captivating. I was so excited. She told me to be quiet, that the child was still sleeping.

I smiled and nodded. The child's door wasn't closed yet—this woman was so careless! I told her to close the child's door. She seemed a little embarrassed, and kept saying I was childish. I kept arguing back, saying, "Go eat your breakfast." She smiled and told me to leave. How could I leave? I said, "It's so cold outside. I brought you breakfast, and you didn't even invite me to sit down?" She still smiled and said, "Then sit down." I didn't sit down and stood with her in the living room. I looked at her, feeling a little shy, and so did she. She still told me to leave. At this point, I couldn't be driven away even with a stick.

I chuckled to myself. I don't know where I got the courage, but I hugged her. She resisted, but not very strongly, turning her face away—maybe it wasn't a real resistance. Then I kissed her cheek. She said no, don't do this, go back. I ignored her. She tried to avoid my lips, but I chased after her. I kissed her neck, holding her tightly, not letting her break free from my embrace.

I turned her body slightly so I could kiss her lips. I quickly kissed her, and she still resisted. After about ten seconds, her lips stopped resisting, and she kissed me willingly, but her body was still resisting. At this point, I was very confident, clearly feigning innocence. Then she noticed the kitchen door was open, and people could see inside. To be more stable, I carried her to the kitchen door and closed it. She was petite, so it was relatively easy for me to carry her.

After closing the door, I pinned her against the wall and passionately kissed her lips. She responded by actively putting her tongue into my mouth, kissing me eagerly. It was very stimulating; my penis reacted strongly and became erect instantly. My body pressed against hers, my penis against her vulva, and we kissed passionately. I began to caress her breasts, and she still offered token resistance. Then I remembered that one of the bedroom doors was open. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, pinning her down. My actions began again with gentle kisses and caresses of her breasts. Her resistance gradually lessened, and she began to enjoy it, though she still resisted slightly. Then she told me we couldn't do it here; the baby was next door, and she wanted us to go to another room. I agreed, and she led me to another bedroom, which was farther from the room where her child slept. Once inside, we didn't turn on the lights.

I carried her straight to the bed and pinned her down. It had been many days since I'd touched a woman. My friends all had a habit of going to brothels, but I never went to see a prostitute (Note: I made a solemn vow never to see prostitutes, and I've never broken that vow. Many beautiful women I could only look at and admire, never actually do anything). At that moment, I was like a hungry wolf. I climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. She reacted intensely, fully engaging with my advances, holding my head and kissing me fiercely. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, and my hands caressed her breasts.

At this moment, we were both very passionate, after all, it had been a long time since we had made love. Her body was writhing greatly. I started kissing her down, kissing her neck, licking her, my tongue licking her at top speed. She couldn't take it anymore, her breathing became more and more rapid, she hugged my head, her body responding to my movements, and began to unhook her bra. She lifted her back, and I skillfully unhooked the bra and took it off. Then I started to undo her belt. What a hassle, with the lights off, I didn't even know what the belt looked like. It took me a lot of effort to undo it. After undoing the belt, I started to take off her pants. Goodness, before I even started, her butt was already sticking up for me to take them off. Well, I didn't hold back and easily took off her pants. I took off my own clothes rather unceremoniously. I was wearing an underwear and a sweater, and I took them all off at once.

At this point, she was only wearing her underwear, which was my habitual action—leaving her in her underwear first. I pressed myself against her, holding her waist. It was getting a bit boring, so I started kissing her on the lips. Although it was a bit tedious, foreplay always has to be slow and steady. You can't rush a woman; it's best to give her what she wants when she wants it most. This time, I didn't kiss her lips for long; I quickly moved to her breasts and began to suckle them. She hugged my head, thrusting her chest upwards, making it easier for me to suckle her breasts. I held her waist with my left hand and slid my right hand down to caress her inner thighs. With her breast in my mouth, I used everything I could, not daring to be negligent. At this point, she couldn't take it anymore; her whole body writhed, and her breathing became rapid. I started kissing downwards, kissing her abdomen. I pulled down her underwear with both hands, feeling very excited, about to attack her cunt. With the underwear off, I began to slowly kiss downwards.

At that moment, a captivating scent wafted towards me—my favorite scent. Her vagina didn't have a strong, pungent odor; instead, it had a subtle fragrance. Since the lights were off, I kissed her vulva directly. Wow, this slut was already so wet! (I really enjoy licking women's vaginas; it's a psychological pleasure, especially when there's no strong odor and a faint fragrance. This woman was exactly that.) I held her in my mouth, sucking on her labia. At that moment, her body reacted even more intensely, gripping my head tightly and thrusting her vulva upwards in sync with my mouth's movements.

I like it this way. The more seductive a woman is, the more she can arouse a man's passion. She didn't spout lewd nonsense like the women in novels, but she moaned loudly. The louder she moaned, the more motivated I became. I spread her legs wider and sucked on the upper part of her cunt, sucking hard on her clitoris. Then I licked her clitoris hard with my tongue. I inserted my right middle finger into her vagina, which was already overflowing with fluid. Although she was 36 years old, her cunt was still quite tight. The flesh inside tightly wrapped around my finger. As I licked her clitoris and inserted my finger into her cunt, I could feel the vaginal fluid gushing out. My mouth was also full of her vaginal fluid. The taste was slightly fishy, but I could bear it.

It was a bit salty, but overall the feeling was still good. Perhaps it was because of my good mindset—making a woman feel like she's in heaven is my motto every time I have sex with a woman. With this goal in mind, I tried my best to serve her, and she cooperated very well. She held my head, her cunt forcefully pushing into my mouth, her moans growing louder and louder, her body convulsing and trembling. Suddenly, she tightened her legs around my head; I knew she desperately wanted my big cock inside. I still urged her on, continuing to lick her clitoris and suck her cunt. I pulled out my fingers and inserted my tongue into her cunt, licking the flesh inside. Her cunt was contracting at this moment, and my tongue burrowed in like an eel. From her moans, I knew she couldn't take it anymore; if I didn't penetrate her soon, she might go crazy. I got up and quickly unbuckled my belt. I pulled down my pants and underwear together, then climbed on top of her, positioning my penis against her vagina. She arched her back, cooperating with my movements; her vagina was very wet, making it easy for me to penetrate. I felt my penis being enveloped by the fleshy flesh inside her vagina—it felt so good, so warm. I kissed her lips, and my hips began to slowly thrust upwards, my penis slowly pumping in and out of her vagina. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her tongue entering my mouth. I sucked on her tongue, savoring the fragrance of her lips. She didn't seem to mind at all that my mouth had just licked her cunt. Her hips thrust upwards forcefully, revealing her wanton nature. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, putting her tongue into my mouth. I held her with my left arm and her buttocks with my right, increasing the speed, my penis thrusting in and out of her cunt.

Her wanton moans excited me immensely. The louder she moaned, the harder I thrust. After a while, I changed positions. I straightened up and spread her legs into an M shape. This was my preferred position; if the lights were on, I could clearly see my penis going in and out of her cunt—the visual impact was fantastic. Unfortunately, it wasn't the time to turn on the lights, but I didn't care anymore. I spread her legs wide and thrust forward forcefully, ensuring my large penis reached her G-spot every time. I did this for several minutes.

This position was a bit tiring, so I lifted her up and had her sit on me. She understood my intention from the movement and sat on me, my penis still inside her cunt. After she mounted me, she started wriggling and shaking her hips, which felt great. Being a mature woman, she was experienced; now it wasn't me doing her, but her doing me. I stroked her breasts with both hands, and she grabbed mine. I understood her meaning. My large hands covered her breasts, kneading them, while she thrust her hips forward forcefully. My penis felt incredibly good.

After a few minutes of this, she changed positions, pressing against my chest and lifting her hips to move them up and down. I could feel her intentionally contracting the muscles inside her vagina, gripping my penis tightly—it felt amazing. Her moans grew louder. After a while, she got tired. It was my turn. I made her lie on her stomach, and she obeyed like a bitch, lying on the bed with her buttocks raised. I guided my penis in, holding her small buttocks and thrusting hard. The rear-entry position allowed me to penetrate deeply each time, reaching her G-spot. Her moans became even more frenzied.

I gently patted and pinched her buttocks. Her buttocks weren't very firm, but they were very soft, and they felt amazing. I kept thrusting like that for a while until I felt like ejaculating. I sped up and thrust wildly. She moaned wildly, and I started to lose control. My body trembled violently. All my semen shot inside her. I was exhausted. I rested on top of her for a minute. She told me to get off and gave me tissues to wipe myself. We cleaned ourselves up.

I snuggled under the covers and held her close. She nestled in my arms like a docile kitten. I asked her if it was comfortable, and she shyly said it was. The sky outside was starting to lighten. She told her child it was time to get up for school and told me to hurry up and leave. I clung to her, reluctant to part, and squeezed her breasts. Her thighs were arched over my body, and she rubbed her vulva against mine. The seductive scent was intoxicating. We lingered like that for a few minutes. I wanted to go again, but she said no, you have to go now, the baby's about to wake up. I was disappointed, knowing there wasn't enough time. We found our clothes in the dark, got dressed, and I tiptoed to the door. Just before leaving, I kissed her cheek. She told me not to call her casually. I said, "Then contact me on QQ when you have time, because I'm married too, and sometimes it's inconvenient to call, but I'm usually online on QQ." And that was how we parted.

On the way back, I was excited the whole way. This was my first time with a mature woman, and it definitely felt much better than having an affair with a young girl. The streetlights were off; it was almost dawn. I rode my electric scooter back to my dormitory.

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