Beautiful female teacher in the computer lab

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I spent my university years at a relatively unknown university in southern China. Many stories unfolded during those four years, and since I'm here on sex8, I'll share the more erotic parts with you guys. My writing isn't great, it'll just be a rambling account, but the authenticity of the content is undeniable, and I hope you enjoy it. The renowned director Christopher Nolan used a brilliant technique in his films: he told a story from two perspectives and ended it in the middle. I don't have his technique, but I'd like to try and imitate it. My university story won't be told in chronological order or in reverse; I'll start from the middle. That year, I was a junior. Because I was relatively familiar with computers—not technically amazing, but still considered outstanding among my classmates—our department's computer lab had a work-study opportunity. The requirement was that applicants be familiar with both computer hardware and software to facilitate equipment maintenance. So, I got the spot. Although my family was financially well-off, since it was a technical job, no one competed with me. And so I was hastily put to work. The job itself wasn't technically demanding; every weekend I'd thoroughly clean the computer lab, reinstall the operating systems on machines with problems, and clean the dust from the computer cases. These tasks were a piece of cake for me, and I always finished quickly. However, it was a timed job, so I couldn't leave immediately, or the teacher would think I was just slacking off.
The computer lab administrator was a young female teacher named Zhang Leilei. She wasn't particularly striking in appearance, the pure and lovely type. She was tall and slender, with small breasts, probably not even a B cup, but her hips were exceptionally shapely. I especially love the way girls look when they stand straight in tight jeans, their legs slightly parted, revealing their pubic bone bulging tautly within the fabric. She was that type, so every time I saw her, my gaze couldn't help but wander downwards. But she always had a calm, expressionless face, occasionally flashing a slight smile. Her pure and lovely image instantly dispelled any wicked thoughts.
However, what you see isn't always the truth. I discovered another side of her during one of my accidental mistakes.
As a guy who loves to expend energy, university is the prime of my youth, and I needed a place to release that pent-up energy. For someone like me without a girlfriend, the hardest hit area was my "little brother" (my manhood). Since the school's computer labs have fiber optic connections, the internet speed is phenomenal when no one's around after class. It would be a waste not to use such fast speed, so I always bring an external hard drive. Before starting, I download some "study materials" using Xunlei on the management server, and then copy them with me when I leave. But every time I leave, I make sure to clear my download and browsing history.
However, one Friday, I was in a rush to get home (my home isn't far, and I only go home once a month). After clearing my browsing and Xunlei download history, I forgot to empty the recycle bin. Because I was in such a hurry to get home for the weekend, I forgot this crucial step. I only remembered it after I got home, thinking I'd clear this "mine" on Sunday afternoon.
And then, something amazing happened.
On Sunday, I went straight to the computer lab, turned on the computer, and to my horror, discovered that the recycle bin had been emptied! I sat there, stunned. Who was this? Wait a minute, only the supervising teacher might be on duty on weekends; no one else could get in, and even if they did, they wouldn't know the password to the supervising computer. My final suspect was Ms. Zhang Leilei, the computer lab's boss administrator. I thought it would be fine if she accidentally cleared it, but otherwise, it would be so embarrassing to be caught. But things often don't go as planned, otherwise, it would be like having a god's-eye view. I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I casually opened the media player on the desktop. Holy crap, I found the playback history, and it was playing the very study materials I had downloaded. I thought, "Oh no, she found out! How embarrassing!" Then I quickly cleared the media player history. If she asked, I could just deny it; there was no evidence anyway. But I figured the female teacher wouldn't be too embarrassed to ask, so it should be fine. That night, I lay in bed unable to sleep, still thinking about it. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: I'd already put them in the recycle bin, but the teacher hadn't deleted them immediately after finding out; instead, she'd played them. That meant she must have restored the videos from the recycle bin. And judging from the playback history, it wasn't the kind where you just click to watch the beginning (because the player resumes playback), but rather the entire video had finished playing. My anxiety instantly vanished. Haha, so this seemingly innocent female teacher also has a restless heart! Just like me, hahaha.
But I needed to verify this further. The following week, I did the same thing, downloading several videos and deleting them directly to the recycle bin without completely emptying it. Sure enough, on Sunday, when I checked the computer lab, I found playback history for my newly downloaded videos in the player. Now there was no doubt; it must have been Teacher Lei Lei who watched them. Immediately, a wicked yet normal thought popped into my head: to investigate this female teacher and see her hidden preferences.
This time, however, I was much bolder. I directly bookmarked the sex8 website in my bookmarks so she could see it whenever she opened her browser. Since no one had classes on weekends, only the two of us would be using the computer. I would clean it up on Sundays, so I wasn't worried about others seeing it.
On Sunday night, I went to the computer lab to verify and clear the page. To my surprise, I found that not only had the videos in the recycle bin been viewed, but there were also many more sex8 browsing records in the browser. I was also surprised to discover the teacher's hobbies: she had a lot of views on campus erotic novels and online erotic chat topics. Haha, resource categorization is great! I immediately figured out Teacher Lei Lei's preferences. Now, it's time to cater to her tastes.
A long week passed. On Friday night, I downloaded several pornographic videos about campus life. On Sunday, I made a surprising discovery: not only had I watched them all, but while cleaning, I found several crumpled tissues in the trash can behind the computer lab. This was unusual, as the computer lab's trash cans were usually empty. I examined them; the tissues looked like they had been soaked in a sticky substance and then dried in pieces. Upon closer inspection, I even found two curly hairs. I figured it was probably from watching porn and then drying it.
That night, I fantasized about the teacher watching porn and masturbated. I dreamt that the teacher was watching porn and masturbating, and I woke up suddenly, wondering if the teacher would actually masturbate in the classroom. I started planning my next move.
I bought a mini webcam online and installed it in the network cabinet opposite the management console. It was both concealed and allowed me to clearly see the entire posture of the person sitting in the chair next to me. The built-in webcam on my computer could observe facial expressions. Then I installed the Xrk remote control software (I'm writing down the first letters of the software to avoid any appearance of advertising; it's an office software, those who have used it will know, and those who haven't can pretend to know, but I'm being silly by using it here). After setting up the concealment, I waited for the show to begin.
Another weekend arrived, and everything was ready.
I hid in the computer lab next door, drew the curtains, and prepared to start working, setting up video surveillance and computer desktop monitoring, waiting for the show to start.
Finally, the video showed the teacher: she arrived, still wearing my favorite tight jeans and a white short-sleeved t-shirt. After entering the computer lab, she started working, checking that all the power was off, and turning off all the computers and monitors that weren't turned off (I was speechless; this showed a lack of trust in my work). Sure enough, after checking everything and finding no problems, she returned to the host, took out a logbook, and signed it. After completing all the tasks... I saw her sitting in the computer chair at the top of the screen, taking out her phone and starting to play. She was probably scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), because the audio coming from the webcam was a series of short videos, and those trendy songs were all too familiar. Damn, she'd been scrolling for half an hour straight! She wasn't following any set routine. I wondered if today's plan would fall through. As a wolf, not only do you need a keen sense of smell, but you also need plenty of patience. Persistence is key to victory.
As darkness fell, most of the people in the information building had left. The teacher stopped scrolling through Douyin, stood up, stretched, and disappeared from the screen. The clatter of her high heels grew fainter, followed by the sound of a door opening. I peeked through the crack in the doorway, thinking she was leaving, but it turned out she was just checking if the computer labs were empty and the lights were off. (Luckily, I was smart enough not to turn on the lights, or I'd be discovered.) Once she was sure no one was there, she went back inside, clicking the door shut. Then, I heard the sound of curtains being drawn over the microphone. My heart started racing; the real show was about to begin.
A minute later, that familiar figure reappeared in the video. She reached into her small handbag, pulled out a pair of headphones, and plugged them into the headphone jack on the computer panel. Wow, it really was the teacher. She's so meticulous in everything she does; she's done such thorough preparation.
Then I saw her hunched over the computer desk, eyes glued to the screen. I could see her every move through the desktop monitor on xrk.
She skillfully opened the BT downloader, found the downloaded directory, and started watching a video. On the monitor, a bright red copyright warning appeared in front of her screen, followed by a series of explicit scenes. She stared intently at the screen.
Sure enough, she was a teacher, more patient than me. I always fast-forwarded, but she didn't. I was incredibly impressed. As the plot unfolded, the characters' clothes mysteriously became less and less, and the action slowly began. I noticed her involuntarily tightening her legs.
As the video became more intense, the friction of her legs seemed to increase. Time passed slowly, and I guess she got tired of the repetitive scenes and started fast-forwarding. Turns out, even teachers aren't saints! Haha, the first video ended quickly. She didn't immediately start the second video. Instead, she pulled the chair back, spread her legs, glanced at her crotch area, and touched it. It was probably a little damp, but I couldn't see clearly. She took out a few tissues from her bag, folded them into a long strip, and then the stunning scene unfolded. She stood up, unbuttoned the front of her jeans, and slowly pulled them down, revealing her rounded buttocks and a white lace panty underneath. The image wasn't very clear (I secretly regretted buying a standard definition camera to save a hundred yuan; I'll definitely get a high-definition one later), but it was extremely erotic. She gently pulled down her panty, wiped herself with a tissue, placed the folded tissue inside, zipped it up, and pulled her pants up. However, there was a small detail that was quite sexy after she sat down: her jeans zipper wasn't zipped up, and the buttons weren't fastened, probably because they were too tight and uncomfortable. Just like that, a glimpse of white underwear was visible on her lower abdomen, which was rather alluring.
I watched as she finished her second preparation and started watching videos again. This time she moved much faster, mostly fast-forwarding. After nearly an hour, she had finished watching three or four videos without doing anything more outrageous. Then she closed the download folder, opened her browser, found "sex8" in her bookmarks, and started browsing the novel page. Because Xrk can monitor screen content, I could clearly see the content of the novel she was browsing, which was again in the campus romance section. As the novel's plot deepened, her face became increasingly flushed, and her breathing became more rapid. It turned out that teachers react much more strongly to novels than to videos; the written descriptions must have a greater impact on their fantasies and empathy. Suddenly, I noticed that one of her hands on the control panel was missing. I stared at the monitor screen carefully and saw that her left hand was tucked between her legs, and the flesh on her inner thighs was bulging. It was obvious that she was tucking her hand between her legs, constantly stimulating her vulva inside her jeans. As her breathing grew heavier, her hands, no longer passively trapped, slipped inside her jeans, which she had unzipped and unbuttoned, and began to explore. So that's why she hadn't buttoned or zipped them up before.
Time ticked by, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she still seemed unsatisfied. She pulled her computer chair back, stood up, and pulled down her tight jeans, leaving one leg still in the pants while the other was completely free. She then did the same with her underwear, hanging it on her left leg. (Oh, so the pants were too tight to do that, I thought.) Next, she reached for an online video, propped her right leg up on the desk, put on headphones, and started watching while simultaneously caressing her vulva. Her right hand, not idle after putting down the mouse, slipped inside her white t-shirt and began kneading her breasts. As the video progressed from the male protagonist caressing the female protagonist to beginning vigorous thrusting, the fingers that had been rubbing her vulva began to slowly probe inside, gradually increasing in speed with the rhythm of the thrusting on the screen. Slowly, her eyes became increasingly glazed, and she gasped for breath, her expression revealing that she was deliberately suppressing her moans, afraid that the security guards patrolling outside might hear the commotion.
Finally, I saw the scene I wanted to see. This afternoon wasn't wasted; I admired my own perseverance and patience. If only I had used that energy for studying, haha. But damn it, the original webcam on the computer only showed her face as she lay back in the chair, and the side-mounted webcam only showed her side movements. I couldn't see the teacher's fingers caressing her vulva at all—what a pity! However, this scene was extremely stimulating for me. I pulled out my already erect penis and started masturbating in rhythm with the teacher. Half an hour later, as she trembled with climax, I also ejaculated, thick semen shooting directly onto the teacher's image on the screen. Then, the teacher took out a USB drive, copied the files, shut down the computer, cleaned up the mess, and quietly slipped out to the adjacent duty room to sleep.
Having discovered and confirmed the teacher's repressed sensuality, my next plan started brewing in my mind.
The opportunity finally arrived. One afternoon, she came to the computer lab for a small meeting with me. During the meeting, the director called her out, saying he needed her to organize some materials, but she didn't take her phone. On a whim, I picked up her phone, wanting to further investigate this repressed teacher's secrets. I opened her phone's photo album. iPhones are great; the photo album has a recycle bin. Sure enough, I found something I shouldn't have seen: many private photos of her body parts. Although her face wasn't shown, it was clearly self-taken. Scrolling up, I even found several short videos of her touching her vulva and breasts. In a panic, I restored the photos to my own phone and then deleted them back to the recycle bin to avoid her discovery. Anyone with a modicum of sense would realize that such photos weren't taken for personal viewing. Considering my previous discovery that the teacher frequented erotic chat sites like sex8, I figured she must also enjoy flirting, hence the connection. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. My hands trembled as I opened her WeChat, but found nothing. Then I remembered I had two WeChat accounts myself; flirting would definitely be done with the secondary account. iPhones allow simultaneous logins to two WeChat accounts, though you need to switch between them. I tried it out and went to the account switching page. Wow, there was another account! The profile picture was completely different—a stunningly sexy woman, though not her own photo, probably from the internet. Entering it revealed a whole new world: a long list filled with inappropriate chat content.
My worldview was shattered. I thought I was already quite something, but this seemingly innocent teacher was actually a master. Then I did something I'm quite impressed with myself. Afraid the teacher would find out when she got back, I grabbed her phone and ran into a stall in the men's restroom. I downloaded the profile picture of a guy she'd been chatting with frequently (judging from the chat history, he seemed to have been added through the "People Nearby" feature), sent it to my phone, changed his name to match, and then used her phone to block and delete him. Next, I opened "People Nearby," added my fake account, and changed the nickname on her phone as well. The problem was, there was no chat history. I had to reluctantly delete a few chat logs, pretending the system crashed, so I wouldn't suspect just this one account. After all that, I quickly went back to the computer lab and put the phone back. Luckily, the teacher hadn't returned. Even if she had, I already had my excuse ready: I'd say my phone was dead and I used her phone as a flashlight to repair a computer in another lab.
Ever since I added this teacher's WeChat account, I haven't been able to sleep at night, staring at my alternate account waiting for this reserved teacher to flirt with me. Unexpectedly, it's almost 10 pm and there's still no movement. This wolf finally couldn't resist and sent her a lewd joke. To my surprise, I got a reply instantly: "Still not asleep?"
"Yeah," I replied. "
What are you doing?"
"Thinking of you.
" "You smooth-talking old driver, who believes you, hmph!
Really, the flagpole's already raised!
" "Don't believe me!
I'll show you!"
"Come on, come on!"
I took a picture and sent it.
"Why does it feel a little different from what you sent before? It seems a little bigger."
I panicked immediately, forgetting that the other person had also sent her that message. I could only bite the bullet and say that you were the one who made her grow up. "
Who believes that?" she said...
We
flirted back and forth like this for a long time. I also sent her a lot of GIFs. Slowly, she seemed to be getting interested, so I asked her if she liked watching porn. She said yes. I asked her where she watched it, and she said she wouldn't tell me.
I said, "You're a pro! You can even download porn yourself, you're a heroine!"
Unexpectedly, after a while, she replied, "I didn't download it myself.
" I sent a bunch of question marks. Is there really a Good Samaritan in this kind of situation? "
You know what, there really is!" she replied.
Then she confessed everything, telling me about watching porn in the computer lab, but she didn't mention that she masturbated while watching it.
I pressed my advantage, asking her if she knew who downloaded the porn.
"Yeah, I should know.
" "Who?"
"Probably the student administrator who works in our computer lab." "
So bold, downloading porn in the computer lab."
Unexpectedly, she replied, "It's nothing, that guy is only three or four years younger than me, in his early twenties, full of energy, watching porn is normal, right?"
Hahaha, I laughed speechlessly, thinking, "I didn't expect you to know me so well, no wonder you're my teacher, hahaha."
Then I continued to tease her, asking if she fantasized about doing something with the guy she downloaded, since you two were working alone in a computer lab.
Unexpectedly, she replied directly: "Proximity breeds affection, of course I'd think about it! You men like flirting with young women, we women like young, energetic guys, they're definitely capable."
I asked her why she didn't try seducing him, and she said she wouldn't dare, how could a teacher and student do that kind of thing? She said it was fine to just think about it. I teased her, saying, "Those movies you watch are mostly about students messing with teachers, and you like them. Since he downloaded them, it means he likes those kinds of plots too. Maybe that student administrator really has feelings for you."
After a long pause, she replied: "How could that be? Let's not talk about that anymore, let's do text-based sex like before, I've thought about it."
I then provoked her: "Are you thinking about doing it with that student of yours? Your pussy's itching, isn't it?" "Yes, "
she replied obediently... After more than an hour of intense flirting, I ejaculated, and she came too, even smearing the water off her fingers for me to see. Little did she know, the person she was flirting with was actually her student administrator. It was incredibly exciting. The following week, when we met in the computer lab, I acted very naturally, but her gaze flickered, as if she couldn't look me in the eye. I knew what was going on, but I noticed a complex emotion in her eyes—the complex feelings of a man and a woman. From then on, every time I went to the computer lab, I wore a basketball jersey, a loose t-shirt, and baggy shorts, deliberately showing off my erection. I could secretly see her glancing at my genitals out of the corner of her eye. I pretended not to see, but inside I was overjoyed. This woman was interested, just like a guy. Unexpectedly, that night she proactively messaged me on my alternate account: "I'm so excited today, I kind of want it." "Why so early today? It's not even eight o'clock yet," I asked. " I felt something, so I messaged you as soon as I got home," she said. "So urgent? Why?" I asked. "I saw him today," she said. "Who is it?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "My student administrator," she said. " What's so exciting about seeing him? You two see each other every two or three days," I asked. " No, it's because he was wearing different clothes today, and there was a huge bulge down there. It looked really big. I was excited when I saw it in the computer lab office, and I held back until I came to find you," she said. " Haha, I didn't expect you to be so sensitive. You can get excited just by looking at someone outside without them taking their clothes off. " "It's mainly because I haven't done it in a long time, and I don't usually pay attention to this. After talking to you last time, I feel really aroused whenever I see him. And today he was dressed like that, and I noticed how big his thing was, so I got excited," she replied. " So, do you want him to fuck you?" I pressed. "Yes," she answered. I was so excited I almost ejaculated. Holding back, I spent another hour or so teasing her until she climaxed before I stopped. Finally, I sent her a message: "You can try some physical contact with him. He shouldn't refuse. It's easy for a woman to pursue a man." You could also wear hot pants or a short skirt to attract his attention; men are visual creatures. After a while, she seemed to regain her senses and said I usually wear jeans and don't have shorts or skirts. I secretly groaned, thinking I wouldn't get the chance to see her. But something surprising happened right away. That Saturday afternoon, I was playing basketball with my classmates, running around energetically and sweating profusely. Just as I was getting into the swing of things, a classmate called me, saying my phone was ringing. I looked and saw it was the administrator calling. I thought, "Did I not finish my work properly this Friday? Am I going to have to go back and redo it?" But when I answered the phone, she said, "Xiao Tian, come over here. There's something I need your help with." How could I refuse a call from a beautiful teacher? I grabbed my water bottle and rushed to the computer lab. When I got there and saw the administrator, I was also taken aback. She was, for the first time ever, strolling around the computer lab in a super short skirt, her slender, supple skin exposed to the air. Staring at those legs—legs I could admire for a year without getting tired of them—I was stunned, completely mesmerized. What's more, she had just mentioned on WeChat a couple of days ago that she didn't own anything like that. Was she deliberately buying it to seduce me? Why hadn't she worn it the other day? A hundred questions swirled in my mind. "Xiao Tian, what's wrong?" she called out, startling me awake. "Teacher, you look so beautiful today! I...I..." " What's wrong? You're usually so eloquent, why are you stammering today?" I asked, embarrassed. Then I asked her again, "You've never worn a super short skirt before, teacher. Why today?" She blushed and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the school is strict, and I'm setting a good example. Today is Saturday, not a regular workday, so I dressed more comfortably." I immediately understood. Oh—so it was Smart wearing a short skirt on Saturday, and since I wasn't in the computer lab on Saturday, she deliberately called me today asking for help. It probably wasn't anything serious, just an excuse to get close to me and seduce me. I didn't expect her to act so quickly, only two days ago. I asked her: "What do you need me to do? Nothing much, just that my layout skills are limited, and something isn't quite right. Could you help me while I work on it? I know you're pretty good with the software." " Okay."

"Come sit down," she gestured to a stool next to her. I sat down, and she did too. We started working side-by-side at the computer. I helped her organize the document, and she told me what needed to be changed.
We were already sitting quite close, but she would still occasionally lean forward, as if she couldn't see the content on the screen. Actually, she was trying to press her thighs against mine.
I pretended not to notice and continued making changes calmly. After a while, I felt we were very close, so I jokingly asked her, "Teacher, I just came back from playing ball and I'm all sweaty. I'm not going to smell bad, am I?" "
Why are you asking that? I can't smell anything," she said. "
But I can smell your perfume. My body odor is so strong, you should be able to smell it too." "
Your nose is so sensitive! I only wore a little perfume today, just a tiny bit, and you could smell it."
"Of course, my nose is very sensitive."
"But I can't smell your body odor. Have you been here so long that I've gotten used to it?" she said.
"How could that be?" I raised my arm and brought it close to her nose. She cooperated, pretending to take a deep breath. There really was a scent, but...
but what? I asked.
She slowly replied, "But I don't find the smell unpleasant; it's actually quite alluring, the scent of youth, I guess."
As soon as she said that, my penis immediately became erect, creating a small tent in my pants. At that moment, I made a small movement, ostensibly adjusting my clothes to avoid her seeing and feeling embarrassed, but actually deliberately pulling at my clothes to draw her attention to my penis. Then, not adjusting it properly, it looked even more erect. Following my movement, she looked down, her face instantly turning red. She tapped my head and said, "You little rascal, how could you do this? Behave yourself."
And then, that was it.
That night, unsurprisingly, she proactively messaged my alternate account on her secondary account, telling me what had happened that day, asking me to help her reach another climax. Afterwards, she asked me to help her think of a plan, and she actually did.
Oh dear, asking me for advice was like walking into a trap. I told her, "Go all in! Next week, you should still dress sexy and summon him, then pretend to accidentally open that sex8 website on your computer. Since that student is still there, you won't be too embarrassed, and things will be easier later. "
Okay, she just replied with one word and went to sleep.
Good things always happen on weekends. It was Saturday again, the Saturday I'd been looking forward to.
At the same basketball court, halfway through the game, my phone rang again. It was that teacher you're all familiar with. I went back to help her with the same routine.
I quietly waited for her to make a mistake, because I had taught her beforehand. She just didn't know that the young man sitting in front of her was that online friend, that he had already seen through everything and was waiting for her to put on a show.
Half an hour later, she gasped. I leaned close to her computer screen, and a racy webpage appeared before me, displaying a series of suggestive images. One image showed a man's penis inserted into a girl's vagina—the scene was incredibly embarrassing. She covered her face and lay on the table, pretending not to see. Wow, this acting was a bit too fake. I casually closed the webpage for her, patted her shoulder, and said, "It's okay, it's nothing. Students are adults too, teacher, please don't mind." Then she looked up, blushing, and asked, "You watch this kind of thing too?"
"Of course," I replied. I continued, "Not just me, everyone in my dorm watches it, and we even discuss it."
"You men are all the same, a bunch of perverts," she said. "What do you discuss?" she asked. "
I'm not afraid of anything now, we talk about which girl in our class has a good figure or something."
"Do you talk about teachers?" she asked.
"Of course," I said, "Actually, we've discussed you too."
"Ah!" "What are you talking about me about?" she asked softly, blushing.
I was embarrassed and stammered. "
It's okay, just tell me. It's just the two of us, it'll be fine if we talk it out," she comforted me. " Well,
I'll tell you then. Everyone thinks your legs are beautiful, and some people secretly take pictures of your back on campus, then they look at your legs and buttocks at night in the dorm and do 'that'," I said. "
What? What do you mean? Which one?" she asked.
"It's... it's masturbating
," I stammered. She immediately punched me lightly. "You guys are so lewd! Have you done it?"
"I... I... a few times," I said.
She shyly punched me again. "You're even worse, it wasn't just once." "
Well, it's not my fault, I just really feel something for your body." "
So, your erection just now was because of me?" she said with a mischievous smile. "
Who else could it be but you? It's just the two of us here, there's no one else upstairs." I emphasized the part about no one else upstairs.
She seemed to have received some inspiration, and became bolder, saying, "There's no one else here, let's talk freely. Today you're not my student and I'm not my teacher, how about we become best friends like male and female best friends?" She said.
"Okay, I like this feeling," I readily replied.
My unworthy little brother stood up again. She saw it, pointed, and asked, "You're not thinking of masturbating again, are you?" " How
could I do that in front of you?" I said.
She said, "Then what should we do? The internet says that repeated erections without ejaculation can damage the prostate." "
You really know a lot," I thought to myself. I went along with it, "It's all your fault, you have to take responsibility.
" "What responsibility? How can I take responsibility?" she said, not forgetting to punch me. "
It's all because you dressed so sexily, your white thighs pressed against mine, and you smelled so good, it made me have all sorts of fantasies."
"So what? I like to dress like this."
"Then you have to take responsibility," I said. "
How do you want me to take responsibility? I'm your teacher, even if we were best friends, I wouldn't let you do that."
"Which one, teacher?" I teased her, haha. "
You know, you're a bad guy," she said.
I shamelessly said, "Teacher, do you mean 'do-fuck'?" I deliberately emphasized the word "
fuck," and of course she understood. She told me to get lost and even tried to hit me, but this time I wasn't afraid of her. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my hot, hard penis, then whispered in her ear, "I won't fuck your pussy, I'll fuck your hand, okay?" She shuddered from the breath and involuntarily squeezed her legs together, but her hand didn't leave, still pressing against my penis.
"Give me a rub, teacher."
She didn't say anything, but her actions confirmed it. Her hand on my penis turned into a gentle caress.
Then she rested her head on my chest. I reached out and put my arm around her waist, my hand stroking her waist. After a while, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Put it in."
Then she obediently put her hand inside my sweatpants, grabbed my penis, and started stroking it up and down.
Gradually, I got excited too. I lowered my head and kissed her as she held me in her arms, my hands wandering restlessly towards her crotch. But she only let me touch her from the outside, not inside. She masturbated me for about ten minutes, and my hand seemed to get sore, but I still didn't ejaculate. She looked up at me pitifully, and I asked her if she had ever given her boyfriend oral sex before. She nodded.
I stood up, and then the teacher knelt between my legs, pulling down my shorts and underwear. My enormous penis stood proudly in front of her face. I pointed to my penis, then to her mouth.
She knelt down and obediently began licking my penis, her tongue sweeping up and down from my testicles. Not bad, I didn't realize she was such an expert. After licking for a while, she swallowed it whole. Sitting there watching my teacher, who usually did this, sucking on my big penis, the feeling could only be described as pure bliss.
I felt so good that my legs went weak, and I staggered back, pulling over a chair to sit down and spreading my legs. The teacher obediently knelt between my legs to adjust to the change in the height of my penis.
Seeing how much I was enjoying myself, she couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly gave me a deep throat. This stimulation was devastating; my penis throbbed and I ejaculated. She was experienced; feeling the throbbing, she immediately released her grip and quickly turned her face away. But she wasn't as fast as me, and a spurt of semen landed on her face. Luckily, she turned her head quickly enough, and the rest of the spurt landed mostly on her hair. The scene... indescribable. So sexy, so exciting! But I had to do the cleanup...
[The End]

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