My teacher is willing to be my sex slave.

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Zhang Ting is my homeroom teacher, she teaches English, and she's probably in her early thirties. Although she's petite, she's notoriously "vicious." I skipped half a day of class this morning, and now I'm sure I've been caught. "Where did you go this morning?" As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw Zhang Ting's icy face. "This is bad!" I thought to myself, lowering my head in fear and remaining silent.
"What, you think I can't do anything to you if you don't talk? Don't attend class, come to my office." Zhang Ting said coldly, turning and walking away without looking back. My heart pounded, and I could only slink after her, the only sound the clatter of her high heels on the floor. When we got to her office, Zhang Ting didn't even glance at me before sitting down and starting to grade papers. I didn't dare breathe, wanting to ask but afraid of angering her, so I just stood there.
Zhang Ting seemed to have forgotten me. She leaned back lazily in her chair, legs crossed, one hand deftly sketching on her workbook. Her slightly wavy long hair, unbound, cascaded like black waves over her slender shoulders. Strands of hair obscured her eyes, making them appear somewhat blurry. Her nose wasn't high, but small and delicate, with fine freckles. Her rosy lips were tightly pursed. She wore no makeup, and her slightly dark skin radiated a healthy glow.
I had never paid attention to my homeroom teacher's face before. She was usually either standing high at the podium or sternly reprimanding me. Teachers were absolutely dangerous to students, especially those who misbehaved. My feelings towards teachers were usually nothing more than hostility and an innate fear. Therefore, I had never cared about her appearance. This was the first time I had observed her so closely. To be honest, putting aside my initial disgust, Zhang Ting wasn't exactly ugly. While not the kind of stunning beauty, she was at least of average looks. It was only because I'd been insulted by her so often that I always found her repulsive.
This feeling didn't last long. Perhaps Zhang Ting felt she'd made me stand there long enough, and finally stopped writing. "You should drop out," Zhang Ting said calmly, her voice as cold as ice. She always liked to use that lecturing tone. "What's the point of a student like you going to school? You should just go home. Continuing to study will only bring shame to your parents." She looked at me contemptuously, as if I were a dog.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd been humiliated by her like this, I still felt a surge of anger in my chest. Zhang Ting always found the words that would hurt me the most; I could almost hear my blood boiling. Zhang Ting didn't realize it; she was already used to this kind of scolding. Perhaps this was her job, her life. In fact, even if she did realize it, it wouldn't matter. In front of students, the teacher's position is supreme, enough to quell any insignificant anger from the students. So, she continued to stare at me with cold eyes.
"No matter how I scold you, it won't work. You have no self-respect whatsoever. Are you even a man?"... The other teachers in the office had gone to class, and I knew Zhang Ting didn't have class in the afternoon. Time was still long. I endured it. The hour hand on the wall clock finally moved one notch.
Perhaps Zhang Ting had vented her anger, or perhaps she was tired of scolding, so she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest. I glared at her fiercely. Every word she said felt like a whip lashing my self-esteem, but she was a teacher, and I could only silently endure it. Perhaps because she was facing a student who was still a child in her eyes, Zhang Ting reclined timidly, completely uninhibited. She rested her head on the back of the chair, her long, wavy hair cascading down the back, her long eyelashes partially obscuring her eyes, slightly curled, her lips parted to reveal a small portion of her teeth. "Slutty!" I cursed inwardly, but my gaze couldn't help but linger on her.
Today, Zhang Ting was wearing a cream-colored cheongsam-style dress with high slits on both sides. She had casually crossed her right leg over her left, completely opening the skirt and exposing her thighs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, to my gaze. I held my breath, my eyes unable to leave. Zhang Ting was short, but sitting on the chair, her legs appeared beautiful. Her thighs were round and full, and the tops of her stockings were rolled up, revealing the fair skin at the base of her thighs. Her slender calves were shapely and firm, gleaming alluringly. Her small feet were hooked upwards, wearing milky-white high-heeled sandals without buckles at the heels, one end dangling on the toes, revealing her delicate and rounded ankles. The heels were very high, about 20 cm. My lower body pressed against her jeans, and I involuntarily took a small step forward, getting closer to her.
Zhang Ting was still fast asleep, her tight dress hugging her petite yet curvaceous body. Her high breasts rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and I could almost see the shape of her nipples trembling slightly. There was a small gap between the neckline and her chest of her dress, allowing me to vaguely see her face. Her full breasts were encased in a traditional Western-style bra, only the white nipple hooks visible. The bra itself was white.
Suddenly, I felt a wild, beast-like urge within me, and I felt a fluid flowing from my genitals. Zhang Ting woke up at that moment. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, clearly unaware that I had approached her. "Get out and stand by the wall! Seeing you makes me angry!" she cursed, still seething with rage. I responded fiercely. The sun was setting, the evening glow painting the sky with a mournful crimson. I rubbed my legs, which were aching from standing, and looked out through the office window. There were hardly any people left in the school building. Zhang Ting was already packing her bag, preparing to go home.
She gave me a cold look. "Call your family tomorrow, or don't come to class!" "Ah…" I couldn't help but cry out. Although I was past the age of physical punishment, my parents had always been extremely strict, never relaxing their discipline even when busy with their business. I still harbored an indescribable fear of them. "They're not home; they're out of town on a business trip," I said, head bowed. "Oh? They're out? What a coincidence! Okay, since you don't want them to come, I'll just visit your house tonight, so they don't have to run around everywhere." Zhang Ting seems to have a lot of experience in this area; she saw through me immediately.
I could only stand there dumbfounded. I hadn't expected her to be so determined to destroy me; a home visit would only make things worse. Zhang Ting didn't even look at me and walked straight out, stopping abruptly at the door. "I've already reported your matter to the Student Affairs Office. It seems you'll have to leave some memories before graduation. Your father probably wants to know this news even more than you do." Zhang Ting smiled. Perhaps only at times like this would she have such a smile. The other teachers in the office were also smiling. The huge school building seemed to be filled with only one lonely figure.
A teacher's home visit made the journey home feel longer than ever before. I really didn't know how to broach the subject with my family, to tell them I was going to be punished. My dad would definitely kill me. I opened the bedroom door; the living room was empty and pitch black. The once warm home now felt indescribably eerie and terrifying. I cautiously walked in and placed my schoolbag on the sofa. "I'm home," I called softly. The room remained silent. I breathed a sigh of relief; at least I didn't have to face my family's angry eyes immediately, and I was secretly thankful. Only then did I notice a note on the coffee table in front of the sofa. It was my father's handwriting.
"Your mother and I went out on business and won't be back for a few days. Put the money in the drawer, eat out by yourself, and behave yourself while you're home alone." Good heavens, he can lie so convincingly; it's unbelievable. You can run away one day, but you can't hide the truth forever. They'll find out when they get back! I couldn't help but sit there in a daze, my thoughts a complete blank. It's all because of that woman; I couldn't help but think of Zhang Ting's vicious and cold expression again.
"...You have no self-respect..." "...What's the point of going to school...Go home..." "...Are you even a man, huh..." Anger ignited in my chest. Bitch, slut, I cursed inwardly. Who did she think she was? Just a middle school teacher, thinking she could act with impunity just because she's temporarily our teacher? She always puts on a superior air, as if we're all just tools for her to demonstrate her authority. Although she always says that being a teacher is such a sacred profession, in reality, since she can only be a middle school teacher, she's just an average student. That sacred mask is all just empty boasting. She always thinks what she says is the absolute truth, never admitting her mistakes. What are they anyway? Zhang Ting, I will definitely get my revenge on you!
It was 7 PM. "Ding—" The doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, I saw Zhang Ting standing at the door. That bitch, she really wasn't going to let me go. I opened the door, my eyes still as cold as an iceberg. She didn't even look at me, stomping into the house rudely. I gently closed the door, turned around, and saw Zhang Ting with her back to me. Zhang Ting had changed her clothes, all in black. A sleeveless black sheer blouse clung tightly to her prominent breasts, outlining her shapely curves. The thin straps of her black bra were faintly visible through the sheer fabric at the shoulders. A
silk mini-skirt covered only part of her thighs. She wasn't wearing stockings, her snow-white legs bare, and black high-heeled sandals—a very trendy style, with no straps at the back, just like slippers. Perhaps she had just showered; her hair was wet, tied haphazardly with only a black silk scarf, and she smelled faintly of perfume. This stinky woman really knows how to dress.
Zhang Ting looked around the room. "Have a seat!" Zhang Ting sat on the sofa, her legs crossed. Her short skirt covered even less, and her snow-white, full thighs made my blood boil. "Where are your family?" Zhang Ting asked coldly. "I have some things to do downstairs, I'll be right back." "I was a little nervous," Zhang Ting didn't notice. "Oh, I thought they really went out of town." Zhang Ting sneered. I mumbled an answer and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of cola. "Teacher Jin, have some water." "Hmph, it's no use trying to please me now. I'll say whatever I want later. You brought this on yourself. You'll never learn your lesson if I don't teach you a lesson!" She stared at me with disgust. I responded coldly.
Zhang Ting stood up from the sofa in annoyance. Her round buttocks tugged at the hem of her short skirt, revealing glimpses of her black underwear. I felt another surge of desire. She had already entered my room.
"Is this your room?" "Yeah." I answered irritably, my eyes still fixed on her ample thighs beneath her short skirt. She was looking at my bedroom with disdain. That look ignited the hatred I felt that afternoon, and I couldn't suppress the savage desire within me. I wanted to have sex with this woman who was my homeroom teacher. I closed the bedroom door. "What are you doing?" Zhang Ting turned around in surprise. "Fuck you!" I answered viciously.
Zhang Ting froze in front of me, looking completely bewildered. Perhaps she never expected her usually timid student to dare utter such vulgar words, or perhaps she was terrified by my murderous gaze. She leaned back, only able to hold onto the wall behind her for balance.
I whispered five words in her ear: I want to penetrate. She was too scared to utter a sound. I repeated: Okay? Actually, at that moment, I was already preparing to undress her. She gave a soft "hmm," and I immediately took the order. I quickly took off her panties and found that there was already a lot of water between her legs. I easily inserted myself and started thrusting, but after a few thrusts, I found that my glans was a little sore, so I stopped. She trembled slightly, her voice trembling with desire: "Good...good brother...my...my little hole...is really...it's so...it's so itchy..." Her moans were as alluring as birdsong, making my body throb with desire. Our body temperatures rose and trembled, we forgot our own existence, even the affairs of the world, we were completely absorbed in the pleasure. The fire of lust spread from our tongues throughout our bodies, every cell was active, caressing and excited, we lost our reason, our bodies boiling with desire.
I heard her moan again: "So...so beautiful...so...so long...not like this...this...so comfortable...you...you hurry...suck...my breasts...my nipples...it's so itchy...hum..."
At this moment, these sounds made me unconsciously do as she said, and I rubbed my big cock against her vulva as much as possible. Her nipples were also pink, firm and erect.
As I suckled her nipple, it bounced in my mouth, which was so delightful. I kissed her until her left leg was raised, and she moaned wildly… I slowly kissed my way down from her nipple, her protruding vulva resembling a split peach. Her thick, shiny black pubic hair contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, making her incredibly alluring and tempting. Her delicate vulva, beneath the black pubic hair, revealed two delicate, rosy labia, and a small cleavage, glistening with morning dew, was captivating.
As she moaned, she arched her body, trying to bring her itchy, throbbing vulva into contact with my large penis. She cried out in a wanton voice, "Brother...darling...please...have mercy...my hole is waiting...hurry up and put it in...I can't take it anymore..." Her two pink thighs were spread wide in a "V" shape, allowing the thick, black penis to penetrate even deeper. She crossed her legs upwards, clamping my buttocks, and swayed her hips to welcome the thrusts. She cried out repeatedly, a look of pleasure on her face. She had tasted the sweetness she hadn't experienced in a long, long time. I gradually increased the speed and depth of my thrusts, sometimes rotating and rubbing my penis against her cervix, making her tremble with unbearable pleasure. I called to her again, and kneeling behind her with my penis erect, I thrust forward and "whoosh," it entered her with a resounding "whoosh."
The doggy-style lovemaking made her vagina feel both sore and numb, an indescribable sensation. She cried out incoherently, "Oh... um... fuck... fuck me... fuck me to death... your... your cock... is so long... it's making... my... bones... feel... so weak... hum... hum... so beautiful... so beautiful... I... am... about to die... oh... oh... so beautiful... ah... so... so wonderful... so... so comfortable... um... I... I can't live... I can't live anymore... hum... I'm going to... go to heaven... I'm going to... I'm going to... come... faster... faster... fuck me a couple more times... let me... feel more... more pleasure... come out... hum... hum... yes... yes... come out... come out... um..."
My glans was shot with hot vaginal fluid, and I couldn't help but tighten my sphincter. The strong and powerful semen couldn't help but rush out, spraying her vagina comfortably. After cuddling in bed for a while, the two got up to eat something. At this moment, the teacher said shyly, "Luckily, your parents aren't home today. I like you, and I don't want you to drop out. I want you to be my student forever."

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