Online encounter with university teachers

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I met this woman on QQ .
I was bored at the time and added a lot of women, all of whom directly asked if I wanted a one-night stand. I didn't want to spend time and effort cultivating a relationship;
it was too time-consuming and energy-draining. So, I didn't have many conversations with her. One woman immediately agreed and even asked me to go to a hotel.
It was late at night, so I didn't dare agree. After all, I was in
another city, and safety came first, so it didn't work out. I was a little disappointed, but I didn't regret it. This woman's QQ name was very unique. I learned it was a poet's pen name. She said she was a literature teacher at a university and especially admired this poet's poetry, so she used that name for herself.
We chatted She didn't refuse my request, but she didn't immediately agree either, saying she needed to think about it. Because she was divorced and worked as a teacher
, she knew that women in their 30s and 40s were
like wolves and tigers, and in those prime years, they definitely needed the nourishment of sex, so she shared the same thoughts as me. We talked about some stimulating topics online, which
aroused my desire. Although we exchanged phone numbers, she always kept putting off meeting up. At the time, I thought she had reservations or was embarrassed, which only strengthened
my resolve to sleep with her. Looking back now, I'm a little angry; she was clearly deliberately playing hard to get.
After a while, I got a bit tired, and my desire for her wasn't as urgent anymore. How could we sleep together if we didn't meet? One night around 10 pm , I
called her to ask to meet up, and to my surprise, she agreed. So I took a taxi there. Since I wasn't familiar with the area, it took me a while to find the place, guided by her over the phone
. When I first saw her after getting out of the taxi, I thought she was pretty good. She was over 160 cm tall and quite slender. Because it was winter, she was wearing a down jacket, so I couldn't see the size of her breasts. When
she got closer under the light, I noticed a mole near her right eye. It was light in color and not very noticeable, but it made her appearance a little less harmonious, which was slightly disappointing. However, I was
looking for fun, not a wife. Once we took off our clothes, it was all the same, so I didn't pay too much attention. She lived alone in the suburbs of Nanjing, where
the streets were deserted and quiet. She didn't mention going to my place, and I didn't want to bring it up either
. After all, it's important to make a good impression on us for the long term. Looking back, I think I should have just been more direct and taken her directly, saving myself the trouble.
After discussing it for a while, we took a taxi to 1912, since it was freezing cold and walking on the street would be too uncomfortable. 1912 was a decadent entertainment venue,
crowded and with loud music. The atmosphere in the bar was lively. We found a place to order drinks, and she took off her coat, revealing her breasts. Although she was relatively
slim, her breasts were exaggerated, incredibly large. I couldn't help but drool; how wonderful it would be to devour them! She seemed to know I was observing her
and didn't look away. Instead, she seemed to respond by puffing out her chest, which excited me even more. We chatted for a while, but since I didn't like the
noisy environment, I took a taxi to take her home. Downstairs, she said to me, "It's too late, so I won't invite you up. You know the place already, so
maybe you can come over to my place sometime?" I nodded in agreement and went back to my place. After spending the night with her, I felt quite fond of her
. We only held hands briefly; for the sake of future sexual happiness, I refrained from being too forward. On the way back, she texted me, asking how I felt about her. Of course, I said she was great, otherwise I wouldn't have had
a chance to get her. She seemed very satisfied and said we should see how things went.
After that, we frequently contacted each other by phone, flirting. The female teacher liked dumplings and had a large appetite—more than me—and spoke loudly, without considering
those around her, which annoyed me. Once, I went to her office and saw her chatting with a college student who asked to meet her
for sex. She didn't hide it from me and flirted right in front of me. Then she told me, "These kids are so open-minded. I was just teasing them. How could I
do something like that? Don't overthink it." I now think this woman is very calculating, not an ordinary person, and rather flirtatious at heart, probably
having seduced quite a few men.
I felt a little disappointed, so I went over and gently hugged her, lightly kissing her earlobe. In my experience, the earlobe is a woman's sensitive area, easily aroused by it.
At the same time, my hand began to wander over her full breasts. They felt good to the touch, not sagging, and genuinely full, not just because of a bra. After a while,
she started breathing heavily and leaned against me, seemingly enjoying it. Suddenly, she stood up and said she needed to go to the bathroom, asking me to wait a moment. I found it strange;
why did she suddenly want to go to the bathroom now? When she returned, I continued my unfinished work, then unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her full breasts. Only then could I truly
see her breasts. They were clean, the nipples erect, as if waiting to be picked. The areolas were small, reddish rather than dark, suggesting they hadn't been
touched much. I bit down on one nipple, slowly stimulating it with my tongue. I felt her hug me tightly, pulling my head towards her breasts as if
she didn't want me to leave. I licked her breasts back and forth, while holding her other breast in my hand. Gradually, I noticed that if I bit her lightly
or applied a little pressure, she would let out a satisfied moan, and her arms around me would tighten. Did she enjoy having her breasts played with? Understanding
this, I became even more vigorous. Sometimes I would even deliberately bite hard, pinching the nipple and pulling it outwards, which always excited her.
Not content with just playing with her breasts, I reached for her lower body, but she stopped me, saying she was on her period and couldn't. I had no choice but to return to playing with her full
breasts . I kept licking, touching, pinching, and biting until my mouth was tired. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, muttering, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." She
pressed her head against my shoulder, not moving. That's when I realized she had orgasmed. Playing with her breasts could bring her to orgasm? Looks like I'll have to do that more often. I put
her hand on my penis, letting her feel my desire: "You've had your fun, but I haven't released yet. Help me." "
I dizzy, my mind is blank, I have no strength. I'll help you next time, okay?" She refused to help me release, no matter what. I knew she was making excuses, and I
cursed her inwardly, thinking, "Just wait until I get my hands on you."
Ever since I played with her breasts, her attitude towards me seemed to have changed. She often asked me to come see her, asked me to treat her to meals, and even asked me to buy her small gifts, but
she wouldn't let me sleep with her. I was getting annoyed. Although it wasn't much money, I felt like she was toying with me. I had to get things straight. I'm not a fool;
I can't be fooled anymore. Once, she called and said she'd seen a tank top she liked and asked me to help her decide if it was okay. I knew what she meant, so I said directly, "
If you think it looks good, I'll buy it for you, but you have to let me have my way with it, okay?" "That's not right. I'm not that kind of person. Besides, I just wanted you
to see if it looked good on me, not for you to buy it." I despised her in my heart; she wanted to be a slut while pretending to be virtuous—what a despicable person. "It's okay, if it looks good, I'll..."
"I'll buy it for you. I can buy you whatever you like in the future. I just like you and want to be happy with you." After saying this, I
despised myself; I was shameless to lie. If I slept with her, I would definitely be heartless afterward and never contact her again. This woman is a slut,
not a decent person at all; she's probably fooled countless men. She thought about it and agreed. That evening, after she got off work, we went to buy that pink
vest together; I think the brand was Saint Dior. Then we went back to her place together.
It was my first time there. The house wasn't big, just a one-bedroom apartment, but it was fairly clean. Since I knew my purpose, I didn't say much and just carried her to bed.
We both stripped naked. Her breasts were still firm, and her skin was decent; although not very fair and smooth, it was still
quite good for a woman in her thirties. There were no stretch marks on her stomach, and her pubic hair wasn't too thick, shaped like the Arabic numeral 1, not the triangular shape most women have. I bit down on
her nipple and sucked hard, my hands roaming over her body. Soon she was aroused. I made her hold my penis, and she
complied, stroking it skillfully. I reached for her vulva; it was overflowing with lustful fluid. Just as I was about to insert a finger to test its depth, she grabbed my hand, saying it
was unclean and I'd get diseases. I didn't care, inserting one finger directly. It was so wet, and seemed a bit too small, so I used two.
With her nipple in her mouth and my hand thrusting in and out of her vagina, I gave her double stimulation. At this point, she didn't care where my fingers were; her body writhed, enjoying
the stimulation.
After about five minutes, she stopped writhing, her hand that had been stroking my penis simply clenched tightly, her head tilted back, and her vagina seemed even wetter.
I said, "Feeling good? Now it's my turn." I put my penis near her mouth; she was too weak to move and passively opened her mouth. I took the opportunity to insert it, thrusting inside her
. She gently licked me with her tongue, but her teeth kept accidentally brushing against me, which hurt a little. Oh well, let's start enjoying her body. I
parted her legs and saw that her labia were quite thick and dark in color, as if she had been fucked a lot. I don't like wearing condoms, and just as I was about to start my assault, she
took a condom out from under her pillow and made me put it on, saying it would be safer that way. I felt very uncomfortable, and putting the condom under the pillow, seeing that she wasn't a good person either,
further solidified my idea: just this once, and never again. After putting on the condom, I went straight in, without any mercy, making her face turn
pale with pain. I did it on purpose, thrusting all the way in at once, without giving her any time to adjust. She squeezed my waist tightly with her legs, pushing down hard. I didn't use the
nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust; it was all thrusting all the way in, while my hands squeezed her breasts hard. Because she had just orgasmed, she was very wet, so it was easy to fuck her.
She continued to orgasm, moaning incessantly. Holding Yan's round, jade-like buttocks in my hands, the smooth, soft sensation aroused me even more. With
each thrust of my penis, patches of white fluid clung to the condom—she was incredibly wet, soaking her pubic hair. I turned her
over for a rear-entry position, clearly watching my penis slide in and out of her fleshy opening, each thrust pulling out her labia and releasing more
fluid with a squelching sound. I grabbed her buttocks and slapped them hard twice, leaving two handprints on her snow-white skin. This seemed to be a huge
stimulus for her, as she cried out loudly, "So good, so good! Faster, faster, fuck me!" She clearly had masochistic tendencies, so I didn't hold back
, thrusting hard while slapping her buttocks. She quickly reached another climax, her buttocks slamming against me, uttering lewd moans. I
couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting forcefully a dozen times before finally ejaculating. She knelt on the bed, motionless, and I inserted my fingers into her again. She convulsed
and collapsed onto the bed, too weak to resist my fingers. After resting for a while, I wanted to do it again, but she refused, though she said it nicely
: "Men need to take care of their health; they can't do it too often." I lost interest, got dressed, and left.
The next day, she contacted me again, asking me to go shopping with her, but I made excuses and didn't go. After refusing a few times, she seemed to understand and gradually stopped contacting me.
Although this kind of woman is great in bed and can give me great satisfaction, she gave me a bad impression before, so I gave up. Although sometimes
I miss her wantonness in bed, it's best not to get too involved with such a slut.

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