Why is your homeroom teacher?

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My company is in the provincial capital, where I also bought a house, got married, and brought my parents to live with me.

I often travel to my original city for business, which is very close to the provincial capital—only an hour or two by train.

This time, I closed another deal back home, which meant another commission. After dinner with the client, it was late, so I found a hotel to stay in.

Just as I lay down, the phone rang; it was the landlady.

She said, "Sir, would you like some special services? We just got a new one, a laid-off female worker. Although she's a bit older, she's quite voluptuous, has a very good service attitude, and the price is very reasonable. Would you like her to come and check her out first?"

I wanted to refuse immediately, but then I checked my wallet. I'd just made a small profit on another deal, and good things come to those times, so why not take a look?

So I said, "Okay, let her come up."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door three times. I said, "Come in, the door's unlocked."

A woman entered, wearing a black, tight-fitting dress and high heels. She was quite voluptuous. She wore large sunglasses and kept her head down, so I couldn't see her face.

I said, "Take off your glasses, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

She took off her glasses, slightly raised her head, and looked at me. At that moment, we both froze. It was her…

I never imagined that the prostitute standing in front of me would be my junior high school English teacher and homeroom teacher, Liu Hongmei!

When she saw me, her mouth dropped open, and her glasses fell to the ground with a clatter.

She was a renowned English teacher in our area, her husband worked for the government, and they weren't short of money. How could she have fallen to this state?

After a few seconds of silence, I quickly got off the bed and helped the trembling Ms. Liu sit down. "Ms. Liu," I said, "what happened? You...you didn't come to the wrong place, did you?"

I couldn't think of a better way to put it, so I asked this tactfully.

She burst into tears, covering her face and shaking her head, saying, "No, this is what I do now. I'm a slut, a shameless woman!"

She then sobbed uncontrollably.

I didn't press further, poured her a glass of water, and waited until she calmed down before recounting everything that had happened over the years.

It turned out that her husband had been arrested a few years ago for embezzlement, bribery, and misappropriation of public funds. Most of their assets had been confiscated by the government, leaving them with some savings. She had heard everywhere that someone could exonerate her husband, at least reduce his punishment. In desperation, she gave that person a lot of money, only to find out he was a swindler who disappeared after taking the money, leaving the family destitute.

The school, upon learning of her husband's affair, removed her from her position as head of the English teaching and research office, and she was even barred from being a homeroom teacher. She could no longer make a living at the school.

To make matters worse, her husband suffered a heart attack while incarcerated. Although he survived, he required long-term treatment and was later released on medical parole, continuing his hospital care at his own expense.

The school only allowed her to continue teaching because of this; otherwise, she might have lost her job.

Her family was desperate for money, leaving her with no other choice but to take this path.

Now, she works during the day, takes care of her husband at the hospital after work, and then does this at night. She says she can earn a little money with her looks, and every time she wants to quit, she's tempted to go back to a man's room the next day for the money…

As she spoke, she calmed down: "I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, this is what I do now. If you think I can still arouse your desire, then… just help the teacher, okay?"

She looked at me with pleading eyes.

I never imagined that my once-proud homeroom teacher and English teacher would beg her student to sleep with her; she must really be desperate for money.

My heart softened, and I took out three thousand yuan from my bag and gave it to her, saying, "Teacher Liu, take this. As your former student, I want to help you."

She excitedly accepted the money, saying, "So much? How can I accept this? This..."

I persuaded her a few more times, finally saying, "Consider it a loan. You can pay me back slowly when you have the money, okay?"

Teacher Liu thanked me profusely, almost kneeling down.

She put the money in her bag, wiped away her tears, turned around, and slowly began to unbuckle her belt.

I knew what she was going to do, but I still couldn't accept the fact that she was going to sleep with her own homeroom teacher. Just as her dress hit the floor and she reached for her bra, I immediately went up to her and stopped her: "No, Ms. Liu, please don't... As your student, I can't do such a thing. Please get dressed and leave."

She didn't insist anymore, but thanked me again. Finally, she gave me her phone number, saying, "If you ever want to do that again, just tell me. As a woman, I have nothing else to repay you with."

After saying that, she left. The meaning of her last sentence was clear: I could still contact her if I wanted to have sex with her again.

I saved her number in my phone and sighed, "Life is so unpredictable. A good teacher has actually fallen into prostitution."

For a while afterward, I would sometimes think about this incident. Because I was very busy with work, I gradually forgot about it after returning to the provincial capital.

I never thought about going back to her.

A few months later, I returned to my hometown again to discuss a business deal. After the deal was finalized that night, I stayed overnight in a hotel.

Lying in bed that night, bored, I started fiddling with my newly bought phone.

As I scrolled through the pages, the phone number "Liu Hongmei" caught my eye, and I stopped.

Suddenly, I started reminiscing about the three years Ms. Liu was my homeroom teacher.

Actually, Ms. Liu was quite attractive and had a good figure. She was already in her late thirties then, but she was very charming and came from a well-off family, so she dressed very fashionably.

However, she was quite strict with us back then, and assigned a lot of homework, so we mostly felt awe towards her and overlooked her other side.

Thinking about it carefully, her breasts were very perky, and they jiggled up and down when she walked. Her buttocks were also particularly large and round, and she always liked to wear tight skirts, making her buttocks look plump.

I remembered something from before. Once during self-study, the student in front of me asked her a question, and she stood beside me to answer it. When I looked up, I saw her large buttocks facing me; it was really alluring. She was also wearing a tight short skirt, and I could even see the outline of her underwear.

A little while later, one of her actions aroused me even more. She bent down to explain to her classmates. Everyone knows that women always feel that their buttocks are more alluring. She talked for several minutes, and I kept glancing up at her high, protruding buttocks. I felt aroused, but at that time I didn't have any other thoughts. I was too busy with her to have any desire for a middle-aged woman.

But now, thinking about it, it feels different, especially knowing that she has turned to prostitution. I remembered the last time I saw her. She was as beautiful as ever, still dressed quite fashionably, and her figure had hardly changed, except for her slightly pale complexion. Considering she's forty-five or forty-six years old now, it's not easy to maintain that appearance.

I recalled the moment she took off her dress and started to unhook her bra; she was incredibly alluring. Her breasts were so big, and half of them weren't covered by the bra. It was the first time I'd ever seen Ms. Liu half-naked. I was a little tempted, but considering our past teacher-student relationship, I stopped her. If she had taken off her bra, who knows what might have happened…

Thinking of this, I unconsciously rubbed my hardening penis, a fire of desire gradually burning within me. Since she was now willing to sell herself, and such an alluring middle-aged woman, why not…

While hesitating, I suddenly remembered her last words: “If you ever want to do that again, just tell me. As a woman, I have nothing else to repay you with.”

I remembered her words clearly. I steeled myself and dialed her number.

She answered quickly, saying, “It’s you. Is there anything I can do for you?”

I asked, “Are you free now?”

She immediately and enthusiastically agreed, “Yes, yes, yes! Do you want me to come over? I can come right away.”

I was overjoyed and said, “Okay, come on over, thank you.”

I gave her my address and room number.

About forty minutes later, she arrived.

This time she was wearing a black suit, like a professional woman, with a black tight-fitting short skirt and black stockings.

She had clearly dressed simply; her hair was up, and she wore light makeup.

She smiled and said, "I had time to come back today. I didn't prepare much, just dressed up a bit."

Her tone was nothing like her usual homeroom teacher manner; it was more like she was trying to please me.

I said, "Oh, I just thought of it on the spur of the moment. It's fine as it is, no need for any preparation."

She said somewhat nervously, "Then, can we begin?"

I knew, of course, what she meant by "begin.

" I asked, "Ms. Liu, is there anything else? If you have something to do, you can go back now."

She quickly said, "No…nothing. My husband is in the hospital. I took care of him and went home. I'll stay here tonight."

Hearing this, I was secretly delighted; I could have some fun with her tonight.

I asked, "Is your husband's condition better?"

She nodded, "He's been relatively stable lately. He's just taking some medication at the hospital; it's nothing serious."

As she spoke, I kept staring at her. She

was still as captivating as ever; my attention began to shift to her.

After chatting for a while, I felt a little awkward about speaking first, so I said, "Ms. Liu, you must be tired. Would you like to take a shower?"

She blushed and said, "No need for that, I just showered at home before coming."

I could smell the scent of shower gel on her; she must have just showered.

She sensed my meaning and said, "Well, can we start now?"

I nodded, sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and watched her.

She slowly stood up, unbuttoned her coat, and took it off, revealing a beige silk blouse underneath. She started unbuttoning it from the collar, one button at a time, until the blouse split in two, revealing her large breasts encased in a black lace bra.

After taking off the blouse, she gently pulled down the zipper on the side of her short skirt, which immediately slipped down, revealing her rounded thighs in black stockings and black lace panties.

I could tell the bra and panties were a set; she was so alluring, not at all like a woman in her forties, not inferior to a woman in her twenties, and even more captivating.

She smiled at me, walked to the bedside, and put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra.

I quickly said, "Okay, don't take it off yet."

She immediately put her hands down and asked, "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong, teacher?"

I said, "No, no, Teacher Liu, your lingerie is too tempting. I want to admire it a little longer."

As I said this, I reached out and pulled her down. She obediently leaned against me and said, "I didn't expect that someone would still say I'm tempting at my age."

I said, "Mature women like you are the most tempting, hehe."

She laughed too.

I squeezed her breasts. They were soft and plump, not as elastic as my wife's, but much bigger. It was the first time I had ever played with such big breasts.

While I was touching them, she started to help me undress until she took off my pants. When she saw my penis sticking out of my underwear, she asked me, "Is it okay?"

To be honest, I was still a little nervous about showing my penis in front of my former homeroom teacher. Looking at her charming appearance, I nodded.

She carefully took off my underwear, and my hard penis was exposed in front of her.

She said, "Wow, they're so big! You weren't this big in junior high."

We both chuckled.

I said, "Teacher, your breasts and butt were already this big in junior high, and they're still so beautiful now."

She said, "After all these years, you finally have a chance to play with them. I hope you like it."

"Hehehe..."

The conversation between teacher and student back then had turned into a conversation between a client and a prostitute—it was incredibly exciting.

She stroked my penis and said, "How about I give you a blowjob first?"

I was taken aback. I didn't expect her to do that now, and even use professional "terms." I was still a little embarrassed.

Before I could say anything, she had already taken my penis into her mouth, her warm oral cavity enveloping it.

Her technique was really good; she was swallowing and licking my glans with her tongue from time to time, the rhythm was just right.

Watching her head bob up and down on my penis, waves of tingling sensations surged from my groin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my former homeroom teacher sucking on my penis.

She continued for several minutes without stopping, working incredibly hard.

I instinctively pressed my hand down on her head, mimicking what I'd seen in porn.

She glanced up at me, thinking I wanted her to go deeper, and immediately shoved my penis all the way into her mouth.

I felt the head of my penis almost reach her throat; this must be what deep throating feels like. She made muffled sounds, probably because she was uncomfortable.

I said, "Ms. Liu, you don't need to go so deep, it feels great already, ah... ah..."

I couldn't help but moan with pleasure too.

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