College students who have taken an internship

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I live in a bustling city in the north, a city with a thriving heavy industry, and I
work in a factory. The factory is quite far from the city center. This happened just this year, and ever since,
we feel embarrassed whenever we see her.

The work is very demanding, but there are always many new college graduates coming to intern. Their arrival
greatly the workload is heavy and there are few people, so having someone
to share the burden makes a big difference. The internship usually lasts three months. The first batch of college graduates were two boys and one girl. The girl was
fair-skinned and quiet; although not beautiful, she was extremely well-behaved. Since I was the team leader, I often
guided her on system operation and spent most of my time cleaning with her.

She's a girl and not good at heavy physical labor, and as the team leader, I rarely did physical work either; my days
were mostly spent on computers or cleaning. We quickly became very close, often
chatting and laughing , but she was generally reserved and shy around others.

That day, the Environmental Protection Bureau came to inspect the workplace, so around 6 a.m., she and I
were . Suddenly, I heard her cry out in distress. I rushed
over to check and found that she had accidentally stepped on a piece of wood with a
nail . Seeing that she had a nail in her foot, I immediately asked her how she was. She said it probably went in quite deep.
Seeing there was nothing I could do, I helped her to the office to
rest

She was in a lot of pain, so on the way back to the office, she leaned heavily on me. I
could only try my best to support her, but accidentally, my hand touched one of her breasts.
Although it was accidental, and it was winter, and she was wearing a thick sweater, I still felt that
soft breast, and my penis actually got hard. I knew it was wrong, but my hand,
intentionally or unintentionally , continued to touch her breast as I supported her. I was really afraid she would see
the bulge in my pants; it would be so embarrassing if she noticed.

Finally, we entered the office. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I could avoid contact with her again. She, too, felt much better
after sitting down in the office chair, her pain lessening considerably. After sitting down, she
carefully took off her shoes and socks. The soles of her socks were stained with blood, the color spreading
. She was now under my management; I couldn't just ignore it. I had her put her feet
on the desk and checked the soles. Sure enough, there was a nail puncture wound. The blood had dried somewhat,
but there was a lot of rust residue on the outside and inside the wound.

I told her, and she became very nervous. Because rust had entered the blood and muscle, if
it wasn't treated quickly, it could easily lead to tetanus. Most people don't know how serious tetanus is, but
in our place where we deal with industry all day, even newcomers know its power.
If not treated promptly, it can cause muscle necrosis at best, and at worst, it can affect the brain, leading to dementia, with onset
times ranging from 1 to 20 years.

I carefully cleaned her wound with hot water and a towel, but I couldn't get
it cleaned inside. The wound was almost dry and hardened. I told her it was almost dry and contained
a lot of rust, so the towel couldn't penetrate it. I asked her what to do. She said she didn't know. I said
I couldn't exactly suck it clean like a snake. Unexpectedly, she said okay. Since I
was just joking, I immediately refused. She was so scared she cried. I tried
to comfort her, but it was no use. Annoyed by her crying, I finally agreed.

Slowly and carefully, I put my mouth to the wound on her foot. I realized her foot was beautiful, and it didn't
smell bad at all. I sucked and licked, and she winced in pain, while I inexplicably became excited.
My penis grew larger in her pain, and this time, facing her, she could see it. Two
minutes later, I cleaned her wound, apologized, and said her feet were beautiful and I didn't
mean to . Then, half-jokingly, I added that her feet didn't smell bad at all, but rather smelled wonderful, unlike mine
which stank enough to kill an elephant. She looked at me gratefully, thanked me repeatedly, and then suddenly said, "Master,
how about I help you get it out? You look quite uncomfortable."

Me… I wouldn't refuse? No way. I struggled internally. Although I wanted her to help me
, being someone's teacher meant being her
mentor . I knew the importance of being a role model. Should I become a seemingly respectable teacher, or
be my true self? It was a difficult choice, a hard decision.
The best way to deal with a problem you can't decide is to let go and let fate decide which path I should take.

I told her about my decision, and she listened with great interest, finding it particularly reasonable. There was also a
childlike, playful attitude towards the incident, finding it exciting and novel. Since we didn't have any "bones" (the kind of "locks" used in mahjong
), we decided to use playing cards to decide. That is: take out a deck of cards, remove the jokers
and all cards of 10 and above, shuffle them, and draw three cards from the middle. If
the sum of the three cards is greater than 15, then I'll
have a turn . If the sum is less than 15, then it proves we're not meant to be,
and we should go about our business.

Following our usual method, she shuffled the cards and placed them in her hand, then I drew them.
For some reason, I actually found this method somewhat exciting and novel. After all, my gambling had
always been limited to money; gambling on sex was a first for me. The first card, I randomly drew and
turned it over. Good heavens, it was a 1! An Ace of Clubs, the lowest rank. I smiled at her, a hint of displeasure in my eyes
, and placed my hand on the deck. After drawing the second card, I slammed it onto the table
, muttering my desired hand as I always did when gambling. Of course, it wasn't
the 10 I hoped for. If I got exactly what I wished for, I'd be a gambling god, no need for a job! It was just a
middle card, a 5. I cursed the heavens inwardly. Why did I always lose at gambling? It was like buying lottery
tickets; I'd spent at least 2,000 yuan since the first time, and only won the smallest prize of 5
yuan.

As I muttered this, heading to draw the third card, she stopped me, offering to draw the last
one . I agreed, without much hope. After all, the chance of drawing a 10 or a 9 was incredibly slim.
Heaven wanted me to be a selfless and good mentor. She first drew a
card from the middle, hesitated for a moment, then put it back in the deck. Then she drew the second-to-last
card from the back of the deck, slammed it onto the table, and shouted, "10, 10, 10!" Her movements weren't
as , making a loud slam, but there really was a 10 on the table
. A black 10, a 5, and an Ace of Clubs—a total of 16 points.

She smiled triumphantly at me, her two small, white canine teeth so
alluring . Fate, ah, since fate has decreed it, hehe, what can I say? I locked the door, drew
the curtains, and checked my watch—it was only 7:10, 50 minutes before my 8:00 AM start time at work. I
walked up to her, looking at the young and pretty intern. Before I could even make a move, my penis was
already bulging in my pants. As her mentor, I still asked her
some questions, like whether she would regret it. After receiving her firm and unwavering answer, we took off our clothes. That is,
we removed everything covered from our lower bodies. We had originally intended to remove our tops,
but considering the limited time, safety and prevention were paramount, so we skipped it.

I then examined her genitals. She was already wet. Following my habit, I knelt under the chair,
spreading her snow-white thighs with my hands. I began to lick her vulva. Her vagina emitted a faint scent of soap
mixed with the fragrance of her bodily fluids, though I personally felt the soap scent was stronger. This meant she was very clean.
I blew air into her vagina, creating ripples of fluid. My tongue curled and moved back and forth on the tip of her clitoris, parting her
pinkish labia and exploring inside her vagina. Her pubic hair was thick and long; licking her genitals, strands of hair would constantly drift into her pores, while others rubbed against my eyelids and forehead, creating a strangely itchy sensation. She was very uninhibited; throughout my licking, her legs remained bent, her heels resting on my shoulders, which were covered by my work clothes. When aroused, she would instinctively grab my hair and press my head against her most sensitive areas. Seeing that it was getting late, I got up and carefully onto the table, so she used half of her buttocks for support, making her vagina protrude. I grabbed her leg with one hand, pulling it to my waist, and carefully held her injured ankle with the other, raising her injured supporting it on my shoulder. Then, aiming my penis at her vagina, I thrust forward with all my might. The moment my penis entered her vagina, I let out a low growl of excitement, while she groaned . As my penis entered, her vagina contracted completely, her vaginal fluids concentrating at the base; as my penis withdrew, her vagina outwards, the tender inner flesh of the opening turning inside out, a vibrant pink. The glans was always coated with her vaginal fluids, each thrust in and out bringing immense satisfaction to both of us. Time was running out, it was almost 7:40, and I abandoned any attempt at control, launching into a frenzied assault. She lay limp on top of me, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, her entire body bouncing back and forth with each thrust, moaning with excitement. For five minutes straight, I thrust in and out rapidly, one hand gripping her injured ankle to protect her wound, the other tightly holding her waist and pulling her towards my pubic bone. Just before ejaculating, I suddenly remembered she was still a college intern , and I was afraid she'd get pregnant, which would cause me trouble later. I tried to pull out of her vagina. But she held me tightly, her nails digging into my back, telling me to ejaculate inside, that she loved the hot, throbbing sensation of a man's semen inside her. I was in a frenzy; asking me to calm down was like talking to a brick wall. My penis surged into her vagina . After ejaculating, I held her, keeping my penis erect inside her vagina for about two minutes. I snapped out of it and felt a surge of fear. Although the office door was locked and the curtains were drawn, many other workers from different workshops and sections would be there early that day to clean and prepare for . If people found out about us like this, how could we face anyone? My family would surely break apart, and her life would become difficult and humiliating. And I had even ejaculated inside her—what if she got pregnant …? I didn't dare think any further. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper and hurriedly wiped away the remaining semen and vaginal fluid from her genitals and my penis. After she put on her pants, I helped her put them back on. Her foot wound was quite deep, and the pain made even simple actions like dressing slow. I could only offer her what little "help" I could. After quickly and nervously finishing, I opened the curtains, took the toilet paper, and flushed it down the toilet in the hallway bathroom. As soon as I stepped out of the restroom, I saw two familiar coworkers walking towards me, chatting and laughing . I hurriedly greeted them and rushed back to the office, only to find her with her injured foot bare, head down, casually reading the newspaper. Around 8:10, after the supervisor arrived, I reported to them the details of the intern's foot injury . Of course, I would never mention the card-gambling incident. Then, as instructed by the supervisor, I accompanied her to the company hospital (my company is a large state-owned enterprise, so it has its own hospital and school). The doctor cleaned the wound and she received a tetanus shot. Tetanus shots are usually given over three days, a total of three doses. On the third day, after accompanying her to the injection site, on the way back to the office, she told me that the black 10 she drew from the deck she had deliberately placed in the second-to-last card during the shuffling. After that incident, I found it difficult to joke and laugh with her like before; it seemed as if an . Thankfully, I haven't seen any signs , which has put my mind at ease. [The End]

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