The domineering woman

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After saying that, he actually started walking around while inserting urine, spraying it everywhere like a sprinkler truck.

My name is Xiao Weiwei. My four years of university are almost over. In this most important time of my life, I've encountered many things and met many people, transforming me from a naive and ignorant young girl into a shrewd semi-social youth. It has also gradually changed many of my conventional views and perspectives. I still vividly remember one particularly memorable experience at Maoba.
It was a quiet final exam period, and the weather suddenly turned very cold. Like many other classmates, I was frantically studying in the study room because we had an exam the next day. I was studying alone in the study room, so much so that I didn't even notice when everyone else had left.
Winter weather is quite dry, and without realizing it, I drank too much water and felt like going to the bathroom. But when I went outside, I was stunned.
It was already late at night, and only the light in my classroom was still on. Because of the cold weather, the dark campus seemed exceptionally empty.
I couldn't help but shiver, remembering various legends on campus, and I seemed to hear footsteps coming from the depths of the dark corridor.
I was immediately terrified, my spine went cold, and every pore on my body stood on end. I wanted to pack up my things and head back to the dorm right away, but the urge to urinate was overwhelming, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the dorm　 first.
Let me describe the layout of our dorm room. You have to turn a corner to get in; you can't see into the dorm from the main corridor, and of course, the corridor lights
don't shine in either. That night, for some reason, the motion-activated lights seemed to be broken. No matter how much I stomped and banged on them, they didn't respond. I went in, and the wall mirror cast a gloomy light on my back. I couldn't help but think of some scary scenes I'd seen in movies and TV shows.
It's strange how people are; even though I knew nothing could possibly happen in the dorm, looking in the mirror only made me more and more scared, as if a dark, shadowy hand might reach out from the mirror at any moment. I was so scared that I didn't dare stay a moment longer and ran out quickly.
But the urge to urinate was getting stronger and stronger; if this continued, I would definitely wet my pants before I even got back to the dorm.
I suddenly remembered that the corridor lights in the office building not far from the professors' building were on all night, and security guards patrolled the area all night.
I quickly ran towards the office building.
Perhaps it was unusually cold tonight, because the entire office building was empty, and I didn't see any patrolling security guards. But thankfully, the corridor lights were on. I quickly ran into a toilet. Because it was a faculty building, there were usually cleaning staff to keep it clean, so the floor was very clean. There were no used sanitary napkins, clean feces, yellow urine stains on the floor, or even used condoms in the toilets, which were usually found in women's toilets.
I found a squat toilet near the toilet stall, unzipped my pants, and was about to relax when a loud "smack" from the toilet startled me so much that I almost peed. I heard
two footsteps clattering in, accompanied by the ambiguous, mixed breathing of a man and a woman. I immediately understood; it must be a couple who wanted to be intimate at night but ended up in the toilet.
The couple inside seemed completely unaware of my presence, still passionately kissing.
From my angle, I could only see a shapely back, wearing white high heels. She wore a floral dress, and her shoulder-length hair, originally tied in a ponytail, was now a mess from kissing and caressing. Just by looking at her figure, you could tell she was handsome; her slender legs and jade-like skin made even me, a girl, envious, and I couldn't help but want to play with her.
Because of the angle, I couldn't see what the man opposite her looked like, but he seemed very fat, with a huge belly. I couldn't help but sigh at how well people develop these days; a twenty-year-old with the belly of a forty-year-old.
His fat hands had already reached inside the girl's clothes, and it seemed he was constantly fondling her. Following the fat man's movements, the girl, who was kissing him, occasionally... She let out a soft moan, her pink underwear slipping down and hanging on one hand, revealing an indescribable lewdness.
Seeing this, my mouth went dry, my face felt hot, and I felt fluid flowing between my legs. The fat man had completely squatted down, burying his head between the girl's legs. One of her legs was raised on his shoulder, being played with by his fat hand, while her other hands sometimes grabbed his hair, sometimes clung to his waist to prevent herself from falling. Her moans grew louder, her legs trembled slightly, accompanied by the squelching sounds of his tongue moving. Clearly, it was... A thin, transparent stream of fluid could be seen trickling down the girl's thigh.
Suddenly, the girl screamed, gripping the fat man's hair tightly with both hands, her body arching backward like a taut bow, trembling uncontrollably.
She had apparently reached climax under the fat man's tongue; her body went limp, collapsing completely into his arms, her heavy breathing still faintly audible.
Seeing this, the fat man didn't hesitate any longer. He turned the girl around, pulled out his already engorged and purplish-red penis, and thrust it into her from behind, causing her to tremble again.
At this moment, the girl's face was completely... She turned around, her cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with tears, her beautiful face fully exposed before me.
But the moment I saw her face, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me; all my initial excitement and agitation vanished, replaced by utter shock!

The girl before me was our homeroom teacher!
We heard she was a senior three years our senior, and after graduating from university, she was recommended by the school to pursue a master's degree in our field. She had been working on projects step-by-step under her current supervisor, and then successfully completed her doctoral studies during our freshman year, staying on as a professor and even joining our school last year. A senior from my dorm got married. Her husband is also a doctoral student staying on at our university. The two of them are truly a golden couple, a perfect match, and they've made a lot of people in our school extremely envious.
I remember when I first came to the university as a freshman, the whole class was stunned by our class teacher. She was a petite girl, not very tall, with the classic Jiang Naling-esque charm of a girl vying for attention. Most importantly, she was so young that it was impossible to tell who was the teacher and who was the student when she was with us.
We've also met her husband; he's tall, handsome, and has a refined appearance. I don't know how many senior girls in our school heard that he cried buckets of tears after his wedding. The two of them were idols to us younger students.
But the fat guy in front of me was clearly not our homeroom teacher's husband. Why would she abandon her handsome husband for this fat guy?
Just as I was indulging in wild speculation, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the fat guy's face and was so shocked I quickly covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
That fat guy was actually our college dean, a doctoral supervisor, and our homeroom teacher's current advisor!
I knew this dean well; I remembered he was the one who gave us our first freshman orientation when we first entered the school. His surname was Zhang, and he had eyebrows... His face was kind and slightly bald, reminiscent of the Buddha Milarepa from Journey to the West. He was also very approachable, unlike other deans who always had a stern expression; he was always smiling and would approach us girls to chat, pat one's head, or hold another's hand—very friendly. Therefore, he consistently had a good reputation among the students and was very popular.
But today, in this dimly lit, overbearing room, our beautiful homeroom teacher and kind dean were pressed tightly together, doing something utterly degrading and filthy.
My mind went blank, my thoughts racing uncontrollably. What should I do?
I suddenly realized the cunning of my homeroom teacher and the dean. Whatever their reasons for getting together, they were people I, a poor student, couldn't afford to mess with. What in school didn't pass through their hands these days? Scholarships, awards—if they just gave me a hard time, I could forget about graduating.
Thinking of this, I was filled with fear and dread. I lost all interest in peeking and quietly pulled my head back, crouching in the cubicle, hoping they would stop quickly.
The sounds outside grew louder, starting as intermittent moans, but now escalating into continuous moaning, accompanied by the slapping sounds of flesh colliding and splashing sounds of water.
Suddenly, I felt a warm current flow down my thighs, and I inwardly cried out in alarm. I had felt an urge to urinate earlier, but the excitement of seeing those explicit pictures had forced me to suppress it. Now, the urge had subsided, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. Thick, foul-smelling urine uncontrollably flowed from my bladder. I was startled. If the sound of my urine hitting the floor were heard by those outside, they would know there was someone else in the latrine. If they discovered I was there, it would be disastrous.
I immediately sat down. The cold floor pressed against my skin, making me shiver involuntarily, but I couldn't worry about that now. I tried to keep my buttocks pressed against the floor, blocking my urethra with my fingers, and relaxing my thigh muscles as much as possible, letting the urine flow carefully down my fingers.
Soon, a large puddle of golden urine gathered beneath me, looking particularly striking against the white floor.
The winter air was very cold, and the scalding hot urine quickly turned icy cold. Sitting in my own urine, my buttocks were already red from the cold. After a difficult time urinating, I carefully wiped myself and pulled up my pants. But then the dean's voice suddenly rang out at the door, making my heart, which I had barely managed to swallow, leap into my chest again.
I heard the dean yell, "Where's that stench of urine coming from?"
I immediately became so nervous I didn't dare breathe, thinking, "I'm doomed." But not long after, I heard the dean chuckle and yell, "Haha, so our usually aloof and proud Ms. Yang has wet her pants!"
I peeked through the crack in the door and saw the homeroom teacher being pressed against the door, her buttocks raised high like a female dog. The dean was thrusting into her mercilessly, and her genitals were soaking wet. With each powerful thrust, a large amount of water splashed out. Knowing it was vaginal fluid or urine, it still made the area where the two were joined, shiny and oily. The homeroom teacher bit her lip tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and occasionally letting out soft moans from her large nose.
Her hands were also busy, vigorously kneading and shaping the homeroom teacher's breasts.
The dean was clearly drunk tonight; not only did his hands show no tenderness, leaving the homeroom teacher's breasts red and purple, but he also talked a lot, his breath reeking of strong alcohol, which I could even smell.

Suddenly, the dean forcefully... With a soft cry, Ren lifted the homeroom teacher up, her legs spread into an M shape, a penis deeply inserted into her genitals, her entire body placed in an extremely humiliating and lewd position.
The dean, while holding the teacher, said, "Our little Mr. Yang needs to pee. Come, let Uncle help you pee."
Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out the teacher had lost control of her bladder, not realized I was there. But considering the dean could say something so absurd, it seems appearances can be deceiving. Before I knew it,
the dean had already lifted the teacher... He finished urinating, a little out of breath, but that's understandable, considering he's in his forties or fifties. Even a young person couldn't handle such strenuous activity, let alone a middle-aged man.
However, the dean showed no sign of letting the homeroom teacher off the hook. He lifted one of her legs high, and while she was standing there, he thrust into her, his rough mouth wildly kissing her face, spraying her with foul-smelling alcohol. His vulgarities increased, and as he lewdly bit her nipple, he said suggestively, "Ms. Yang, I didn't expect your breasts to still be like this..." "No, you're still so tight, you're squeezing me so hard I'm dying of pleasure."
He paused, then continued, "Speaking of which, he really has to thank you, you tender little cunt, otherwise how could he have stayed on as a PhD student so quickly and smoothly? But such a good cunt is a waste on your stupid husband, damn it, he's always so arrogant, and today he even disrespected me in front of the principal. If you hadn't come to me, I would have fucking killed him..."
The dean was completely absorbed in his excitement, rambling on and on, while the homeroom teacher, on the other hand, didn't utter a single word. His face was expressionless; he mechanically followed the dean's movements, calling out.
Finally, I heard the dean let out a long gasp, his waist arching forward, his legs trembling.
At the same time, the homeroom teacher let out a distorted scream, his head jerking back before collapsing to the ground, motionless.
All that remained for a moment was the low, labored breathing of the entire dean.
After a while, the dean pulled out his noticeably shrunken device, walked to the front, grabbed the homeroom teacher by the hair, and shoved the device into the teacher's mouth. The teacher obediently cleaned it carefully with his mouth. Clean.
A murky, yellowish-white liquid was still slowly flowing from his lower body.
Looking at the dean again, his features were all scrunched up, his eyes were squinted into slits, and he was still making snorting noises.
After straightening his pants, the dean walked away contentedly, leaving the homeroom teacher sitting expressionlessly on the ground, staring blankly at the semen flowing from his genitals. After a while, he stood up, picked up his dirty underwear that had been trampled on and thrown on the ground, put it on mechanically, went to the mirror, washed his face with water, tidied his messy hair, and then walked away with faltering steps.
I was in the grid After witnessing all of this firsthand, I felt a mix of emotions, a truly unpleasant feeling.
A surge of curiosity immediately took hold of me. I'd often heard stories of people having sex in the wild, and I'd seen countless adult videos, but never a live, real-life spectacle. So, I quietly shifted my position and peered through the crack in the door to watch this erotic show unfold. As
the clatter of high heels faded into the distance, I quickly slipped out, not wanting to linger a moment longer. I grabbed my bag and hurried back to my dorm.
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