Young female teacher

I found a woman on QQ, and we started chatting slowly. Don't rush things; don't reveal your lustful intentions. Follow a gradual approach, or you'll fail.

Through our chat, I learned she was a 35-year-old middle school Chinese teacher in Chongqing, whose husband was away most of the time. People who study Chinese often have a romantic streak and yearn for love. If their real lives aren't going well, the possibility of this romanticizing in the virtual world is very high.

On the first day, I gained her trust and favor by using my writing skills, humor, and a fabricated high-level executive persona. She reluctantly said goodbye and logged off—of course, I was invisible.

Even though she thought I was offline, it didn't dampen her enthusiasm; she still left me messages, probably expressing a sense of camaraderie. I knew she was hooked, and I started planning my next move.

The next day, after school, I returned to my dorm and opened QQ. She was there too. As soon as I appeared, she started chatting with me. Heh.

This time, through subtle probing, I discovered her dissatisfaction, primarily with her family life. Being alone at home caring for the elderly and children, with no one to confide in, the emptiness and helplessness she felt was unimaginable.

Her husband was a rough, unromantic man, never saying sweet words, and in bed, he'd just get down to business quickly. Especially at this age, when she was most sexually active, the lack of a man's affection was like a long drought.

The psychological pain was 1, the physical pain was 1, but the combined pain was greater than 2. It's women with this kind of background who are easy to manipulate.

I expressed sympathy and understanding for her situation and promised to chat with her whenever I had time, to be her confidant.

During this chat, we video-chatted, just to see each other's faces, of course. Needless to say, no woman is dissatisfied with my appearance; she was overjoyed. She, on the other hand, was of average appearance, with a slightly large mouth, which disappointed me somewhat, but I didn't show it. I still praised her charm, her femininity, and her elegance.

Just take it easy, everyone. Why would a young and beautiful woman need to seek thrills online? How many men would fawn over her in real life? So don't have too many illusions about women over 35. Actually, I'm more after psychological satisfaction, the sense of accomplishment from seeing a woman devoted to you, especially the possessiveness towards married women and mature women. Other men's wives, children's mothers, students' teachers—they reveal the true nature of humanity under my fingertips. What could be more attractive than this game?

I then ignored her for a few days, keeping her on tenterhooks. Now she was like an ant on a fire, constantly leaving me messages and even emailing me, saying she felt like she was in love, that I was on her mind every day, and she didn't know how to live without me, haha. You

have to time this right. I appeared just when she started to lose hope, and her excitement and thrill were undeniable. I sincerely apologized, explaining that I was away on a business trip and didn't have time to go online, asking for her forgiveness. And naturally, I got her phone number to keep my promise to spend every day with her; she gave me her mobile, landline, and pager numbers.

This time, our video call entered a more substantial phase. She gradually became aroused under my sweet words, and seeing that she was getting into it, I used more direct and explicit language to tease her. She kept wiping her genitals with a towel, and finally, at my direction, she exposed her breasts. Her breasts were very round, with slightly dark nipples; I wasn't particularly interested in her breasts, I wanted to see her vulva.

Her pubic hair was very thick, and her skin was very white, creating a striking contrast. I had her turn her back, stick her butt out, and spread her legs for a clear view. Her vulva was a bit dark, but her buttocks were very white and quite large—perfect for doggy style.

Stimulated by my words, she cried out loudly, clearly very into it. She even asked me to cry along with her, saying it would feel better. However, I'm not very good at crying, but I groaned a few times to join in. With

both of us working together, she reached orgasm, and I ejaculated. After I finished, a sudden emptiness welled up inside me. A woman, under my direction, uttered many lewd words, revealing her body's secrets to me. My purpose in this game was achieved. I told her to go wash up quickly and logged off.

My sexual desire is like that—unstoppable when it comes, but leaving a sense of loss afterward. It's a cycle that repeats itself endlessly. After that, we had video sex and phone sex. After several times, we both felt something was missing.

She asked me to come see her in person. Ha! Do you think I didn't want to? I was broke. If I had money, I would have gone to real-life women to play around with. Why would I be doing this virtual thing online?

Luckily, three months later, I got a summer job, earned some money, and combined it with my savings to go to Chongqing. I didn't ask her to pick me up at the station because I was worried about being scammed. It's better to be careful when traveling alone to someone else's place.

To make myself look like a high-level executive, I even bought some fake designer clothes. Clothes make the man, right? When I arrived in Chongqing and got off the train, I called her and asked her to meet me at a nearby square.

Of course, I wouldn't show myself; I'd just hide in a corner and observe whether she came alone or if anyone was waiting for her nearby. She arrived, looked around, and not seeing me, called my cell phone to ask where I was. I said I'd gone to the wrong place and told her to go to XX Street, that I was there.

She hung up and went to take a bus to XX Street alone. I observed carefully; no one followed her onto the bus, and she didn't make any calls, so I was sure I was safe. Heh, I really wanted to work in secret.

A while later, she called again, saying she hadn't seen me. Of course! I was still at the station; I hadn't gone to any street at all, haha.

I said I was lost and somehow ended up back at the station. Why didn't she come to the station to find me? Actually, I was just trying to save money at the station hotel. Going to the city center was expensive, food was expensive, and if we went shopping, it would be even more expensive. My meager savings wouldn't be enough.

Besides, she's a mature woman; it's not worth investing too much in her. She was quite obedient and came back shortly. She looked to be about 160cm tall, with fair skin and dressed reasonably well. Perhaps because I was eager or because I had mentally prepared myself for her appearance, I felt she was even prettier than in the video; her eyes held a seductive glint.

She seemed rather nervous, haha, I guess all innocent girls are like this the first time. This only strengthened my confidence that my surroundings were safe.

As soon as we met, I gave her a hug, holding her close and telling her how much I had missed her. Actually, these words would sound more sincere coming from my penis, but penises don't speak, they only act. She hugged me back, only smiling and asking, "Really?" I asked her if she wanted a greeting kiss. She said, "It's too much in front of people." I said, "How about we do it when it's just the two of us?" She said very softly, "Okay."

We went to have lunch first. I told her that I was very busy with work, but I had to take time out to see her because something came up at the company and I had to rush back, so I wouldn't be going to the city center and would be staying near the station. She naturally had no problem with that.

During the meal, I casually gave her an LV bag—a fake, of course—but I told her it was a piece I brought back from France. Women are all bag lovers; she was overjoyed at the sight of it, thanking me profusely.

She asked if the bag was expensive, and I said, "Bags can be measured by price, but my love for you is priceless." You have to say nice things to women, otherwise you won't get anything done.

I don't remember anything about the meal; our minds were already back at the hotel. After I finished eating, I offered her some tea. Actually, I planned to give her a long kiss as soon as we entered the room; it wouldn't be good if she still had the smell of food on her breath. Then I said, "Why don't you come and see where I'm staying?" She readily agreed.

The hotel near the train station was so-so. My room was on the third floor. On the way up, I asked her if she liked the bag. She said she liked it very much and thanked me. I grinned mischievously, "How are you going to thank me? You need to do something to show it." She laughed and said, "How do you think I should thank you?" I replied, "You'll listen to me? Whatever I say, you'll listen to me?" She said, "I'll listen to you." My penis was throbbing, almost bursting out.

After entering the room, the light wasn't on, so I grabbed her and started kissing her. She made some whimpering sounds, as if resisting me. I knew it was just feigned modesty. One hand had already slid down to her buttocks and started kneading them. She even dropped her feigned resistance and fully responded to my kisses.

I started with a wide, passionate kiss to create an atmosphere of intense desire, to unleash her boundless sexual desire. This tactic worked. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she seemed a little unsteady. I stopped and asked her, "Do you like it?"

She said, "Yes, I want more." I grabbed her face and started tracing the tip of her tongue, making her gasp for breath. She was clearly getting into character and passionate. I knew I'd do anything for her now.

I kissed her while rubbing her genitals, asking, "Want to suck my cock?" She said, "Yes." I pressed her against my crotch, pulled out my penis, and shoved it into her mouth. It was mid-September, still very hot. My penis had been on the train for seven hours, and then outside for so long after getting off—it must have smelled awful. But she didn't resist at all, and started moving back and forth.

Her oral skills were average; she only knew how to move back and forth, not how to stimulate a penis. I told her to circle her tongue around the coronal sulcus and then lick the urethral opening. I taught her for about five minutes, then she said squatting was tiring and she wanted to go to bed. I said, "Go take a shower first, we'll take it slow later." A

35-year-old woman's body is naturally very full. I also made her brush her teeth, since the taste of penis in her mouth would still linger. While she was washing, I kissed her, teased her breasts, rubbed her vulva, massaged her buttocks, and stroked her thighs to keep her aroused. After washing, I picked her up and carried her straight to the bed. Once

on the bed, we did a 69. I was on the bottom, spreading her vulva to examine it closely, smelling it to see if there was anything unusual, except for its dark color.

I knew she rarely received oral sex, and her vulva wasn't pretty, so I didn't really want to; but then I thought I wouldn't enjoy it if I didn't give her oral sex, so I reluctantly agreed. After licking her inner thighs a few times and gently touching her vulva, she started to tremble. Suddenly, I took her clitoris into my mouth, and she tried to move her buttocks forward to avoid my mouth. I asked her, "Don't you like it?" She said, "I like it, but it's too stimulating, I can't take it."

I said, "How about I use my fingers to help you relax first?" Actually, I didn't want to use my mouth, so I just made up an excuse. I came to play with women, not to be played by them. In her dazed state, she nodded. I inserted my middle and ring fingers deep into her vagina, feeling for any protrusions on the inner walls. This process had to be done towards the pubic bone; otherwise, it would be a waste of effort.

This woman had a lot of vaginal fluid, which was why I didn't want to give her oral sex. Otherwise, having my mouth full of fluid would be disgusting. If it were an 18-year-old girl, her vagina would be sweet; what good-tasting fluid could a 35-year-old woman produce? Soon I found it. I applied a little more pressure to massage that protruding area, and her legs began to tighten, restricting my hand's movement.

I pulled my right hand, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, out and spread her legs apart. I used my right calf to press down on her left thigh, and my left hand to hold her right leg, thus fixing her legs in place and preventing her from being unable to move her hand. Of course, this required the man to be strong enough.

My right hand slid back into her vagina, reaching that area, and pressed hard. Her body began to move in the opposite direction to avoid stimulation. Her legs began to struggle violently, and she grabbed my right hand with both hands, saying intermittently

, "I can't take it anymore... Ah... I'm going to pee... Ahhh... Stop it... I really can't take it anymore... Hehe, I'm going to make you pee. Once you pee, you'll be mine for life." We entered the real contest of strength. The more she struggled, the stronger I pressed and held her. I wanted to subdue her, conquer her,

and make her feel power, masculine power, and a man's might. After about 30 seconds, her toes stopped rubbing, her feet arched, and her body trembled like a tremor.

She screamed, "Ah ... She glanced at me shyly, gave me a weak smile, and didn't say anything. I asked her again: "Do you still want to have more fun?" She nodded.

I said: "If you listen to me, I'll let you have fun; otherwise, you won't. Are you willing?" She said: "I'll do anything as long as I can have fun." I laughed when I heard that and said: "I like to use vulgar language when I'm fucking, you don't mind, do you?" She said: "I love hearing it."

Folks, I rarely use vulgar language when we have sex via video or phone, it's very repressed. Like in the doggy style position, I usually like to say "bitch getting fucked," something I can't say to her normally, but now I'm going to say it all. She's a cultured person, she doesn't usually hear these kinds of words, and saying them to her now feels like teasing and trampling on her. What could be more pleasurable than the thrill of conquest?

I ordered her: "Lick my asshole." Because during video and phone calls, she always refused to lick my asshole, saying it was dirty. Now I'm going to teach her a lesson. She was lying down, so I sat down with my buttocks facing her face and my mouth towards hers.

At first, she licked gently, just circling around my anus. I pretended to be excited and tried to pull away, saying I couldn't take it anymore. This aroused her, and she wouldn't let me move, grabbing my buttocks and preventing me from moving. I told her not to lick the middle, it was too stimulating and made me dizzy, but she licked even more enthusiastically, her tongue even probing into my anus.

I used this "playing hard to get" tactic, letting her lick for about 10 minutes. I thought that was enough; I didn't want her arousal to wane, so I quickly went in while she was wet.

I got up and told her to bend over, which she immediately did. I told her, "This position is called 'bitch getting fucked,' do you like it?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Beg me to fuck you." She swayed her buttocks and said, "Fuck me." I knew she had an IUD, so I didn't wear a condom.

At first, I rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva, but didn't penetrate. She kept shaking her hips and pressing my waist with her right hand, haha. I said, "Do you want **** to fuck your little pussy?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Finish it." She said, "I want **** to fuck my ahhhhh!!!"

I didn't wait for her to finish before thrusting all the way in. This was to catch her off guard. This woman's vagina was very wet, and it went in effortlessly. Her buttocks were big and fleshy, and it felt very comfortable against her, like a fleshy cushion protecting my pubic bone. Looking at her dark anus and white buttocks, I worked even harder. I

placed my hands on her buttocks and made rapid, large piston-like movements with my waist, sometimes touching her anus, sometimes touching her thighs, sometimes kneading her breasts. I changed my leg position to one knee, stretched the other leg in front of her and made her put it in her mouth, ordering her to lick between my toes and serve me well with her tongue.

While thrusting violently, I asked her, "Are you a big slut?" Is my penis strong? Better than your husband's? Do your feet taste good? This cheap flesh of yours is meant for me to play with, are you willing? I asked a question, and she answered a question, all of them affirmative. I asked again: Does my ass smell good? How does it feel to use the place where you eat to serve the place where I poop?

I then knelt on my left knee while fucking her, placing my right foot on her back – it really felt like I was charging into battle. A little while later, we tried the horse-riding position, which is like this: first, she sticks her ass out, I stand with my legs on the outside of hers, then I thrust into her vagina, then lift my feet off the ground, clamping my legs around her buttocks, pressing my hands on her waist, and then thrusting in and out. This position was fun, but she couldn't support my weight and soon gave up, throwing me off, haha.

To recover my strength, I lay down and let her mount me, also playing with her breasts. I don't have a particular fondness for breasts, I just like asses. I had her turn her back to me, her ass facing me, moving her hips up and down on my penis.

Seeing my pubic hair all wet filled me with joy. I used my fingers to probe her anus, listening to her moans, and occasionally had her lick my toes. Then we changed positions a few more times, all of them positions that made women feel humiliated, while she used dirty words to accompany my actions. Am I really a pervert?

She kept asking me, "Why haven't you come yet? When are you going to come? I'm too tired, I want to sleep, it was so good!" Seeing that she was indeed exhausted and almost collapsed, I decided to end it. I said, "Now I'm going to cum inside you, okay?"

She said, "Yes, it's safe, I have an IUD." I then said, trying to be cool, "Even without an IUD, I'd still cum inside, you'd give me a big, fat son. You said you're a slutty cunt, so I cummed, otherwise it would have been a long time." She started saying, "I'm a slutty cunt, I'm a stinky cunt..."

I ordered her to get into the doggy style and began my final thrusts. The final thrusts were intense, the sounds of my lower abdomen and buttocks hitting each other crisp and clear, and of course, I was still being indecent...

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