Prostitution and Abuse of Teachers

My name is Jin'an, and I'm an 18-year-old high school graduate. At this age, I often have sexual fantasies but am often too afraid to act on them. Although I'm surrounded by girls, we're just friends, and it doesn't satisfy me.

Today is Qingming Festival. After visiting my deceased grandparents' graves with my parents, I returned home. After dinner, I wanted to go for a walk with my mother, but it started raining. So, I grabbed an umbrella and went for a stroll. My home is in the old part of the city, a notorious area known for its prostitution, so there are bound to be streetwalkers.

Curious, I went into a storefront. A woman in black stockings asked if I wanted a massage. I said yes, and she led me into a small, dark room and started groping me, asking if I wanted to find her a prostitute. I was too embarrassed to answer, so she didn't say anything more. After giving me a symbolic massage, she asked if I wanted to pay by phone or cash. I said I would pay by phone. She took 150 yuan from me. I got up to leave, but she stopped me and said, "Wait a moment while I make a call." I heard her say on the phone, "I've received the money. Come downstairs and pick him up." I knew she had already found him for me. The aunt said, "Go up ahead, turn right and then left. I've asked her to come and pick you up." I didn't say anything, just nodded.

After coming out, I was very nervous and felt hot all over. I went downstairs with an umbrella, and she opened the window and called to me from upstairs. Because it was night and raining, I couldn't see her face clearly, only that her voice sounded familiar. When I went upstairs, the door was ajar, letting in a dim light. I pushed the door open and went in. Because her back was turned, I couldn't see her face clearly, but I guessed she was at least forty years old. She seemed increasingly familiar. The moment she turned around, I was stunned. She stared at me, also stunned. The next second, I came to my senses and asked, "Teacher, what are you doing here?" That's when I learned that her son was seriously ill, and they had spent all their savings, leaving her with no choice but to do this. Her face flushed red, and she said angrily, "You should leave! At such a young age, you're not learning anything good and you're coming to a place like this!" I was afraid she would tell my parents, so I turned to leave. But in that instant, I realized I had already graduated and had already paid. I turned back and glared at her fiercely, saying, "I've already paid the money, how can I just leave like this!"

She was probably scared, crying and begging for her money back. She's my teacher, I can't do this, but the more she cried, the more excited I became. I quickly stripped off my clothes, rushed forward, and grabbed her breasts. I discovered my teacher was only wearing a nightgown and no bra. I pressed her down on the bed and caressed her entire body. She was still crying. I tore her nightgown and kissed her all over. Then I grabbed my hard penis and shoved it into her mouth. Her cries instantly turned into muffled sobs. After a while, I felt my penis hurting, and I angrily slapped her. Then I covered her mouth, spread her legs, and forced my way in. I thrust in and out, enjoying the pleasure. Tears streamed down her face. I changed positions, and finally, I ejaculated, all of it inside her. I released her mouth, and she fell off the bed and sat on the floor, sobbing. I put on my clothes, turned around, and left. The teacher didn't say anything, still squatting there sobbing.

Of course, I wasn't going to just leave like that. I went back to where I'd been and told the woman I'd had a great time. "How much for the whole night?" I asked. She said, "Just pay another 150 and you can go home." When I went back, the door was still open, and the teacher was still sitting on the floor. She looked at me in terror and kept backing away, but I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. That night, I had sex with the teacher seven or eight times. All she did was moan and cry; she didn't say a word to me. I only remember her saying I was her first customer. No wonder her vagina was so tight and not dark. When I woke up in the morning, I found her asleep, her breasts covered in teeth marks, her vagina swollen, and the surrounding area... It was still wet and white with semen. My lust got the better of me, so I went to the bathroom, grabbed a mop, and shoved it inside. The teacher woke up instantly in pain, saying I was crazy, a pervert, and threatening to fight me. But how could a woman in her forties beat an eighteen-year-old boy like me? I tied her up with rope and kept playing with her. I then used various things to poke her vagina, which was already red and swollen, but I kept going until finally, I saw blood flowing from her vagina, and she fainted. I took out my phone, took a picture as a memento, and then got dressed and left.

When I got home, I sent the beautiful picture to the teacher. It wasn't until the afternoon that I received a message that said, "Please don't tell anyone, keep this a secret. I won't charge you if you come to fuck me again." I smugly put my phone away.

I still maintain close contact with the teacher, but her vagina has started to turn black.

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