The music teacher in the bathhouse

I was drinking with a client at the most luxurious Tianlong Hotel in the city center until 10 PM. The hotel manager, Xiao Qin, introduced us to the province's most upscale health services. Xiao Qin led us to the 17th floor. Due to the crackdown, brothels no longer exist, so the health services here were naturally not available on the lower floors. We saw a luxurious marble lobby with seven staff members at the large reception desk. Behind them, the words "Tianlong Club" were written in gilded characters on the wall. Xiao Qin greeted the hotel manager, Xiao Liu, who then ushered us into the club. We were led to our respective luxury suites. Xiao Liu said to me, "Brother Zhang, you're a big client of Tianlong. Let me introduce you to one of our most beautiful women." I smiled and said okay. Xiao Liu whispered, "That woman is truly one in a million," and then left. I sat on the large sofa in the living room. A moment later, someone knocked on the door. I let them in; it was a waiter who brought me a cup of honey tea. The service here was indeed different. After drinking the honey tea, my stomach, which had been a little bloated from drinking, immediately felt much better. Just then, someone knocked on the door again. I was looking at a document sent by a client on my phone, and with my head down, I called out, "Come in." I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor, and a woman came to me. I was busy looking at my phone and didn't pay attention. Seeing that I was looking down, she seemed afraid of disturbing me, so she didn't say anything or interrupt. She knelt in front of me and gently took off my shoes and socks. At that moment, I smelled a delicate fragrance, a very special fragrance, not perfume, but more like the natural scent of a beautiful woman, full of allure. My lust seemed to be instantly aroused, and I looked up. As soon as I looked up, my gaze was fixed, unable to look away. In front of me was a beautiful woman. No, "beautiful woman" is too low a word in this era of devaluation; she was an absolute beauty. Her long, wavy hair might seem a bit outdated, but her stunningly beautiful face completely made one forget all her flaws. Her face was oval, with two slender, long eyebrows that curved gently, below which were a pair of beautiful, bright, and gentle eyes. Then came a small, firm nose, full lips, a pointed chin, and skin so smooth, delicate, and fragrant that even the current beauty queen couldn't compare. Her skin made her look only sixteen, but the mature allure between her brows made me suspect she was a woman with a story. I was about to ask her age when the words caught in my throat. I saw the wonder of her breasts. Beneath the red fabric were a pair of enormous, astonishingly large breasts, seemingly about to burst through her clothes, the exposed cleavage almost overwhelming the world. My penis instantly became erect. I knew this was a brothel where you could play with breasts however you wanted, but not for anything else. I reached out my huge hand and squeezed her enormous breasts through her clothes. They were incredibly soft and warm to the touch; my large hand felt like a baby's tiny hand, barely able to grasp the nipple. I asked, "Just how big are your breasts?" Her pretty face instantly turned bright red, making her look like a respectable woman. She whispered, "I'm an M cup..." I clicked my tongue in amazement, kneading her nipples as I asked, "How old are you?" She honestly replied, "33 years old..." I was even more surprised, because at 33, her skin had no wrinkles whatsoever, and upon closer inspection, it was as tender and delicate as a young girl's. Her breasts showed no signs of sagging; she was truly a goddess sent from heaven. I asked her to lift her clothes, which she obediently did, but turned her face to the side, as if unwilling to see the lewd things she was doing. Her shirt lifted, and I felt a wave of dizziness. A pair of incredibly large breasts rolled out, seemingly about to break free of their bra, bouncing wildly and creating dazzling waves. She put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra, revealing her enormous breasts. They were huge, snow-white, melon-shaped, but larger than the largest melon, almost the size of a watermelon. Strangely, despite their immense weight, they sagged only slightly. The nipples were a seductive brown, with clearly visible milk ducts and several small nipples around them. Combined with the large, pale brown areolas covering the breasts, they were clearly the breasts of a mature woman who had breastfed. I gently reached out and touched her breasts; they were smooth, warm, and incredibly soft to the touch. She flinched as if electrocuted. I asked, "How long have you been doing this?" Her voice was incredibly soft as she replied, "Just last Wednesday." I squeezed her large, mature breasts; it felt like squeezing a warm lump of jelly. The skin was so delicate that my palm left a red mark. She told me to go into the bathroom to shower. There was a wooden tub in the bathroom. She obediently helped me undress and filled the tub with hot water. My large penis was exposed like a cannon. She didn't dare look, lowering her head, and then, topless, her dazzling breasts swaying, she helped me shower. We chatted casually. It turned out she was a primary school music teacher. Her son had a bone marrow disease and needed a lot of medical expenses. She had borrowed a lot of money, but her husband had run off with it and disappeared. Her salary as a primary school teacher couldn't cover her expenses, so she had no choice but to come here to perform "milk-sucking" services. I thought she was a very honest woman; she was extremely careful when she helped me wash up. It seemed she really was a responsible teacher before. After drying myself off, I went to the sofa in the living room and spread my hairy legs. She knelt shyly between my legs, clamping my huge penis between her enormous breasts, and began to give me a mini-masturbation. My massive penis was immersed in two huge, warm, and soft mounds, a truly ecstatic experience. Normally, it's difficult for me to ejaculate while giving me a mini-masturbation, but as I felt her incredibly soft and beautiful breasts, watching my large glans move up and down in the ocean of her flesh, occasionally popping out, and then seeing her look up at me with innocent, sorrowful, and shy eyes, my penis quickly reached its climax. After a few throbs, I ejaculated onto her pretty face. She took some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess. I chatted with her for a few minutes, patted her head, and had her lead me into the bathroom. It was then that I noticed her buttocks were extremely large, even more exaggerated than her breasts. Her incredibly full buttocks swayed with every step, bouncing like pudding, creating exaggerated waves through her tight-fitting skirt. After showering, it was time to leave, and we went out together. I called my manager, Xiao Liu. Xiao Liu asked how I felt, and I said, "Great!" Seeing my lingering satisfaction, Xiao Liu smiled mysteriously and said, "Brother Zhang, want to meet her?" My heart skipped a beat, a surge of joy welling up inside me, but I maintained a calm facade and said, "Okay." Xiao Liu brought me her information. It turned out her name was Ye Yunxiang, and below it were her phone number and address. I memorized her information, and Xiao Liu courteously saw me out. My already erect penis, still throbbing, became incredibly hard again. I called Xiao Liu to ask when Ye Yunxiang had a day off. Xiao Liu checked the duty roster and found she was off on Saturdays. I drove to her house that day. Her neighborhood was in a good school district, a very nice environment. I walked up the neat stairs to her house. I rang her doorbell, and after a short while, the door opened, revealing the beautiful figure I had repeatedly imagined. Ye Yunxiang was startled to see me and said, "It's you?" Her face flushed slightly, like the evening glow, and she opened the door to let me in. I entered the house and saw that it was very elegantly furnished, with a piano in the living room. So what she said was true; she really was a music teacher.
[The End]

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