My sex partner, Teacher B

Teacher B was the most innocent of my many casual sex partners, also from the "Nearby" search function. This time, I'm attaching a picture of her legs, but nothing is exposed. Just consider it a story. The "

Nearby" search function has declined in the last two years. So I tried a different approach: QQ has a search function based on criteria. Perhaps influenced by Japanese adult films, I've always wanted to make my dreams a reality—teacher complex, civil servant complex, Oedipus complex—QQ's search function satisfied all my desires. Thanks to mahuateng for providing the search function. The specific method is as follows: City ~ 0531, Occupation ~ Education (civil servant, lawyer, etc., depending on your preference), Age ~ 35 to 40, search! Everything you want is here. Don't go directly; copy the QQ number and add her on WeChat. If the woman doesn't ask who you are and accepts your request, you're halfway there. This means that subconsciously, she craves meeting strangers of the opposite sex. Here, your profile picture and signature are very important. Cast a wide net. Figure it out yourself; I can't teach you.

Teacher B was an onboarding training instructor at a state-owned enterprise. According to Teacher B, she only used the "Nearby" search function for an hour that night, and I took advantage of that. Clearly, luck plays a role in casual sex. We introduced ourselves.

My story with Teacher B is very long and drawn out, so I'll try to keep it brief. We started by exchanging photos of our work environments; Teacher B was very satisfied with her job and even boasted a little. When we talked about income, I sent Teacher B a screenshot of my income statistics. She replied after a long time: "Go away." Her annual tax payment was equivalent to four months' salary, thus establishing her high-income persona. That evening, she asked me for some photos of her life, a sign that she was curious about me. I sent them, and she replied: "She looks like my first love." Teacher B graduated from a junior college and has a natural admiration for highly educated people. Coincidentally, her first love was academically gifted but dumped her, so she came to me to make up for it. I roughly guessed that she was sexually unsatisfied and that her marriage lacked love. Guys, wives you win easily are easily lost.

The next day, I sent her a WeChat message saying I wanted to hear her voice. A phone number appeared. During work hours, I rushed to the meeting room and nervously dialed the number. A professional, polite voice came through: "Hello, who is this?" Lost Scholar! We chatted idly for a while, then texted her, "You're a jerk." I replied with a sex GIF from a tech forum, and she ignored me.

That night, I kept bothering her on WeChat. I boldly started a video call because she said the child slept with her, and her husband slept in a separate room. The child was already asleep, and she seemed a little shy. I mouthed a kiss to her in front of the camera, and she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

A week later, I said, "Let's meet up," and sent her the address. During my lunch break, I took a taxi there. I got off at the back gate of a vocational school, and she picked me up in her car. She looked me over carefully as I got in the car—short, neat hair, slightly alluring eyes, and a business suit. It made her uncomfortable. "What are you looking at?!" she yelled. We stopped at a small market near the Urban Construction College and ate dumplings. We chatted normally, but my penis was already erect. There was a curtain at the entrance of the dumpling shop. After we finished eating, we walked out one after the other. When she parted the curtain, she stepped back, and I happened to be close enough that my penis pressed directly against her butt crack. Teacher B's face flushed red instantly. She said, "You should go quickly, don't be late for work this afternoon." Back at the office, I described what had just happened, but she refused to admit it.

The movie theater was a good place. We met at the New Century Cinema in Hongjialou. It was a Tuesday, and with the two of us, there were only four of us, practically the whole theater to ourselves. There were two young girls in front of us, and the two of us behind. I touched her leg, but she pushed me away, scolding me, "Behave yourself." I kissed her cheek, but I pushed her back. Being shameless, I sneakily touched her earlobe when she wasn't looking. This time she didn't resist, and I gently caressed and teased it. Mmm~, Teacher B finally found my G-spot—her earlobe. Then I licked from her earlobe to her neck, and my hands started to grope her breasts. Teacher B finally succumbed, offering her mouth to me. Our tongues intertwined, and I slipped inside her clothes to play with her breasts and nipples. Teacher B hummed softly, "You got what you wanted, you scumbag." Later, I learned that I was her second man.

Then, I suggested we stop watching. She nodded, thinking we could go to a hotel. As soon as we left the movie theater, she started crying, which startled me. I comforted her at KFC for a while, but then, feeling sorry for her, I told her to go home. I figured it was hopeless; she was too innocent, so I deleted her on WeChat.

The next day, she added me again—only I could delete her, so I accepted. We added each other again, and I flirted with her for a bit. I went to see her again at noon. We got into her car and drove aimlessly, trying to find a secluded spot. After searching around, we found a place and passionately kissed in the car. A little while later, a policeman on guard duty knocked on the window. We were so scared that we quickly separated; apparently, there was a military base there.

We drove to a college; it was midday in July, and the area was sparsely populated. The car was perched on a hillside, so we went to the back seat. We kissed passionately, and I touched her vagina. I exposed my penis, pressed her head down, and she didn't resist, so I awkwardly started licking her. When it was almost over, we lay across from each other, embracing. Even though the air conditioning was on full blast, we were still sweating profusely. I suggested going to a hotel, but she refused. After a few thrusts, finding the position uncomfortable, we agreed to move to a hotel in the small market for a more intimate encounter. The innocent teacher only accepted missionaries. Afterwards, she offered to take me home; my heart skipped a beat—she was interested. I took a taxi back to my workplace. The third round—training teachers. That concludes this section; updates will be paused.

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