The promiscuous teacher Xiaoxing (II) and the old man's woman

I don't know if it's guilt or something else. Maybe Bucky told a lot of people what happened at the hotel that day, and I feel like a lot of people are watching me. During my adolescence, I was often the center of attention, but this time was different. Wherever I went, people around me immediately stopped talking. When I went into the teachers' lounge, many female teachers would immediately leave. My reputation at school has always been bad, but now it's even worse.

I went back to my alma mater for further studies. Nothing had changed. In fact, I liked coming back to this university. Many different men paid more attention to me and welcomed me more than my husband…

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For the last four hours of this semester, I decided to stay in my office. I didn't want to go to the teachers' lounge anymore. Every time I went, the female teachers would disappear, and the male teachers would secretly look at me and whisper among themselves.

"What's going on?" Reg walked into my office and said, "I saw you weren't in the break room, so I thought I'd find you here."

Reg was one of my husband's few friends; my husband and I often went to his house. He was white, and his wife, Vera, was Native American.

"I just didn't want to go," I said. "Besides, I have to grade students' homework."

"Is that true, Xiaoxing?"

"You mean...?" I asked.

"Xiaoxing, there are rumors about you everywhere at school..."

"What rumors?"

"It's about you and Bucky and some of his friends. Someone even said they saw photos."

"Photos! Oh my god! I didn't know there were photos."

"Does Jack know about this?"

"No, I don't think he does. Our bedroom is dark, and he didn't find anything when he came back. By the time he woke up the next day, I had already taken a shower."

"I didn't tell him about it, but you have to be careful."

"Yes, I know."

"I'm just telling you this out of kindness."

"Those guys will forget about it soon." "

I'm afraid it won't be that simple. Have you met Vera's father?"

"No, never."

"He's a very rich Native American. He's good at making money; he makes money faster than he spends it."

"Did he spend money on his daughter and your children?"

"Yes, he lives on a large farm in the mountains, but he has a driver and servants to serve him. He lives a very luxurious life. He only comes to the city a few days a month to see Vera and our children, and then stays overnight. I often arrange dates for him."

"I think I know why you're talking to me. Just because I spent one night with a few men, you see me as a prostitute!"

"But I heard you charged each of them five hundred dollars."

"What?! I didn't do that! I was only with Bucky that day. I drank too much, and that's why Bucky brought those men in. I have no idea how it happened." "

It's obvious Bucky collected the money for you. However, I still think you'd like to be with Charlie; he's very rich."

“I know you still see me as a prostitute. I wouldn’t do that for money. I just enjoy sex.”

“Charlie will be coming to town Friday night. Can you meet him?”

“Friday night? Jack is going to Boston tomorrow and won’t be back until Saturday afternoon. The kids usually go to his grandparents’ house for the weekend, so I’m free Friday night. Okay! I’ll go.”

“He likes to go to fancy places. Do you have an evening gown?”

“I don’t. Jack has never taken me to places like that.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll buy one after class today or tomorrow. Don’t worry, he’s very rich.”

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“You look beautiful in that dress,” Rigg said.

"I'd feel embarrassed wearing this in public. The neckline is so low, almost half my breasts are exposed, and it's backless too, so low you can practically see my butt. If I dance in this, my breasts might accidentally show," I said.

"It's just an evening gown, don't you really want it?" he coaxed me.

"Yes, I want it!" Actually, I really wanted it; I'd always wanted an evening gown like this.

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I looked at myself in the mirror. The gown was black and very beautiful. It was a gift because I had agreed to meet Rig's father-in-law. I hadn't seen the price tag, but I knew it must be very expensive. Did accepting this gift mean I was a prostitute? I didn't know; instead, I felt a wicked pleasure.

Another interesting thing was that I walked around the house in this outfit, and Jack didn't even notice. He never pays attention to what I wear, so I wasn't worried he'd find such a strange and expensive dress in my closet. He never knew what clothes I owned or how much each piece cost.

I heard the doorbell ring, glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure it wasn't a dream, and went to answer the door. I'd seen Vera before, so I assumed I'd see a short, old Native American, but when I opened the door, there stood a tall Black man in a driver's uniform.

"I'm Harry, Mr. Hong's driver. Please get in, miss," he said.

His demeanor was quite professional, but I still noticed him secretly looking me up and down. I felt as if I were standing naked in front of him. I quickly closed the door and walked with him to the luxury sedan. He opened the door for me, and I got into the back seat. To my surprise, Mr. Hong wasn't in the car.

"Where's Mr. Hong?" I asked.

"We're going to the hotel to pick him up. He said he felt bad for not being able to come and get you in person because he had some business to attend to. There's champagne in the refrigerator in the back of the car. Would you like some?" he said.

"Sure, thank you."

Harry took out a bottle of champagne and opened it. I saw the label on the bottle read "dom perignon," clearly indicating that Mr. Hong always used only the finest things. Harry poured me a glass.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"That's great, thank you."

Harry closed the car door, walked to the other side of the car, and sat in the driver's seat. The driver's seat and the back seat were separated by glass, and there was a curtain that could be drawn to prevent the front passengers from seeing what was happening in the back. However, the curtain wasn't drawn, and I noticed that Harry kept peeking at me through the rearview mirror.

The car drove quite smoothly. I sipped my champagne. Strangely, the car was moving very slowly, and the champagne was a strange thing too. It looked like soda, icy and fizzy, but it became warm when I drank it. I quickly finished a glass.

"Miss, please pour yourself some more," Harry said, looking in the rearview mirror.

By the time I finished my second glass, we had arrived at the hotel. We parked the car in front of the hotel, and the doorman quickly came forward to open the car door for me, but Harry got out of the car to stop him, asking him to inform Mr. Hong that the car had arrived. The doorman saluted Harry and ran into the hotel to make a phone call. I poured myself another glass of wine and waited in the car, while Harry stood in front of the car door.

About five minutes later, Charlie appeared, walking slowly. The doorman opened the hotel door for him, and Harry opened the car door at the same time. He was wearing a great men's suit and sat down next to me.

Harry closed the car door and drove to the club. On the way, Mr. Hong and I chatted briefly. He asked me why I liked teaching, and I asked him about the farm. Before reaching our destination, we drank quite a bit more.

When we got out of the car at the club, I realized that Charlie wasn't very tall, only about 150 centimeters. I was about 165 centimeters tall in heels, about a head taller than him. Our combination must have looked strange.

As we walked into the club, I felt like every pair of eyes was staring at us, and I felt like my breasts were about to pop out as I walked.

After dinner, Charlie invited me to dance. When I stood up, I realized I had drunk too much and was almost unsteady on my feet. Nevertheless, we went to the dance floor. Charlie was too short, so his head rested against my chest, buried between my breasts.

Soon, he actually used his chin to push open my clothes, exposing my nipples, and began sucking on them. My nipples immediately hardened. Exposing my breasts in front of so many people made me very uneasy; I had to stop him.

"No! Don't do that," I begged him to stop.

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When we left the club and got into the car, Charlie pulled me close, laid me on his lap, and bent down to kiss me. He held my head down with one hand and kissed me passionately, while his other hand slipped inside my clothes, groping my breasts. He first caressed them gently, then pinched them hard. My nipples were always quite sensitive, so they immediately hardened. I closed my eyes, enjoying his caresses. Then he unbuttoned the back of my clothes and pulled them down to my waist. I knew Harry had been peeking at my breasts in the rearview mirror.

We kissed for several minutes. When the car stopped, I looked out the sunroof and saw that we had arrived at a brightly lit gas station. I noticed Charlie smiling out the window. I followed his gaze and saw a man washing our car windows. I saw the view inside the car and was speechless with astonishment.

My first instinct was to cover my chest, but the alcohol made my hands move on their own, so I simply did nothing and let him see everything.

Finally, Charlie gently tapped on the car window to bring the man to his senses, while Harry kept glancing back.

After we left the gas station, Charlie helped me up so he could lick my nipples. We drove all the way to my house, with my upper body naked, sitting on this man's lap. I don't know how many people saw me like this, because most of the time, I was enjoying Charlie's caresses with my eyes closed. Once, I opened my eyes and saw Harry looking at the back seat through the rearview mirror, a smile on his face.

A short while later, we arrived at my house. Harry opened the car door, and my clothes weren't buttoned up yet, so I got out, clutching my clothes to cover my chest. Charlie, Harry, and I walked to the door together. I held onto my clothes with one hand and searched for the key with the other, but I couldn't find it. Finally, I let go of my clothes, exposing my upper body, and focused on finding the key to open the door.

At that moment, I secretly hoped my neighbors would see me half-naked, followed by a tall Black man and a short Native American man.

The door finally opened, and I invited them in for a drink. I wanted to go into the kitchen, but Charlie pulled me into the bedroom, took off my dress, and I was left wearing only garter stockings, panties, underwear, and high heels, standing in front of the two men.

When Charlie took off my underwear, Harry had already taken off all his clothes, and I didn't resist.

Charlie pulled me onto the bed, and Harry stood naked beside it. The bedroom light made his dark skin gleam. His penis was large, at least 25 centimeters long and thick. He stood between my legs as I wished.

I realized Charlie's glans was pressed against my cheek; he had already taken his penis out. He pulled my hair up, making me bring my mouth close to his glans. I opened my mouth and took his small, soft penis into my mouth, sucking with all my might. Meanwhile, Harry pressed his glans against my vulva, making me incredibly hot. When he inserted his penis into my vagina, I couldn't help but gently bite Charlie's penis.

Charlie's penis grew harder and harder in my mouth. When it was fully erect, it was only half the size of Harry's. He excitedly thrust in and out of my mouth. I looked up and saw him smiling at me.

"I love watching black men fuck white prostitutes; it gives me an orgasm," he said as he thrust.

Charlie kept pushing his penis into my mouth. I knew he wanted to go down my throat, so I slowly relaxed my muscles, letting Charlie go deeper. At this time, every time Harry pulled his penis out of my vagina, Charlie would push it even deeper into my mouth.

I felt Harry's penis stretching my vagina open; it hurt, but he kept thrusting harder and harder. I could barely breathe; his penis was so hard and long, making it hard for me to breathe. During my orgasm, Charlie shoved his penis into my mouth, and I almost suffocated, but they both continued playing with my body without a care.

Just when I felt myself passing out, Harry thrust even more violently. I didn't know if I could take it anymore, but I didn't want him to stop. Charlie did too; he thrust it down my throat.

Suddenly Charlie ejaculated in my mouth. The semen shot out and I jumped, almost vomiting. I coughed as he ejaculated on my face, lips, eyes, and hair, making me look quite disheveled.

The sight of my face covered in semen must have excited Harry. I heard him groan, and then felt a warm rush inside me—he had ejaculated inside me.

Harry pulled his penis out; it was still hard. I rolled over to catch my breath.

"Good, you rolled over by yourself. I'm going to fuck your ass now," Harry said.

I trembled, not because I was afraid of him using his big cock, but because I loved anal sex so much, and his commanding tone left me powerless to resist.

When I was in college and still a virgin, like other girls, I was afraid of getting pregnant and didn't want to have sex. But my boyfriend told me that if he did anal sex, I wouldn't have to worry about that. I thought about it for a while and agreed to let him do anal sex. He was well-prepared and had plenty of lubrication. That time, it felt amazing. Yes, I had several orgasms during my first time doing anal sex. I discovered that I really enjoyed anal sex. It wasn't until later that I realized many women don't do anal sex.

A few weeks later, I asked my boyfriend to actually have sex with me. In the following month, I slept with five different men. From then on, my reputation spread far and wide. Men slept with me one after another, and people kept introducing me to virgins. That was my time in college.

The biggest regret is that I never experienced gang rape. Most of the time, they would gang rape me or anally when I was unconscious or drunk. The next day, I would find bruises and teeth marks on my body and realize I had been gang raped, but it felt good.

"Great! Keep going with her ass! I paid!" Charlie said.

I hated him saying that, but he was right. I had accepted the dress, but I wore it to meet him. But it was also true that the dress could be considered payment for having sex with me.

I lifted my buttocks, and Harry inserted his fingers into my vagina, then smeared the lubrication from his fingers onto my anus. When his fingers touched my anus, I involuntarily clenched, but he still forced his fingers into my anus, stretching it open.

Then he inserted his penis into my vagina and pumped it in and out, getting it covered in my lubrication before inserting it into my anus. Tears involuntarily streamed down my face. I hugged the pillow tightly and buried my head in it.

"I can't believe it, my penis actually fits completely into this bitch's ass. No woman, not even a prostitute, has ever had her anus completely shoved in by me! You say she's a teacher? Then she must be an authority on sex education," Harry said.

"Damn! I've never seen such a spectacular performance," Charlie said.

Harry began thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I found myself enduring this slightly painful pleasure, screaming while clutching the pillow, and my orgasms were continuous. His penis was rapidly moving in and out of my rectum, and my sweat soaked the pillow.

Soon I lost consciousness, and when I regained it, they were both dressed and ready to leave. I wanted to get up and watch them leave, but I couldn't move; my legs were almost numb.

"I'll call you again," Harry said.

Reg had told me that Charlie wouldn't go to the same woman twice, but I figured I could have sex with Harry again even without him.

"Do you know my phone number?" I asked.

"Of course, I've already written it down," he said.

After I heard them open the door and leave, I reached out and turned on the light. I saw 20,000 yuan on the bedside table. Charlie was right; he had paid me.

(End of Chapter Two)

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