The Fall of a Married Female Teacher 01

The Fall of a Married Female Teacher:
My name is Li Guanghua, a first-year high school student at Tianjing No. 1 High School. My father is a high-ranking official in the Municipal Education Bureau, and my mother is a successful and beautiful businesswoman. Excellent genes have given me a somewhat handsome
appearance, but I'm not tall, only 1.7 meters. I'm also a little overweight. But that doesn't matter; although I'm only 16, I've had countless women. I'm incredibly daring when it comes to women. Whether it's rape, drugging, training, or abuse, I'm very skilled.
My greatest pleasure is training respectable women and innocent girls, making them my indispensable sex slaves. The process of taming them is faithfully recorded by my camera and uploaded to the internet to share with fellow wolves.
Sometimes, I anonymously send these videos to the families of these "bitch" women, letting them see the lewd side of their virtuous wives and loving mothers, or their lovely young daughters.
Of course, my standards are very high, and I'm also someone who gets bored very easily. What happens to the women I tire of is never a consideration for me. At the beginning of
the school year, my father took advantage of his position... I was assigned to the top class at the best middle school in the city, Class 1 of No. 1 Middle School. Entering the classroom, my sharp eyes instantly scanned every female student. Damn, they were all ugly ducklings. Sure enough
, there were too many expectations in this academically focused class. Listening to the chatter around me, I just listlessly slumped onto my desk, closing my eyes to rest. Just then, I suddenly heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor, and the air around me went silent. The noise in the classroom abruptly stopped.
"Hello everyone, I'm your homeroom teacher, history teacher Wang Yue. It's nice to meet you all."
Holy crap, that voice, authoritative yet undeniably alluring. I snapped to attention, looking up at the source of the sound. Looking up, a pair of black pointed high heels came into view. Black stockings concealed a pair of straight legs behind a veil of smoke, revealing a hint of shimmer. A
purple pencil skirt blocked my further exploration, and a purple lace blouse concealed her prominent breasts. Although she was bundled up tightly, based on my experience, Mr. Li, she was at least a 34D.
Her long, slender neck framed a stunningly beautiful face that would outshine any flower. Her cherry lips were slightly upturned, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with charm. Her willow-leaf eyebrows possessed a sharp edge. Her jet-black hair was styled in a high bun. What a dignified and radiant mature beauty! To be honest, although I've been with many women, this was the first time I'd ever seen one who could make me lose control of my manhood at first glance. Although I was indulging in some fantasies, the sudden uproar in the classroom pulled me back to reality.
"Wow, our homeroom teacher looks so beautiful!"
"Our homeroom teacher doesn't look like a teacher at all, she looks more like a model!"
"Damn, such a beautiful woman as a teacher, it's such a blessing for us students!
" "Damn it, bro, stop talking, I saw that teacher's black-stockinged legs and I already came in my pants."
The classroom was filled with various voices discussing the teacher, ignoring her clapping and attempts to stop the discussion
. Then, a loud bang echoed. The homeroom teacher slammed her hand on the desk, her pretty face frosty
. "Don't think I'm easy to bully just because I'm always smiling. I've been teaching at this school for over ten years since graduating with my master's degree. Most of you are among the best of your age, so as the teacher of the top class, my strictness and teaching ability are second to none. Therefore, I hope that with my guidance, you can study hard, gain more knowledge, and get into a good university to change your destiny. However, there are a small number of students who may..." My foundation isn't as strong as other students', and I only got into this class for other reasons. But what I want to say is that since you're here, I have an obligation to guide you onto the right track. Don't be idle all day, and don't think you can just coast along as long as you don't bother others. In my class, there are only hardworking and ambitious students, not lazy students who just go through the motions. If you're willing to learn, I can work hard with you, but if you're not motivated, then I'm sorry, please leave. I only have three rules: First, study hard and cooperate with the teacher's teaching; second, be honest and don't cheat; and third, don't date. That concludes my opening address to all students. Now, please return to your dorms according to your student ID numbers to prepare. We'll assemble on the playground this afternoon to begin our two-week military training. "
Damn, I feel like this beautiful, mature female teacher is targeting me, but I like it." As a lazy student, it's impossible to study properly; I guess I can only use the old methods to perfectly get through these three years of high school.
Walking into my dorm room 211, three of the four beds were already occupied. After introducing ourselves, we learned that the fat guy in bed one was named Zhang Zong. He looked like a typical teenage otaku. The guy in bed two was Liu Qiang, a burly, dark-skinned man with acne all over his face; he must have been at least 1.85 meters tall. The guy in bed three was me, Li Guanghua, Mr. Li. The guy in bed four was a skinny, bespectacled, weakling who looked like a chick
. I was shocked to learn that this guy, Jiang Tao, was actually the son of our homeroom teacher, Wang Yue. It seemed he had suffered a lot of oppression from his mother at home, making him rather introverted and timid. This was probably the negative effect of being suppressed by a domineering mother for a long time. Of course, since we were all boys of similar age, we quickly became friends. We laughed and joked around very well, and apart from Jiang Tao being quiet, there were basically no other problems. But the military training that followed was exhausting. Training from six in the morning to nine at night every day—these idiotic leaders were inhuman! Especially with the blazing sun shining for several days in a row during this late summer/early autumn season, it was truly unbearable. Especially my kidneys, which were incredibly weak
. What? How could military training cause kidney deficiency? Of course, it's because our teacher, Wang Yue, is so dedicated and responsible, always making time to train with us every day. And what's most terrifying is that Teacher Wang always changes her outfits daily. Sometimes, when it's hot, she wears a white dress, a large sun hat, and her bright red-painted, flesh-colored stockings playfully peek out from her peep-toe sandals
. Sometimes, when it's cool in the morning, she appears on the field in a full office lady outfit and black high heels. During every training break, my pent-up libido would rush to the toilet and release my pent-up desire. I've fantasized about at least a hundred different scenarios of Teacher Wang giving me footjobs while wearing various colored stockings,
based on these observations over the past few days. I'm convinced that this beautiful, mature female homeroom teacher, Wang Yue, is a stocking fetishist. She changes her stockings daily, wearing flesh-colored, black, white, gray, and colorful ones. At the same time, she must be a lonely woman, because this kind of beautiful, mature woman has just transitioned from young married to mature woman, a time when she's at her most sexually active and eager, yet her exposed fair skin never shows any signs of sexual activity. Therefore, I infer that she lacks a sex life
. Initially, I quite admired this beautiful homeroom teacher because, unlike other homeroom teachers, she didn't spend all her time resting in her office. She was present at the training ground for at least two hours every day, a sight that helped countless boys relieve their fatigue. She also paid for water for the students out of her own pocket, constantly encouraging them to persevere. Once, a female student vomited on the homeroom teacher's Daphne sandals because she ate too much in the morning, but she didn't mind; instead, she helped the girl to the infirmary. All of this made me feel very good about her. Although she was a bit demanding, she was indeed a caring teacher.
However, when she made me do a hundred push-ups and run five laps because I had masturbated too much the day before and was late for school the next morning, my respect for her vanished, leaving only hatred. From that moment on, my desires began to swell.
In the later days of military training, I had some minor conflicts with Teacher Wang, a result of my pride deliberately going against her. At the same time, I inquired about my roommate Jiang Tao's family background, learning that his father was a business manager at a multinational company, often stationed abroad, and also about his mother Wang Yue's habits and hobbies.
After a period of catering to her interests, I became the big brother to everyone in the dormitory and became Jiang Tao's good friend. At this time, my lewd plan began to be planned.
After military training, I finally returned home. Following heated discussions with online enthusiasts, I finally decided how to deal with my beautiful homeroom teacher. For this kind of respectable woman, I decided to use a date rape approach to gradually conquer her. Through a helpful netizen, I obtained a bottle of powerful date rape drug
that could render an adult helpless for two hours. I also got a box of powerful aphrodisiac ointment that could transform a chaste and virtuous woman into a shameless and wanton slut. I also acquired a butterfly mask, a mini voice changer, and several pinhole cameras. Of course, there was also my beloved video camera.
With everything ready, I used my relationship with Jiang Tao as an excuse to visit his house and secretly installed cameras in her mother's bedroom, bathroom, and living room. During breaks, I also secretly placed a camera under Ms. Wang's desk and several other pinhole cameras in hidden corners of the office. After receiving professional guidance, and with these cameras able to clearly capture most of the room
, I deliberately arrived late, didn't do my homework, and disrupted class. At first, Ms. Wang, because I was her son's good friend, would stay in her office after school to patiently persuade me to change my ways. But as time went on, she lost patience with my stubbornness.
And I gradually figured out the office teachers' routine for leaving work. In this month, I've grown tired of seeing Wang Yue, this beautiful mature woman, changing clothes and going to the bathroom, and I'm also tired of seeing what's under her skirt. Now, all I want is to thrust my cannon deep into her bushes and leave my mark in her womb.
It was a Friday at the end of September, the day before the holiday. In the afternoon history class, I had a fierce argument with my prey. Sure enough, after class, the homeroom teacher asked me to go to her office.
Ms. Wang sat at her desk grading homework, while I stood in the corner, staring intently at her profile, because I knew this was the last time she would sit in front of me as a dignified teacher. I stood silently in the corner, watching the sky outside the window gradually darken as the other teachers in the office left.
Half an hour passed until only Ms. Wang and I remained in the office. I figured that apart from the security guard at the gate, no one else would appear at the school. Then, I took off my backpack, pulled out the sleeping pills I'd hidden on the outside, and concealed them in my sleeve. I walked up to Ms. Wang. "Ms. Wang, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."
Ms. Wang looked up. "You know you were wrong? Do you know how much trouble you cause us?" She then launched into a tirade of scolding until she coughed. I realized my chance had come! At that moment, I blurted out, "Teacher, you're right. Let me get you a glass of water." Before she could react, I grabbed the glass and quickly walked to the water dispenser, secretly pouring half a bottle of sleeping pills into it.
Ms. Wang looked at my retreating figure with a helpless expression, completely unaware of my little scheme. After I handed her the water glass, she took a small sip and was about to lecture me again when I cleverly used a stomachache as an excuse to run to the restroom. After smoking a cigarette, I returned to the office. Ms. Wang was slumped over her desk, motionless. I called her name twice from the doorway, but she didn't respond. A surge of joy filled me.
I quickly entered the office, locked the door, and drew the curtains. I set up my small camera from my bag. With everything ready,
I first helped Ms. Wang up, letting her slump into a chair. I casually removed her high heels and picked up her beautiful black-stockinged feet, caressing them closely. Hmm, her feet, after a day of exercise, carried a slight leathery scent. Ten toes, painted with red nail polish, curled together under the protection of the stockings.
I buried my face between Ms. Wang's feet, breathing deeply. This strange sensation deeply stimulated my senses. After a while, I put Ms. Wang's feet down and slowly moved my fingers up her calves, parting her legs and lifting her skirt to her waist.
Wow, I really didn't expect that. Today, this slut was actually wearing a rather sexy pair of black lace panties. Aiming at her vagina, I thrust my finger in and out a few times, my finger just barely entering the entrance. After a dozen or so thrusts, I felt the panties were already soaked with fluid. She was indeed a mature woman who had been craving sex for a long time; the slightest stimulation was enough to trigger her reaction
. Then, I focused my attention on Ms. Wang's plump buttocks. I had occasionally brushed against them unintentionally before, and had been severely criticized for it. I rubbed Ms. Wang's big buttocks hard, feeling waves of flesh ripple. A couple of hard slaps made them tremble even more.
At this moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. I ripped open Ms. Wang's shirt and pushed up her black bra. A pair of snow-white breasts jumped out, freed from their restraints. I grabbed them tightly and began to knead them vigorously, occasionally biting and sucking on the nipples. Soon, her snow-white breasts were flushed red from my kneading. Her two nipples stood erect. Having had my fill of appetizers, it was time for the main event.
I picked up a pen from the table and poked a hole in the crotch of her stockings. Then I tore the stockings open along the hole, quickly reducing them to just below the knee. Her pink skin from her buttocks to her thighs was exposed to the air.
I then lifted Ms. Wang's legs and pulled down her panties. Her long-dormant pubic hair finally welcomed a new guest. I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, and pulled out my 22cm black cannon. I spat twice and smeared some saliva on my weapon before guiding my large penis into Ms. Wang's honey pot. I
had only inserted about half of it when I felt like I couldn't go any further; the narrow passage hindered my exploration. With only half of it inserted, I began to slowly thrust in and out, gradually widening Ms. Wang's vagina and advancing deeper. After three or four minutes of struggling, I finally managed to insert my entire penis into Teacher Wang's wet and tight vagina. Her vagina squeezed my penis and glans fiercely; if I hadn't been a seasoned veteran, I probably would have surrendered immediately. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed Wang Yue's beautiful feet, one in each hand, and hoisted her legs onto my shoulders. Like a pile driver, I began to work relentlessly, my dark penis pounding and thrusting into Teacher Wang's snow-white buttocks. The continuous impact caused her buttocks to ripple.
At this moment, Teacher Wang's beautiful eyes were closed, her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed, and low moans occasionally escaped her throat. Her beautiful hair was wet with sweat, a few strands falling across her forehead, giving her a pitiful, haggard beauty.
The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the empty office. I knew this was the symphony of a virtuous and beautiful woman's descent into a hell of lust. Finally, with a roar, I pressed my penis firmly against the end of Ms. Wang's vagina, ejaculating my life essence in a series of spurts
. I maintained this position for a moment, then slowly withdrew my penis and exited Ms. Wang's body. I saw murky white fluid gradually seeping from her engorged, everted labia. A white stream of fluid flowed from her labia, sliding down into her anus, and dripping onto the black office chair
. Then I turned around, turned off the video recording, and took a series of photos of Ms. Wang's disheveled genitals. I also took photos of the beautiful woman's body from various angles. I reinserted my penis into Ms. Wang's body for a photo of intercourse in progress. Then I inserted my penis into Wang Yue's red lips for a photo of oral sex. Finally, I wrote on Ms. Wang's plump buttocks with a red watercolor pen: "The Number One Slut of the City's No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Li's New Personal Sex Toilet." I stood behind Wang Yue and helped her make a peace sign. After taking the last group photo, today's work was finished. Of course, during the photo shoot, I ejaculated a few more times, getting hard again. Before leaving, I helped Ms. Wang wipe the semen off her genitals with her underwear and stockings. Finally, I crumpled her underwear into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth, then inserted her semen-soaked stockings into her vagina. Thinking it had to be symmetrical, I also inserted that red watercolor pen into her anus. After packing my things, I went to the door and recorded the scene with my camera. I turned off the lights and closed the door. Humming a little tune, I left the school to go back and organize my thoughts, then posted today's spoils on the forum. I wanted to share my joy with my fellow netizens. And my good classmate, "good friend" Jiang Tao, and my roommate. Should I let them join in too? Hahaha, just thinking about it is so funny. And so, my figure disappeared into the bustling city.
An hour later, Wang Yue gradually woke up from her coma. In her hazy state, she felt weak all over, and there was a large clump of foreign object with a strong, pungent smell in her mouth. Her lower body was swollen and distended, accompanied by sharp, intermittent pain. She opened her eyes, but all she saw was darkness.
Tense and terrified, she collapsed from the chair to the floor, the red watercolor pen plunging deep into her anus upon impact. A sharp pain shot through her rectum; she jerked her head up, only managing a muffled groan through her gagged mouth, tears streaming down her face. After a long pause, she shakily pulled the watercolor pen from her anus and
removed the panties from her mouth and the torn stockings from her vagina. As a wife and mother, she knew exactly what had happened. Suddenly, her phone lit up with a series of WeChat message notifications. Tears welling in her eyes, she sat on the floor, trembling as she reached for her phone. A friend named Mr. Li had sent her over a dozen pictures and a voice message.
Wang Yue opened them, and her vision blurred; she nearly fainted. The photos depicted various scenes of her brutal assault. In particular, insulting words had been written on her genitals. She shone the light from her phone screen and saw the glaring red words on her snow-white buttocks. Finally, overwhelmed with grief, she burst into tears.
At that moment, the voice message began playing:
"Hello, Teacher Wang Yue. I am your future master. You can call me Mr. Li, or you can simply call me Master. I believe you understand your current situation. This is just the beginning. I hope you don't do anything foolish. If you are determined to fight to the death, your sex videos and photos with your student will circulate throughout the entire internet. Then you will be attacked by ubiquitous social commentary and ruined. Perhaps you don't care, but I suggest you think about what your precious son will think if he knows about his mother's lewd side, what his future will be like? I hope you will seriously consider this before making your decision. By the way, you'd better tidy yourself up, don't let anyone see through your act." Wang Yue slumped onto the cold floor, her mind filled with countless thoughts. She lowered her head, buried her face, and sobbed uncontrollably. She knew that if these things really happened, her naturally weak son might not be able to handle the negative comments, and it might even lead him to end his life prematurely. Therefore, she could only face this dark reality alone
. Just then, the phone rang again, and her son's innocent smile flashed on the screen. She forced herself to stop sobbing. She answered the phone.
"Mom, are you working overtime? Why aren't you home yet?"
Wang Yue paused. She said in as calm a tone as possible, "No, Mom is just grading homework and I'm a little late. I'll be home soon."
"Mom, are you crying? What happened?"
"No, Mom just choked on some water. Tao Tao, what do you want to eat? Mom will buy you something delicious today." "
Really? I want braised shrimp!"
"Okay, Tao Tao, do your homework first. Mom will go buy it for you now. That's all for now, bye-bye."
"Goodbye, Mom, come back soon!"
After saying that, Wang Yue stared blankly in the darkness for a while before struggling to sit up, gripping the chair. The excruciating pain in her lower body made her gait severely distorted. She fumbled for the light switch, hurriedly stuffed her panties and stockings, stained with saliva, semen, and her own vaginal fluid, into her handbag, cleaned up the marks of their struggle, quickly tidied her clothes, and rushed out of the office towards the parking lot. She had no idea what the future held—
a story yet to be told .

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