Youthful Dance

I'm a lazy person and always love to sleep, but I still feel sleepy the next day. I went to the hospital for a checkup and asked what was wrong. The doctor just said it was neurasthenia, prescribed some medicine, and sent me home. I remember neurasthenia can cause insomnia, so how come my love of sleep is the same as insomnia?

It's because I love to sleep that I'm always sleepy, yawning all day long, and feeling listless, a bit like someone on a drug addiction. Being sleepy every day definitely makes me look unwell, and bad spirits are prone to misfortune, so I had a little accident.

I used to work as a driver for a company that wasn't very big, with only two cars, but many managers, so I drove everyone. The day the accident happened, I was driving the manager.

We were driving to a freight company to discuss business, and as soon as we got to the door, a man rushed out.

He was shirtless, I didn't see him, and he didn't see me either, and our car made close contact with him. Rather than saying I hit him, it's more like he deliberately came to me. He was running very fast that day when my car hit him, sending him flying into the air and landing on the roof, just like in a Hong Kong horror movie. His blood was streaming down the car window.

The manager was almost scared to death and sat in the car, too afraid to get out. He told me to go out and call the police, and also to get the guy out of the car to see if he was dead. I wasn't too scared at the time. I got out and put my hand under the guy's bleeding nose to check. I found he was still breathing, so I immediately took out my phone and dialed 110. Soon, a police car and an ambulance arrived.

However, because there were too many onlookers, the ambulance couldn't get in, so they had to send two doctors to carry in a stretcher. The guy who hit my car was unlucky. Just as the two doctors were carrying the stretcher to the ambulance, a motorcycle with faulty brakes came hurtling towards them and crashed into the stretcher between the two doctors.

Later, I heard that the man died. It was a miracle he survived being hit twice. I heard from the freight company that the guy who was hit was named Wang Chong. Wang Chong? A dead insect? What a terrible name. He was a released convict who got caught harassing a female employee at his company by the boss. He ran away in fear, so you could only say he was unlucky. His name was already bad, and then he harassed someone in front of the boss – how stupid of him!

Because of this incident, the business deal fell through, and I became the culprit. The boss paid me three months' salary and then fired me. I had nothing to say; I could only say I was unlucky.

Jobs are hard to find these days. I don't have any skills; all I can do is drive, and even that's mediocre. I didn't know what kind of job to look for. So I stayed home, and when I had nothing to do, I'd go out with friends to sing, dance, visit prostitutes, and go to bathhouses. Soon, my three months' salary was gone.

My mom, seeing me doing nothing all day, asked someone to find me a job. I became a dormitory supervisor at a middle school, earning less than a thousand a month, but room and board were included. I usually just sit in the duty room watching the students come and go, asking those without school badges a question, so it's quite easy. It's just a pity I'm not in charge of the girls' dormitory.

I'm the dorm supervisor for this building, and I have a few other newly assigned staff members under me. They're all recent graduates who couldn't find jobs right away, so they're just taking on the role of dorm supervisors temporarily, planning to find better work later—a practice they call "riding a donkey while looking for a horse."

Honestly, I still dislike school because the teachers weren't very kind to me, though the classmates were alright. After being a dorm supervisor for a while, I was transferred to the teaching building. I have a few people under me: two for cleaning, two for security, and a few for odd jobs.

Being the teaching building supervisor means getting up early, because students start studying around 6 AM, and you also have to sleep late, as students often study or teachers work on assignments until very late. My job isn't too demanding; I open the main gate in the morning, lock it at night, and then patrol the area. The pay is a little higher than in the dorm.

Getting up in the morning is definitely a difficult thing, especially since I was having a wet dream, but I had no choice; I had to get up for the job. I rubbed my eyes, got out of bed, dressed, and grabbed a bunch of keys to open the main gate of the teaching building.

The morning air was nice. I stretched at the door, intending to go back to my room to sleep, but when I saw someone running towards me, I couldn't fall back asleep.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang," the person said as they ran up to me.

"Good morning, Ms. Ma," I replied.

She then ran towards the back playground. She was a physical education teacher at the school, probably around 30 years old. I don't know why she wasn't married yet. She lived in the school's faculty apartment and went for a run every day at this time. She was pretty, with long eyelashes and slightly dark skin, probably from teaching outdoors so often. A ponytail swung behind her head.

What I liked most about her was the way she ran; her full breasts moved in a semi-oval motion in front of her chest. Every time I saw her, my eyes followed her breasts. But there was also something I didn't like about her: she always called me "Master" whenever she saw me. I'm not even 30 yet, and I'm already called "Master."

After washing up in my room, I went out to get something to eat. When I returned to the duty room, my subordinates were already there. They were chatting animatedly, and as soon as they saw me, they all greeted me. We're usually very casual when we work together, so there were no reservations, and we said whatever came to mind.

"Brother Zhang, you're just up?" said one of the cleaning ladies.

"I got up early, went to eat. What are you all talking about?" I asked.

"What else could we be talking about? Of course, it's about these teachers," said Xiao Liu, who was in charge of security. He was about my age, and we were best friends.

"What's wrong with the teachers?" I asked.

"Hey! Where are the good teachers these days? Take our principal, for example. She's over 40, her kids are all grown up, but she still dresses up and goes out dancing every night. I've seen it a few times," Xiao Liu said.

"You're not mistaken, are you?" I asked.

"Of course not. She dances quite well, but unfortunately, very few men ask her to dance," he said.

“That’s true, who would want to dance with someone who could be their mother? Besides, everyone dances for a purpose these days,” I said.

“Brother Zhang is right, the principal’s husband has been dead for years, no wonder she’s lonely,” the cleaning lady said.

“Yeah,” Xiao Liu echoed.

I hadn’t heard of that before, but it was useful information. I decided to study it and immediately memorized it.

“It’s not just the principal, not many of the female teachers in the PE department are good people,” Xiao Liu added.

“We’re all good friends, it’s okay to talk about it, don’t gossip in front of others,” I said.

“Of course.”

Soon all the people I worked with arrived, and we chatted enthusiastically. When the 8 o’clock bell rang for class, we started our respective work.

The daytime work was rather boring, but today was alright because the female teachers in the PE department all had PE classes, and I could see them teaching from my room. Looking around, Teacher Ma was the most alluring. Her breasts were larger than the others, but her buttocks looked firm, though lacking in fleshiness. I wondered what it would feel like if they clamped my penis between them. Regardless of her firm buttocks, her breasts alone were enough to make my penis incredibly hard.

My workday was coming to an end. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 11:15. It was time to close up and clear out the room. I picked up my flashlight and began patrolling the floors.

For some reason, I felt increasingly excited as I walked, as if something was about to happen. It was quite late, and most of the students had left. The few remaining students studying looked exhausted. I slowly made my way to the fourth floor, the administrative building, a place rarely frequented by students. Their presence meant trouble was brewing.

When I reached the administration office, I heard unusual sounds inside. I recognized those sounds immediately—the sounds of me having sex with prostitutes when I went there.

"No way, are there free porn videos?" I lifted my foot and peered through the small window in the door. It was the director's office. I couldn't see anything else clearly, except for two naked bodies intertwined. The man was balding, the director of the administration office, surnamed Wang. The woman was none other than Teacher Ma, her large breasts giving away her identity.

Teacher Ma was sitting in the director's lap, his penis thrusting vigorously between her legs. Teacher Ma held the director's head tightly, while he played with one of her red nipples as he thrust.

"Damn it, those breasts should have been mine, and you got them first," I muttered to myself.

"Ahhhhhh, so good, Director... harder... harder..." Teacher Ma, who was usually quite provocative, was even more horribly provocative at this moment, her words completely incongruous with her teacher status.

"Little Ma, you... you feel so good here..." The director thrust forcefully, muttering to himself.

His body was covered in black bumps, on his hands and feet, looking disgusting, like he had a sexually transmitted disease.

"Director... I... I'm... I'm counting on you for my promotion..." Teacher Ma said, swaying her hips back and forth.

"Don't worry... I will definitely, definitely promote you to deputy director..." The director said, opening his mouth and biting one of her nipples, smacking it disgustingly, drool dripping from his mouth.

I was burning with lust outside, my penis pressed hard against my pants. I reached inside and started stroking it, my eyes glued to the erotic scene inside.

"I...I'm going to cum..." the director cried out, then stopped, resting his head on Ms. Ma's breasts, panting heavily.

"Director, don't forget about me," Ms. Ma said lewdly, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.

"I...I know!" the director barely managed to say.

Ms. Ma stood up from the director, walked to the side, spread her legs towards the door, and parted her labia. A long, milky stream of semen flowed from her vagina. She had no pubic hair; she was a "white tiger" (a term for a woman with no pubic hair). Her plump vulva made my mouth water.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen gushed out. I immediately pulled my hand out; it was covered in semen. I smelled the slightly fishy odor and ran downstairs to my room.

Lying in bed, thinking about Teacher Ma's appearance, my penis hardened again. Getting her didn't seem too difficult. As long as I had a certain status, it seemed she was the kind of woman who would sell her body for her future.

If that were the case, I would need to have the same status as the head of the academic affairs office.

I suddenly thought of our principal. If I could capture her, and then use her to get Teacher Ma, that would be perfect. I began to plan my actions.

The next evening, I handed over my work to someone else and went to the dance hall that Xiao Liu frequented with me. We found a seat and sat down.

"Look, she's already here," Xiao Liu said, pointing to a seat next to us.

I looked in the direction she was pointing and indeed saw a woman, dressed very flamboyantly. Upon closer inspection, I could vaguely make out the principal's features, except her hair was curly, her skin looked very white, and she wore black-rimmed glasses.

Leisurely dance music was playing in the dance hall, and everyone was dancing with their partners. The principal sat there alone, watching the people on the dance floor.

I stood up and walked over.

"May I ask you to dance?" I extended my hand.

"Oh, it's you." The principal recognized me but still extended her hand, and we walked hand in hand onto the dance floor.

"Principal? I almost didn't recognize you, you've become so much prettier." I began my advances.

"Hehe, Xiao Zhang, do you come here often?" Her hand was on my shoulder as she skillfully took the dance steps.

"Not often, how about you?" I asked.

"I don't come often either, just once in a while." She was clearly lying.

We danced together for a long time, chatting as we danced. My hand was initially around her waist, but slowly it moved to her hip. She initially kept a distance from me, but gradually our bodies pressed together.

Just as we were slowly becoming intimate, fast-paced dance music started playing. It turned out it was time to dance. We walked off the dance floor hand in hand and ordered some drinks.

"Xiao Zhang, don't you have anything to do today?" she asked.

"I've been a bit tired lately. A friend invited me out to relax, so I had someone else do my work for me," I said.

"You young people should exercise more," she said.

"Principal, what are you saying? You're not old at all. I'll invite you to come sometime," I said tentatively.

"Sure," she readily agreed.

The principal's surname was Li, and she was 43 years old. Her husband had passed away from illness, leaving her with a daughter. She had many connections in the education department, so her position as principal was very secure, and she was also the school's Party Secretary. She wasn't unattractive, but a pair of large glasses obscured her charm. Her breasts, while not as full as Teacher Ma's, were still quite nice and firm, and her hips were round, especially considering how flamboyant she was dressed today.

We danced a few more songs before returning to our respective places.

"You're not trying to win over the principal, are you?" Xiao Liu asked.

"Hehe, that's a secret," I said.

After that day, the principal's attitude towards me changed considerably. Before, I was always the one to greet her, but now she was the one to greet me first. Our salaries also increased by a few yuan, and in return, I treated her to a few dances.

"Xiao Zhang, the glass in my office is a bit dirty. Could you come over and wipe it for me later?" The principal said to me early this morning.

"Sure, are you busy today? I'm worried it might inconvenience you if there are too many people in the office," I replied.

"It's alright, nothing important today. You can come over later," she said. After chatting with me for a few more minutes, she left.

After she left, I quickly changed into a vest and shorts, grabbed a rag and a bucket, and headed to her office.

"Why are you alone?" the principal asked.

"Everyone else is busy, so I had to come by myself. Where should I start?" I asked.

"You can start with the higher one," the principal said, pointing to the window.

I took the bucket to the windowsill and started wiping the glass, pretending to be serious. The principal stood below, watching me. I was only wearing shorts, not even underwear. I deliberately showed off my decent muscles and bulging crotch. She was indeed attracted to my appearance. Although she pretended to be tidying up her desk, her eyes kept glancing in my direction. She even came over under the pretense of asking if I needed help.

"Principal, could you please wring out the rag for me? I can't get down," I said.

"Sure." She took the rag, washed it in the basin, wrung it out, and handed it back to me.

I took the rag and continued wiping the glass, but my mind was already thinking about how to get her. I couldn't let such a good opportunity go to waste. I looked at the bucket of dirty water on the windowsill and then pretended to accidentally kick it away.

"Ah!" the principal cried out as some water from the bucket splashed onto her face. I immediately jumped down from the windowsill and went to her.

"I'm sorry, Principal, I wasn't looking." I immediately grabbed the towel behind the door and wiped the water off her body and face, taking the opportunity to grab her chest a few times.

"It's alright~" the principal said, taking off her glasses and placing them on the table.

"Ah." I was surprised when I saw the principal without her glasses. She was quite pretty, but usually when I saw her, she was either wearing glasses or in the dance hall, so I couldn't see her clearly. This time was different; we were close, and it was daytime. Today she was wearing a business suit, a gray short-sleeved top and a skirt that didn't reach her knees, showing off her figure completely.

"You~~~" The principal seemed to have noticed something and immediately prepared to put her glasses back on. I immediately grabbed her hand.

"No, actually~~ you're very pretty without your glasses," I said.

She didn't say anything, her hand waved symbolically a few times and then stopped moving, then she lowered her head, not daring to look at me.

My lips slowly moved towards hers, and just as we touched, she put her hand between our lips.

"The door... the door wasn't closed properly," she said softly.

I ran quickly, closed the door, and locked it.

When I kissed her lips again, she didn't resist but responded actively. We hugged tightly, and I sucked on her lips, my tongue teasing her mouth.

Her hand caressed my fairly strong muscles on my back, then slowly slid to my front, taking my penis through my shorts.

Since she was so proactive, I didn't hold back. My hand slipped inside her clothes, kneading her bra forcefully, my lips pressing against her lower lip, while my other hand unzipped her skirt.

I picked her up and laid her on the table, unbuttoning her top. When I pulled off her bra, a pair of lively, lovely breasts bounced playfully before my eyes. I immediately grabbed them and began sucking on them forcefully.

The principal hummed softly, reaching inside my shorts to grab my penis, her fingers playing with the glans.

I jumped onto the table and slapped the principal's lips with my penis. She immediately grabbed my penis and licked my testicles with her warm tongue, which roamed over them, then licked my anus as well. It felt so good. Finally, she tilted her head back and took my penis into her mouth, sucking on it.

"Mmm...mmm..." she moaned contentedly as she sucked, her other hand playing with her crotch.

I simply pressed myself against her, and we became a 69. Luckily, her desk was big enough, so I lay between her legs, breathing in her scent. She was wearing pantyhose, and I smelled her genitals through the stockings.

"Xiao Zhang...come on...I...I can't take it anymore," the principal said, releasing my penis.

I was almost at my limit too, so I jumped off the desk. She jumped off too, then turned her back to me and lifted her skirt. I knelt down and forcefully tore a hole in her pantyhose, then reached inside and touched her underwear.

The principal pulled down her pantyhose and underwear together, then placed her hands on the desk.

I admired her genitals; they were truly interesting. Her vaginal opening seemed slightly to the right, the entire vulva somewhat distorted, the sparse pubic hair forming an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Her two dark labia seemed listless, shrunken and wrinkled to the side. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, a strange taste filling my nostrils, stimulating my

brain . This taste made me feel like a beast 　　, and I

immediately opened my mouth to suck

on her clitoris. "Ah

... 　　Her vaginal opening was different from others, which is why I had this experience. So I slowly groped back and forth, and after a while I found the right path, and then suddenly thrust in all the way. 　　So good 　　, I never thought that the vagina of a woman in her forties could give me such stimulation, and I started thrusting 　　hard. " 　　Ah 　　... 　　She nodded, then quietly rested her head on the table. Her tense muscles revealed her nervousness; after all, it would be big news if a principal were caught having sex with a dormitory supervisor. 　　"Principal Li~~" the person outside was still calling. I listened carefully and recognized the voice—it was the director of the academic affairs office. He kept calling and knocking, persistent as ever. But we ignored him. He knocked a few more times, and then we heard his footsteps as he left. 　　"Phew~~~" the principal sighed, then turned and smiled at me, "You're quite experienced." 　　"Hehe," I chuckled, giving her a hard thrust, then continued our unfinished work. 　　"Mmm~~~" She bit her arm, trying to be quiet, then swayed her plump buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts. 　　The unique structure of her vagina sent different pleasures through my penis, each one potentially deadly. I gritted my teeth, pressing my hands against her breasts as I thrust forcefully. 　　My penis rubbed against the uneven walls of her vagina, which gripped it tightly, as if it were her lifeline.

"Mmm...mmm..." She tried her best to control her voice, adjusting her position with her body rising and falling to maximize her pleasure.

I pressed down on her, kissing her earlobe. Her face had a light fragrance of perfume, and upon closer inspection, I could see faint wrinkles on her forehead and a few freckles on her face, but these very features only enhanced her unique charm.

Under my kisses, she slowly straightened her body, her lower body locking tightly around my penis, making it quite difficult for me to thrust. I picked her up and pulled her arms away. Just as she was about to cry out, I immediately silenced her with my lips.

After several forceful thrusts, her vagina finally showed signs of orgasm, the vaginal walls beginning to stimulate my penis from different angles with varying intensity.

"Ah," I cried out, forcefully thrusting my penis all the way in, thick semen spraying from my urethra into her vagina.

"Mmm..." Her muscles stiffened, but it was a different kind of stiffness than the tension she had felt earlier.

I remained on top of her, my hands cupping her breasts. She lay panting on the table, her arms around my arm.

"You're amazing," she said, turning to me.

I kissed her, then slowly pulled my penis out of her winding vagina. She turned around and hugged me from the front, then took out a tissue to wipe the sticky fluid from my glans, her other hand reaching under my shirt to pinch my nipple.

"You're not bad either," I kissed her eyes. "I just came inside you, will you get pregnant?"

"Maybe, what if I get pregnant? I already have a child." Her tone suddenly changed, her face full of sorrow.

"Then marry me." I told her the lie I'd seen online.

"Hehe, you're so cute." She suddenly laughed. "You're so dense! I'm over 40, my child is so big, I had sterilization done a long time ago."

"Hehe." I gave an awkward laugh.

We cuddled intimately for a while longer, then got dressed. I opened the door, looked around, then grabbed the bucket and ran out.

Now I don't have to get up so early anymore, and I can sleep an extra hour every day. I've gone from being just a building manager to working in the academic affairs office. The old bald director was transferred by the principal because of his incompetence and some issues with his conduct, and I've taken his place. Now it's much easier to get along with Teacher Ma. Teacher Ma's face was gloomy for the few days the bald director was gone.

"Brother Zhang, congratulations on your promotion!" Today, when I went back to my old room to clean up, my former colleagues all said in unison.

"You guys shouldn't be so sarcastic. My promotion will benefit you too," I said.

"What about us?" asked two cleaning ladies.

"We're all good brothers, of course I'll help you," I said generously.

"Thanks in advance."

I took my things back to my office. My current office is right next to the principal's, making it much easier for everyone to meet.

Today, the Education Bureau had a meeting, and the principal went early in the morning. I sat in my office waiting for Teacher Ma to appear. She approached the bald director to get promoted to head of the physical education group. Now that there's no commission and the bald director is gone, she'll probably come looking for me.

I sat in my chair, looking at the pile of documents on my desk, flipping through them casually. I know absolutely nothing about this stuff; I'd rather sweep

the floor than deal with this. I stood up, picked up my teacup, and took a sip. "Knock knock!!" Someone knocked on the door. I went to open it.

"Teacher Zhang... oh... Director Zhang." The first thing I saw when the door opened was a pair of full breasts, and then I smelled that familiar scent. I knew it was Teacher Ma without even looking.

"Teacher Ma, please come in." I let her in.

"Please sit down." I said, picking up a disposable cup and pouring her a glass of water.

"Thank you." She took the cup and smiled at me.

"Teacher Ma, what can I do for you?" I sat down and crossed my legs.

"Director Zhang is new. Has she been busy lately?" she asked tentatively.

"Oh? Is there something you need?" I asked again.

"If you have time, I'd like to invite you out for a meal. I haven't been at this school for very long, so there are a few things I need your help with," she said

. "Oh. I'll see. I'm new here, and the previous director left me a lot of work, so I need to take care of it these next few days. I'll come if I have time," I said expressionlessly.

Her meal didn't interest me; I was interested in her, her full breasts, and her hairless vulva. As I thought about it, my gaze shifted from her face to her chest, and then from her chest to between her legs. She was wearing a gray tracksuit today, the clothes were rather loose, concealing her curves, but still couldn't hide her breasts. I began to rape her with my eyes.

"Oh, is that so? Then I won't trouble you now. I'll contact you again after you get off work," she said, standing up.

"Hehe, then you'll have to wait a while. I'll be busy until very late today," I revealed some useful information to her.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. See you tonight." She said and left.

"Okay." After seeing her off, I closed the door and sat down in my chair. I pondered her words, "See you tonight." It seemed my plan had been quite successful.

After seeing Teacher Ma off, I started waiting. Time passed so slowly; a day felt like a year. I wondered why there was an idiom like "a day feels like a year"—it must be something like that. However, I was still worried that Teacher Ma wouldn't fall for it. Several times I almost went to the PE department to find her, but I didn't. I'm a director now; it wouldn't be appropriate for me to approach a teacher.

Around ten o'clock at night, I returned to my office. To avoid disturbing others, I specifically instructed the current building manager not to patrol my floor. I checked my watch, then looked at the door, and suddenly remembered something. I had seen Teacher Ma and that bald man through the small window in this door. I didn't want anyone else to see me. I found a poster and used tape to fix it to the window.

It was still very hot in the office. Although it was late summer, the weather was still extremely hot. I took off my stiff suit and changed into a loose vest and shorts.

"Knock knock!!! Is the director in?" Just as I thought, Teacher Ma came.

"Teacher Ma, it's so late, why haven't you gone home yet?" I said, opening the door.

"I made some food for you. I thought you must be hungry after working so late."

She said as she walked in and placed a bag on the table.

She had changed out of her sportswear and into a tight white short-sleeved shirt and a long skirt. Her outfit was a bit strange. The short-sleeved shirt covered her upper body tightly, completely outlining her breasts, and I could vaguely see her nipples.

"Is she not wearing a bra?" I wondered to myself.

"I made some soup. Director, come and try it." She said, ladling a bowl of soup and placing it on the table.

I walked over, sat down, and took a sip. I didn't feel anything; my mind was already on her, and I had no interest in the soup.

"Not bad, Teacher Ma, your cooking is excellent," I said insincerely.

"Then have some more," she said, ladling out another bowl and handing it to me. I reached for it, but somehow her hand slipped, and the soup spilled all over my pants.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she immediately pulled out a handkerchief and knelt down in front of me, wiping the soup off my pants.

"It's okay," I said, but her hand was already wiping my shorts—not the soup, but my penis! My penis immediately became erect.

"It's wet inside too, shall I wipe it for you?" she said, unzipping my shorts before I could answer and pulling out my penis.

"You…" I said, feigning surprise, but this was exactly what I wanted.

She smiled at me and then stuck out her tongue to lick my penis.

"Phew…" I leaned back in my chair and let out a comfortable sigh, enjoying her tongue.

Her tongue lightly touched the head of my penis, then circled it before she began rubbing the edge with the side of her tongue. The ticklish sensation on my glans was so pleasurable. I never imagined Ms. Ma's tongue was so skilled; it was even better than the professionals I'd consulted before. My

hand slipped inside her collar and touched her warm breasts—the breasts I'd dreamed of for so long. I kneaded them vigorously; her breasts were so soft, and her nipples were already hard. I pinched her right nipple between my index and middle fingers, my palm playing with the soft, smooth orb.

She took my glans into her mouth, her hand slipping inside my shirt and touching my nipple. Then, just as I'd played with her breasts, she played with my nipple with her fingers. My penis couldn't compare to hers. Her nails gently pinched the edge of my nipple; the slight pain became a kind of pleasure, intertwining with the pleasure on my glans and traveling along my nerves to my brain.

I released her breasts, then took off my own shirt. She took off hers too and sat in my lap.

"Director, I need your help with something," she said, pressing one of her nipples to my lips. I took it in without hesitation.

"Director, you...you...do you need my help?" she moaned.

I was focused on sucking her nipple and didn't have time to answer, so I nodded.

"Hehe, I...I knew...Director...would help me," she said, pulling my right hand to her lap.

I reached under her skirt and touched her firm buttocks. Just as I had predicted, her buttocks were firm from long hours of exercise, but a little stiff. However, they felt quite nice to touch. My fingers slipped inside her panties and touched her clitoris.

"Wow, that's big. You're a man, aren't you?" I teased. Her clitoris was indeed large and felt very smooth to the touch. Last time, I hadn't seen it clearly because of the distance.

"Ugh~ Director, you're bullying me!" she said, spreading her legs slightly. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, which immediately enveloped them, her eagerness like that of wolves eyeing a sheep.

I gently stirred one hand inside her vagina while the other continued to play with her nipples. Her hand reached down and grasped my penis, gently rubbing it against her legs.

I tried to pull up her skirt, but she stopped me. "Director, don't rush, I can do it myself." She got off me and unbuttoned her skirt, revealing a small, red thong underneath. Seeing that little panty swaying before my eyes, my desire was burning.

"Hehe," she chuckled, squatting down again. She picked up a bowl of soup, took a sip, and immediately took my glans into her mouth. The hot sensation instantly filled my penis; I felt as if the veins in it were about to burst. She sucked my penis in forcefully until her lips touched my pubic hair, then used her tongue to envelop the shaft and slowly pulled it out.

"You...you're amazing!" I said sincerely.

She gently bit my glans with her teeth as a response, then lightly scraped my penis with her teeth, a sensation of itchiness mixed with a slight pain, a pain tinged with an irresistible pleasure. I placed my hands on her head and pressed down hard, my glans reaching deep into her throat.

I suddenly remembered her fair, hairless vulva.

"Let me see yours. You've played with mine all over," I said.

"You're so annoying, Director," she said seductively, but still lifted her skirt and lay face down on the table.

I turned on the desk lamp, its orange light standing out starkly against the white fluorescent light. I shone the lamp on her vulva and then pulled down her red panties.

So she wasn't naturally hairless after all. There were obvious shaving marks on her vulva. The entire vulva was slightly concave and pink, looking a bit like a basin. The labia weren't very long, looking small and cute. There were some horizontal and vertical lines on both sides of the labia. The deep red vaginal opening was open, and you could see the uneven vaginal walls inside.

I opened my mouth and bit her clitoris. It was a big clitoris. I gently sucked on it, and a slightly fishy smell hit my nostrils. The smell was mild and just right to increase my libido, unlike the principal's vaginal smell, which was so strong that it made me want to have sex immediately.

My fingers gently stirred inside her vagina. Her vagina was very delicate, but the front part seemed quite spacious. I pulled my fingers out, and there was a little sticky liquid on them.

"Mmm...mmm..." Teacher Ma moaned softly. I couldn't tell if she was moaning from pleasure or responding to me.

I released her clitoris, then grasped my penis, rubbing the head against it up and down. Her erect clitoris gave my glans considerable stimulation.

"Director~~ Director~~ Come in quickly~~" she said, grabbing my penis with her left hand, spreading her vaginal opening with her right, and forcefully pushing my penis inside.

I took the opportunity to thrust hard, my penis entering her vagina. Her vagina was wider at the front and narrower at the back, and I was a little uncomfortable at first, so I swayed my hips up and down and side to side to find a suitable angle. While I was swaying, she seemed to be enjoying it, clenching her fists tightly.

Slowly, I finally found the right position, then lay on her back, reaching under her armpits to grasp her breasts that I longed for, and began to thrust forcefully. This thrust almost made me ejaculate. With every movement, her vagina writhed several times, the uneven vaginal walls tightly surrounding my penis, and constantly secreting a cool liquid. Why was her vagina cold?

"You...why is it so cold down there?" I asked, whispering in her ear while kissing her neck.

"It's good that it's cool~ so you won't get a sore throat," she said.

I kissed her again, then gritted my teeth and started thrusting forcefully.

When I first saw her with the bald director, he seemed to finish quickly, and I thought it was because he was bad at it. Now I realize it's because she's so skilled. But I'm not one to be trifled with either. I calmed myself, focused on my own thoughts, and began thrusting violently.

The table swayed back and forth under our movements, making a "creaking" sound, and the room was filled with the smell of our genitals.

I released her breasts and put my finger to her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and sucked on my finger; her mouth was still so hot. Suddenly, I saw the bowl of soup on the table and realized what was going on. She was giving me oral sex with her mouth full of soup, and my glans also got hot. The temperature inside her vagina was definitely lower than the temperature of the soup, and of course, lower than the temperature of my glans, which is why it felt so cool when I penetrated her.

We made love wildly for more than half an hour. I felt more and more pleasure with each thrust, but she gradually showed signs of fatigue.

"Come on, let's change positions," I said, turning her body over.

"You have so many tricks up your sleeve," she said, lying on her back on the table with her legs spread wide. I grabbed her feet and inserted my penis.

I played with her toes as I thrust in and out. Perhaps because she wore sneakers for a long time, her feet had a bit of a smell. I pulled off her sheer stockings and kissed the soles of her feet.

"Ahhhhhh!" She suddenly cried out as I sucked on her toes, then arched her body forcefully, her face, neck, and chest flushing red. Her slightly dark nipples looked incredibly alluring against the red backdrop.

I thrust my penis all the way in, and unexpectedly, her vagina began to contract violently, tightly enveloping my penis and creating a powerful suction. I unconsciously pushed in

harder, and a stream of hot liquid splattered onto

my glans. I couldn't control myself anymore, and my 　　semen 　　shot out

wildly. "Huffh ... 　　I learned from the principal that the head of a teaching and research group is essentially a director, with increased salary and benefits. 　　"It's that simple?" I said. 　　"Well, it'll depend on you, Director," she said. 　　"Okay, if I succeed in helping you, how will you thank me?" I said, touching her nipple. 　　"Of course, you'll get your share," she said, grabbing my penis. 　　I'm a person of my word, and after discussing it with the principal, I promoted Teacher Ma to head of the physical education group. Teacher Ma is also a person of her word; she gave me a big gift—a key to her room. I 　　used to hate school so much, but now I really love it. What I learn isn't important; what's important is that I've found two major sources of happiness.

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