Disheartened teacher

Because of the evening rush hour, Bu Chunling couldn't hail a taxi. Seeing that it was getting late, she had to walk a distance and then take a bus. By the time she arrived at the filming location, she was more than twenty minutes late.
The filming location was a small two-bedroom apartment rented by Lao Wu. The two bedrooms were used for makeup and retouching, while the living room was filled with various photography equipment. When Bu Chunling opened the door, Lao Wu was taking pictures of Lele. The little girl was leaning back on a chair, one leg propped up, her young breasts barely visible, her pink nipples just two tiny dots, tinged with a shy red.
Gently closing the door, Bu Chunling said apologetically, "Sorry, I couldn't get a taxi, I'm late."
Lao Wu didn't turn around, continuing to press the shutter, saying, "Your house isn't far."
"Ah, I invited the child's homeroom teacher to dinner."
Bu Chunling's face was flushed, and she had a faint smell of alcohol on her breath. She had prepared this explanation on the way there.
Old Wu grunted and said, "Hurry up and do your makeup! You and Lele will take one set together, and then you can do another set by yourself. That'll be it for today."
Bu Chunling agreed and went into the dressing room. She didn't close the door, but sat directly in front of the dressing table, carefully tidying her hair and touching up her makeup in key areas before taking off her clothes and applying body oil all over her body.
Bu Chunling saw the beautiful mature woman naked in the large mirror. Her mature but not overweight body was alluring, and she had a languid charm, feeling comfortable from the stimulation of sex. It was completely different from how she felt when she looked in the mirror in the hotel bathroom during the day. Her lips in the mirror were even redder, and her delicate face had a hint of alluring red. Her hair was styled in a noblewoman's bun, and the exquisite crystal pendants on her ears perfectly complemented the delicate features of her face. Her small nose, small lips, and a pair of eyes that subtly revealed a seductive desire made her seem unpredictable.
Her breasts bore the marks of sex, her buttocks were red and swollen, and her genitals, especially her labia, were severely swollen. No matter how she tried to conceal it, she couldn't hide it from Lao Wu. Fortunately, she had planned it on the way here. Since she was pretending to invite the homeroom teacher to dinner, she would bring up the story of what happened with him earlier. If Lao Wu asked, she could simply repeat what happened that day. In any case, working "part-time" at a hotel was shameful, and she didn't want to lower herself in front of Lao Wu.
Thinking of the homeroom teacher, Bu Chunling couldn't help but recall the year her son entered high school…
Her son's homeroom teacher, surnamed Zhao, was a middle-aged man in his thirties, not tall, with thinning hair, slightly overweight, and a very respectable appearance.
Bu Chunling bought some things to try and pull some strings. At first, Teacher Zhao resolutely refused to accept them, but after some pushing and shoving, he reluctantly accepted them. Later, because her son's grades were poor, Teacher Zhao made a home visit and learned that Bu Chunling was raising her child alone. His actions and audacity grew.
I remember that dinner that night. Bu Chunling had cooked a few dishes, and her son went to his room to do his homework after dinner. Teacher Zhao first inquired about the difficulties of Bu Chunling's single-parent family, then placed his hand on her thigh, saying, "Don't worry, sister, I'll take care of your son's studies..."
Bu Chunling was a woman accustomed to the ways of the world, and seeing his actions, she immediately understood his true intentions. This man was extremely lecherous; normally, she wouldn't even glance at him, but now her son was his student, and the meager gift she had given him was truly ineffective. Since he was a lecherous man, and her body could attract his lust, sacrificing herself for her son was truly no big deal.
Bu Chunling smiled and patted Teacher Zhao's hand, gesturing towards her son's room. She whispered, "Then I'll be entrusting my son to you, Teacher Zhao! Wait a moment, I'll change my clothes and see you off!"
Teacher Zhao knew what she meant. After she changed, she went to her son's room and gave him some instructions. Then Bu Chunling said to her son, "Liang'er, Mom will see Teacher Zhao off. You study hard."
That night, the two had sex. Teacher Zhao was nothing but a show-off; how could he be a match for Bu Chunling? In a corner of her neighborhood, Bu Chunling disarmed him. Bu Chunling was worried that he would continue to harass her, but to her surprise, he never came to see her again. Occasionally, she would ask her son, and he would say that Teacher Zhao was actually quite good to him. Bu Chunling couldn't understand it, and the matter was left unresolved.
Actually, she didn't know that Teacher Zhao, who considered himself unlucky and had a troubled life, regretted it deeply after discovering that Bu Chunling was a virgin. However, having been entrusted with a task, he felt obligated to fulfill it. Sleeping with someone else's mother naturally required him to be dutiful, and besides, it wasn't a big deal. But that was another story...
Thinking that she would use this old story to appease Old Wu, Bu Chunling smiled secretly, then felt a pang of bitterness. The hardships a woman, a single woman with a child, endured were something most people couldn't truly understand.
She composed herself and went to the living room. Lele hadn't finished shooting yet, so she sat naked to the side, watching Lele strike various alluring poses and make seductive expressions, allowing Old Wu to photograph her from different angles.
Bu Chunling had always admired Lele; at such a young age, she dared to do anything, and there were some actions and expressions she herself couldn't do. Jingjing was similar to herself, with a family and children, so apart from solo shoots and pairing with male models, she and Jingjing usually teamed up with Lele, which complemented each other somewhat. Sometimes she and Lele would even pretend to be mother and daughter, and it felt quite convincing, since her son was about the same age as Lele.
Thinking of her son, Bu Chunling felt a warmth in her heart. Actually, apart from his poor academic performance, her son was very satisfying. Over the years, she had raised him alone, experiencing all sorts of hardships. What sustained her was her son's healthy growth—of course, her definition of health was simply eating well and dressing warmly.
Her son was now 1.8 meters tall, very strong, and had a little downy hair growing on his chin; he already looked like a man. Perhaps in a few more years, he would be able to shelter her from the wind and rain. Thinking of the future, Bu Chunling couldn't help but smile.
"Sister Bu, what are you thinking about? You're smiling so happily!"
Lele had finished taking pictures and sat down next to Bu Chunling naked, hugging her without a care in the world.
Lele is also a child with a hard life. Her mother died early, and her stepmother treats her very badly. Now she is in college, and apart from tuition fees which she receives from her family, she earns her own living expenses by working. She hasn't been in this industry for long, but she and Bu Chunling have a good relationship.
Bu Chunling smiled, noncommittally, and said, "Finished filming?"
"Yeah, I'm done filming my own, but we'll have to wait a while for ours."
Lele handed over a bottle of water, opened one for herself, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
"Put your clothes on
when you're done filming." Bu Chunling was still wearing a bathrobe. Although she would soon be standing naked in front of the camera, posing in various shameful ways, she didn't think there was anything wrong with that. In contrast, being naked without any reason in front of others was something she couldn't understand.
Lele shook her head indifferently and said, "Why bother wearing that? I'll be covered in essential oils, and I'll have to shower afterwards. I'll just rinse off and get dressed and leave."
Bu Chunling didn't try to persuade her further; the young woman's ideas were too different from hers to force. At this point, Lao Wu was ready, and they started taking photos of the two of them together again.
About an hour later, they finished taking their photos, and it was almost nine o'clock. Lele excitedly said she had to go back to school, leaving Lao Wu and Bu Chunling alone to take photos of Bu Chunling herself.
Only the two of them remained in the room, and Old Wu was noticeably more relaxed. Bu Chunling knew he had slept with Jingjing, but he hadn't made a move on Lele. She didn't know why, nor did she want to know.
"Your makeup's too light, look at all those scratches on your breasts."
Old Wu changed positions, taking pictures from different angles, and added, "That teacher was pretty rough, her pussy's all swollen from being fucked."
Bu Chunling didn't care, laughing and scolding him, "Stop taking pictures! Stop talking nonsense!"
"Why are you treating a teacher to dinner now? Isn't your son in his first year of high school? The semester is almost over, and next semester they'll be reassigned to different classes, and the homeroom teacher will be different."
Old Wu pressed the shutter, instructing her to strike a more alluring pose, and then asked, "The holidays are almost here, and you're still spending money treating a teacher to dinner, that's not like you!"
Bu Chunling turned her head, pouting her lips into a sexy shape, letting Old Wu take a few pictures before saying, "Mind your own business! I'm nobody to you, who I eat with and who I sleep with is none of your concern!"
Old Wu scratched his head and said, "That's true, I'm just concerned about you!"
"Stop giving me that nonsense. I know what you look like. Hurry up and take the pictures. Once you're done, we'll go home. My son's probably already finished his evening study session."
Old Wu shook his head helplessly. "Almost done, almost done. A few more full-body shots."
Bu Chunling lay on the prop with her eyes closed, a thin veil covering her nipples. Her legs were pressed together, her fair body forming an alluring triangle in her most private area. She felt as if someone was watching her, and she couldn't help but tremble. She felt the shutter stop and thought Old Wu was done. Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly realized something was wrong. She opened her eyes and saw two more people in front of her, two people in police uniforms.
Old Wu stood awkwardly between the two men. The three of them looked at Bu Chunling posing with different expressions, and the scene fell silent for a moment.
A young police officer approached and handcuffed Bu Chunling as well, saying, "Let's go!"
Bu Chunling was completely terrified. She numbly reached out her hands, numbly stood up, her eyes unable to move. She only snapped out of it when she passed Lao Wu, looking at him pleadingly.
Lao Wu shook his head and said to the officer holding him, "Officer, please give us a chance since we're first-time offenders, okay?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!"
Another officer shoved Lao Wu, grabbed Bu Chunling's bathrobe from the chair, and tossed it to the young officer, saying, "Put this on her."
The young officer took the bathrobe, simply draped it over Bu Chunling's shoulders without tying the straps, and led her out.
Bu Chunling's bathrobe was very thin; she had bought it specifically for taking photos. It was shorter than knee-length, and now it was just draped over her shoulders without tying the straps, leaving her completely defenseless. Her hands were handcuffed, covering her breasts but exposing her genitals; covering her genitals with her arms but not her breasts, she couldn't cover her face. Moreover, she couldn't raise her arms at all; if she raised them even slightly, her bathrobe would be pushed off. This situation made her cry.
From the third floor to the ground floor, there were three households on each floor, some with their doors open, others peering through peepholes. She felt her body being scanned by all sorts of gazes. Even though she was somewhat numb to it, she still couldn't bear the scene.
It was as if she could hear people pointing and whispering; she felt a burning sensation on her back, finally understanding what people meant by being gossiped about. At that moment, she desperately wanted to get into the police car and get to the police station to avoid being pointed at and whispered about again.
But the police seemed to be deliberately going against her. They arrived at the building first, but by the police car, the officers stopped her from getting in. Only after Old Wu slowly got out did they let him get in and sit inside. This period of time was not short. Bu Chunling was practically naked, standing there in the summer night of Harbin, under the constantly changing lights of the police cars and the varied gazes of the residents upstairs, for more than ten minutes.
Bu Chunling no longer had the strength to cry. Her eyes were blankly staring at the stairwell, hoping that Lao Wu would come down quickly. She didn't understand why it took so long to walk three floors. The bitterness of waiting tormented her, and the contemptuous stares at her body drove her to the brink of madness. Just when she was about to collapse, Lao Wu finally came downstairs.
Lao Wu got into the car, and only then did the police push Bu Chunling into the car. The moment the car door closed, Bu Chunling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't know if it was sweat or something else, but she felt a trace of fluid flowing from her lower body.
She had no time to care about that. She turned to look at Lao Wu, her eyes full of helplessness and expectation. She hoped that the man she had always relied on would stand up for her now and give her some support and encouragement. Old Wu's eyes darted around, avoiding her gaze. Bu Chunling felt a pang of sadness, a sense of frustration and disappointment filling her heart, a despair slowly creeping in.
She thought of her son. What would happen to him if something happened to her? What if she were detained or even sentenced because of this? Would it affect him? The thought of her son's classmates saying things like, "You have a mother who takes pornographic pictures," filled Bu Chunling with panic.
The journey wasn't far; the police station was nearby. Fortunately, it was late at night, and apart from the two officers, there weren't many people at the station. They got out of the car, and the young officer went to open the door while they waited at the bottom of the steps. Traffic continued on the road, but the officer hesitated to open the door. Old Wu kept his head down and remained silent. Bu Chunling was completely at a loss. Finally, another officer said, "That's enough," and the young officer opened the door, letting them in.
Once inside, Bu Chunling was taken to a detention cell and handcuffed to a radiator pipe, while Old Wu was taken to another room.
After the door closed, Bu Chunling felt her legs go completely limp. The bright incandescent light overhead made her dizzy, and she tried to sit down, but the rough, uneven cement floor made it impossible.
Her legs couldn't support her weight, so she leaned against the wall, causing her already loose bathrobe, which had slipped off twice, to fall to the floor. She gasped, looked around, and saw that the room had no windows and the door was tightly closed. She breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and then simply sat down on the bathrobe.
The cold wall against her back calmed her panicked mind considerably. She began to think things through, and after a while, she realized something.
She hadn't heard the police knock when they entered, meaning they hadn't knocked. The people inside hadn't opened the door, so how did they get in? Had Lele left the door open? No, she remembered Lele slamming the door shut when she left—that was her usual style. The difference between a locked and unlocked door was obvious.
It couldn't be Old Wu who opened the door; Old Wu's footsteps had been right beside him, he was certain of that.
That meant the police must have opened the door with their key, but where would they get a key? The landlord gave it to them? Possibly, but how would the police know what they were doing in the room?
As for the key, it was more likely it didn't come from the landlord…
Just then, the door suddenly opened, and the young policeman walked in. He looked around the doorway before gently closing it and locking it from the inside.
He pulled out a chair, took out a notebook, and said, "What's your name?"
"Bu Chunling."
"Age."
"Thirty-eight." "
Place of origin."
"Harbin City, xx District, xx…"
"Occupation."
"Model…model."
"What kind of model?"
"Print...model."
"I think you mean a porn model?"
"No...no."
*Thud*, the young policeman threw down his pen, walked over to her, and said, "You better behave yourself. If you think you can get away with this here, huh!"
Bu Chunling nodded hurriedly, "Honest, I'll definitely be honest."
"Then let me ask you, what's your relationship with that Old Wu?"
"He...he's my boss, and also my photographer. He's in charge of taking pictures."
"You know that's not what I'm asking. Did you two have a relationship?"
"This..."
"Yes or no!"
"Yes, yes..."
"How many times did it happen? Did he pay you?"
"Several times...I can't say exactly how many times. He paid me—ah, no, he paid me because I was a model, not because...not because we had a relationship..."
"Hmph, pretty damn slutty."
The young officer muttered, then asked, "How long have you known each other?"
"More than three years, I guess."
"Your actions could very well constitute the crime of disseminating obscene materials, and possibly even prostitution. You'd better be honest and confess everything!"
The young policeman squatted down and suddenly whispered to her, "Do you know why we arrested you?"
"No..."
"What a fucking brainless bastard..."
the officer muttered again before saying, "Don't you know what you've done?"
"No, I didn't do anything!"
Bu Chunling looked completely bewildered.
"Old Wu's wife has a cousin who works at the XX branch, you know?"
"Ah!"
The doubts she had just felt were now facts. The fear in Bu Chunling's mind turned into anger. She asked, "What about Old Wu?"
"He let you go after we locked you up."
The young policeman stood up and sat back down, smiling at her. "Old Wu's wife, through her cousin, had us arrest you to scare you. The statements and everything are fake. He was deliberately humiliating you on the street earlier."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"It's simple. We're doing our duty, and we've already intimidated and humiliated you. If we keep you locked up here, it'll be difficult when the warden comes tomorrow. But we're not willing to let you go like this either. Yang and I have an idea: if you can agree, we can let this matter drop; if not, then keep you locked up. When the warden comes tomorrow, we'll open a case and investigate slowly. Even if you're not convicted, being naked for 48 hours is enough for you to suffer. What if we accidentally arrest a few thugs and lock them up with you tomorrow..."
"You..."
Bu Chunling was filled with anger and grievance. She was angry at Old Wu's indifference towards her and aggrieved at how she, a weak woman, was always being manipulated and bullied.
"Think about it for a while. I didn't say these things, and you didn't hear them. I'll come back in a bit. There's plenty of time before dawn. You can manage it yourself."
Bu Chunling knew perfectly well that their intentions were nothing more than to play with her body. Normally, she wouldn't care about being fucked by two well-dressed men in police uniforms, but tonight's situation was clearly Old Wu's wife deliberately setting her up as a warning. Perhaps the two policemen playing with her was also one of her methods. She couldn't swallow this insult no matter what.
But as angry as she was, she was truly powerless in this situation. Her handbag was still at the filming location, and she couldn't even make a phone call. And even if she did, who could she call? This kind of thing was already shameful. Could she go around telling everyone that she had a relationship with the photographer and was being set up by his wife, and that the photos she took weren't even good ones?
Bu Chunling shook her head. She decided to swallow her anger for now and wait for a chance to retaliate later. She needed to get through this difficult time first.
Once she made up her mind, things became much easier. When the young police officer returned, apart from the tear stains at the corners of her eyes that hinted at her emotions, there was no trace of resentment on Bu Chunling's face.
"How's your decision?"
the young officer asked, sitting down and opening his notebook again.
Bu Chunling slowly stood up, holding the radiator pipe, and asked sweetly with a pout, "What are you thinking about?"
The young policeman was a little impatient, after all, he had less experience in this area, and asked back, "What do you mean, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh! Why are you being so fierce? You scared me! What's there to think about? You work so hard, it's only right that I, as your older sister, feel sorry for you. Come on, quickly untie this for me."
The young policeman immediately laughed. He chuckled, walked over, reached out and hooked Bu Chunling's chin, and said, "How are you planning to pamper me? Besides, I don't like being a younger brother."
"Oh! So young, and you don't want to be a younger brother? Then what do you like to be?"
Bu Chunling smiled brightly, giggling sweetly, and rubbed one leg against the young policeman's thigh, and said again, "However you want me to pamper you, I'll pamper you just the way you want, my good brother!"
With a "whoosh," the young police officer suddenly grabbed Bu Chunling and kissed her lips, while his left hand also began to knead her breasts vigorously. Bu Chunling couldn't help but smile, thinking to herself, "Men are all the same, they'll risk their lives for a pretty face!"
"Good brother, do you want your little sister to stay here and worry about you?"
These words jolted her awake. The young policeman reluctantly caressed her breasts, then touched her soft, white vulva before saying, "If it weren't for seeing your white tiger cunt, Brother Yang wouldn't have been tempted at all. If he wasn't tempted, I wouldn't dare touch you."
"You're so annoying! Calling me a tiger cunt..."
The young policeman ignored her, then continued, "I'll take you to his room later. There's a bed in his room. Once you're in, don't ask anything, just serve him well."
Bu Chunling asked curiously, "Who is this Brother Yang...?"
"Brother Yang is our deputy director. Our director isn't very old; he's just here to get some experience. Once he's transferred, Brother Yang will be the director. You have this opportunity, so make sure you curry favor with him. If anything happens in the future, Brother Yang will be there to help you."
"Oh! Well, thank you so much for pointing out the way for me!"
Bu Chunling said with a beaming smile, completely unlike her pitiful appearance when she first came in.
The young police officer slapped her on the bottom and said, "Hmph! I'm afraid you'll turn your back on me after you've served your purpose!"
"How could I! You're so young and handsome, little brother, I'd love to pamper you!"
Bu Chunling flattered him with a smile, then said, "Could I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to make a call."
The young police officer unlocked her handcuffs, took out his phone, and handed it to her: "Here you go."
Bu Chunling dialed a number first, which rang for a while before hanging up. She then dialed another number, her son's cell phone. The call connected, and her son's impatient voice came through the receiver: "Hello, who is this?"
"Liang'er, it's Mom! I'll be home a little late tonight. Read a book for a while and then go to bed early. Remember to lock the door!"
"Okay, I know!"
Her son didn't even ask why she wasn't using her own phone. Bu Chunling breathed a sigh of relief. Only after her son hung up did she feel a pang of guilt. She had almost ended up in jail, yet her son didn't care about her at all.
"Finished?"
Bu Chunling handed him the phone, saying ingratiatingly, "Yes, by the way, little brother, what's your name? The first number I dialed was my own cell phone. Write it down, and call me if you miss your sister!"
"Wang Gang, what's your name, sister?"
Wang Gang took the phone, found the first number she dialed, and saved it in his phonebook.
Bu Chunling tapped his nose and laughed, "You're so forgetful! You were just asking someone's name so fiercely!"
"Ah! I'm so confused!"
Wang Gang was a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go! Brother Yang might be getting impatient!"
"I'm just going like this?"
Bu Chunling looked down at her naked body, rubbing her wrists which were red from the handcuffs, and scolded, "Look, they're all red, you're so tough!"
Wang Gang smiled and said, "We weren't familiar with each other back then! I don't think Brother Yang would mind if I wore them or not, right?"
"You said that?"
Bu Chunling was a little embarrassed, but only a little.
"Well, put this on."
Wang Gang hesitated for a moment, picked up a bathrobe that was a little dusty and put it on her before leading her out of the detention cell.
The two went upstairs. Wang Gang pointed to a door in the corner and said, "That's Brother Yang's office. Just go in and push the door open. Remember to keep quiet."
Bu Chunling nodded, tiptoed, and kissed Wang Gang sweetly, saying, "Thank you, good brother."
Partly it was flattery, and partly she knew Wang Gang was just a pawn; good or bad, he was someone else's tool. Saying thank you was only because of his attitude towards her.
"I told you I'm not your brother!"
"Yeah, good brother!"
Bu Chunling couldn't help but smile, then said, "I'm going now!"
"Okay!"
Wang Gang felt a little uncomfortable, but still nodded and went downstairs.
Bu Chunling chuckled inwardly. She suddenly felt she had discovered a pattern she had never noticed before, and a sense of clarity washed over her.
Wearing slippers, she tiptoed as much as possible to avoid making a sound, walked to the door, and then gently pushed it open. The room was dark, but she could vaguely see a person lying on the bed through the light from the hallway.
Bu Chunling was somewhat at a loss. From their brief encounter, she didn't know much about this man's character. He spoke little, but his words were always decisive. In her panic, she hadn't paid attention to his age, assuming he was around her age.
"Come here."
The voice was authoritative, the kind of tone often heard from law enforcement on television, but it felt out of place in this environment.
Bu Chunling obediently went over, instinctively tightening her bathrobe, then immediately finding her behavior laughable.
The door was open, and the hallway light streamed in, making the room not so dark. Bu Chunling saw the person on the bed turn over; it was a muscular middle-aged man, slightly overweight, but with strong arms and legs, wearing only underwear that covered his bulging genitals. She felt somewhat embarrassed, but having experienced a perfect sexual encounter with a stranger during the day, she was no stranger to this.
Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, Bu Chunling was at a loss when a hand grabbed hers and swiftly handcuffed it behind her back. At the same time, her other hand was pulled over, and a handcuff cleanly and neatly fastened around her neck.
"Ah!"
She was startled, looking at the man who had suddenly sat up, completely bewildered.
The deputy director, surnamed Yang, ignored her and lay back down, saying, "Just wear it like that! Come on, lick it."
Bu Chunling was still somewhat dazed, but she understood what he meant. She leaned down and kissed the man's nipple with her tongue, then moved down, kissing little by little, until she reached his penis, which was encased in his underwear. She sucked on it for a while through the underwear before starting to kiss his thighs.
These were all tricks Old Wu had used when they were together; it was supposed to start from the forehead, but she dared not kiss this man's forehead. Thinking of Lao Wu, Bu Chunling felt a surge of bitterness and resentment. Although she hadn't expected anything to happen between them, she had thought he could be her support, at least someone who could offer advice when facing certain situations. Now it seemed she had truly entrusted herself to the wrong person.
She stopped kissing him at his knees, because she had more important things to do. She knelt on the blanket beneath the man, her arms bound behind her back, unable to support her body. She could only use her shoulders to press against the blanket for balance.
Fortunately, she practiced yoga regularly and had good flexibility; otherwise, most women couldn't do this position, at least not with her agility.
Unable to kiss the man's penis through his underwear, Bu Chunling bit the edge of the underwear with her teeth and pulled it downwards by bending her body. The man didn't cooperate, so the underwear wasn't pulled down completely, just wedged under his erect penis and testicles, maintaining its upward elasticity.
"Brother Yang..."
Bu Chunling twisted her body coquettishly, her left shoulder pressed against the man's thigh, her full breasts rubbing against his hairy lower body. The pleasure of her nipples brushing against the hair made her sensitive body tremble slightly.
The man ignored her, remaining lying still, only saying, "Find your own way. If you make me feel good, you'll be fine."
Helpless, Bu Chunling could only shift from side to side, pulling his underwear down little by little with her teeth. By the time she had completely pulled the underwear down to his knees, she was covered in a fine sweat.
She didn't quite understand why someone so lustful would treat her like this, but since she needed his help, she had to do her best. His penis was now exposed. Unlike the first penis she had encountered today, this one was of average length, less than fourteen or fifteen centimeters, but surprisingly thick, standing there like a large mushroom, majestic and imposing.
Bu Chunling had never seen such a thick thing before. Curious, she held it in her hand, leaned in to smell it, and detected a distinctive male odor, along with a faint fishy smell. She felt a little nauseous, but without hesitation, she put it in her mouth.
Her small lips were stretched wide open by the man's large glans, a tearing pain shooting through her mouth. After sucking and licking for a while, the pain became unbearable, and she finally spat it out, leaning her shoulder against the man's thigh, panting heavily.
"Brother Yang, your cock is so thick! I can't even hold it all, my mouth is about to burst!"
Bu Chunling whined again, turning her face to the side and licking up and down the erect penis, making slurping sounds of admiration.
"Sit on top!"
The man finally gave the order, and Bu Chunling hurriedly straightened up, moved her legs to straddle the man, propped her right knee on the bed, raised her left leg high, and aimed her vaginal opening at the man's penis, ready to swallow it whole.
But Bu Chunling aimed for a long time, always missing by a hair's breadth, unable to achieve the desired effect, and in her anxiety, she was dripping with vaginal fluid, crying out "Ah ah!"
Her lust was completely aroused, and the emptiness inside her vagina grew stronger. A thick, hard penis was so close yet she couldn't satisfy it. She couldn't help but plead, "Brother Yang, good Brother Yang, please, please, good girl, please!"
The man chuckled and finally spoke a longer sentence: "You're fucking horny! Just look at your cunt and I can tell you're a slut!"
Bu Chunling didn't care and hurriedly said, "Good Brother Yang, I'm a slut, I'm a slut, please, fuck me, fuck me now!"
The cold handcuffs and the unique environment of the police station, coupled with the stimulation of being naked earlier, made Bu Chunling's lust very intense. Even though she had orgasmed so many times during the day, the lust at this moment was still burning. The desire in her vagina had burned away her last bit of shame. At this moment, if she was given a penis, she might do anything.
The man held his penis, preventing it from moving back and forth, and said, "Come on, sit down!"
Bu Chunling felt as if she had heard the most beautiful celestial music. She shifted her body, her labia clearly feeling the swollen glans. She gently lowered her buttocks, and a huge feeling of fullness spread from her sensitive vagina throughout her body. The powerful pleasure made her dizzy.
"So thick... such a thick cock! Ah... so good..."
The thick glans was like a brush, slowly scraping away the slippery vaginal fluid, and behind the glans, the tender flesh walls secreted even more fluid. The
tidal wave of pleasure made Bu Chunling tremble uncontrollably. As soon as she sat down, she couldn't help but cry out, "Ah! So beautiful! I've never felt so good before! Ah!"
Because she couldn't use her hands, she could only slowly get up by bending her legs, which made her feel the man's thickness even more intensely. Every inch of entry and exit brought a different kind of pleasure. The intense pleasure brought by the huge mushroom head scraping against the flesh walls soon made her whole body go limp.
Her strength had been almost completely exhausted during the day, and she no longer had the courage to fight. Coupled with the previous fright, her body slumped against the man after a dozen or so tremors.
Bu Chunling rubbed her breasts against the man's chest, her head forced to be close to his ear. She gasped, "Brother Yang, I...I'm out of strength. You're too amazing. Can you fuck me?"
The man snorted and asked, "Weren't you horny? Why can't you be horny anymore?"
"Brother Yang, you're bad!"
Bu Chunling twisted her body. She really couldn't bear to give up the waves of pleasure coming from her vagina, but with such deliciousness before her, she had no good teeth and was quite helpless.
Fortunately, a woman is a woman after all. Even when she was limp as a puddle of mud, she still had the ability to enjoy sex. The deputy director surnamed Yang then pressed her down and began to thrust vigorously.
The policeman's physical condition was excellent, and he showed no signs of fatigue even after thrusting for more than ten minutes. Bu Chunling lay there limply on her side, her frail and boneless appearance driving the man surnamed Yang wild with desire. His thick glans moved rapidly in and out of Bu Chunling's tight, juicy vagina, waves of pleasure washing over her. In just over ten minutes, she had already orgasmed twice.
While fucking her, the man slapped her buttocks, cursing incessantly: "You slut, you whore, you fucking seduced men, you slept with other men, fuck your mother! I'll fuck you to death!"
Bu Chunling was overwhelmed with pleasure, ignoring his words, her head twisting and turning, her mouth uttering incoherent cries: "Ah! So...so thick! I'm a...slut, I'm a...whore, I seduced...men, I slept with...other...men, fuck me, fuck me to death!"
The man fucked her relentlessly in this position for over half an hour, and with a final, powerful thrust before ejaculation, Bu Chunling experienced her third orgasm. The man quickly pulled out his penis, grabbed her hair, and shoved it into her mouth.
Bu Chunling, still dazed and lingering in the afterglow of her orgasm, felt her mouth being violently forced open, followed by gushes of hot, foul-smelling liquid shooting into her throat, causing a slight pain.
The man had ejaculated a lot; she knew she had been given oral sex again. The pain in her mouth gradually brought her back to her senses, realizing she wasn't meeting her lover in a hotel. She looked up, taking in the man's expression in the dim light, then resignedly closed her eyes and swallowed the liquid. Suppressing her nausea, she licked the remaining fluids clean with her tongue before opening her eyes obsequiously and smiling at the police chief surnamed Yang.
"Alright, you can go now!"
The man pulled up his underwear, unlocked her handcuffs, and said, "Go find Xiao Wang and have him take you home."
He then ignored her.
Bu Chunling wanted to cultivate a relationship with Wang Gang like she had, but seeing his expression, she knew she had no chance. So, she awkwardly picked up her bathrobe and went out.
She gently closed the door, and after only a few steps, she felt her bodily fluids trickling down her thighs. Thinking about the young and strong man waiting for her below, Bu Chunling felt a surge of heat between her legs. Even though her legs were too weak to walk, she felt a faint anticipation.
"Looks like they weren't wrong about me, I really am a fucking slut, a whore..."
she muttered to herself. As she walked down the stairs, she immediately saw Wang Gang smoking. She slowly made her way down the stairs, and Wang Gang saw her too, quickly coming over.
"You're quite the slut, I could hear you clearly downstairs,"
Wang Gang said, taking her arm and putting his arm around her waist.
"Hmm, your Chief Yang is really something, but he's a bit..."
"Shh!"
Wang Gang interrupted her, glanced upstairs, and then whispered in her ear, "Don't say things carelessly. I'll tell you why later."
Bu Chunling nodded as if she had just realized something, and then asked, "Oh...where are we going?"
"My room doesn't have a bed, let's go to the reception room, there's a sofa there."
Wang Gang thought for a moment, then asked, "Did Brother Yang...cum inside just now?"
"No...he...he cummed in my mouth..."
Bu Chunling lowered her head, pouting, looking incredibly cute.
"Wow! I knew Brother Yang was particular!"
"Hmph!"
Bu Chunling glared at him reproachfully, then said, "Good brother, carry me, I'm too weak..."
Wang Gang slapped her bottom hard and cursed, "Damn, you're really pushing your luck!"
"Okay, good brother, please!"
Bu Chunling completely let go, partly because she really couldn't walk anymore, and partly because she was no longer afraid of this young policeman.
"Alright, look at you, all slutty!"
Wang Gang sighed helplessly, but still picked her up. Luckily, it wasn't far; they arrived after walking only a dozen meters.
Upon arriving at the conference room, the two immediately began to entangle themselves. Wang Gang was young, and his penis wasn't particularly impressive. Bu Chunling's ministrations quickly overwhelmed him, but his youth allowed him to persevere despite repeated attempts. They worked together for over an hour, during which Bu Chunling coaxed him to ejaculate three times—once on her breasts and twice inside her vagina. She herself also experienced an orgasm from his repeated thrusting, but because of the longer intervals between orgasms, the pleasure wasn't as intense as before.
Bu Chunling licked the filth off his penis before saying to Wang Gang, "Good brother, your little sister is so kind to you, how are you going to thank me?"
Wang Gang's legs were weak, and he smiled as he pinched her cheek, saying, "How do you want me to thank you?"
"Take me back, take me back to where I came from. I need to go back to get my clothes."
"Okay!"
Wang Gang paused, then asked, "Did Brother Yang say anything when you came down?"
"He just said you should take me back."
"Oh, that's good. Let's go!"
It was already past ten o'clock at night, and the neighborhood was pitch black. Bu Chunling was a little scared, so she said to Wang Gang, "Will you come upstairs with me?"
Wang Gang asked with a stern face, "Whose sister are you?"
"Your sister! Look at you, so young, and you always like to take the lead!"
Bu Chunling laughed and said, "Okay, from now on, I'll call you brother in bed, and you'll be my sister in everyday life, isn't that more exciting!"
"Well... okay, but if you want me to come upstairs, you have to call me a few nice things first."
"Brother, my dear brother, my big cock brother, please..."
"Damn, this is killing me!"
If he hadn't already ejaculated three times, Wang Gang would have definitely grabbed this little vixen and fucked her again right there.
Bu Chunling's legs were incredibly weak, but she still had so much money in her wallet, and she didn't trust him to help her get it, so she could only desperately climb the stairs.
Seeing her limp, Wang Gang supported her again, his hands and feet becoming restless, constantly groping her inside her bathrobe. Bu Chunling didn't refuse, her face flushed as she opened the door. As soon as
she opened the door, she saw the lights in the room were on, Old Wu was sitting on the sofa, and a middle-aged woman was standing next to him. The two of them turned around and looked at the doorway at the same time when they heard the door open...

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