Mature female teacher

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, but the doctor just said it was neurasthenia, prescribed some medicine, and sent me home. I remember neurasthenia can cause insomnia, so how come my excessive sleepiness 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 addicted to cigarettes or drugs. Being sleepy every day definitely makes me look unwell, and being unwell makes me prone to bad luck, 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 there were many managers, so I drove anyone. The day the accident happened, I was driving the manager.

We drove to a freight company to make some 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. Our car made close contact with him. Rather than saying I hit him, it's more accurate to say he deliberately came to me. He was running very fast that day, and my car hit him, sending him flying into the air before he landed on the roof, just like in a Hong Kong horror movie. His blood was flowing down the car window.

The manager was almost scared to death; he sat in the car, too afraid to get out, and told me to go out and call the police, and also get the guy out of the car to see if he was dead. I wasn't particularly scared at the time. I went outside and put my hand under the guy's bleeding nose to check. Finding he was still breathing, I immediately dialed 110. Police cars and an ambulance arrived quickly.

However, because there were too many onlookers, the ambulance couldn't get in, so they had to send two doctors with a stretcher. As luck would have it, 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 sped towards them, crashing into the stretcher between the doctors.

Later, I heard that the man died; it would be a miracle to survive being hit twice. I heard from the freight company that the guy who was hit was named Wang Chong. Wang Chong? A dead worm? What a terrible name. He was a released convict who was caught harassing a female employee at work by the boss. He ran away in fear, so all you can say is he was unlucky. His name was bad to begin with, and then he harassed someone in front of the boss—he was incredibly stupid.

Because of this incident, the business deal fell through, and I became the culprit. The boss paid me three months' wages 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, just driving, and even that's mediocre. I don't know what kind of job to look for. So I just stayed home, and when I had nothing to do, I went out with friends to sing karaoke, dance, visit prostitutes, and go to bathhouses. Soon, my three months' wages were gone.

Seeing that I had nothing to do all day, my mom asked someone to find me a job. It's a dormitory supervisor at a middle school, earning less than a thousand yuan a month, but it includes room and board. 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 relaxed. It's just a pity I'm not in charge of the girls' dormitory.

I'm the dorm manager for this dormitory, and I have a few other newly assigned staff under me. They're all recent university graduates who couldn't find jobs right away, so they're just temporarily working as dormitory supervisors, waiting to find better jobs later. They call it "keeping your options open."

Honestly, I still dislike school quite a bit because the teachers weren't very nice to me when I was in school, although the relationships with my classmates were okay. After working as a dormitory supervisor for a while, I was transferred to be the supervisor of the teaching building. I had several people under me: two in charge of sanitation, two in charge of security, and a few others handling daily chores.

Being the supervisor of the teaching building meant getting up early, as students would start studying around 6 AM, and you also had to sleep late, as students would be studying or teachers would be working on assignments until very late. My daily work was relatively simple: opening the main gate in the morning, locking it at night, and making a general patrol. The pay was slightly higher than in the dormitory.

Getting up in the morning was indeed a difficult task, especially since I was having a wet dream, but I had no choice but to get up for work. I rubbed my eyes, got out of bed, dressed, and then grabbed a bunch of keys to open the main door of the teaching building.

The morning air was nice. I stretched at the doorway, 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 didn't know why she wasn't married yet. She lived in the school's faculty apartment and came out 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 love most about her is the way she runs; her full breasts move in a semi-elliptical motion across her chest. Every time I see her, my eyes follow her breasts. But there's something I don't like about her: she always calls me "Master," even though I'm not even 30 yet and I'm already a 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 very casual when we work together, so there are no taboos; we say whatever comes to mind.

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

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

"What else can I say? Of course, it's these teachers," said Xiao Liu, the security guard. He's about my age, and we're 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 wants to dance with someone who could be their mother? Besides, everyone dances for a reason these days," I said.

"Brother Zhang is right. The principal's husband has been dead for years. No wonder she's lonely," said the cleaning lady.

"Yes," Xiao Liu chimed in.

I hadn't heard 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, so it's fine to talk about it, but don't gossip about it 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, we started our respective work.

Daytime work was rather boring, but today was alright because the female PE teachers all had PE classes, and I could see them teaching from my room. Looking around, Teacher Ma seemed the most alluring. Her breasts were larger than the others, but her buttocks looked firm, though lacking in flesh. 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. Time to close and clear out. 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 already 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. Students rarely came here; their presence meant they were in trouble.

When I reached the administration office, I heard unusual sounds coming from inside. I recognized those sounds—the sounds of prostitutes having sex with me when I went to hire them.

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

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

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

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

"Little Ma, you... you feel so good here..." the director muttered as he thrust forcefully. 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 entrusting the matter of my promotion to you..." Teacher Ma said, swaying her hips back and forth.

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

I was burning with lust outside, my penis pressed tightly against my pants. I reached inside and grabbed my penis, stroking it, my eyes fixed on the erotic scene inside.

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

"Director, don't forget about me." Teacher Ma said to the director with a lewd look, even taking his hand and placing it on her breast.

"I...I know!" The director barely had the strength to speak.

Teacher Ma stood up from the director, then walked to the side, spread her legs towards the door, and then parted her labia with her hands. Milky white semen, trailing a long tail, flowed from her vagina. She didn't even have pubic hair; she was a white tiger. Her plump vulva made my mouth water.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and semen gushed out of my penis. I immediately pulled my hand out; it was covered in semen. I smelled the slightly fishy smell, then quickly ran downstairs back 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, and judging from her appearance, 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 in my mind.

The next evening, I handed over my work to someone else, and then went with Xiao Liu to his usual dance hall. We found a seat and sat down.

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

I followed her finger and indeed saw a woman, dressed very flamboyantly. Upon closer inspection, I could indeed vaguely make out the principal's features, except her hair was curled, her skin appeared very fair, and she wore black-rimmed glasses.

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

I stood up and walked over.

"May I have this dance?" I extended my hand.

"Sure, 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 offensive.

"Hehe, Xiao Zhang, do you come here often?" She placed her hand on my shoulder, skillfully performing her dance steps.

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

"I don't come often either, just occasionally." She was clearly lying.

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

Just as we were slowly entwining, fast-paced dance music started playing. 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," I said.

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

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

"Sure," she readily agreed.

The principal's surname is Li, and she's 43 years old. Her husband passed away from illness, leaving her with a daughter. She has significant connections within the education department, which is why she's so secure in her position as principal; she's also the school's Party Secretary. She's not unattractive, but her large glasses completely obscure her charm. While her breasts aren't as full and bouncing as Teacher Ma's, they're still quite nice—firm and shapely. Her hips are round, especially considering how flamboyant she is 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's the one who initiates the greetings. Our wages increased by a few dollars, and as a reward, I treated her to a few dances.

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

"Sure, are you busy today? I'm worried it might delay your work if there are too many people in the office," I said.

"It's alright, nothing important today. You can come over later." After saying that, she chatted with me for a few more minutes and then left.

After she left, I immediately changed into a vest and shorts, then 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 do it myself. Where should I start?" I asked.

"Let's wipe that high spot first," the principal said, pointing to the window.

I took the bucket and climbed onto the windowsill, then pretended to wipe it. 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, and she even came over to ask if I needed help.

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

"Okay." She took my 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 preoccupied with how to get my hands on her; I couldn't let such a good opportunity slip away. I looked at the bucket of dirty water on the windowsill, 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.

"Sorry, Principal, I wasn't paying attention." I quickly grabbed a towel from behind the door and started wiping the water off her body and face, taking the opportunity to grab her breasts a few times.

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

"Ah." I was taken aback when I saw the principal take off her glasses. She was quite pretty, but usually when I saw her, she was either wearing glasses or in a 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 go past her knees, showing off her figure completely.

"You—" The principal seemed to notice something and immediately prepared to put her glasses back on. I immediately grabbed her hand.

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

She didn't say anything, her hand moved symbolically a few times before stopping, and 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 isn't closed properly," she said softly.

I ran quickly to close the door and locked it.

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

Her hands touched my fairly strong muscles on my back, then slowly slid to my front, actively grasping my penis through my shorts.

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

I picked her up and laid her down on the table, unbuttoning her shirt. As I pulled off her bra, a pair of lively, adorable 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, slapping the principal's lips with my penis. She immediately grabbed my penis and licked my testicles with her tongue, her warm tongue roaming over them, also licking my anus. It felt so good. Finally, she tilted her head back and took my penis into her mouth, sucking on it.

"Mmm... mmm..." she moaned with satisfaction as she sucked, her other hand playing between her legs.

I simply pressed myself against her, and we ended up in a 69 position. Luckily, her desk was big enough, so I lay between her legs, breathing in her scent. She was actually wearing pantyhose, and I forcefully inhaled 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, and she jumped off as well. Then, with her back to me, she lifted her skirt, and I knelt down and forcefully ripped a hole in her pantyhose, then reached inside and groped her underwear a couple of times.

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

I admired her genitals. It was truly interesting; her vaginal opening seemed slightly to the right, the entire vulva somewhat distorted, and the sparse pubic hair formed an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Her two dark labia seemed listless, huddled and wrinkled to the side. I stuck out my tongue and licked it; a strange taste filled my nostrils, stimulating my brain. This taste made me feel like a beast,

and

I immediately opened my mouth and sucked on her

clitoris. "Ah ...

"Hurry up." She swayed her hips from side to side.

I grabbed her waist and thrust hard, my penis plunging in, but the head only went halfway before getting stuck. Her vaginal position was different from others, which was why I was experiencing this. So I slowly groped back and forth, and after a while, I found the right path, then suddenly thrust in all the way.

So good, I never thought that a woman in her forties could give me such stimulation. I started thrusting hard. "

Ah ... (Part 2) "Oh no!" The principal was about to get up and get dressed after hearing the knocking, but I immediately stopped her. "Don't rush. He'll leave if you don't open the door. If you get dressed now and open the door, it'll be troublesome if he sees us." I whispered in her ear. She nodded and then quietly lay down on the table, but her tense muscles showed that she was still very nervous. After all, it would be big news if someone found a principal having sex with a building manager. "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 on the door, really persistent. But we ignored him. He knocked on the door a few more times, and then we heard his footsteps leaving. "Phew~" The principal let out a long breath, then turned back to me and laughed, "You're quite experienced." "Hehe," I chuckled, thrusting hard once more, then continuing what we hadn't finished. "Mmm~" She bit her arm, trying not to make a sound, then swayed her plump buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts. The unique structure of her vagina sent different sensations through my penis, each one almost unbearable. 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 faint scent 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 gripping my penis tightly, making thrusting quite difficult. 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 directions with varying intensity.

"Ah!" I cried out, 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 on the table, panting heavily, her hands gripping my arm.

"You're really strong," she said, turning to me.

I kissed her, then slowly pulled my penis out of her folded vagina. She turned around and hugged me from the front, then took out a tissue to wipe the sticky fluid from my glans, while her other hand reached inside my vest to pinch my nipple.

"You're not bad either," I kissed her eyes. "I just ejaculated inside you, are you going to 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've got too many brain cells, the child's already so big, I already had a sterilization procedure."

"Hehe." I gave an awkward laugh.

We snuggled together intimately for a while, 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 a dormitory supervisor to working in the academic affairs office. The former bald-headed director was transferred by the principal because of his incompetence and some issues with his conduct, and I took his place. Now it's much easier to get on Teacher Ma's good side. Teacher Ma's face was gloomy for the few days after the bald-headed director was transferred.

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

"Don't make sarcastic remarks, you guys. My promotion will benefit you too," I said.

"What about us?" asked two female cleaners.

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

"Thank you in advance."

I took my things and returned to my office. My office is now right next to the principal's, making it much easier for us to meet.

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

I sat in my chair, looking at the huge pile of documents on my desk, flipping through them casually. I know absolutely nothing about this stuff; I'd be better off sweeping the floor. 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, is there something you need?" I sat down and crossed my legs.

"Director Zhang is new, have you been busy lately?" she asked tentatively.

"Oh? What's the matter?" 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 some things I need your help with." she said.

"Oh. Let me 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 food 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 loose, covering 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 bother you anymore. I'll come find you 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'll go now, see you tonight." She said and left.

"Okay." After seeing her off, I closed the door and sat down in a 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 very slowly; a day felt like a year. I wondered why there was an idiom, "a day feels like a year." This was probably what it meant. However, I was still worried that Teacher Ma wouldn't fall for it. Several times I almost went to the sports department to find her, but I didn't. I'm a director now; it wouldn't be appropriate for me to proactively 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 glanced at my watch, then at the door, and suddenly remembered something. It was through this small window in the door that I had seen Teacher Ma and that bald man. I didn't want anyone to see me like that again. I found a poster and taped it to the window.

The office was still very hot. 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 expected, Teacher Ma came in.

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

"I made something to eat for you. I thought you must be hungry working so late." She said as she came in and placed a bag on the table.

She changed out of her tracksuit and into a tight white short-sleeved shirt and a long skirt. Her outfit was a bit odd; the shirt hugged her upper body tightly, completely outlining her breasts, and I could vaguely see her nipples.

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

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

I went 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, you're a good cook," I said insincerely.

"Have some more then." She said, ladling out another bowl and handing it to me. I reached out to take it, but somehow, her hand slipped, and the entire bowl of soup spilled all over my pants.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, so 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 hands were already wiping my shorts. She wasn't wiping away the soup; she was wiping my penis with my shorts! My penis immediately became hard.

"It's wet inside too, let me wipe it for you, okay?" She said, and before I could answer, she unzipped my shorts and pulled out my penis.

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

She smiled at me, then stuck out her tongue and started licking my penis.

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

Her tongue lightly touched my glans, then circled it once before she began to rub the edge of my glans with the side of her tongue. The ticklish feeling on my glans was so comfortable. I never expected that Teacher Ma's tongue was so amazing, even better than the professionals I had consulted before.

My hand slipped inside her collar and touched her warm breasts. These were the breasts I had dreamed of for so long. I kneaded them forcefully. Her breasts were so soft, and her nipples had become very hard. I pinched her right nipple between my index and middle fingers, and vigorously played with the soft, smooth breast.

She took my glans into her mouth, her hand slipping inside my shirt to touch my nipple. Then, just as I played with her breasts, she teased my nipple with her fingers. My penis was nothing compared to hers; her nails lightly pinched the edge of my nipple, the slight pain turning into a kind of pleasure, intertwining with the sensation on my glans and traveling along my nerves to my brain.

I released her breasts and took off my shirt. She also took off her shirt and sat on my lap.

"Director, I need your help with something," she said, pressing one nipple 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 it... Director... would help me." After she finished speaking, she pulled my right hand to her leg.

I reached under her skirt and touched her firm buttocks. Just as I had predicted, her buttocks were firm due to long hours of exercise, but a little stiff. However, they had a unique charm to them. My fingers slipped inside her panties and touched her clitoris.

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

"You're so mean... Director, you're bullying me." She said, spreading her legs a little wider. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, and her vagina immediately enveloped them, as eager as a pack of wolves seeing a sheep.

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

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 in front of me, my lust was burning fiercely.

"Hehe," she chuckled, then squatted down, picked up a bowl of soup, took a sip, and immediately took my glans into her mouth. A hot sensation immediately filled my penis; I felt as if the veins on it were about to burst. She sucked my penis in forcefully until her lips touched my pubic hair, then enveloped it with her tongue and slowly released it.

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

She gently bit my glans in response, then lightly scratched my penis with her teeth, a ticklish sensation 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 all of mine," I said.

"I hate you, Director," she said seductively, but still lifted her skirt and leaned over the table.

I turned on the desk lamp; the orange light stood out starkly against the white fluorescent light. I shone the lamp on her genitals and pulled down her red panties.

So she wasn't naturally hairless after all; there were obvious signs of shaving on her vulva. The vulva was slightly concave and pink, looking somewhat like a basin. Her labia weren't very long, appearing small and cute. There were some horizontal and vertical lines on either side of the labia. The deep red vaginal opening was wide open, revealing the uneven vaginal walls inside.

I opened my mouth and bit her clitoris. It was such a large clitoris. I gently sucked on it, a slightly fishy, pungent smell hitting my nostrils. The taste was mild and just right, enough 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; 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 her clitoris 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 hand, and then forcefully pushing my penis inside.

I took the opportunity to thrust hard, and my penis entered her vagina. Her vagina was wide in the front and narrow in the back. At first, I was a little uncomfortable, so I swayed my waist up and down and left and right to find a suitable angle. Just as 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, my hands slipping under her armpits to grasp her breasts that I so 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 enveloping my penis, constantly secreting a cool fluid. Why was her vagina so cold?

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

"It's good to be cool~ so you don't get a sore throat," she said.

I kissed her again, then gritted my teeth and thrust 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 my mind, and began to thrust violently.

The table swayed back and forth under our movements, making creaking noises, and the room was filled with the scent of our genitals.

I released her breasts and put my finger on her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and sucked on my finger; her lips were still so hot. Suddenly I noticed the bowl of soup on the table, and I realized what was going on. She was giving me oral sex with her mouth full of soup, and my glans was getting 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 half an hour. I felt better and better with each thrust, but she gradually showed signs of fatigue.

"Come on, let's change positions," I said, turning her 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 then inserted my penis.

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

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

I thrust my penis all the way in, but unexpectedly, her vagina began to contract violently, tightly enveloping my penis and creating a strong suction. Involuntarily, I pushed harder, and a stream of hot liquid splattered onto my glans. I couldn't control myself anymore, and my semen shot inside her.

"Huff..." We both breathed heavily, then I lay on top of her, she held me tightly, and the throbbing inside her vagina finally stopped.

I realized we were both covered in sweat, and I touched her damp breasts.

"Director, you must help me with my matter," she finally revealed her true purpose after resting for a while.

"What is it? Tell me," I asked.

"Could you promote me to head of the sports group?" she asked.

I learned from the principal that the head of a teaching and research group is essentially equivalent to a department head, with increased salary and benefits.

"It's that simple?" I said.

"Well, we'll have to see what you do then, Director," she said.

"Okay, I'll help you succeed, how will you thank me?" I said, touching her nipple.

"Of course you'll get yours," 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 like it. What I learn isn't important; what's important is that I've found two major sources of happiness.

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, but the doctor just said it was neurasthenia, prescribed some medicine, and sent me home. I remember neurasthenia can cause insomnia, so how come my excessive sleepiness 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 addicted to cigarettes or drugs. Being sleepy every day definitely makes me look unwell, and being unwell makes me prone to bad luck, 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 there were many managers, so I drove anyone. The day the accident happened, I was driving the manager.

We drove to a freight company to make some 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. Our car made close contact with him. Rather than saying I hit him, it's more accurate to say he deliberately came to me. He was running very fast that day, and my car hit him, sending him flying into the air before he landed on the roof, just like in a Hong Kong horror movie. His blood was flowing down the car window.

The manager was almost scared to death; he sat in the car, too afraid to get out, and told me to go out and call the police, and also get the guy out of the car to see if he was dead. I wasn't particularly scared at the time. I went outside and put my hand under the guy's bleeding nose to check. Finding he was still breathing, I immediately dialed 110. Police cars and an ambulance arrived quickly.

However, because there were too many onlookers, the ambulance couldn't get in, so they had to send two doctors with a stretcher. As luck would have it, 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 sped towards them, crashing into the stretcher between the doctors.

Later, I heard that the man died; it would be a miracle to survive being hit twice. I heard from the freight company that the guy who was hit was named Wang Chong. Wang Chong? A dead worm? What a terrible name. He was a released convict who was caught harassing a female employee at work by the boss. He ran away in fear, so all you can say is he was unlucky. His name was bad to begin with, and then he harassed someone in front of the boss—he was incredibly stupid.

Because of this incident, the business deal fell through, and I became the culprit. The boss paid me three months' wages 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, just driving, and even that's mediocre. I don't know what kind of job to look for. So I just stayed home, and when I had nothing to do, I went out with friends to sing karaoke, dance, visit prostitutes, and go to bathhouses. Soon, my three months' wages were gone.

Seeing that I had nothing to do all day, my mom asked someone to find me a job. It's a dormitory supervisor at a middle school, earning less than a thousand yuan a month, but it includes room and board. 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 relaxed. It's just a pity I'm not in charge of the girls' dormitory.

I'm the dorm manager for this dormitory, and I have a few other newly assigned staff under me. They're all recent university graduates who couldn't find jobs right away, so they're just temporarily working as dormitory supervisors, waiting to find better jobs later. They call it "keeping your options open."

Honestly, I still dislike school quite a bit because the teachers weren't very nice to me when I was in school, although the relationships with my classmates were okay. After working as a dormitory supervisor for a while, I was transferred to be the supervisor of the teaching building. I had several people under me: two in charge of sanitation, two in charge of security, and a few others handling daily chores.

Being the supervisor of the teaching building meant getting up early, as students would start studying around 6 AM, and you also had to sleep late, as students would be studying or teachers would be working on assignments until very late. My daily work was relatively simple: opening the main gate in the morning, locking it at night, and making a general patrol. The pay was slightly higher than in the dormitory.

Getting up in the morning was indeed a difficult task, especially since I was having a wet dream, but I had no choice but to get up for work. I rubbed my eyes, got out of bed, dressed, and then grabbed a bunch of keys to open the main door of the teaching building.

The morning air was nice. I stretched at the doorway, 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 didn't know why she wasn't married yet. She lived in the school's faculty apartment and came out 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 love most about her is the way she runs; her full breasts move in a semi-elliptical motion across her chest. Every time I see her, my eyes follow her breasts. But there's something I don't like about her: she always calls me "Master," even though I'm not even 30 yet and I'm already a 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 very casual when we work together, so there are no taboos; we say whatever comes to mind.

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

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

"What else can I say? Of course, it's about these teachers," said Xiao Liu, the security guard. He's about my age, and we're 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 pretty 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 agreed.

I hadn't heard 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 physical education 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, we started our respective work.

The daytime work is rather boring, but today is alright because all the female PE teachers have PE classes, and I can watch them teach from my room. Looking around, Teacher Ma is the most alluring; her breasts are bigger than the others, but her buttocks look very firm, though not very fleshy. I wonder what it would feel like if they clamped my penis between them. Regardless of her firm buttocks, those breasts alone are enough to make my penis incredibly hard.

The day's work is about to end. I looked at the clock on the wall; it's 11:15. It's time to close up and clear everyone out. I picked up my flashlight and started patrolling the floors.

For some reason, the more I walked, the more excited I became, as if something was about to happen. It was 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. Students rarely came here; their presence meant they were in trouble.

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

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

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

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

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

"Little Ma, you... you feel so good here..." the director muttered as he thrust forcefully. 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 entrusting the matter of my promotion to you..." Teacher Ma said, swaying her hips back and forth.

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

I was burning with lust outside, my penis pressed tightly against my pants. I reached inside and grabbed my penis, stroking it, my eyes fixed on the erotic scene inside.

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

"Director, don't forget about me." Teacher Ma said to the director with a lewd look, even taking his hand and placing it on her breast.

"I...I know!" The director barely had the strength to speak.

Teacher Ma stood up from the director, then walked to the side, spread her legs towards the door, and then parted her labia with her hands. Milky white semen, trailing a long tail, flowed from her vagina. She didn't even have pubic hair; she was a white tiger. Her plump vulva made my mouth water.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and semen gushed out of my penis. I immediately pulled my hand out; it was covered in semen. I smelled the slightly fishy smell, then quickly ran downstairs back 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, and judging from her appearance, 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 in my mind.

The next evening, I handed over my work to someone else, and then went with Xiao Liu to his usual dance hall. We found a seat and sat down.

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

I followed her finger and indeed saw a woman, dressed very flamboyantly. Upon closer inspection, I could indeed vaguely make out the principal's features, except her hair was curled, her skin appeared very fair, and she wore black-rimmed glasses.

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

I stood up and walked over.

"May I have this dance?" I extended my hand.

"Sure, 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 offensive.

"Hehe, Xiao Zhang, do you come here often?" She placed her hand on my shoulder, skillfully performing her dance steps.

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

"I don't come often either, just occasionally." She was clearly lying.

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

Just as we were slowly entwining, fast-paced dance music started playing. 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," I said.

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

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

"Sure," she readily agreed.

The principal, surnamed Li, is 43 years old. Her husband passed away from illness, leaving her with a daughter. She has significant connections within the education department, which ensures her stable position as principal; she is also the school's Party Secretary. She's not unattractive, but large glasses obscure her charm. While her breasts aren't as full and bouncing as Teacher Ma's, they're still quite nice and firm. Her hips are round, especially considering how flamboyant she is today.

After dancing a few more songs, we returned to our respective seats.

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

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

After that day, the principal's attitude towards me changed a lot. Before, I was always the one to greet her first, but now she's the one who greets me first. Our wages also increased by a few dollars, and as a return favor, 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 that if there are too many people in the office, it might delay your work," I said.

"It's okay, nothing important today. You can come over later." After she finished speaking, she chatted with me for a few more minutes and then left.

After she left, I immediately changed into a vest and shorts, then grabbed a rag and a bucket and went to her office.

"Why are you alone?" the principal asked.

"Everyone else is working, so I had to do it myself. Where should I start?" I asked.

"Let's start with the higher part," the principal said, pointing to the window.

I took the bucket and climbed onto the windowsill, then pretended to wipe it. The principal stood below, staring at 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, and she even came over to ask 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 racing with thoughts of how to get my hands on her. Such a good opportunity couldn't be wasted. I glanced at the bucket of dirty water on the windowsill, 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.

"Sorry, Principal, I wasn't looking." I quickly grabbed a towel from behind the door and started wiping the water off her body and face, taking the opportunity to grab her breasts 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; usually, she was either wearing glasses or in a dance hall, so I couldn't see her clearly. This time was different; we were close, and it was daytime. She was wearing a business suit today—a gray short-sleeved top and a skirt that didn't go past her knees, showing off her figure completely.

"You—" The principal seemed to notice something and immediately prepared to put on her glasses. I grabbed her hand.

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

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

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

"The door...the door isn't closed properly," she whispered.

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

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

Her hands caressed my fairly strong muscles on my back, then slowly slid to my front, actively grasping my penis through my shorts.

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

I picked her up and laid her down on the table, unbuttoning her top. When I pulled off her bra, a pair of lively and adorable breasts bounced playfully before my eyes. I immediately grabbed them and began to suckle 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, slapping my penis against her lips. She immediately grabbed my penis, then stuck out her tongue and licked my testicles, her warm tongue roaming all over them, also licking my anus. It felt so good; finally, she tilted her head back and took my penis into her mouth, sucking on it.

"Mmm...mmm..." she moaned with satisfaction as she sucked, her other hand playing between her legs.

I simply pressed myself against her, and we ended up in a 69 position. Luckily, her desk was big enough, so I lay between her legs, breathing in her scent. She was actually wearing pantyhose, and I forcefully inhaled 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, and she jumped off as well. Then, with her back to me, she lifted her skirt, and I knelt down and forcefully ripped a hole in her pantyhose, then reached inside and groped her underwear a couple of times.

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

I admired her genitals. It was truly interesting; her vaginal opening seemed slightly to the right, the entire vulva somewhat distorted, and the sparse pubic hair formed an inverted triangle on her mons pubis. Her two dark labia seemed listless, huddled and wrinkled to the side. I stuck out my tongue and licked it; a strange taste filled my nostrils, stimulating my brain. This taste made me feel like a beast,

and

I immediately opened my mouth and sucked on her

clitoris. "Ah ...

"Hurry up." She swayed her hips from side to side.

I grabbed her waist and thrust hard, my penis plunging in, but the head only went halfway before getting stuck. Her vaginal position was different from others, which was why I was experiencing this. So I slowly groped back and forth, and after a while, I found the right path, then suddenly thrust in all the way.

So good, I never thought that a woman in her forties could give me such stimulation. I started thrusting hard. "

Ah ... (Part 2) "Oh no!" The principal was about to get up and get dressed after hearing the knocking, but I immediately stopped her. "Don't rush. He'll leave if you don't open the door. If you get dressed now and open the door, it'll be troublesome if he sees us." I whispered in her ear. She nodded and then quietly lay down on the table, but her tense muscles showed that she was still very nervous. After all, it would be big news if someone found a principal having sex with a building manager. "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 on the door, really persistent. But we ignored him. He knocked on the door a few more times, and then we heard his footsteps leaving.

"Phew~" The principal let out a long breath, then turned back to me and laughed, "You're quite experienced."

"Hehe," I chuckled, thrusting hard once more, then continuing what we hadn't finished.

"Mmm~" She bit her arm, trying not to make a sound, then swayed her plump buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts.

The unique structure of her vagina sent different sensations through my penis, each one almost unbearable. 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 faint scent 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 gripping my penis tightly, making thrusting quite difficult. 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 directions with varying intensity.

"Ah!" I cried out, 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 on the table, panting heavily, her hands gripping my arm.

"You're really strong," she said, turning to me.

I kissed her, then slowly pulled my penis out of her folded vagina. She turned around and hugged me from the front, then took out a tissue to wipe the sticky fluid from my glans, while her other hand reached inside my vest to pinch my nipple.

"You're not bad either," I kissed her eyes. "I just ejaculated inside you, are you going to 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've got too many brain cells, the child's already so big, I already had a sterilization procedure."

"Hehe." I gave an awkward laugh.

We snuggled together intimately for a while, 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 a dormitory supervisor to working in the academic affairs office. The former bald-headed director was transferred by the principal because of his incompetence and some issues with his conduct, and I took his place. Now it's much easier to get on Teacher Ma's good side. Teacher Ma's face was gloomy for the few days after the bald-headed director was transferred.

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

"Don't make sarcastic remarks, you guys. My promotion will benefit you too," I said.

"What about us?" asked two female cleaners.

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

"Thank you in advance."

I took my things and returned to my office. My office is now right next to the principal's, making it much easier for us to meet.

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

I sat in my chair, looking at the huge pile of documents on my desk, flipping through them casually. I know absolutely nothing about this stuff; I'd be better off sweeping the floor. 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, is there something you need?" I sat down and crossed my legs.

"Director Zhang is new, have you been busy lately?" she asked tentatively.

"Oh? What's the matter?" 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 some things I need your help with." she said.

"Oh. Let me 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 food 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 loose, covering 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 bother you anymore. I'll come find you 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'll go now, see you tonight." She said and left.

"Okay." After seeing her off, I closed the door and sat down in a 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 very slowly; a day felt like a year. I wondered why there was an idiom, "a day feels like a year." This was probably what it meant. However, I was still worried that Teacher Ma wouldn't fall for it. Several times I almost went to the sports department to find her, but I didn't. I'm a director now; it wouldn't be appropriate for me to proactively 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 glanced at my watch, then at the door, and suddenly remembered something. It was through this small window in the door that I had seen Teacher Ma and that bald man. I didn't want anyone to see me like that again. I found a poster and taped it to the window.

The office was still very hot. 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 expected, Teacher Ma came in.

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

"I made something to eat for you. I thought you must be hungry working so late." She said as she came in and placed a bag on the table.

She changed out of her tracksuit and into a tight white short-sleeved shirt and a long skirt. Her outfit was a bit odd; the shirt hugged her upper body tightly, completely outlining her breasts, and I could vaguely see her nipples.

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

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

I went 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, you're a good cook," I said insincerely.

"Have some more then." She said, ladling out another bowl and handing it to me. I reached out to take it, but somehow, her hand slipped, and the entire bowl of soup spilled all over my pants.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, so 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 hands were already wiping my shorts. She wasn't wiping away the soup; she was wiping my penis with my shorts! My penis immediately became hard.

"It's wet inside too, let me wipe it for you, okay?" She said, and before I could answer, she unzipped my shorts and pulled out my penis.

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

She smiled at me, then stuck out her tongue and began licking my penis.

"Hoo~" 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 the tip of her tongue circled around it before she began rubbing the edge of the head with the side of her tongue. The ticklish feeling on my head was so comfortable. I never expected that Ms. Ma's tongue was so amazing, even better than the professionals I had consulted before.

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

She took my glans into her mouth, and her hand slipped inside my shirt, touching my nipple. Then, just as I had played with her breasts, she played with my nipple with her fingers. My thing couldn't compare to hers. Her nails gently pinched the edge of my nipple, and that 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 shirt. She took off hers too and sat on my lap.

"Director, I need your help with something," she said, pressing one nipple 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 had a unique charm to them. My fingers slipped inside her panties and touched her clitoris.

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

"Ugh~ Director, you're bullying me!" she said, spreading her legs a little wider. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, which immediately enveloped them, as eager as a pack of wolves eyeing a sheep.

I gently stirred inside her vagina with one hand while continuing to play with her nipples with the other. 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 in front of me, my desire was burning.

"Hehe," she chuckled, then squatted down, picked up a bowl of soup, took a sip, and immediately took my glans into her mouth. A hot sensation instantly filled my penis; I felt like the veins on 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 released it.

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

She gently bit my glans in response, then lightly scratched my penis with her teeth, a ticklish sensation 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; the orange light stood 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 signs of shaving on her vulva. The 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 dark 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.

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

"Mmm...mmm..." Teacher Ma murmured softly. I couldn't tell if she was moaning from pleasure or just 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 and parting her vaginal opening with her right, then forcefully pushing my penis inside.

I took the opportunity to thrust hard, my penis entering her vagina. Her vagina was wide at the front and narrow 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 comfortable 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, my hands slipping under her armpits to grasp her breasts that I so 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 enveloping my penis, constantly secreting a cool fluid. Why was her vagina so cold?

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

"It's good to be cool~ so you don't get a sore throat," she said.

I kissed her again, then gritted my teeth and thrust 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 my mind, and began to thrust violently.

The table swayed back and forth under our movements, making creaking noises, and the room was filled with the scent of our genitals.

I released her breasts and put my finger on her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and sucked on my finger; her lips were still so hot. Suddenly I noticed the bowl of soup on the table, and I realized what was going on. She was giving me oral sex with her mouth full of soup, and my glans was getting 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 half an hour. I felt better and better with each thrust, but she gradually showed signs of fatigue.

"Come on, let's change positions," I said, turning her 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 then inserted my penis.

As I thrust in and out, I played with her toes. Perhaps because she wore sneakers for a long time, her feet smelled a little. I pulled down her sheer stockings and kissed the soles of her feet.

"Ahhhhh!" she suddenly cried out as I sucked on her toes, then arched her body forcefully. Her face, neck, and chest flushed red, and her slightly dark nipples looked incredibly alluring against the red glow.

I thrust my penis all the way in, and unexpectedly, her vagina began to contract violently, tightly enveloping my penis and creating a strong suction. Without thinking, I pushed harder, and a stream of hot liquid splattered onto my glans. At that moment, I couldn't control myself any longer, and my semen shot inside her.

"Huff...!" We both let out a heavy breath, then I lay on top of her, she held me tightly, the throbbing inside her finally subsided.

I then realized we were both covered in sweat, and I touched her damp breasts.

"Director, you really have to help me with this," she finally said after resting for a while, revealing her true purpose.

"What is it? Tell me," I asked.

"Well, could you promote me to head of the physical education group?" she asked.

I had learned from the principal that the head of a teaching and research group was equivalent to a director, with increased salary and benefits.

"It's that simple?" I said.

"Well, it depends on you, Director," she said.

"Okay, I'll help you out, 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 fairly trustworthy person, and after discussing it with the principal, I still promoted Ms. Ma to head of the physical education group. Ms. Ma is also a very reliable person; she gave me a big gift—a key to her room.

I used to hate school so much, but now I really like it. What I learn isn't important; what's important is that I've found two major sources of happiness.

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