A True Account of My Immoral Encounters with My Student and Lover (Part 1)

Shanshan is my student, my subordinate, and my lover. That day after work, she didn't walk home with her female colleague. No one knew she was there to keep me company while I worked overtime.
A little while later, I finished my work. When Shanshan came over, she found colleagues from other departments still there. Without thinking, she quietly turned off the lights, locked the office door, and moved the coffee table in front of the long sofa. Before she even sat down, our two wet tongues were already intertwined. I couldn't wait any longer and reached straight into her pants, slipping my hand inside her underwear, and touched a small tuft of short hair. Shanshan has a habit of trimming her pubic hair, leaving only a neat little tuft. She told me that sometimes she trims it herself, and sometimes her boyfriend does it for her.
You might ask why we didn't go to a hotel. Actually, having sex with her in the office is more exciting and more sensual; suppressed gasps can unleash a stronger desire. Just over a week ago, in this small office of about ten square meters, Shanshan and I had our first intimate encounter. According to current regulations, as a middle-level manager in my company, I don't qualify for a private office, but a few years ago, it wasn't so strict. My department had many staff and several offices, so I naturally had one.
I sat down on the sofa and loosened my belt. Shanshan proactively helped me pull out my penis, which was feeling uncomfortable being wrapped in my pants. She lowered her head, her long hair falling to cover her thin face. A warm, wet sensation immediately spread across my glans; I could clearly feel her tongue slowly tracing the frenulum, the most sensitive part of a man's penis. Of course, there's more than one sensitive spot. Shanshan's skillful tongue had explored every part of my body that could produce pleasure, such as a spot a few centimeters from the penis, medically known as the anus. But that night, due to circumstances, we didn't do that.
Although I enjoy ejaculating into Shanshan's mouth, I felt somewhat resentful. My wife and I had used contraception for many years, and I didn't like using condoms, so I could only ejaculate outside the vagina, or have my wife masturbate me during orgasm. Over time, this led to difficulty ejaculating during intercourse.
I stripped off Shanshan's jeans and her thermal underwear. She was slender, so it didn't take much effort. Then I touched her lower body; it was already a pool of spring water. Shanshan's labia were distinctive, with clearly defined edges and a firm yet supple texture, making them easy to remember by touch—perhaps a sign of youth. That year, Shanshan was 24, and I was 31.
I picked up the naked Shanshan and straddled her face to face. Because she was sufficiently wet, my penis entered her vagina smoothly, feeling a strong sense of envelopment. Shanshan was like a delicate sprite, completely at my mercy. I thought of the old saying: "Riding a fat horse, fucking a skinny pussy." It wasn't without reason.
Perhaps it was in a serious, dark office next door, where people dared not breathe while having sex with a young woman—that was incredibly stimulating. Across the street, in the television building, many windows were lit; I wondered which window was where the same scene was unfolding. Only through the physical contact of men and women could humanity procreate and endless romantic tales be passed down for millennia. Behind every "I miss you" a man lies a hidden "I want to fuck you."
I slowly and carefully fucked the young vagina pressed against my skin, savoring each thrust, the pleasure and trepidation transmitted to my brain by the nerve endings. Shanshan passionately French-kissed me, suddenly sucking on my earlobe in her excitement, her nimble tongue licking and swirling inside. This move was amazing, instantly making me even harder, and my thrusting speed involuntarily increased. "Husband…you're so thick," Shanshan murmured in my ear. In front of others, she called me "Teacher Qi." Shanshan didn't talk much during sex, although I wished she would say some profanities that would get my blood pumping.
I've had a habit since childhood: I must be completely tense and stiff just before ejaculation to achieve arousal, whether through masturbation or sex. About thirty minutes later, I felt the urge coming on, my legs straightening, "commanding" the seductive little woman sitting on me to speed up. Shanshan took my ear in her mouth again, licking it and stroking it with her vagina. The double pleasure intensified my ejaculation, making it feel like I shot very deep. Then the excitement quickly subsided, and the blurry vision cleared instantly. I could hear Shanshan's heavy breathing in my ear. I asked her if she had come, and she gave a soft "Mmm." We didn't speak again, and remained in that position for a few minutes. It wasn't particularly wonderful; the faint scent of perfume on Shanshan mingled with her sweat, and I gradually came to my senses. My limp penis slowly slid out of her vagina, and I felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of filth. It was hard to explain.
Shanshan said that she had originally planned to have dinner with her boyfriend and some friends today, but to spend time with me, she had to make an excuse about working late and go to the dinner later. After getting dressed, Shanshan and I quietly left separately, trying to avoid the watchful eyes of the security guard on the first floor of my workplace.
The place Shanshan was meeting wasn't far, and I quickly drove her to the vicinity. I couldn't resist kissing her again before reluctantly letting her out of the car. Before leaving, I reminded her to take emergency contraception. It was a medium-sized restaurant, with a somewhat unique facade and decor. Women of Shanshan's age usually associate with classmates from ordinary families, so the expenses weren't high.
I went home, and my wife was already there. After dinner, by the bookshelf in the bedroom, my wife initiated a kiss. I had a wicked thought and gently pressed her shoulders down. My wife understood, took out her semi-erect penis, smelled it, and started licking it. Luckily, after having sex with Shanshan, she had carefully cleaned me up with a wet wipe. I looked down at my wife, observing the completely different strength and technique between her and Shanshan. My wife was more skilled in this area, without any teeth. Before going
to bed, I couldn't help but send a WeChat message to Shanshan. She had already gone home. She also said that the first thing she did when she got home was change her underwear because a lot of semen had leaked out while eating. Her boyfriend was sitting next to her at the time. I've met a handsome young man named Xiao Li, who is a perfect match for the beautiful Shan Shan. They've even reached the point of discussing marriage.

Now, let me tell you about my first time with Shan Shan. A year and a half before this office romance, a batch of new employees joined the company, mostly graduates from third-tier universities. At the time, I was a newly appointed department head, and the company assigned them to me for training, including Shan Shan.
Shan Shan was more opinionated and individualistic than the other girls who were more obedient, often offering her own interpretations of my work arrangements. Sometimes this annoyed me, but on the other hand, I was also somewhat curious about this beautiful girl. I had just turned thirty then, and because I looked young, I appeared to be in my mid-twenties, but the new employees were all afraid of me. I was strict and demanding at work, rarely smiling, so they weren't particularly close to me.
Shan Shan's work was better than the others, even better than some of the more conventional senior employees, and I was willing to guide her more. Gradually, I began to notice her. She was 1.65 meters tall, with slender, straight legs, a long waist, and a face as clean as moonlight. Shanshan didn't wear high heels; she preferred jeans. Of all the women I'd met, no one looked better in jeans than her.
Several times in the office, when her back was to me, I was tempted: how wonderful it would be to fuck her hard from behind in the office! But I immediately reminded myself that Shanshan, seven years younger than me, was just a child.
However, once the fire of lust is ignited, nothing can extinguish it, especially for mere mortals whose eyes only see a beautiful body, unable to discern the future.
I quickly became deeply entangled in Shanshan's every move. But how could I dare to take that step so easily? My status, age, and reputation were all insurmountable obstacles. For a period afterward, Shanshan became the object of my fantasies. I thought of her when I made love to my wife, I thought of her when I masturbated, I imagined her moaning beneath me, I imagined my fingers digging into her tender flesh… What kind of wanton body did this young woman, whose face radiated youth, hide beneath her clothes?
Years have passed, and my feelings have changed. When I recall the beginning with Shanshan, I think more of lust. But in reality, I truly loved her then, a love that stirred my heart, a secret, restless yearning.
Unable to win her heart, I always felt that Shanshan might dislike me. I couldn't help but try to touch her from other angles. For example, I often joked about her with male colleagues, and even harshly criticized her. One day, because of a small matter at work, I called her over and gave her a severe scolding. Shanshan cried, feeling wronged. I was a little stunned; I didn't expect her to cry in front of me, her black eyelashes all smudged. I suddenly felt a pang of heartache and wanted to wipe away her tears and tell her how much I liked her. But in the end, I didn't say it, only casually saying, "You'll know my feelings someday." Shanshan stared at me blankly, her eyes filled with hesitation. Could such a smart girl really not understand?
That night, I posted on WeChat Moments for the first time (WeChat had just been released then), and this post remains my first on Moments to this day: "Don't cry, my dearest, tonight I bloom like a fleeting flower..." Of course, others would probably think it was just a line from a song by Shui Mu.
Bored out of my mind, I created a new Weibo account and began rambling on about my unrequited love for Shanshan, recording my inner turmoil in a few words. I wrote about twenty posts, but nobody saw them anyway, and even those who did wouldn't know what I was writing.
One day, after finishing overtime, I was the only one left on the entire floor. Instead of rushing home, I listened to some music. I thought about Shanshan; what kind of music did she like? I sent her a WeChat message, first explaining some work to avoid suspicion, and then asking her to recommend a song. She replied: "Red Rose, Eason Chan."
Judging from the speed of her reply, I guessed she wasn't with her boyfriend. A quick check confirmed it; she was indeed at home. I made up my mind, logged into Weibo, copied the address, and sent it to Shanshan via WeChat. Then I sent another message: "Don't rush to reply." My face flushed, my heart pounded, like waiting for college entrance exam results—excitement mixed with fear. I was afraid she'd explode in anger and interrogate me, afraid she'd coldly reject me. If that happened, how would I face her afterwards?
The drive from work to home took only about twenty minutes, without traffic. I hadn't received a reply from Shanshan by 9 PM, just before bed. I texted her myself, and she replied quickly. I don't remember the details of our conversation, only that Shanshan expressed her surprise and gratitude.
The next day after work, Shanshan stayed behind. On the sofa in my office, I kissed her. Her breath was clear, her tongue soft as sand. Shanshan responded gently, a little shy. My pants were already bulging. I could clearly hear people walking around outside, so I decided to take Shanshan to a quiet place.
As I drove out of the office gate, Shanshan's boyfriend, Xiao Li, was waiting there. It had snowed lightly that day, leaving a thin layer of snow on Xiao Li's hair. Xiao Li is two years older than Shanshan, runs a small business, and is very devoted to his girlfriend. Perhaps because beautiful women have many admirers, he usually keeps a close eye on her.
I glanced at him, and he saw me too. I wondered if I'd seen Shanshan sitting in the passenger seat. Instinctively, I didn't stop, but after driving a short distance, Shanshan received a call. She brazenly told her boyfriend to go home, saying, "There's a company gathering today, Teacher Qi and I are on our way. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" After hanging up, I offered to drive her home, but Shanshan nonchalantly replied, "It's okay." In the subsequent several trysts, whenever Shanshan received a call from her boyfriend, she would truthfully tell him she was with me; it seemed to have become the safest lie. Little did the naive Xiao Li know, I was most likely busy working on the woman he loved.

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