My name is Ling Xiaowei, I'm 26 years old, a newly graduated female teacher. My parents divorced when I was young, I grew up with my grandma, and my personality is quite introverted. During university, I gradually realized I preferred women, had a few girlfriends, and gained quite a bit of experience.
After graduation, job pressure was intense; competition for public schools was fierce. I sent out several resumes but heard nothing back. Later, I heard a private girls' high school was hiring with much better pay than public schools, so I submitted my resume just to try my luck.
Two days later, I received the interview notice. I made a point of preparing, wearing a loose white top and a knee-length skirt, with no bra underneath—this was a deliberate test on my part. The interview site was full of women, and I was number forty in line.
The interviewer was the school principal, Sun Yan, thirty-three years old, unmarried, with a mature and calm demeanor. She wore a black professional suit, and her voice was low and pleasant. When it was my turn, I walked in and bowed quite deeply, intentionally letting my collar open so she could see inside.
Her gaze noticeably paused for a few seconds before returning to normal, and she asked me to sit down. We discussed teaching philosophies and family situations. I honestly admitted my family's financial strain and great need for this job, hinting that I was willing to put in extra effort for the opportunity. While speaking, I slightly parted my legs, allowing her to see the view under my skirt.
Sun Yan's breathing noticeably hitched for a moment, but she didn't immediately expose it. After the interview ended, she told me to go back and wait for notification.
Three days later, the call came. Sun Yan called personally and said I had been accepted, but that I first needed to undergo an internship lesson assessment, and invited me to her home tonight to discuss the details.
I changed into a simple white dress, still without wearing a bra inside, took a taxi to the villa area where she lived. Sun Yan opened the door wearing yoga clothes. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, and she smiled as she welcomed me in.
The living room was elegantly furnished. She peeled an apple for me, fed it to my mouth, and her fingers naturally slipped into my mouth. The atmosphere instantly turned ambiguous.
"On the day of the interview, you weren't wearing anything underneath." She said directly.
I blushed but didn't deny it: 'Sister Yan... I just wanted to leave a deeper impression on you.'
Sun Yan smiled, reaching out to gently lift my skirt: "What about today? Is it just as hot?"
I nodded, actively stood up, and lifted my skirt. Her gaze fell on my smooth lower body, her breathing noticeably heavier. She reached out a finger and lightly touched it, then lowered her head and gave it a lick with the tip of her tongue.
“Submit to me, and your salary will double. I’ll take care of everything at school for you.” She raised her head and looked at me seriously.
I lowered my head: 'If big sister keeps her word... I'll listen to you.'
Sun Yan stood up. She was a bit shorter than me but had a very strong presence. She had me lie on the yoga mat, then took off her own clothes, leaving only her underwear. Afterwards, she went upstairs and changed into a complete professional outfit: black suit, white shirt, trousers, flesh-colored stockings, and high heels.
She sat down again, leaned over, and kissed me. Her kissing skills were very proficient, her tongue tangling nimbly. Her hands kneaded my breasts through my clothes until my nipples hardened. She lifted my legs onto her shoulders, unzipped my pants, and a black realistic fake penis sprang out.
“Do you mind?” She asked.
"I don't mind," I replied. "As long as my sister likes it."
She rubbed the fake penis against my already moist entrance, and after it was coated with love fluid, she slowly pushed it in. I let out a satisfied sigh. She began to thrust, her movements powerful and rhythmic, while simultaneously lowering her head to suck my nipples through my soaked clothes.
“Call me teacher.” she said softly.
“Teacher... slower... Xiao Wei can’t take it...” I cooperated with a sweet moan.
She sped up, the artificial cock going in whole and then pulling out, making sticky slapping sounds. I clamped my legs around her waist, both hands gripping her suit collar. The climax came very quickly; my body tensed, and semen shot out. Sun Yan reached her peak at the same time too, lying on top of me and panting.
Afterward she helped me clean up and carried me to the sofa. We talked for a long time, confirming that we were both adults and liked this kind of play with a bit of a power dynamic.
“From now on, keep your distance at school; privately… you can come anytime.” she said.
I nodded and leaned on her shoulder.
That night, we didn't do it a second time, just held each other and slept. The next day, she personally drove me to school and arranged the internship class.
Since then, I became her secret lover. Two or three nights a week I would go to the villa, and she would change into different business outfits, using a dildo, ropes, or just her fingers and tongue to send me climaxing over and over again. Sometimes she would leave hickeys on my body, and sometimes she would make me kneel and serve her.
Everything is built on clear consent. We are two adult women, clear about what we want, and willing to keep this secret pleasure for each other.
After my job stabilized, I moved my grandmother to a better house. Sun Yan would occasionally come over for meals; outwardly, we were just superior and subordinate. Only we ourselves knew what kind of intimate things happened in that villa when the night was deep and quiet.
The story continues, but this time, the rhythm, depth, beginning and end are all decided by ourselves.
The teaching practicum went smoothly. Sun Yan, in her capacity as principal, observed three classes. Afterward, she merely gave a faint nod and said, 'Good performance, officially hired.' Externally, she maintained a perfectly appropriate distance from me, even being stricter than with other new teachers. Only I knew that those seemingly calm eyes would become completely different after leaving the classroom.
On the first Friday night after officially starting the job, I received her text message:
“Are you free tonight? The villa.”
I replied with one word: 'Yes.'
After showering, I only wore a loose white shirt and a thin, almost transparent nightgown, with nothing underneath as usual. When I took a taxi to Ziyuan Community, it was completely dark. The security guard recognized me and let me through directly. The moment the door opened, Sun Yan stood in the entryway wearing a dark gray silk robe, her hair casually tied up, looking much softer than during the day.
“Come in.” She stepped aside to let me through the door, then locked it from the inside.
Only one floor lamp was on in the living room. Without any extra pleasantries, she pulled me directly to sit on the sofa, then straddled my lap and leaned down to kiss me. This kiss was deeper than the first, carrying a clear sense of possessiveness. Her hand slipped under my shirt, her palm sliding up from my waist until she cupped my breast.
“This week, seeing you at school, I kept wanting to do this.” She whispered in my ear, her fingers pinching the already hard nipple and gently twisting it.
I let out a soft moan, my hands actively untying the sash of her robe. Inside, she was bare. Her mature body pressed close to me, her nipples rubbing against my chest, warmth transferring over. She unbuttoned my shirt one by one, lowered her head to suck on one nipple, gently biting with her teeth, then sucking hard. Her other hand had already reached between my legs, two fingers parting the moist labia, her middle finger slowly entering.
"Already this wet..." She lifted her head, her eyes dark. "Miss me?"
I nodded, my voice soft: "Miss... teacher."
She smiled, pulled her fingers out, and brought them to my lips. I opened my mouth and took them in, my tongue curling around her knuckles. She watched me do this, her breathing noticeably faltering.
“Go upstairs.”
She took my hand and led me towards the master bedroom on the second floor. The room was large, the bed was dark, and the curtains were drawn tightly. She pressed me down to sit on the edge of the bed, stood before me, and completely removed her robe. Her thirty-three-year-old body was well-maintained, her waist still slender, her hips possessing mature curves. She opened the nightstand, took out the black dildo I was already familiar with, along with a bottle of lubricant and several black silk ribbons.
“I want to play longer today.” she said, fixing the dildo around her waist and walking up to me, “Help the teacher get hard first.”
I knelt down, grasped the realistic shaft with both hands, lowered my head, and took the tip into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the coronal sulcus, then took the whole length in. She pressed the back of my head but didn't use force, just gently stroked my hair. After I licked the dildo until it was shiny and wet, she had me lie down and tied my hands to the headboard with ribbons.
“Is it okay?” she asked.
“Okay.”
She spread my legs apart, knelt between them, and rubbed the tip of the strap-on up and down at my entrance. After coating it with my fluids, she slowly pushed it in. This time, she wasn't in a hurry to move. Instead, after burying it fully, she paused, leaned down to kiss me, and let me adjust to the feeling of being filled. My inner walls tightly wrapped around that hard object, every contraction distinctly perceptible.
“Teacher... move a little...” I couldn’t help but say.
She began to thrust. At first slowly, each time withdrawing until only the tip remained, then plunging in fully. The sound of water gradually grew clearer. Her hands braced on either side of my body, her eyes fixed on my expression. I was pushed upward with each thrust, but my hands were tied and unable to hold her, so I could only grip her waist tightly with my legs.
“Say it out loud.” she ordered softly.
I stopped holding back, my moans growing increasingly wanton with her movements. She sped up, the dildo thrusting in and out fully, making clear 'slap slap' sounds. The climax came fast and fierce, my body tensed, my toes curled, and a hot gush sprayed out. She didn't stop, continuing to pump, prolonging my afterglow until I begged softly for mercy, then slowly pulled out.
She untied the ribbon, turned me over, and made me kneel on all fours. The dildo entered from behind again, this angle was deeper. One of her hands gripped my waist, the other reached around to the front to rub my clit. I buried my face in the pillow, my voice becoming muffled. The second climax was stronger than the first, my legs went so weak I could barely hold myself up. She hugged me from behind, the dildo still buried inside, and gently kissed my back.
"Still want more?" she asked.
I nodded.
She carried me to the floor-length mirror, had me place my hands on the mirror surface, and entered me from behind again. The mirror clearly reflected the sight of us joined together—I was being thrust forward repeatedly, my breasts swaying with the motion, her hand covering the back of mine, our fingers interlocked. This image stimulated me to the edge almost instantly. Feeling my contractions, she sped up and whispered in my ear:
“Look in the mirror… look at what you look like being fucked by the teacher.”
I was forced to open my eyes. In the mirror, my eyes were dazed, lips slightly parted, completely a沉迷 expression. When the third orgasm came, I could barely stand, relying entirely on her holding me from behind. She also climaxed at that moment, pressing her body against me, emitting low, heavy pants.
Afterward she helped me clean up, using a warm towel to wipe me carefully. We lay on the bed, and she pulled me into her arms, her fingers combing through my hair now and then.
“You need to be more careful at school.” she said. “Today someone in the academic affairs office already asked me why I’m paying special attention to the new teacher.”
I nodded: "I'll be careful."
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: 'If... I asked you to do it once in the office too, would you be willing?'
I looked up at her. Her expression was serious, with no hint of joking.
"I’m willing." I replied, "as long as it’s what big sister wants."
She lowered her head and kissed me, saying nothing more.
Over the next two months, our relationship became increasingly stable and also more secretive.
During the day at school, she is the strict principal, and I am the earnest new teacher. We hardly speak alone; when we meet in the hallway, we only nod. Only when she calls me to the principal's office to 'discuss teaching' does the door get locked.
The first time in the office was on a Thursday afternoon. The students had already left school, and most teachers were gone too. After letting me in, she directly closed the blinds and locked the door. Before I could react, she had already pressed me onto the desk and lifted her skirt.
“Hurry... someone might come.” Her voice was filled with suppressed excitement.
I willingly spread my legs. She didn't use a dildo, only her fingers. Two fingers moved in and out rapidly, her thumb pressing on my clitoris. I bit the back of my own hand to keep any sound from escaping. The orgasm came quickly, my fluids wetting her fingers and the edge of the desk. She brought her fingers to my mouth, and I took them in, cleaning them thoroughly.
She straightened her clothes and resumed her usual expression: 'Revise next week's lesson plan again, then you can leave.'
I nodded, my legs still a bit weak. When I walked out of the office, the hallway was empty, but my heart was beating wildly.
Returning to the villa at night, she would release all the desires suppressed during the day. Sometimes she would tie me up in different positions with ropes, sometimes make me wear a blindfold, relying only on touch to feel her caresses. Once, she even lightly struck my buttocks with a school pointer, not hard, but it made me unusually excited.
“Do you like this kind?” she asked.
I nodded honestly.
She smiled, placed the pointer aside, leaned down and kissed me: "Then remember, only here can you completely let go."
On the day she had been with the company for three months, she gave me an unexpected gift.
In the evening, I went to the villa as usual. She asked me to freshen up in the bathroom first. When I came out, I found that a full-length mirror and a specially designed chair had been added to the bedroom. The chair had straps for restraint, and its angle could be adjusted.
“I want to try something new today.” she said, pressing me down into the chair and using straps to secure my wrists and ankles, spreading my legs as wide as possible. The mirror happened to reflect my fully exposed lower body.
She knelt down, first carefully licking with her tongue until I squirmed uncontrollably, unable to close my legs. Then she put on a strap-on, stood before me, and slowly pushed in. This position let me clearly see how I was being entered and gave her complete control over the rhythm.
While thrusting, she kept looking at the mirror, occasionally glancing down at my expression. I was restrained, forced to passively endure, yet the pleasure was amplified because of it. When I climaxed, I cried out. She didn't stop but continued moving until I came twice in succession before pulling out.
Afterward she unfastened the restraint straps and carried me to the bed. I was so limp it felt like I had no bones, and could only lean in her arms.
“If you want this kind of thing from now on, tell me in advance.” she kissed my hair, “I’ll prepare.”
I nodded, my voice still carrying a hoarseness after crying: "Want... want it often."
She smiled, holding me tighter.
School days followed their routine, but the nights in the villa became increasingly colorful and varied. We tried more toys, more positions, and also more honesty. She would tell me about the desires she suppressed when she was younger, and I would tell her about my experiences with girlfriends during university. Beyond physical compatibility, we began to develop genuine trust.
Once after we were done, she suddenly asked me, 'If one day I'm no longer the principal, will you still come?'
I looked at her seriously: "Yes. Because I wanted to come for you, not for the title of principal."
She was silent for a long time, and in the end just buried her face in the crook of my neck and softly 'mm-hmm'ed.
The shadows of trees outside the window swayed. Only the sound of our breathing remained in the room.
The rhythm, depth, start, and end are still entirely up to us to decide.
And this time, we all knew that the story was far from over.
In the blink of an eye, another month passed.
As the school entered the midterm period, work clearly became busier. I prepared lessons, graded assignments, and dealt with student issues every day, often not leaving until 9 PM. Sun Yan was even busier, with various meetings, parent communication, and inspections from the education bureau, leaving her unable to spend more than ten minutes alone with me for two consecutive weeks.
Text messages still came every day.
“Are you tired today?”
“Remember to send me the teaching plan after you finish it.”
“Don’t stay up too late tonight.”
The wording is very ordinary, but it let me know she had been paying attention to me all along.
Finally, one Friday afternoon, she called me to the principal's office. After the door closed, she didn't immediately press me onto the desk as before. Instead, she first had me sit down, sat behind the desk herself, looking somewhat tired.
"I have three days off next weekend," she said bluntly. "I want to leave this city for two days. Would you come with me?"
I was taken aback for a moment. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to suggest leaving this city, leaving school, and leaving all places where she might be recognized.
"I’m willing." I said with barely any hesitation.
She nodded, opened a drawer, took out two plane tickets and a hotel confirmation slip, and pushed them towards me. 'Flight on Saturday morning, returning Sunday night. I've already booked the hotel, by the sea, good soundproofing.'
I picked up the plane ticket and glanced at it; the destination was a niche coastal city in the south. She observed my expression and said in a lower voice: "If you think it's too sudden, you can say no."
I shook my head, putting the plane ticket into my bag: 'I really want to go.'
She finally smiled a little, the exhaustion in her eyes fading somewhat.
Early on Saturday morning, we set out from different places and met at the airport. She wore a mask and a hat, a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with none of the principal’s usual aura. I wore a light blue dress, my hair tied casually. Walking together, we looked like ordinary friends going out for a trip.
On the plane, she sat by the window, I sat on the aisle side. After takeoff, she gently reached her fingers over and tapped the back of my hand. I turned my hand and held hers. For almost the entire flight, we barely spoke, just our fingers intertwined, feeling each other's warmth.
After landing, we went directly by car to the hotel. The room was on the top floor; pushing open the balcony door revealed the sea. She set down her suitcase and walked to the balcony railing, the sea wind tousling her hair. I embraced her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder.
“Finally no need to pretend anymore.” she said softly.
I turned my head and kissed the side of her neck: 'These two days, I'll listen to you.'
She turned around, looking at me seriously: 'No. These two days, we decide together.'
We hardly went out the entire first afternoon.
The curtains were drawn, leaving only a crack; the room was softly lit. She went to shower first, coming out wrapped only in a towel. Before I could speak, she had already pushed me onto the bed, the towel slipping off. Her mature body pressed down, skin still damp.
She kissed very slowly, from my lips to my chin, then to my collarbone and breasts. Each touch carried a long-suppressed tenderness. I took the initiative to spread my legs, and when her fingers reached inside, she found that I was already soaked through.
"For a long time?" she asked.
I nodded, my voice hoarse: "Thinking about it every day."
She didn't use the toy right away, only her fingers and tongue. First slow thrusts, finding that spot and pressing carefully, while her tongue circled my clit. I gripped the sheets, my hips continuously rising to meet her. The orgasm came long and slow, washing over me like a tide. She didn't stop, continuing to catch the flowing fluid with her tongue until I gently pushed her shoulder.
“Your turn.” She raised her head, her lips still glistening.
I had her lie down properly while I knelt between her legs. Her body was more sensitive than mine; a light lick would make her tremble. I mimicked her usual rhythm, first using my tongue tip to trace the outline, then going deeper, while also entering with my fingers. Her hands tangled in my hair, but she didn't exert force, only gently tightening with the pleasure.
When she climaxed, her legs clamped around my head, emitting suppressed yet clear moans. I didn't leave immediately but continued gently licking, prolonging her afterglow.
Then we lay on our sides facing each other. She lifted one of my legs onto her waist, and our two bodies pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other slowly. There was no penetration, only skin against skin, and our clits occasionally touched, bringing tiny currents of electricity. We kissed, our breathing intertwined, until both of us reached climax again.
At dusk, she finally spoke: “Let’s go for a walk. I want to see what you look like by the sea.”
The wind by the sea was strong. We walked slowly along the breakwater, our shoulders occasionally brushing. She bought two ice creams, handing me the chocolate-flavored one while she ate the plain. The sunset dyed the sea orange-red, and her profile looked soft in the light.
“This has never happened before.” She suddenly said, “Leaving all the familiar places with one person, doing nothing, just walking around.”
I held her hand: "We can do this often from now on."
She turned her head to look at me, her gaze complicated: “Aren’t you afraid? If we’re found out, your job, my position...”
“Afraid.” I answered honestly, “But I’m even more afraid of regretting later that I didn’t cherish it properly.”
She was silent for a long time, and in the end just held my hand tighter.
In the evening, we had a simple dinner at the hotel restaurant and then returned to the room. This time, she took the initiative to suggest using a toy. The dildo she brought was attached to her body, and I knelt on the bed with my hands and knees. She entered from behind. The movements were slower than at the villa, each thrust going deepest, pausing for a moment before pulling out. Her hand reached around to the front, rhythmically stimulating my clitoris, allowing me to accumulate pleasure continuously while being filled.
“Look outside.” she said softly.
The balcony door wasn't completely closed; sea breeze and the distant sound of waves drifted in. I was forced to look at the night outside the window, but my body was completely under her control. When I climaxed, I cried out. She held me tight from behind, the strap-on still buried inside, gently biting my shoulder.
Afterward she helped me clean up, and we got into the bathtub together. The hot water made our bodies relax completely. She leaned against the edge of the tub, and I sat between her legs with my back against her chest. Her hand moved gently under the water over my lower abdomen and inner thighs, but did not go any further.
“After going back tomorrow, we still have to be careful,” she said.
I nodded: "I know."
"But I'll find a way to create more opportunities to meet."
I turned my head and kissed her chin: 'Okay.'
The next morning, we went to a nearby ancient town. She wore sunglasses, I held her arm, walking on the bluestone paths like an ordinary couple. Bought some small things, sat in an old teahouse for a long time. The sunlight was good, her fingers intertwined with mine under the table.
In the afternoon, we returned to the hotel and did it one last time.
This time she let me ride on top. I controlled the rhythm myself, moving up and down, while her hands supported my hips, occasionally thrusting upward. Sweat trickled down from my collarbone, dripping onto her chest. She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire and something even softer.
At climax, I lay on top of her, and she thrust upwards forcefully a dozen times from below, reaching her own peak. We held each other tightly, neither letting go first.
When packing in the evening, she put a new set of lingerie into my suitcase. Dark blue lace, very delicate.
“Wear it for me when you get back.” she said.
I nodded and carefully put away that set of underwear.
As the plane took off, the city lights gradually shrank below. She leaned on my shoulder, eyes closed, breathing evenly. I looked down at her and suddenly felt that no matter how many risks we might face in the future, this moment was worth it.
Only this time, we were both clearer about what it was we wanted.
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