My name is Ling Xiaowei, I'm 26 years old, a newly graduated female teacher. My parents divorced when I was young, and I grew up with my grandmother, so my personality is quite introverted. During university, I gradually confirmed that I prefer women and have had several girlfriends, accumulating quite a bit of experience.
After graduation, employment pressure was immense; competition for public schools was fierce. I sent out several resumes that sank without a trace. Later, I heard a private girls' high school was hiring, with significantly better pay than public schools, so I submitted my resume with a try-my-luck attitude.
Two days later, I received the interview notice. I deliberately made preparations, wearing a loose white top and a knee-length short skirt, with no bra underneath—this was my deliberate test. The interview site was all 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 had a deep, pleasant voice. When it was my turn, I walked in and bowed quite deeply, intentionally letting my collar open so she could see inside.
Her gaze clearly paused for a few seconds, then returned to normal as she asked me to sit down. We discussed teaching philosophy and family situation. I frankly 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 faltered for a moment, but she didn't immediately expose it. After the interview ended, she told me to go back and wait for notice.
Three days later, the call came. Sun Yan called personally and said I had been accepted, but I would first need to undergo an internship class evaluation, and invited me to her home tonight to discuss the details.
I changed into a simple white dress, still without wearing a bra inside, and took a taxi to the villa area where she lived. Sun Yan opened the door wearing yoga clothes, her eyes lighting up when she saw me, and she welcomed me in with a smile.
The living room was elegantly decorated. She peeled an apple for me, fed it to my mouth, and her fingers naturally slipped into my mouth. The atmosphere instantly became 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 make a deeper impression on you.'
Sun Yan smiled, reached out and gently lifted my skirt. 'What about today? Is it just as hot?'
I nodded, stood up on my own and lifted my skirt. Her gaze fell on my smooth lower body, her breathing noticeably quickened. She reached out a finger to lightly touch it, then lowered her head and gave it a lick with the tip of her tongue.
"Give yourself to me, and your salary will double. I'll handle everything at school for you." She looked up and 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 little shorter than me, but had a strong presence. She told me to lie on the yoga mat, took off her own clothes, leaving only her underwear, then went upstairs and changed into a full set of professional attire: a black suit, white shirt, trousers, flesh-colored stockings, and high heels.
She sat back down, leaned over, and kissed me. Her kissing technique was skilled, her tongue tangling nimbly. Her hand kneaded my breast through my clothes until the nipple hardened. She lifted my legs onto her shoulders, unzipped her pants, and a black realistic dildo 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, slowly pushed it in. I let out a satisfied sigh. She began thrusting, her movements powerful and rhythmic, while lowering her head to suck my nipples through the soaked clothes.
“Call me teacher.” she said in a low voice.
“Teacher... slower... Xiaowei can’t take it...” I cooperated, letting out a coquettish gasp.
She quickened her pace, the dildo fully entering and withdrawing, making a sticky, wet sound. I clamped my legs around her waist, gripping the lapels of her suit with both hands. The climax came quickly; my body tensed, and female ejaculate sprayed out. Sun Yan also reached climax at the same time, panting as she lay on top of me.
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 power dynamics.
"From now on, keep your distance at school. Privately... you can come anytime." she said.
I nodded, leaning on her shoulder.
We didn't do it a second time that night, 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 private lover. Two or three nights each week I would go to the villa, and she would change into different professional outfits, using a dildo, ropes, or just her fingers and tongue to bring me to climax again and again. Sometimes she would leave hickeys on my body, sometimes she would have 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 happiness for each other.
After work stabilized, I moved my grandmother to a better house. Sun Yan occasionally came over for meals; outwardly, we were just superior and subordinate. Only we ourselves knew what intimate things happened in that villa late at night when all was quiet.
The story is still continuing, but this time, the rhythm, depth, beginning, and end are all decided by ourselves.
The internship class went smoothly. Sun Yan, as the principal, observed three classes. After class, she just nodded faintly and said, 'Good performance, officially hired.' Outwardly, she maintained an appropriate distance from me, even stricter than with other new teachers. Only I know that those seemingly calm eyes 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 foyer, wearing a dark gray silk robe, her hair casually tied up, looking much softer than during the day.
“Come in.” She turned sideways to let me in, then locked the door behind her.
Only a floor lamp was on in the living room. Without any extra small talk, she directly pulled me to sit on the sofa, straddled my lap herself, and leaned down to kiss me. This kiss was deeper than the first, with a clear sense of possession. Her hand slipped under my shirt hem, her palm sliding up my waist until it cupped my breast.
“I saw you at school this week, and I really wanted to do this.” she whispered in my ear, her fingers pinching my already hard nipple and gently twisting it.
I let out soft moans, my hands actively untying the belt of her nightgown. Inside, she was completely naked. Her mature body pressed close to me, her nipples rubbing against my chest, the warmth transferring over. She unbuttoned my shirt one by one, lowered her head to take one nipple into her mouth, gently biting it 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 raised her head, her gaze dark. “Miss me?”
I nodded, my voice soft: "Miss... teacher."
She smiled, pulled her fingers out, and brought them to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took them in, my tongue curling around her knuckles. She watched me do this, her breathing noticeably becoming ragged.
“Go upstairs.”
She took my hand and led me to the master bedroom on the second floor. The room was large, with a dark-colored bed and tightly drawn curtains. She pressed me down to sit on the edge of the bed, stood in front of me, and completely removed her robe. Her thirty-three-year-old body was well-maintained, her waist still slender, her hips boasting 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 circled the coronal ridge, then I took the whole length in. She pressed the back of my head but didn't force it, just gently stroked my hair. After I had licked the dildo until it gleamed, she had me lie down and tied my hands to the headboard with silk ribbons.
“Can I?” she asked.
“Okay.”
She spread my legs apart, knelt between them, and rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down at the entrance. After coating it with my fluids, she slowly pushed it in. This time, she didn't rush to move; instead, she stopped after inserting it fully, 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 clearly felt.
“Teacher... move a little...” I couldn’t help blurting out.
She started thrusting. At first very slowly, each time pulling back until only the tip remained, then plunging the whole length back in. The sound of water gradually became clearer. Her hands braced on either side of my body, her eyes constantly watching my expression. I was thrust upward again and again, but my hands were tied and couldn't hold her, so I could only clamp my legs around her waist.
“Scream it out.” she ordered in a low voice.
I stopped holding back, my moans growing increasingly wanton with her movements. She sped up, the dildo thrusting in and out fully, making clear slapping sounds. The climax came urgently and fiercely; my body tensed, my toes curled, and a hot gush erupted. She didn't stop, continuing to pump, prolonging my afterglow until I softly begged 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. She grabbed my waist with one hand, and with the other reached around to the front to rub my clitoris. I buried my face in the pillow, my voice becoming muffled. The second climax was stronger than the first, my legs were so weak I could barely hold myself up. She hugged me from behind, the dildo still buried inside, and gently kissed my back.
“Still need it?” 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 our coupling—I was thrust forward repeatedly, my breasts swaying with the motion, her hand covering the back of mine, fingers interlaced. This sight stimulated me to the edge almost immediately. Sensing my contractions, she sped up and whispered in my ear:
“Look in the mirror... look at yourself being fucked by the teacher.”
I was forced to open my eyes. My reflection in the mirror had a dazed look, lips slightly parted, completely immersed in the expression. When the third climax came, I almost couldn't stand, relying entirely on her support from behind. She also reached her peak at this moment, her body tightly pressed against mine, emitting low, labored breaths.
Afterward she helped me clean up, carefully wiping me with a warm towel. We lay on the bed, and she drew 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 let you do it once in the office, 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 sis 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 was the strict principal, I was the earnest new teacher. We hardly spoke alone, only nodding when we met in the hallway. Only when she called me to the principal's office to 'discuss teaching' would the door be 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 she let 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 up... someone might come.” Her voice carried a suppressed excitement.
I actively spread my legs. She didn't use a dildo, only fingers. Two fingers moved in and out quickly, her thumb pressing on my clitoris. I bit the back of my own hand to keep the sounds from escaping. The climax came quickly, love juices 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, 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 pounding fiercely.
When she returned to the villa in the evening, she would release all the desires she had suppressed during the day. Sometimes she would tie me up in different positions with rope, sometimes she would make me wear a blindfold, relying only on touch to feel her caresses. Once, she even lightly struck my buttocks with a school pointer; the force wasn't heavy, but it made me exceptionally excited.
“Like this?” she asked.
I nodded honestly.
She smiled, put the pointer aside, leaned down and kissed me: 'Then remember, only here can you completely let go.'
On the day she had been employed for three full 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 a full-length mirror and a specially designed chair had been added to the bedroom. The chair had straps and an adjustable angle.
“Today I want to try something new.” As she spoke, she pressed me down into the chair, used straps to secure my wrists and ankles, and spread my legs as wide as possible. The mirror just happened to reflect my fully exposed lower body.
She knelt down, first carefully licking with her tongue until I was squirming uncontrollably, unable to close my legs. Then she put on a strap-on, stood in front of me, and slowly pushed in. This position let me clearly see how I was being entered and allowed her to completely control the pace.
As she thrust, she kept watching 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, but she didn't stop, continuing until I came twice in succession before pulling out.
Afterward she unfastened the restraint strap and carried me to the bed. My whole body had gone limp as if boneless, and I could only lean in her arms.
"If you want something like this later, tell me in advance." She kissed my hair, "I'll prepare."
I nodded, my voice still carrying the hoarseness after crying: "Want it... want it often."
She smiled and held me tighter.
School days followed a routine, but the nights in the villa became increasingly colorful and varied. We tried more toys, more positions, and more honesty. She would tell me about the desires she suppressed when she was young, and I would tell her about my experiences with girlfriends during university. Beyond physical compatibility, we began to develop genuine trust.
Once after the fact, 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 want you to come, not the principal's identity.'
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 tree shadows outside the window swayed. In the room, only the sound of our breathing remained.
Rhythm, depth, beginning and end—all are still decided by ourselves.
And this time, we all know that the story is far from over.
Another month passed in the blink of an eye.
The school entered the mid-term period, and work clearly became busier. I prepared lessons, graded assignments, and handled student issues every day, often not leaving until 9 PM. Sun Yan was even busier, with various meetings, parent communications, 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.
“Tired today?”
"Remember to send me the lesson plan after you finish writing it."
“Don’t stay up too late tonight.”
The wording was very ordinary, yet 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 closing the door, she didn't immediately press me onto the desk as before. Instead, she first had me sit down, sat behind her desk herself, looking somewhat tired.
“There’s a three-day holiday next weekend.” She got straight to the point, “I want to leave this city for two days. Would you be willing to come with me?”
I was taken aback. This was the first time she had proactively suggested leaving this city, leaving school, leaving all places where she might be recognized.
“I’m willing.” I hardly hesitated.
She nodded, opened a drawer, took out two plane tickets and a hotel confirmation slip, and pushed them toward me. 'Flight on Saturday morning, returning Sunday night. I've already booked the hotel, by the sea, with good soundproofing.'
I picked up the plane ticket and glanced at it; the destination was a small, niche seaside city in the south. She observed my expression and lowered her voice: "If it feels 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, the exhaustion in her eyes fading a bit.
On Saturday morning, we set off from different locations and met up at the airport. She wore a mask and hat, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, completely without her usual principal's airs. I wore a light blue dress, my hair casually tied up. Walking together, we looked like ordinary friends on 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 on 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 took a car directly to the hotel. The room was on the top floor; pushing open the balcony door revealed the sea. She put down her suitcase and walked to the balcony railing; the sea breeze tousled her hair. I hugged her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder.
“At last, there's 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'll decide together.'
We hardly went out the entire first afternoon.
The curtains were drawn, leaving only a slit; 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 with moisture.
She kissed slowly, from lips to chin, then to collarbone and breasts. Each touch carried a long-suppressed tenderness. I actively spread my legs, and when her fingers probed inside, she found I was already soaked.
"Thinking about it for a long time?" she asked.
I nodded, my voice hoarse: "Think about it every day."
She didn't use any toys right away, only her fingers and tongue. First, she moved in and out slowly, finding that spot and pressing carefully, while her tongue circled around my clitoris. I grabbed the sheets, my hips continuously rising to meet her. The orgasm came long and slow, like a tide washing over me. She didn't stop, continuing to catch the flowing love juices with her tongue until I gently pushed her shoulder.
“Your turn.” She raised her head, her lips still sparkling wetly.
I had her lie down, and I knelt between her legs. Her body was more sensitive than mine; even light licking would make her tremble. I mimicked her usual rhythm, first tracing the outline with my tongue, 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, and she let out 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 bodies pressed tightly together as we slowly rubbed against each other. There was no penetration, only skin rubbing against skin; our clits occasionally touched, bringing fine, tingling shocks. We kissed, our breaths intertwined, until both of us reached climax again.
By evening, she finally spoke: “Let’s go out for a walk. I want to see what you look like by the seaside.”
The wind by the sea was strong. We walked slowly along the breakwater, our shoulders occasionally touching. She bought two ice creams, handing me the chocolate-flavored one while she ate the original flavor. The sunset dyed the sea orange-red, and her profile looked very soft in the light.
"It had never been like this 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 in the future."
She turned her head to look at me, her expression complex: "Aren't you afraid? If discovered, your job, my position..."
“Afraid,” I answered honestly, “but I’m 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 toys. The dildo she brought was fixed to her body. I knelt on the bed, and 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; the sea breeze and distant sound of waves drifted in. I was forced to look at the night scene outside the window, but my body was completely under her control. When orgasm came, I cried out. She hugged me tightly from behind, the fake penis still buried inside, gently biting my shoulder.
Afterward she helped me clean up, and we soaked together in the bathtub. The hot water completely relaxed our bodies. She leaned against the edge of the tub, I sat between her legs, my back against her chest. Her hand gently stroked my lower abdomen and the inner side of my thighs under the water, but she did not go any further.
"After we go back tomorrow, we still need to be careful." she said.
I nodded: "I know."
“But I’ll think of 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 road like an ordinary couple. Bought some small things, sat in an old teahouse for a long time. The sun 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 pace 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 softer.
At the moment of climax, I lay on top of her, and she thrust upward forcefully a dozen times from below, reaching her own peak. We held each other tightly, neither letting go first.
When packing up 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 lingerie.
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.
It’s just that this time, we all understood more clearly what we wanted.
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