Huang Guoxin's Last-Minute Retreat
Ma Jun deleted all the photos of Feng Kun fooling around with those women, then emptied the recycle bin too. Even if Feng Kun came back now, there'd be no way to recover those files. But he left Li Wen's photos untouched.
"Why didn't you delete Li Wen's pics?"
Huang Guoxin asked, looking puzzled.
"Throwing away pics that hot would be a damn shame."
Ma Jun grinned, uploaded all of Li Wen's lewd shots to his email, then cleared the originals from the computer. Still not entirely satisfied, he shut off the power, yanked out the hard drive, walked to the window, and spotted an old cracked water jar downstairs. He chucked the drive right in, sending up a splash.
"Yeah, stuff that good's worth keeping."
Huang Guoxin caught on, nodding eagerly. "These shots are way clearer than the crap those guys in Li Wen's class took. We can sell 'em back to 'em later, heh heh. They've been ripping me off forever—time they coughed up double."
Ma Jun rolled his eyes. Huang Guoxin was hopeless. He didn't get it: Li Wen was the type who could trade her body for those photos today, but flip on them tomorrow. Ma Jun wasn't planning blackmail, just a safety net so he wouldn't be totally at her mercy. No way was he spilling that to Huang Guoxin, though—the guy would freak.
"We good to go find that slut Li Wen now?"
Huang Guoxin had been eyeing all those sexy pics and was itching to go. "She really gonna let us fuck her once? Or is she just screwing with us?"
"It's legit. But shit, I think I forgot to ask where to meet her."
Ma Jun realized the screw-up, his face twisting awkwardly. Gu County didn't have tons of hotels, but there were still three or four. Which one would Li Wen pick? He and Huang Guoxin couldn't just hit them all up. If they waited till tomorrow, would she welch on the deal?
"You seriously forgot?"
Huang Guoxin stared at him, crestfallen. They'd risked their asses breaking into Feng Kun's place. If Li Wen bailed, tonight was a bust—and their shot at banging her gone for good.
Right then, Huang Guoxin's phone buzzed. Both jumped. He checked it—Li Wen calling.
Huang Guoxin's face fell. "Ma Jun, what do we do? She figure us out?"
"Chill."
Ma Jun snatched the phone and picked up with a cheeky grin. "Heh heh, Teacher Li, what's up?"
"I knew it was you, Ma Jun."
Li Wen huffed. "Should've guessed you'd pull this stunt. Nobody else has your balls. You think this shit's funny?"
"Just messing around with you, Teacher Li. No need to get all serious."
Ma Jun laughed it off. The whole plan had been a spur-of-the-moment thing anyway. Without her reaching out, he wouldn't have known how to proceed. Plus, Liu Yan had already warned him off. Might as well own up and call the bluff a failure.
"Cut the crap. How'd it go with what I asked?"
Li Wen skipped right past the prank; all she cared about was ditching Feng Kun's harassment. "Hurry it up—he could be back any minute."
"No sweat, Teacher Li. We wiped every pic off the computer. Even chucked the hard drive."
Ma Jun chuckled. "Useless to him now."
"For real? That's awesome!"
Li Wen's voice lit up with relief. She'd just spent ages groveling to Feng Kun's face. No more blackmail hanging over her—no threat to her marriage. She could finally cut that bastard loose without a care.
"Teacher Li, we held up our end. So about that deal we made...?"
Ma Jun pressed when she didn't bring up meeting them. Huang Guoxin was fidgeting anxiously beside him.
"Knew you'd ask, you little perv. Don't worry—I keep my word. Got a room at Jin Dun Hotel, number 26. Come on over. I'm gonna shower first."
Li Wen giggled over the line, her voice dripping with sultry allure. It had Ma Jun's heart racing. This slut's pure seduction.
Fearing Feng Kun might return, they bolted from the Education Bureau courtyard and hit Jin Dun Hotel fast. Up on the second floor, room 26. Huang Guoxin froze at the door, too chicken to knock. Ma Jun rapped lightly. Li Wen's voice floated out: "Come in—the door's unlocked."
Ma Jun pushed it open. They stepped inside to find Li Wen lounging on the sofa in a skimpy black negligee, her curvaceous white body teasing through the fabric. Legs crossed high, plump and round. Spotting Huang Guoxin trailing timidly behind Ma Jun, she flashed a seductive smile. "Guoxin, didn't expect you to have dirty thoughts about your teacher. Thought you were such a good boy."
"Teacher Li, it was all Ma Jun's idea. He made me do it."
Huang Guoxin stammered, desperately shifting blame. But his eyes were glued to her heaving tits, dying to dive in.
Ma Jun seethed. What a spineless punk—selling him out already. On the way over, the guy had been bragging nonstop about fucking Li Wen senseless. Now he was crumbling.
"Whatever, two it is. Never tried three at once anyway."
Li Wen stood, yanked off her robe, baring her creamy, voluptuous body. Her massive tits jiggled wildly, and that plump, pale pussy between her thighs was pure temptation. "You boys wanna fuck me? Who's first—or both at once?"
Huang Guoxin's eyes bugged out at her stunning nude form. He'd only seen blurry candids before; this was live and raw. His body started shaking, fire in his veins.
Ma Jun nudged his shoulder—your move. Huang Guoxin swallowed hard, shuffled forward, hand trembling toward her tits. But he hesitated. Li Wen laughed huskily, thrust her chest out, planting those soft mounds right in his palms. The feel of her silky flesh hit him like lightning. He froze, face flushing crimson, then bolted for the door in total surrender.
"Teacher, I'm still here." Ma Jun stripped, whipping out his massive cock.
Li Wen eyed the thick, long shaft approvingly. "Now that's more like it."
She engulfed it, sucking greedily, tongue swirling over the head. Ma Jun cradled her head, lost in the mind-blowing service. Among the women he'd bedded, Li Wen was the ultimate tease—a simple blowjob sent waves of pleasure he'd never known.
Of course, picturing her honing those skills screwing Feng Kun filled him with rage. That scumbag had a slutty goddess like her and still eyed Liu Yan. Ma Jun had smashed his eggs; neither woman would touch him again.
"Like teacher's mouth, you little punk?"
Li Wen pulled off, strings of saliva glistening on her lips, eyes teasing. "Your prissy cousin ever suck you off? Me or her—who's better? Bet she wouldn't want us hanging out. If she finds out you're here tonight, you're in deep shit."
"You blow circles around her, Teacher Li. Way sluttier too."
Ma Jun waved his dick with a smirk, inwardly sneering at her attempt to stir trouble with Liu Yan. He grabbed her heavy tits, kneading them. "Things with my cousin were innocent before. Not like you're thinking."
"Yeah, right."
Li Wen rolled her eyes, flipped around, bent over the bed, and wiggled her plump butterfly butt at him. "Like teacher's ass, Ma Jun?"
"Fuck yeah... so hot I wanna bite it."
Her snowy cheeks loomed like a juicy peach, ripe and dripping allure—a mature woman's scent. Fat pussy lips parted slightly, revealing pink tenderness begging for cock.
"Then lick it good, baby. Teacher's itching down there."
Li Wen grinned like a horny vixen, luring the tall, handsome stud.
No rookie anymore, Ma Jun knelt behind her, hands gliding over her smooth thighs, face burying into that big ass. Her pussy musk hit him hard.
Damn, potent. He chomped her firm cheek, leaving deep teeth marks. Li Wen yelped, wriggling. "Ma Jun! What the hell? You actually bit me? My husband's gonna notice."
"Sorry, Teacher Li—lost control."
He dove lower, eyeing those thick labia glistening with juice. She'd gotten wet from his teasing. Tongue out, he lapped the enticing slit.
Her hole clenched under his tongue, oozing sticky nectar and a heady aroma that fired him up. He sucked her tender folds, cock throbbing like steel, dying to plunge in.
But Ma Jun wasn't the eager kid from the garden anymore. He'd fucked her before. Tonight, he wanted her service and total submission—body and soul under his thumb.
He'd read his share of online erotica: sly bitches always thwarting the hero, until one epic fuck turned them into loyal slaves, betraying all for him.
Sure, most was exaggerated bullshit—like guys lasting days or turning any prude with one thrust. Real life didn't drop pussy from the sky; rapists got busted for a reason. His conquests had been mutual: Zhang Li half-hearted, Cao Meng throwing herself at him, Li Wen going with the flow. But Liu Yan? Stone wall. Pure luck got him that far.
Still, one truth held: women craved bad boys who lit them up, not stiffs. Closeness didn't mean love, but love meant welcoming touch.
Feng Kun kept Li Wen hooked not with photos, but killer sex. Outdo him in bed, and Ma Jun could claim her.
He'd planned letting Huang Guoxin go first, then jumping in. But the wimp creamed himself from a tit grope. Plan B: blow her mind solo. No rush to fuck—he ate her out ravenously, sucking lips, flicking her clit, hands mauling that perky ass.
Li Wen crested fast under his assault, juices flooding down her thighs, hips bucking, moans filling the room. She clutched the sheets, face flushed and dreamy, tits bouncing with milky waves.
Ma Jun's mouth was coated in her thick cream, a salty-tangy tang as he swallowed some. He thrust his tongue deep, swirling walls that gripped him. Too short for satisfaction, he switched to a finger, digging in hard.
Li Wen shuddered, cries peaking. Dozens of strokes later, she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed wildly, body quaking, a hot gush erupting for a solid half-minute. This slut had climaxed from one finger.