The Sexy Teacher Masturbating
Liu Yan had no idea that Zheng Song was jerking off to her body on the other side of the computer screen, but she was burning with shame and annoyance inside. She usually dressed pretty sexy at school, but she always paid close attention to her image in front of the students—especially the boys—keeping her distance to maintain her dignity as a teacher. Zheng Song was her class's Chinese class rep, but she didn't interact much with him privately. She never imagined she'd accidentally let him catch a glimpse of her body just now. Who knew if he'd think she did it on purpose? The guy already had some ideas about her; this would only make it harder to shake him off.
Liu Yan sighed helplessly. Her husband's profile pic was still dim—he clearly wasn't online. Resentment bubbled up toward Xu Zhipeng again. She'd been about to go to sleep when he insisted on video chatting, but after she'd fired up her computer and waited forever, he never showed. It had led to her embarrassing slip-up in front of a student. Irritated and flustered, she fired off two messages urging him to get online quick.
But there was still no response. Liu Yan had no choice but to call him. The phone connected, and Xu Zhipeng sounded apologetic. "Sorry, honey, the boss dragged me into something urgent. We'll video another time, okay?"
"Fine. Just be careful out there."
Liu Yan felt resigned too. She had no clue what his boss could want so late, but all she could do was remind him to watch himself.
She was about to hang up when Xu Zhipeng chuckled. "Hey, babe, could you snap a few sexy pics and send 'em to my QQ? Something I can look at whenever I miss you—no need to bother you every time."
"Got it."
Liu Yan ended the call. She hadn't planned on sending any photos, but thinking of her husband grinding away down south all alone softened her heart. She aimed the webcam and took a few shots of herself in her nightgown, sending them to his QQ. After a moment's hesitation, she tugged the neckline down a bit more, exposing most of her two full, massive snowy tits, and snapped an insanely tempting semi-nude pic. Blushing furiously, she sent it off—but in her haste, she accidentally fired it over to Zheng Song instead. She didn't notice, shutting down QQ right away.
Zheng Song was pounding away at the screen to some sexy porn star, but no matter how hot she was, she felt too distant to really get him going. Liu Yan sparked his interest way more—just that fleeting glimpse earlier had his imagination running wild. Too bad it was so quick; he hadn't gotten a good look, just a vague flash of white jiggling. Thinking of her enormous, peerless tits, he sped up his strokes on his cock.
Suddenly, the speakers chimed with a ding-ding. Zheng Song frowned—who the hell was messaging him now, right at the critical moment? But when he opened it, his blood boiled. A photo popped up: Liu Yan gazing at him with a seductive, alluring expression, her nightgown yanked down so those two massive, round tits were practically bursting free. He could even make out the two vivid pink nipples crowning the snowy orbs. The fabric mashed the huge meaty globes together, carving out a deep, irresistible cleavage that made him want to dive in and grab those giant, fat tits, kneading and sucking them hard.
Holy shit. Zheng Song's mind went blank in an instant, all his blood surging to his crotch. He was already teetering on the edge, and this scorching pic from Liu Yan pushed him over. His pale cock twitched violently in his hand, blasting rope after rope of cum straight onto the screen—right over her tits, where it oozed slowly downward like he'd really shot it all over her. And Liu Yan just kept smiling radiantly, like she was loving every drop of his load.
Zheng Song stared at Liu Yan's voluptuous, seductive nude form covered in his jizz, excitement and confusion flashing in his eyes. He stood up, only to feel dizzy—probably from shooting too much. He stumbled to the bed and flopped down on his back, panting hard. His mind replayed those huge, round tits on her chest. Why the hell would Liu Yan suddenly send him something this hot? Was she hinting at him?
He dragged himself back to the screen, grabbing some tissues to wipe the cum off. Gazing at her sexy semi-nude shot nearly got him hard again. He saved it to his computer—this was his biggest score tonight. But after the pic, Liu Yan went silent, her avatar going dark. She'd logged off. He tentatively messaged: Teacher Liu, you there? No reply. Zheng Song's heart raced with anxiety. What did she mean by this? He lost all interest in the porn—those stars were too far removed compared to Liu Yan.
He shut down the computer, his mouth parched. He headed to the kitchen, cracked open the fridge, and chugged an ice-cold cola. It did nothing to quench the fire in his chest. He kept thinking: Liu Yan video-chatting him tonight in that skimpy, sexy nightie, then sending him a nude pic. Was she really into him? The video might've been an accident if she'd clicked accept by mistake, but sending the pic? That couldn't be. It was so late—she wouldn't be chatting with anyone else.
The thought that Liu Yan might actually like him had Zheng Song's heart pounding. Ever since becoming Chinese class rep, he'd wanted to get close to her, but she was always lukewarm. Blame his shitty grades—he had the worst scores among all the class reps, and his essays sucked every time. If he were like Tang Feng, always winning the school essay contests, maybe Liu Yan would look at him differently.
Zheng Song knew her husband was away long-term. A woman like Liu Yan, alone every night without a man, had to feel lonely and empty. It made sense she'd crave one eventually. And since he interacted with her more than most, maybe she wanted him to satisfy her urges.
His mind raced. He grabbed another cola and gulped it down. Maybe right now Liu Yan was lying in bed, waiting for him to comfort her aching, lonely body—that pic was the signal. Go or not? If he misread her, it'd be humiliating. But if she meant it and he chickened out, someone else might swoop in, and he'd regret it forever.
Finally, Zheng Song steeled himself. Whatever she meant, he'd head to her place and see. Worst case, she'd slam the door in his face—better than stewing here. He crept back to his room, changed clothes, then grabbed a Chinese study guide from his desk. If she asked, he could say he had a question.
Teacher Liu, wait for me—I'm coming.
Zheng Song shouted it in his head as he slipped out the door and ran toward Liu Yan's house.
In Liu Yan's bedroom, she'd closed QQ and meant to hit the sack, but Ma Jun was still in the bathroom washing up. She figured she'd wait for him to finish so they could sleep together. Bored, she opened a browser and started surfing. She clicked an ad by mistake and was about to close it when a headline caught her eye: My Unavoidable Story with the Beautiful Teacher.
Curiosity won; she clicked. It was a novel about a female teacher and male student falling for each other, but the sex scenes were raw and explicit—especially the teacher's inner thoughts, portrayed so vividly it felt real. Liu Yan's face flushed hot; it mirrored her own experiences with Ma Jun too closely. She wanted to close the tab but couldn't stop scrolling.
In the story, the teacher wavered under the boy's relentless pursuit but eventually gave in to his passion. One night, she let him come over and they hooked up. Reading how the teacher got stripped bare, exposing her snowy mature body, the boy's cock plunging into her pussy and pounding away as she moaned in ecstasy—Liu Yan's whole body heated up. Ma Jun's huge dick grinding against her labia had her on edge already; this steamy plot sent her lust surging. She slipped a hand under her nightgown, fingers gently rubbing her slick folds, a stifled moan escaping her lips.
Ma Jun finished his shower and reached for the bedroom door when he heard a faint sound from inside. He paused, listening—it was Liu Yan. Was she on the phone with her husband? He cracked the door open and peeked: she sat at the computer desk, back to him, seemingly browsing, but moaning softly. Looking closer, her arm was between her thighs, moving steadily. From his angle, he couldn't see her hand, but he pictured it perfectly—Liu Yan fingering her pussy.
Finding her masturbating thrilled Ma Jun—this was rarer than her jerking him off. He stayed silent, quietly pulling out his cock and stroking it right there in the doorway.
Liu Yan didn't notice Ma Jun spying. She was lost in the novel, imagining herself as the teacher: her student embracing her fiery body, kissing her passionately. His hands slid under her nightgown, groping her full, round ass; his agile tongue invaded her mouth, stirring her desire.
"No... Ma Jun."
Liu Yan moaned softly, squirming in her chair. Her fingers dipped into her sopping hole, like his big hand had found her most secret spot. Her pussy was a muddy mess. In her fantasy, Ma Jun's hand slid down her silky ass, into the deep crevice, fingers teasing her plump labia. She burned with lust, juices gushing out.
She felt stripped naked in her haze, lying bare on the bed, legs weakly curled, her black pubic hair glistening with slickness. Her thick labia parted, begging for cock.
"Yanyan-jie, I'm here."
Ma Jun grinned in her mind, climbing atop her, rubbing his huge dick along her slit before thrusting deep. The scorching rod hit bottom, pounding mercilessly.
"Ah... too big... Ma Jun... I can't take it..."
Liu Yan shuddered violently, moans growing louder, fingers flying in her pussy, squirting waves of nectar. Climax hit fast. Ma Jun, watching her slutty side he'd never seen, throbbed harder—but he bumped the door, making it creak.
Gasping in afterglow, Liu Yan twisted toward the sound at the doorway.
Shit. Ma Jun bolted to the sofa and lay down, heart hammering. Liu Yan was proud about her image; if she knew he'd caught her masturbating, would she flip out and ban him from the bedroom?