Chapter 29 – Episode 29 – [Side Story] Jiyoung Lee (3)
Even after two weeks, Jisung did not touch my body. My sexual desire, which was already on fire, could no longer be controlled. I even hung on to my husband’s body and tried to suck his penis, but his pupa-like penis shriveled up and did not move, and my husband eventually pushed me aside as if he was tired of it. While she was masturbating while moaning next to him, she took her husband’s hand and tried to touch it, but the husband immediately shook his hand away as if it was bothersome.
The next day I wore a black bra and white blouse. The lace of the bra was clearly visible through the blouse. Below, she wore black pantyhose and a black miniskirt. She tied her hair up to expose the nape of her neck and put on heavy makeup. It was the sexiest outfit I could wear. At school, I had to endure the gaze of children and male teachers all day long. But their gaze, which could not satisfy me, just felt annoying. After finishing the day in a state of frustration until I got off work, I headed to Jisung’s house with excitement. Fortunately, Jisung’s parents weren’t home that day. They had 100% trust in me, who was their son’s homeroom teacher.
However, the most important intelligence did not respond to me. When he first walked in, he just looked me up and down and had a little smile on his face. The whole time I was in class, I was concerned about that smile. Is this a joke? Is it funny that a horny old female cat is struggling to be eaten? It was so miserable. I have already given my body and soul to him. I couldn’t last a day without Jisung. It’s okay if you don’t touch my body, so I hoped you would at least give me a warm look. I hoped you hadn’t lost interest in me.
I unbuttoned my blouse one by one. My proud plump breasts were revealed, wrapped in a black bra. Seeing that, Jisung sighed weakly and turned his attention back to the book. I stroked his thigh in a desperate mood. There was no reaction. Jisung’s hand grabbed my wrist as I tried to insert his hand into his crotch.
“Stop it, teacher.”
“Why on earth are you doing this? You liked it so much. I… Came dressed up and dressed like this.”
I was about to cry. I felt like I would burst into tears if I asked this, but I had no choice but to ask.
“Are you tired of me now?”
As expected, tears poured out. I dressed up like a prostitute in front of my favorite student, asked to touch her body, and was rejected. Now, I was kneeling on the floor and sobbing without any sense of shame.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this. What should I do…”
Jisung just watched me cry for a while, and when my sobbing subsided a little, he opened his mouth.
“My teacher and I are just dating. We have a big age difference, and you already have a husband and children, so it’s not like we’re going to get married, right?”
“Sex partner?”
I was embarrassed to say something I didn’t know what it meant.
“Sex partner. Isn’t that kind of relationship right?”
“Then you can just hug me. Why are you looking away?”
“I’m sick of it.”
The words he so desperately wanted to hear came out of his mouth. The crying came again. I asked, crying.
“Is it because I’m old?”
“No, sir, you have the best body. You don’t feel old at all. This is real.”
“But why?”
“No matter how pretty a woman is, there’s no way she wouldn’t get tired of having the same sex every day without any new stimulation.”
Jisung smiled and said as if he was asking an obvious question.
“Is it because of that last time?”
Something suddenly occurred to me. When we had car sex before, Jisung wanted to film me with his smartphone. He said it was to see me when I didn’t come. But I absolutely refused. From the beginning, it felt to pervert and our relationship was an affair and absolutely unacceptable. Shooting a video was something that was impossible for me.
“There’s that, and whatever it is, won’t you feel the stimulation only when progress is made?”
I can’t believe that it was just because of that, something like that, that made it so difficult for me for several weeks. It’s such a simple thing. All you have to do is just say it. I stood up, took my blouse out of my skirt, and unbuttoned all the buttons.
“You can take as many pictures as you want.”
Jisung took a picture of my whole body with his smartphone. I looked in the mirror, wiped off the makeup that had been ruined by tears with a tissue, and then slowly took off the rest of my clothes in front of Jisung. Jisung said as I took off my blouse and bra, took off my skirt, and was about to take off my pantyhose.
“Come here.”
I went and stood in front of Jisung like that. Jisung, who was sitting on her chair, pulled down his pants and panties, revealing his genitals bobbing toward the ceiling. His object, which I had been longing to see for days, was erect from excitement upon seeing my body. I was so happy that I got down on my knees and put his dick in my face and smelled it. Jisung was so excited that he was taking pictures of the scene. I held the stick, which had a manly scent, in one hand and licked it with my tongue.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it, teacher.”
Since Jisung liked it, I liked it too. I could already feel my bottom getting wet. It felt like all the hard work I had gone through was paying off. My young master… There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this child.
I opened my mouth and sucked his dick. It was the first time in my life that I felt so loved by a man’s things. It was so different from her husband’s powerless object. The hard club with tendons sticking out was long enough that I could still hold it with my hand even if I put it all the way down my throat, and a clear, sticky liquid continued to flow out from the end, satisfying my thirst. With one hand I licked and sucked the sacred symbol of my disciple, while with the other I massaged my dirty pussy over the stockings. The love juice that flowed out even got on my hands. I felt dazed, like I was drunk. The master was looking down and filming this sleazy old bitch massaging her own pussy. I climaxed with my hands and my whole body trembled with his penis in my mouth.
Service was rewarded. Jisung placed my body, drooping from pleasure, on the bed. Her stocking-clad legs were spread out on the floor. I felt him tearing the buttocks of my stockings. The panties were lifted to the side, and the cock I had been longing for was pushed into my dirty pussy.
“Ahhhhh!!”
I buried my face in the bed, grabbed the sheets, and had another orgasm. My whole body was shaking. Jisung’s waist began to move back and forth vigorously. The orgasm continued to hit him so hard that he couldn’t come to his senses. He grabbed my hair and pulled it.
“Ahhhhh!! Good… Good… Honey… Keep going… Harder… Haeuuuuu.!!”
As my upper body was lifted by his brute force, words that were far from reason kept coming out of my mouth. He was addressing his disciple with respect and calling him “Honey.” Jisung whispered in my ear.
“Do you like it? You dirty bitch, do you like this that much?”
“Yes, I like it!! Please fuck me more… Ahhh… Put your dick in my dirty pussy… Honey… Haaaaa…”
Now, being a teacher and a student meant nothing to me. My husband and children flew out of my head. Only this pleasure, this pleasure that I had never experienced in over 40 years of my life as a woman, was precious to me. Only Jisung allowed me to feel this pleasure. No one has ever given me this much pleasure.
At the end of the endless climax, Jisung grabbed my hair and thrust his cock in front of my eyes. I touched my wet pussy while admiring his distorted face with my mouth open as he held his shiny cock in one hand and shook it with a painful expression. As hot white liquid spurted from the tip of his glans and covered my face, hot flames rose from below again and enveloped my entire body. Dirty liquid was flowing out of the hand that was frantically rubbing the clitoris and dripping onto the floor. When the climax was over, I was sitting down on my cum, and the semen was dripping down my face and onto my breasts. When he placed his lips on his still throbbing cock, I opened my mouth and licked his cock clean.
That’s how I regained Jisung’s attention. But our relationship had completely changed. Jisung no longer addressed me with respect, he just called me by my first name. When we had sex, I called him honey or master. I became completely dependent on him, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates was turned upside down. Jisung may have thought I was just a sex partner, but I truly loved him. It was okay even if he didn’t penetrate me or caress me. I could do anything for him even if he didn’t do anything for me. All I wanted was his interest in me.
