About sniffing the teacher’s stinky cushion and being found

Author: djsymq
Word count: 12025
After the incident about female phobic teenagers who went to whoring without money and were severely disciplined
The happy weekend passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Monday began a new round of learning journey.
However, Zhang Ming ushered in a major crisis in his life. He was kneeling on the ground with his head drooping. In front of him was a plump mature woman standing there with a frosty front.
Her long, wavy black hair was draped over a white shirt. Her arms were crossed under her breasts wrapped in tight shirts, holding up her sagging breasts, and her belly was slightly bulged as a teacher who often sat for a long time.
The lower body is a very tight hip-wrapping skirt that barely covers the fat buttocks, revealing two very sensual legs in flesh-colored stockings and black high-heeled sandals.
Such a sexy and plump mature woman is Zhang Ming’s class teacher and Chinese teacher Zhou Qianhui.
As for why this happened, we have to start from 30 minutes ago.
At that time, it was already the last class in the afternoon, and the last class on Monday was a class meeting. Although it was a class meeting, it was actually a self-study class for the head teacher of each class.
For example, Mr. Zhou, the head teacher of Zhang Ming’s class, is a Chinese teacher, so the class meeting is naturally Chinese self-study. Teacher Zhou was sitting behind the podium and correcting homework, while the students were reading quietly below. Of course, there were some chatting quietly, but Zhang Ming was not in the classroom.
He was in the teachers’ office, standing next to the desk, leaning on the window sill with one hand resting on his chin. There were still a few silently written ancient poems on the window sill. He leisurely turned the pen in his hand and looked towards the playground from the office window.
There are many people exercising and practicing for the June 1 sports meeting. But Zhang Ming only looked at the few people running on the track. The one running in the front was his best friend Gao Junyu.
Next is Li Qiang, who is in the same class as Zhang Ming. Although his body is also very strong, he is still a lot worse than Gao Junyu.
And behind the two of them, there was a shorter figure chasing after her with all her strength, with short ear-length hair fluttering in the wind with her body, her pretty face was already covered with sweat, she was Zhang Ming’s second best friend, Yu Qi. As a girl, she was able to run behind Gao Junyu and Li Qiang. She is indeed the track and field captain. Although she was a little out of breath, she still followed behind those two.
“That’s great!” Zhang Ming couldn’t help sighing with envy when he looked at the youthful and energetic students on the playground.
Especially Yu Qi, although she is the best friend and brother, Zhang Ming has always admired her since he was a child. Not only does he have good academic performance, he is also one of the best in sports, and he is also very handsome.
Went to the public restroom with the girl on FridayAfter meeting, he went home and searched a lot of information about m-shaking and foot control on the Internet. Since then, he has opened the door to a new world. On Saturday and Sunday, I had so much fun playing with the sock worn by the girl that I forgot my homework.
That’s why Mr. Zhou asked him to go to the office to make up the Chinese homework during the class meeting, and he also said when he finished writing and when he would return to the classroom.
Zhang Ming had finished his Chinese homework a long time ago, but he felt that being watched by the teacher when he returned to the classroom would be better than being at ease in the teacher’s office. You can also turn the pen in your hand while looking at your classmates in motion, killing the time waiting for school to end.
clack!
The pen in my hand accidentally dropped on the ground, and the ballpoint pen rolled under Mr. Zhou’s desk without a trace.
Zhang Ming squatted down and carefully searched for the trace of the ballpoint pen. He saw that the pen had rolled into the gap of the drawer under the desk. Fortunately, it was blocked by some messy wires and did not continue to roll down.
It’s a bit deep, and it’s a little hard to get out. Zhang Ming supported the teacher’s office chair with one hand, stretched forward with the other hand, and moved his fingers forward vigorously.
It’s still close, a little forward, the middle finger has already touched it, a little forward, at a little bit, it’s enough! Zhang Ming tried his best to hold the pen with his middle finger and ring finger, and then slowly dragged it out from the gap.
“Hoo~”
Luckily enough, Zhang Ming sat on the ground, leaning against the teacher’s office chair, and looked at the dusty ballpoint pen in his hand with satisfaction. Even after rolling in it for a while, it was covered with a thick layer of dust. It seems that the teacher doesn’t clean up very carefully, Zhang Ming can’t help but mutter to Teacher Zhou.
When Zhang Ming criticized Teacher Zhou in his heart, a faint smell attracted his attention. He looked left and right, looking for the source of the smell, his little nose kept twitching, and finally found the source of the smell beside him.
It’s Mr. Zhou’s office chair.
The chairs used by the teachers in Haitian Middle School are the most common type of roller skating swivel chairs. Generally, the teachers will go back to the office after standing up and finish class, and sit on the chairs for a rest to relax their trembling hearts from the anger of the students.
Zhang Ming was sure that the smell came from Mr. Zhou’s swivel chair, or more precisely, from the cushion on the chair.
The cushion that was originally printed with a cute little orange cat has faded, and two of the adjacent areas have turned white and sunken a little. Obviously this is the result of Mr. Zhou’s plump buttocks often rubbing on it.
Now Zhang Ming has realized that he is obsessed with the smell of women. Not only that, the stronger the smell, the more excited he is.
The girl I met in the toilet before was still too clean, and the socks I gave Zhang Ming only had a slight sweaty smell, and the smell dissipated after just a day, and the smell of mature women mixed with perfume on Mr. Zhou’s cushion aroused his sexual interest even more.
Zhang Ming suddenly raised his head and looked around vigilantly. Teacher Zhou’s desk was in the corner of the office by the window. Because this is the last class meeting on Monday, except those class teachersBesides going to the class meeting, the rest of the teachers have already left, so there is no one else in the office at the moment, and