Night shift, campus sex

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I don't know what happened that night, but we chatted really well on text. He even said he liked me. Normally I would have felt disgusted, but that night I didn't. I just asked him, "Aren't you married?" He said that didn't affect his feelings for me, and he didn't expect anything from me. I didn't find him particularly annoying.
Then, around 1 a.m., he started calling my cell phone. Someone in my dorm was already asleep, so I hung up and suggested we continue texting. He said texting was too slow. I said someone in my dorm was asleep. He said, "Let's talk outside." I said it was too late, and he kept calling. Suddenly, I felt something might happen if I went out, so I got dressed and went out. He was already waiting for me downstairs. I asked where we were going so late, and he took me directly to the back of the school's laboratory building. I knew he might want to do something to me; these kinds of places are usually where couples sneak off to meet.
I was a little nervous—not because I was afraid he would do anything to me, but because I was worried about being seen by someone I knew.
Then it was just the two of us there, and neither of us said anything. After all, we weren't very close before, and some things were easier said over text than in person. He said he liked me a lot, and I didn't know how to respond. This seemed to encourage him, so he hugged me. I didn't pull away, and he quickly kissed my neck, slipped his hand inside my t-shirt, and expertly unhooked my bra, starting to caress me.
He was undeniably a master of seduction, making me feel incredibly good. I immediately felt wet down there; after all, I hadn't had sex in a while since breaking up with my boyfriend. Then I suddenly realized I'd leave a hickey, and in the summer with less clothing, it would be terrible if my classmates saw it, since everyone knew I'd broken up with my boyfriend. So I pushed him away, saying he couldn't kiss my neck. He tried to kiss my lips, but I didn't want to, so I pushed him away again. He kissed my neck again, and I got angry, pushing him away abruptly, saying not even on my neck.
He paused for a moment, seemingly understanding. Then he went down and kissed my breasts. I felt incredibly good at that moment and didn't resist. His hand then slipped inside my skirt, stimulating me through my underwear. I even started moaning. When he tried to reach inside my underwear, I stopped him, telling him it was unhygienic. He cleverly pulled me to a nearby step, took off my underwear, and gave me a blowjob. His technique was excellent, much better than my penis. I couldn't resist and let him do as he pleased.
I was completely lost in passion, forgetting that I didn't know this person at all, and that he was a married man. All I felt was pleasure—the pleasure of being violated by a stranger, the pleasure of indulging myself. Before I knew it, he had pulled down his pants and was pressing himself against me, trying to penetrate me. I suddenly realized we had no protection. Before I could even cry out, I felt him inside me, and then an even stronger wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. I tried to suppress my moans, but I probably did.
Just a moment later, when I felt I hadn't reached my climax yet (I climax very easily), he suddenly pulled out and ejaculated. Then we both hurriedly tidied our clothes. He took me back to my dorm. We didn't talk much on the way, but once in bed, I still felt a thrill and couldn't help but masturbate.
The next morning, I received a text from him asking if I wanted to go to a hotel. I was a little angry and replied that his premature ejaculation wasn't my type. He immediately offered a long explanation, saying he hadn't been home to see his wife in a long time, so premature ejaculation was normal, and that I was too beautiful, which excited him.
I figured we'd already done it, and I needed to let loose, so I told him to go get a hotel and buy some condoms first, then let me know. Less than half an hour later, I received a text from him, where he was, at a three-star hotel. I thought to myself, "This experienced PhD is different; someone who's always been a student wouldn't be so open."
We showered together at the hotel and then started our sex. Strangely enough, I felt very relaxed with him, even more relaxed than during sex. He was also a very romantic man. Perhaps because we both knew we were just temporary sex partners, there was no pressure. His penis wasn't very big, but it was very hard and powerful. And indeed, as he said, I never saw him ejaculate prematurely again; each time it lasted more than twenty minutes. I'm the kind of person who's very sensitive and orgasms easily; usually, I'd come several times before he ejaculated, and I'd beg him to finish quickly.
We maintained this kind of sexual relationship for the next month. However, we never let others see us together. We booked a hotel room once or twice a week; he would go first, then I would go. After we were done, I would go back to school first, and then he would check out. We always booked rooms during the day and never stayed overnight.
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