Summer tutoring by university counselors

My girlfriend, S, is 165cm tall with long legs and a slim waist. I seduced her during her master's studies, and she became my sexual partner.

She comes from a well-off family and originally pursued her master's degree to avoid entering the workforce too early, hoping to relax for a couple more years. However, in her second year, she considered staying on at

the university. These days, it's impossible for a master's graduate to stay on after graduation, so on my advice, she took a roundabout approach. First, she managed to secure a position as a temporary teaching assistant while simultaneously applying for a direct PhD program.

This was against regulations (according to the rules, one should first be a temporary teaching assistant before pursuing a master's degree; no one reverses this), but since there were no available temporary teaching assistant positions that year, I helped her influence the college, and her family helped influence the university, securing the position.

To ensure she could stay on, she applied for a year's leave of absence at the end of her second year to serve as a counselor, expecting to return to school after a year and a half, working as a counselor while completing her dissertation, and then applying for a direct PhD program.

We still frequently engage in physical intimacy, the difference being that we don't need to maintain a distance in public because we are now colleagues, and I'm not her PhD advisor (although I am the one who is actually applying).

Everything was going smoothly until she had been helping out at the college for almost a year. Then came the news that part-time doctoral programs were going to be canceled, meaning she had to finish her dissertation during the summer break, defend it immediately upon the start of

the semester to be among the first to receive her degree (actually, this was for students whose degrees had been extended), and then immediately apply for a direct PhD program. Because of this, she had to pick up her studies again after nearly a year's absence and work overtime to complete her dissertation.

As her advisor and partner, I naturally had an obligation to support her, so the sparsely populated college became our new battleground during the break.

She came to my place on the first day the college's break started.

I rearranged her seat in the student research lab, but because there were fewer students during the summer, the lab usually closed after 8 pm (the professors usually left after dinner to continue working at home). So I had her stay in the student room until 8 pm, and then come to my room after the students left to work under my supervision.

To facilitate movement, I provided her with a laptop.

We ate dinner together, and during the meal, I gave her the tasks and instructions for the evening. After dinner, she went back to her rented place to prepare, while I went back to the lab first.

Around 8:30, I heard the sound of the main door closing outside. It seemed everyone had left and the lab's security door was locked. Then she knocked on my door and came in carrying her laptop.

She was wearing a round-neck, backless, fitted dress. I touched her to confirm she wasn't wearing a bra, and long black stockings (not pantyhose),

strappy heels, and no underwear.

I first praised her appearance and demeanor, then gave her some gentle but serious criticism regarding her behavior.

I had specifically told her at dinner not to wear a bra or underwear, but only long black stockings that reached her thighs. This was supposed to be her state when entering my room; that is, when she entered, she could only be wearing black stockings and strappy heels. Anyway, I had already confirmed that no one else was in the lab, and there were no cameras in the hallway, so what was there to be afraid of?

S said she was very shy but willing to start over.

I told her that as punishment, there needed to be an additional task.

I handed S a remote-controlled vibrator, one I'd carefully chosen with ten adjustable settings, controllable via a mobile app. I told her to put it inside her, undress in the student room, and then video chat with me for some vibrator training. I instructed her to bring her laptop and video chat while we talked.

S's mouth formed a big "O," but her eyes were full of excited smiles.

I slipped my hand under S's skirt and pinched her buttocks, then ran my hand along her cleft. My hand was wet… apparently, she was really craving it after a few days… I installed the driver on S's phone, requested control of the vibrator, and then sent S out. A while later, her video chat request arrived. I accepted the request on my phone but didn't turn on my camera, so I could see her but she couldn't see me.

Once the video chat connected, S stood in front of the computer, turned around, and smiled, indicating that I was completely naked except for black stockings.

Then I turned on the vibrator. S immediately arched her back, gasped, and sat down, leaning on the table for support.

I set the vibrator to low speed (level 2) and asked her to print out the work report she had finished that afternoon and bring it to me.

I quietly opened the door, walked into the hallway, and gently closed the door behind me. I sneaked to the student's room and saw S, naked, with her back to the door, waiting for the printer to finish printing.

She was holding onto the table next to her with one hand, and the other hand seemed to be pressed against her lower abdomen. She was standing fairly straight, so she must have gotten used to this setting.

I increased the speed to level 8, and S immediately squatted down, accompanied by a seductive moan.

She only let out one cry before suppressing it. I continued walking forward, while simultaneously decreasing the speed to level 4.

After a while, S returned to the computer and, as I instructed, adjusted the laptop lid with one hand, allowing me to see her entire body.

Her right hand was on the laptop lid, and her left hand was between her legs, her slender wrist and thigh trembling slightly.

I switched off and slowly increased the speed to level 7.

S said to me haltingly, "Dad—Dad, it's too—exciting, I can't—stand up..." So I downgraded the camera to level 3.

S rested for about half a minute, then forced herself to stand up, leaning on the table. At that moment, the camera caught a glimpse of her shaved pubic area.

S rested for a few more seconds, supporting herself on the table, then started carrying her laptop towards the door.

By this time, I could no longer see her because she couldn't control the camera's position properly.

I knew she was moving, so I increased the camera's intensity. The camera image shook for a moment, then returned to normal, and then I increased the intensity again, only to shake again.

By the time S came out of the student room, the camera was on level 7. I watched as a slender figure wearing only long black stockings struggled to walk, one hand holding her laptop and crotch, the other hand pressed against her genitals.

If she had glanced to her right as she left, she would have seen me, but she no longer had the strength to make any further movements.

She slowly made her way to my office door, laptop in her right hand, and began knocking with her left, but there was no response from inside.

I increased the intensity to level 8. S, holding onto the door, slowly squatted down. A slight tremor ran through her body; I knew she was close to climaxing. Once she was fully squatted, waiting for her mini-orgasm, I quickly lowered the intensity.

S breathed heavily for a few moments, then tried to stand up, knocking on the door and softly calling, "Daddy, open the door! Open the door for your good daughter!" At that moment, I yanked the handle of the security door hard, then pushed it open (I checked through the peephole to make sure no one was outside) and simultaneously turned the vibrator to its highest setting.

The sudden shock made S shudder violently. Instinctively, she tried to cover her breasts and genitals with her laptop and hands, but the overwhelming pleasure that followed made her curl up and squat down.

Later, she confessed to me that when she opened the door, she thought someone had come in. Because the hallway lights were off but there were lights outside the iron gate, she couldn't see who I was because I was backlit. Her first thought was that she was doomed and she wanted to run, but she didn't have the strength. Then her body went out of control and she was forced to orgasm. She could only squat down. At that moment, her mind was blank; she only knew that she had orgasmed and felt fluid gushing out from below.

When I closed the door and walked to S's side, her legs were curled up, and she was slumped on the ground, her body twitching occasionally.

When I helped her up, her legs were still trembling violently, and her entire thighs were soaked.

I carried her into the room and put her on the sofa. Only then did she calm down, clinging tightly to my neck and starting to cry.

I had no choice but to sit beside her, stroking her back and comforting her.

She cried for a while before calming down, then punched me several times, saying I had scared her to death and she thought someone had come in.

I said, "So you mean you peed your pants?" Then I touched her inner thigh, and when I touched her genitals, she shuddered again.

I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her neck and earlobe, and asked her, "Did you take your medicine today?" She bit her lip and nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck... Having just had an orgasm, she was very wet and sensitive inside, and quickly had another orgasm.

After I ejaculated inside her, I didn't pull out immediately. I held her, pressed myself against her, and waited for my penis to slowly soften inside her. Then she cleaned me up with her mouth. We sat on the sofa and rested for a while. S drank some water. I brought in the documents and notebooks that were on the floor by the door, and retrieved S's skirt and phone from the student room. Then we started working overtime...

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