Girlfriend's experience

I'm a PhD student at a university in northern China. Actually, when I was a first-year master's student, my advisor half-coaxed me into pursuing a PhD, hoping I'd stay and assist him with a three-year project for the National Science Council. I didn't really have any life plans, and the professor was a young teacher who had just returned from abroad. We got along well, so I skipped the PhD program during my second year of master's. My girlfriend is a junior I met in university, named Shifan. Although her name sounds like a quiet, elegant beauty from a literary novel, she's actually a lively and outgoing girl, and dresses very sexily and charmingly. While she's fair-skinned and slender, her voluptuous figure is undeniable. Her angelic smile and appearance, combined with her devilishly hot body, sometimes make men feel an irresistible urge to pounce on her and conquer her. Because of this, my girlfriend Shifan is often harassed by perverts on buses and subways, which goes without saying. My girlfriend and I are studying different majors, but she's currently a first-year master's student at the same university as me. She nominally lives in the dorms, but often stays overnight at my rented apartment near the university. Occasionally, when she's very busy, she'll stay in the dorms for one night. One time, she came to my place and we had our usual passionate encounter. I noticed she was very aroused that night. She wasn't embarrassed about positions she usually felt shy about; in fact, she seemed to enjoy them. She was more open with her moans than usual, and even straddled me. That night, I was so stimulated by her arousal that I ejaculated four or five times, until I was completely exhausted. Afterwards, we lay in bed, and my girlfriend seemed a little troubled. I felt something was wrong; her attitude that night was different from usual. So I started questioning her. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but after my persistent questioning, she finally stammered out the truth. It turned out that it was her turn to give a presentation on the project she had been assigned today. She grabbed her laptop and went to her advisor's lab to report. Shifan's advisor only had three graduate students: a senior student, herself, and a male classmate. The other two weren't there. She knocked on the door, and the professor's voice came from inside: "Come in." The professor's eyes lit up when he saw her. Because of the hot weather, she was wearing a pink, form-fitting strapless top and a white skirt that was about 20 centimeters above her knee. She closed the door behind her and sat down next to the professor, opening her laptop and diligently giving her presentation. At first, the professor would point at the screen and ask questions. Later, he pretended to have a problem and deliberately placed his large hand on hers, the hand she was using the mouse, and occasionally stroked her hand. At first, she didn't think much of it. Later, the professor hooked his other arm around her shoulder, and she realized she was very uncomfortable. The professor's attitude was becoming strange, but she still shifted slightly, not daring to make a sound, and continued reporting her progress with a flushed face. The professor grew increasingly bold. The hand that had been around his girlfriend's shoulder moved behind her back, stroking downwards until it reached her slender waist and hips, kneading them. Because her thin bra straps reached just to her waist, her skin was exposed when she sat down, and the professor's hand lingered there. The girlfriend could no longer pretend not to notice. She gently shifted her body and politely said to the professor, "Professor Liu, you...you shouldn't do that..." Professor Liu's right hand, which had been on his girlfriend's mouse, slid down and rested on her thigh exposed by her short skirt. He said, "Xiao Fan! I have a few questions for you. I hope you answer them well!" As he spoke, his lewd hand slowly slipped under her skirt, only to be stopped by her hand in front of her underwear. My girlfriend, trembling, asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?" The professor whispered in her ear, "Xiao Fan! I know you really want to get this National Science Council project. You also know my position; I can easily help you pass. You know, you're a very charming girl. I need to ask you, do you have a boyfriend?" My girlfriend struggled to stop the professor's hand from reaching under her skirt, saying, "I already have a boyfriend! Teacher, please don't..." The professor lewdly laughed and said, "How about this? You break up with your boyfriend, and I've rented a place outside. You can move in with me, okay? That way, your project will be considered passed. What?" He then forcefully pried my girlfriend's hand away and gently stroked her clitoris through her black sheer panties. My girlfriend, panting from the professor's teasing, said, "Teacher... don't do this... I have a boyfriend..." She twisted her body, struggling to stand up. The professor shoved his girlfriend back into her chair and said, "Xiao Fan, how about this? Go back and think about it for a few days. After all, with your research proposal written like this, hehe, without my help, I'm afraid..." My girlfriend hesitated for a moment upon hearing this. Taking advantage of the situation, the professor kissed her. She was too scared to struggle. The professor thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, and she didn't dare resist, only managing a reluctant tongue-twisting kiss. Finally, the professor's hand was already inside her chest. Shyly, she pushed him away, picked up her laptop, and said, "Professor... I'll think about it some more... Goodbye..." The professor leaned back calmly in his chair and said, "Go back and think it over carefully, Xiao Fan." The implication was that if my girlfriend didn't agree, the research proposal would fail to pass review. When I heard my girlfriend say that, I was furious. I wanted to call the police immediately, but she quickly grabbed me and said, "Don't do that, Ah Jie. I don't want to fall out with the professor right now!" I couldn't argue with her, so I said resentfully, "Then just ignore him. Your plan is good; I don't believe you can't get through it without his help." My girlfriend said sullenly, "It's not like that." Then she told me a story. Apparently, once before, my girlfriend had to go see the professor. She saw that the professor's door wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack...Strange noises were coming from inside. The girlfriend peeked out and was shocked by what she saw. It turned out to be a graduating senior, completely naked, sprawled on the professor's desk. The professor was thrusting into her violently from behind, and the senior was moaning incoherently. The professor smugly shouted, "Xiao Hui! You're so obedient and well-behaved, I really don't want you to leave. But don't worry, I promised you that after I've done it with you, you can graduate smoothly! Otherwise, how could it be so easy to pass? Hahaha..." The girlfriend was startled. Later, she secretly hid in the bathroom, calculated the time, and went back to find the professor. She saw that the professor and the senior had put their clothes back on and the senior had tidied up. However, the senior's face was flushed, and the professor looked smug. The girlfriend pretended not to know, went in to report, and left. Before leaving, the professor winked at her, which startled her. It turned out that the professor had deliberately opened the door a crack and deliberately called for her to report later, so that the girlfriend would see the senior's situation and understand how to please the professor to graduate smoothly. Hearing my girlfriend's description, and looking at her pitiful appearance, an image suddenly flashed in my mind: her naked, being forced onto a table and penetrated by the professor. A sudden rush of blood shot through my groin. I never imagined that imagining my girlfriend being coerced would arouse me! I quickly shook my head to dispel the thought. Anxious about my girlfriend's attitude, I asked, "So you're not going to report the professor? Are you going to agree to him? Live with him?" My girlfriend hurriedly explained, "No, that's not it. I plan to appease him first, not rush to reject him, and not agree to him. In a couple of days, the professor is taking me to Japan for an international conference. I need to report on the results of this project. If the report goes well and the project passes smoothly, I will politely refuse him. If I confront him now, the professor will lose face, and I'll be in big trouble." After hearing my girlfriend's explanation, I was at a loss and agreed with her. However, I hoped she would be careful on her trip to Japan. That day, my girlfriend departed for Japan, expecting to return in five days. Before she left, she and I agreed on a time; I would pick her up in five days. The time had come, but the night before I was supposed to return, I suddenly received a call from my girlfriend. She sounded anxious and said, "Ah Jie, I'm sorry, something came up and I'll be back in a few days. I'll let you know then..." Then she hung up. "Hello? How many days is 'a few days'? Where are you??" But the call had already ended, and there was no response when I called back. I was extremely worried about what had happened. Almost five days later, my girlfriend called again, asking me to pick her up from the airport. I hurriedly drove to the airport to pick her up. On the way back, I hurriedly asked, "Xiao Fan! What happened? Why are you so late? Where did you go?" My girlfriend nodded and remained silent for a while, then looked up and forced a smile, saying, "The seminar didn't go very well, so I had to do some extra reports, which delayed me for a few days. It's okay, I'm a little tired and want to go home and rest." Although I was a little worried, my girlfriend assured me that everything was resolved and apologized for not telling me about the delay earlier. I thought she had worked hard, so I took her home to rest. But later I found out that it wasn't like that at all. Many days later, my girlfriend came to my room as usual. She went to take a shower first, and I was watching TV out of boredom when her phone beeped with a text message. I picked it up out of curiosity and was shocked. It read: "Hehe, my sexy little sweetheart Shi Fan, according to our contract, are you going to come and give me some pleasure again tomorrow? Remember to play!" Not only do you have to be on time, but this time you're not allowed to wear underwear. Also, remember to take your birth control pill beforehand; I want to play something more intense this time. Smart Xiaofan, you'd better not tell anyone, otherwise those videos from Japan will leak out, and how will you face anyone after that?! I was shocked when I saw this text message. It was from the professor! Good heavens, what Japanese videos? What contract? And what about "having fun" and birth control pills? What does "playing something more intense" mean? Did my girlfriend, Shifan, have something happen with the professor in Japan? All of this shocked me. So I decided to remain silent and secretly investigate tomorrow. After my girlfriend came out of the shower, I pretended not to know anything about it, only saying that someone had texted her. After she picked up her phone and read the message, her face turned slightly red and embarrassed. I pretended to ask who it was. My girlfriend only said it was a friend asking her to go shopping. Her attitude made me even more suspicious. Tomorrow, while my girlfriend is leaving, I'll pretend to tell her I have to do an experiment and ask her to go to school by herself and come home by herself in the evening. This way, I can easily find out her schedule for the day. I secretly changed my clothes and began my plan to follow her all day. My girlfriend acted normally all morning, going to class and writing reports in the lab. Around 3 PM, she rushed to the professor's lab. She raised her hand to knock, but suddenly the door opened, and a hand pulled her inside, peeking out to see if anyone was there. That fat, ugly face belonged to her professor. After she was pulled inside, the professor locked the door. Desperate to find out what happened inside, I took a risk. I secretly climbed onto the ventilation window near the door and jumped onto the vent of the air conditioner in the professor's lab. What I saw almost made my nose bleed. My girlfriend, Shi Fan, was completely naked from the waist up, with her hands handcuffed behind her back around her waist.Dom, standing at attention, had his hands cuffed with a chain connecting to a collar around his girlfriend's neck. This left her perfectly white upper body completely exposed to the professor, leaving her utterly defenseless. She wore tight, low-cut jeans, but without a top, the sexy black 551-print hemline peeked out from her waist, highlighting her fair skin and full breasts, making her appear even more lewd. The professor was completely naked, his disgustingly large belly revealing a massive, dark, almost black, penis that stood erect, seemingly swaggering. His girlfriend, with her long hair flowing, kept her head down, avoiding his gaze. The professor walked behind her, grabbing her breasts and kneading them repeatedly. She struggled and twisted, but was powerless to resist. Because I was crouching near the air conditioning vent, and the research lab seemed to have soundproofing, I could only see what was happening inside and couldn't hear anything. I only saw the professor whisper a few words in his girlfriend's ear. She slowly nodded, and the professor gently pressed her shoulders. She slowly knelt down, and the professor grabbed her head and pressed it down forcefully. She opened her lips and took his enormous penis into her mouth, stroking it back and forth. Seeing this, my heart broke. In the past, when I made love with my girlfriend, she always refused to give me oral sex, thinking it was dirty. She was a germaphobe, and now she was giving the professor oral sex. But a strange feeling stirred within me, and my genitals began to throb. So I simply pulled out my penis and, faced with this scene, reluctantly began stroking it. My girlfriend knelt before the professor, her hands handcuffed behind her back, secured by a collar around her neck. The scene was incredibly lewd. The professor, while enjoying oral sex, fondled her breasts. After a while, he suddenly pushed her away, grabbed his penis, and ejaculated onto her snow-white breasts. Thick, copious semen slowly trickled down her chest. My girlfriend gasped for breath, but the professor wouldn't let her go. He grabbed her arms, helped her up, and carried her to the table. First, she lay face down on the desk. He pulled down her low-rise jeans, revealing black 551 briefs underneath, highlighting her fair and shapely legs. The professor, however, had no time to appreciate this sight. He forcefully ripped her 551 briefs, his erect penis throbbing, and thrust it in. Seeing this, I felt a pang of sadness. My beloved girlfriend had finally been conquered by this beast. At first, my girlfriend was just being thrust into from both ends, her long hair flowing freely. But later, the professor went faster and faster, and she started opening her mouth, making incoherent noises. Her hands were held by the professor, and she could only writhe, seemingly aroused by him. Finally, the professor suddenly pushed her down onto the floor, thrusting forcefully a few times before letting out a loud roar. It looked like he ejaculated inside her, the ejaculation lasting for over ten seconds. At this point, tears welled up in my girlfriend's eyes, and she shook her head desperately, seemingly protesting. After he finished, the professor stood up, satisfied, and looked at my girlfriend on the floor, her vagina slowly leaking semen. He then fed her mouthfuls of semen, which she couldn't resist, and she had no choice but to eat it. Seeing this, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated as well. While the people inside were still catching their breath, I quietly slipped away, unable to understand why my girlfriend had been taken advantage of by that professor. What had happened in Japan? And what kind of video had been taken and what kind of blackmail had she received? If I asked her directly, her girlfriend, who was being held hostage by the professor, definitely wouldn't tell me. I felt I had to sneak into the professor's lab at night to find out. But I discovered something even more shocking… Chapter TwoThe Japanese seminar was located downstairs from the department building where my girlfriend Shifan's advisor was. Based on my observations, the department door was locked at night, and only graduate or doctoral students had access passes. I stole my girlfriend's pass and quietly returned to the school around 2 AM. After swiping the key, I sneaked into the professor's lab. Of course, the door was locked, so I used a locksmith's tools to quietly open it, entered the professor's lab, and locked the door behind me. Now I had plenty of time to uncover the secrets between the professor and my girlfriend Shifan. First, I rummaged through the professor's drawers, finding only normal papers, reference books, and academic papers from Chinese and foreign journals. I then turned on the professor's computer to see if there were any secrets. The desktop was filled with programs and files; everything seemed normal. I opened each folder one by one to check for anything unusual. Suddenly, in a folder titled "Student Profiles," I found many files. With trembling hands, I slowly opened a folder named Shifan. It contained many files, including pictures and videos. Looking at the pictures, the first one was of my girlfriend wearing a white shirt and black skirt, giving a speech at a conference, seemingly in Japan. Next were photos of the second and third days' schedules, all of her attending meetings or giving presentations. The fourth day's photos were of the closing banquet of the seminar. Hmm? It seemed to be going smoothly; the four-day seminar ended. Why did Shifan tell me it wasn't going well and needed to be postponed? Then came photos of my girlfriend at the banquet, wearing a black, low-cut, revealing evening gown—unsurprisingly, she was the center of attention. Many foreigners came over to take photos with her. Even that beastly professor had a few photos with her, but they were either with his arm around her shoulder or waist, very close and tightly embracing her! The next photos shocked me. They were taken the day after the seminar ended, the day my girlfriend told me she was postponing her return. The photos showed my girlfriend, Shifan, by the hotel pool, wearing a hot pink bikini, lounging seductively on a lounge chair, looking at the camera with alluring eyes. I guessed the professor had taken them. The next few photos were also in the pool, showing my girlfriend's wet hair, her ample breasts, and her fair skin. I stared, completely stunned. Then the photos stopped. I nervously clicked on the video file. The video began in a hotel room, and it seemed the camera was set up beside the bed, capturing every corner of the room. What made me particularly uneasy was the octopus chair in the corner of the bed. Although Japan is a leader in the adult entertainment industry, top-tier hotels shouldn't have such equipment. Did the professor later deliberately take his girlfriend to this kind of motel? What were his intentions? My doubts didn't last long. Soon I saw a girl with long hair, wearing an ill-fitting white men's long-sleeved shirt. The semi-transparent white shirt was unbuttoned, and she wasn't wearing a bra, leaving her upper body half-naked. The length, past her waist, vaguely covered the extremely sexy black briefs at the hem. Her beautiful figure and face were indeed Shi Fan's. Next, a bloated middle-aged man, wearing only shorts, quietly walked over to his girlfriend, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Come on! Xiao Fan! Look at the camera, this is the angle!" His girlfriend shyly pleaded, "Can we not take pictures?" The professor said, "Xiao Fan! I want to see you clearly, to keep as a souvenir." His girlfriend, still somewhat reluctant, said, "But we still have to see each other afterward, and the professor will have to take your classes. It'll be so awkward." The professor said, "No, I won't let it slip out. Only you and I will know. Okay, let's get started!" With that, the professor sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at his girlfriend with obvious enjoyment. His girlfriend gently licked her lower lip towards the camera, slowly peeling off her shirt, letting it slide down her shoulders. Her perfect curves were thus revealed to the professor. As her boyfriend, I had never seen such a seductive sight before. The professor gently gestured, and Shifan slowly placed her hands behind her head, allowing the professor to admire her perfect curves without any obstruction. Wearing only a sexy black sheer panty, she was stared at by the professor for quite a while. The professor pulled down his pants, revealing his erect, black penis, and said to Shifan, "Crawl over here!" Hearing this, his girlfriend obediently crawled on the ground like a dog, her full breasts even more prominent due to the position. She crawled over, placed her hands on the professor's lap, who was sitting in a chair, and began sucking on his penis like an ice cream cone. The professor enjoyed this beautiful female student giving him oral sex, occasionally tossing her loose hair upwards, seemingly trying to see Shifan's expression. Finally, the professor helped his girlfriend up. She stood in front of him, and the professor, seemingly unable to restrain himself, forcefully ripped her panties with a loud "rip." The girlfriend trembled slightly from the sudden action. Then, without any hesitation, the professor helped her onto a nearby octopus chair, making her lean forward in a back-to-back position. He thrust his penis in with a swift motion. The girlfriend let out a soft "Ah!", her voice a mixture of unease and a hint of pleasure. At first, the professor moved in and out gently, but as he continued, the rhythm gradually quickened, and the force increased. The girlfriend's reaction was the same; her body honestly reflected her physical desire. At first, she only breathed softly through her nose, but later it became a loud moan. The professor verbally humiliated her as he fucked her: "You slut! You seem so innocent and obedient, but I think you're just a whore who needs to be fucked. Just as I expected... I'm going to fuck you to death today..." His girlfriend, shaking her head and panting, said, "I... I'm not a slut... Ah... It's all because you forced yourself on me, Professor..." "Damn it... You still say you're not a slut? Then why are you here being fucked by me? When you first came to me as your advisor, I was attracted to your slutty nature... I've always wanted to sleep with you. See, now I've got you, haven't I? Hehehe..." It turned out the professor had ulterior motives when he took my girlfriend as his advisor. The professor became more and more excited as he fucked her, making her drip with juices. "Professor... you're so bad... So you... oh... ah... you've always wanted to sleep with me... that's why you took me as your student... You... you're killing me... Ahh... I'm going to die..." His girlfriend was being fucked from behind by the professor, panting heavily, her hair flying up and down. "Hurry up, you slut, call me husband..." "No... I don't want to... I have a boyfriend... Ahh... You're killing me... Stop... No..." "Slut... You have a man and you're still letting me fuck you... Are you a prostitute? You slut, watch how powerful I am!" The professor suddenly turned his girlfriend around, making her lie on the chair. He thrust hard, and the force of his thrusts made me a little worried that my girlfriend would be fucked to death. My girlfriend cried out frantically, "Ahhh... I'm going to die... Teacher... No no... Husband... Spare me... I'm going to die... Please let me go... Ugh... Ah..." After the final thrust, the professor roared and forcefully ejaculated inside my girlfriend, thrusting as he ejaculated. I started to worry that my girlfriend would get pregnant. The scene afterward showed the professor taking his girlfriend inside to take a shower. The camera didn't capture it, but they didn't come out for a long time. I could imagine what they did to my girlfriend inside. After a while, the girlfriend came out with wet hair and only a towel wrapped around her upper body. Behind her, the professor, completely soaked and without even wearing underwear, came out, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled the girlfriend into his arms. Surprisingly, the girlfriend didn't resist and let the professor hold her. The professor asked the girlfriend, "Did you feel good just now?" The girlfriend lowered her head shyly and nodded. The professor then asked, "So, did you agree to my request? I'll help you get through this, and you'll break up with your boyfriend, Ninilu.""How about you come and be my mistress, dom?" the professor asked. His girlfriend replied, "But... my boyfriend is very good to me. How about this, I won't break up with him, but I can agree to your request. After I go back to China, I can stay with you, but I still need to visit my boyfriend a few times a week. Is that okay?" What?! Since returning to China, his girlfriend hadn't been staying with him but had moved to the professor's place! Good heavens! Had he been kept in the dark?! His girlfriend wasn't being coerced; she had actually agreed to the professor's shameless exchange. The professor said, "Alright! I'll have to make an exception. But I want to be your first priority, understand? Okay, for the next two years, I expect you to keep your promise!" After saying this, the professor took out a piece of paper and asked his girlfriend to sign this contract-like document. Seeing his girlfriend obediently sign, the professor couldn't resist kissing her again. Their tongues intertwined, and the professor slowly pulled off her towel... I sat in front of the computer, thinking I should give up on Shifan, but I loved her too much. Knowing about this whole affair, if I told my girlfriend, we'd definitely break up. I had no choice but to pretend I didn't know. Did I really have to turn a blind eye and let my girlfriend and the professor have this twisted relationship for two years? I was deeply troubled. I decided to observe for a while longer. I quickly burned a copy of the video and left the school, returning to my apartment. My beautiful girlfriend was sleeping soundly in my bed.

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