My sexual relationship with my handsome graduate student

Because this is a true story, the parts about soaking and sex are quite detailed, as I planned the whole process. You can also read it like a novel.
Xiao Lang is a teacher at a university. One of his graduate students, let's call her S, has long legs and a nice butt. She's 165cm tall and weighs 45kg (the numbers are very precise; S told me herself when she wasn't wearing clothes).
It was already past noon, so we quickly arranged lunch, went to the conference venue to register, and took a walk around the university. It was almost afternoon. S usually goes out around early, so she was in a good mood. I arranged for us to go shopping and have lunch in the city center. By the time we finished, it was past 8 pm.
She has a delicate face, with a pointed chin, but not the glamorous type; her only flaw is her small breasts, which she claims are a B, but I personally estimate they are B-cup. She has a boyfriend of several years, but he lives in another city. Because of this, despite her beauty, she doesn't usually get too close to other guys.
Xiao Lang has always had a crush on her because S is not only beautiful but also very hardworking and meticulous. Many other students don't come after dinner, but she often works overtime until late at night and is often there on weekends. Xiao Lang's wife lives abroad, and he often works overtime at his company, so he often treats S to meals and sometimes gives her small gifts. Over time, S and Xiao Lang have become quite familiar with each other, and sometimes they even make some risqué jokes. There's also the fact that they were originally boss and subordinate, so S is probably a bit wary of him. Sometimes Xiao Lang would take S home at night. Back in the dorm, it felt like we were a couple. I'm only 35, not very old, and I get along well with the students.
A while ago, I went to an academic conference in another city. Originally, there were three of us: me, S, and a male student. But the male student had something come up and couldn't go, so it was just S and me. I was very happy and determined to win S over.
I made an excuse to go do some work first, and arrived in the city where the conference was located. I took a taxi to a hotel near the venue, called the front desk, and they told me they only had one double room available. The conference location was quite remote; besides this budget hotel, there was only one five-star hotel, but it was quite far. Then I took a taxi back to the train station to wait for
S. When she came out, she was wearing a cropped shirt, denim shorts, strappy heels, and large sunglasses. I almost couldn't stand up. This girl usually dressed very modestly at school, usually in dresses or t-shirts, short skirts, and sandals or flip-flops in the summer. Because she's not short, she rarely
wore heels. It's like she's changed her ways.
Later, we didn't go on the first day. I was testing her tolerance. While normally this would be enough, our relationship is special, and I wanted to develop a safe, intimate relationship, not just a one-night stand. It's true that some girls agree to share a room out of trust or purely for flirting, but the proportion is extremely small. However, we can't completely reject them all. Even if it's out of trust or flirting, with the right stimulation, it can become luxurious. Trusting luxury can become flirting, so I chose a conservative approach.
I joked, "You dressed like that for your honeymoon?"
I continued, "I think you're here to cause trouble. If you dress like that tomorrow, how are people supposed to report you? Everyone's watching you. I don't care when others are reporting, but when I'm reporting, you better hide and don't steal my thunder."
She was a little embarrassed and said hesitantly, "No way..."
I smiled and didn't say anything more. I took her suitcase and took her to the hotel by taxi, planning to drop off our luggage first and then check in the afternoon.
At the hotel, everything went as planned, no problems. The receptionist said there was only one major issue... She looked a little embarrassed, probably wondering what a coincidence, but she was clearly hesitant and didn't readily discuss going elsewhere. Of course, I couldn't rush things, so I immediately followed my plan: I arranged for S to stay in the room, left my luggage there temporarily, and called a five-star hotel to book a room. Just
then, the phone rang (actually, it was the alarm I had set earlier). After a few affected words, I told S, "The XX Hotel (five-star) said they can't hold my room. It's getting late; I missed their 6:30 call. I was having too much fun, and now they don't have any rooms available."
I said, "Go back quickly. I'll try to negotiate there. If it really doesn't work, we'll find an internet cafe. I used to do that all the time when I was in school.
" I quickly said, "But it's me going to the internet cafe, how could I let the owner suffer?"
I said, "That makes sense, but you're dressed like this today, even a decent person like me can't stand it. You went to the internet cafe and got taken advantage of, and now you're blaming me."
S blushed and hesitated for a moment, then said, "How about we both stay in that room? Our luggage is there anyway, so it's like I'm saving the owner money. Boss, you can use the money you saved to treat me to H?agen-Dazs, and we can play a little longer."
I glanced at S and said, "Don't get any ideas about me, I'm married."
S laughed and hit me, then eagerly tugged at my sleeve to go get something to eat. So we played until after 11 pm that day before going home.
Actually, S Her face was certainly nice, but only averagely handsome, the delicate type, probably above 80 points, but not quite 85. Her chest wasn't particularly prominent, but her legs were incredibly alluring; I'd give her a 90 before seeing her naked.
Back at the hotel, we double-checked our declarations (both were from the first day), then showered and went to bed. S showered first, and when she came out, she was wearing a loose white t-shirt, no bra, her nipples were clearly visible, and her panties were hidden under the t-shirt. Her two long, straight, white legs were clearly visible.
I couldn't resist immediately; I got hard. I had changed into loose shorts, so my erection was immediately visible, and S definitely saw it too. I deliberately didn't hide it, and exaggeratedly looked her over, making S very embarrassed.
I smiled calmly and said, "It's been a while since I've used it. When you're feeling a bit horny, a shower will fix it.
" I paused for a moment, my face flushing slightly. Without saying much, I went straight to take a shower. When I came out, S was already sitting in bed, leaning against the headboard reading her speech. We took out the two sets of blankets the hotel had provided, one for each of us. I said, "Get some rest, you'll do well on your application tomorrow," then pulled out the speech, pulled up S's blanket, tucked her into bed, touched her forehead, and turned off the light.
As I turned off the light, I glanced at S; her face was flushed, incredibly cute. I'm sure she saw the bulge in my underwear. I almost pounced on her, but I restrained myself, and the night passed peacefully.
I thought carefully. S still has two years until graduation, and we have a long time to get to know each other. If I'm too hasty, getting her won't be a problem, but I can't guarantee her trust in me won't be compromised, and I don't know what problems might arise later. With the groundwork laid, I trust S... Her trust in me was exceptionally strong, and she clearly had a good impression of me, so my plan was to make the work process more natural and avoid being too impulsive. The five-day meeting only officially started tomorrow, so there was still plenty of time to arrange things.
The presentation on the second day went well. To my surprise, S had prepared a very beautiful outfit: a black blazer and skirt, paired with a light pink blouse, flesh-colored stockings, black high heels, and a pair of non-prescription glasses. She looked exceptionally intellectual, and her stage presence was excellent. It wasn't important at all.
After the afternoon meeting ended, I praised her highly, and S was very happy. I suggested we go out to celebrate that evening, and S was delighted. So I took her to a bar in the city center. I chose a relatively lively bar; S is usually quite quiet, and I thought a lively bar might stimulate her more emotional side.
At first, she was a little reserved, but after a few drinks, she became more lively. She told me it was her second time in such a place; she had been once before with her classmates and found it too noisy and not very enjoyable. But this time, she was clearly more relaxed. After having a few more drinks, we went to the dance floor. She hadn't danced much, but she had a great figure, and even a casual sway was very attractive.
S didn't react much, just stuck out her tongue and smiled.
We played until after 11 pm, then took a taxi back to the hotel. She was quite tipsy and kept leaning on my shoulder the whole way. I took her hand tightly. When we entered the room, her face was still flushed. At the Guanshan Bridge, we looked at each other for a moment, and I thought the opportunity was right, so I kissed her.
She responded passionately, and we kissed passionately for a full five minutes at the door, starting with a deep French kiss. As I kissed her cheek and her white neck, her breathing became heavier. I kissed her earlobe, and she began to tremble slightly. When I tentatively slipped my tongue into her ear canal, she finally couldn't help but groan.
I couldn't hold back any longer and directly untied her skirt. She wrapped her arms around my neck, not only not resisting but also cooperating by twisting her legs and waist, letting the skirt slide down her legs to the floor.
As I kissed her neck, my hands slipped under the hem of her shirt, gently caressing her slender waist. Her moans grew more frequent. My hands reached inside her pantyhose, kneading her firm, soft buttocks. Her legs began to writhe restlessly, a mixture of welcome and resistance, it was hard to tell. But when my index finger slid along the edge of her panties towards her secret garden, her entire body suddenly twitched, and a short, alluring sound escaped from deep within her throat. My fingers told me that her garden was ready to welcome my intrusion, so I picked her up and carried her towards the room.
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(Some people think that the method described above to trick a girl into having sex is very effective, but in reality, it really depends on luck. If there are many hotels around, this method will definitely not work. The girl's own intentions are also very important. All the groundwork I laid beforehand was to make everything seem natural, but in fact, the prerequisite for everything is that the girl has feelings for you, or rather, that she herself wants something to happen, so the story can continue.
Regarding the girl's feelings, I've always been able to sense them. Her outfit when she got off the bus showed that she had carefully prepared, because she rarely dresses like that before. Perhaps she was trying to keep a low profile at school, but that's only part of the reason. Therefore, the sex scene is quite natural.
Actually, girls are very sensitive, especially girls like S...) This kind of clever girl wouldn't completely trust such a little trick, so it was actually a test. I'm giving her an excuse; you decide whether to accept it based on your feelings for me. After we developed a regular friends-with-benefits relationship, I didn't tell her my plans, but I believed she sensed them. However, a clever girl accepts it without going overboard or bringing up the topic.
Throughout the process, my biggest worry was that she would say no at some point. If that happened, even if I got her, the relationship wouldn't be good later. So I always left myself room to maneuver; if it didn't work out, I'd back off without leaving a trace. Couldn't I find a hotel?
The next day, I took her to a bar. Slow bars are good places for flirting, but that's not for all girls. For a submissive, a lively bar is actually more effective. The result proved I was lucky. It's not that I ultimately slept with her, but rather that I later discovered... She was a quiet girl on the outside but open-minded on the inside, and her boyfriend clearly wasn't pushing her enough.
Later, under my guidance, we tried many exciting things, many of which my wife and I had never tried. We put these into practice with her (for example, keeping a sex diary, recording the details of our lovemaking, which I'll talk about later). She enjoyed it and was very cooperative. I think this was partly due to trust and dependence, and partly due to the immense pleasure brought by the affair (a student-teacher relationship before confirming a romantic relationship is somewhat like a semi-sexual relationship), which made her feel very high because she and I... She said she would never do that with her boyfriend. She didn't explain why, but I guess she was afraid her boyfriend would think she was promiscuous, so she felt more comfortable with her boyfriend.
She has never broken up with her boyfriend, which is something I want to see and have always encouraged. Throughout our relationship, I've consistently instilled the idea of separation in sex in her. I don't know how much she's taken to heart, but it's definitely had some effect. PS: Not wearing a bra isn't really an implication. Sleeping in a bra isn't a good habit for women; it's bad for their health. At least they wear underwear, right? Although I didn't see any, I think it's acceptable.
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I gently placed S on the bed, her arms still wrapped around my neck. I kissed S's lips again, and her response was even more intense than before, sucking my tongue hard, as if she wanted to suck my tongue entirely into her mouth.
My hands were freed, and I unbuckled my belt. As we kissed, I pulled down my pants, then pushed S's arms aside and placed her hands above her head. S's eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips trembled slightly. Her upper body was still neatly dressed, even wearing her glasses, but her lower body, without the protection of her short skirt, revealed a pair of slender, beautiful legs, tightly embraced by flesh-colored pantyhose, shyly pressed together, rubbing slightly.
I'm a leg enthusiast, and my attraction to S is largely due to her beautiful legs. I've heard before that S's calves are very shapely; compared to her delicate ankles, her calves don't appear particularly thick. Every time she wears a skirt, I can't help but steal a glance. This time was the first time I fully appreciated her beautiful legs. Her legs were very long; I hadn't measured the exact length, but the overall visual proportions were exceptionally pleasing. The curves of her thighs and calves were equally even, slender and long.
At the end of her legs was a pair of white cotton panties covered by pantyhose. My first thought was, "These legs paired with such stockings, if only they were also paired with transparent lace lingerie, would be perfect." Of course, this was something I had always thought... The fantasies I harbored deep in my heart later came true, but that's another story.
My second idea was that I couldn't resist any longer, so I hooked the sides of her pantyhose around her waist, pulling them down to her knees along with her underwear.
After removing her last line of defense, I was shocked. First, the skin on her legs was beautiful; second, the pubic hair above her private area was sparse and light-colored; third, there was a very noticeable wet patch on her underwear, which made me even happier. Just such a little teasing, and she was so wet, proving my adorable... She was still very sensitive.
I pulled the pantyhose and underwear off one of her legs, leaving the stockings half-on on the other leg, with the panties hanging on her small ankle. I lifted S's two long legs, held her small ankles, and slowly entered her body (I didn't forcefully penetrate because I guessed that S and her boyfriend had limited sexual experience, so a gentle and delicate approach might be more effective in arousing her body; later conversations confirmed that my guess was accurate, and I consider myself quite honored).
Upon entry, S let out a soft meow, like a kitten, her whole body tensing, her legs straightening. After fully entering, I didn't rush to thrust, but gently called S's name to help her relax. Only when S's body gradually softened did I begin to slowly thrust.
S's vagina was warm and tight, indicating it hadn't been overly developed. The fact that she didn't strongly resist my movements suggested she had plenty of sex with her boyfriend. Her sensitive body also provided ample lubrication for our encounter.
I tried a three-shallow-one-deep insertion method, gently attacking S. Each time I penetrated deeper, S would involuntarily let out a lovely moan (later, after I had fully opened her up, she said she intentionally cooperated with me, making those moans for me to hear, but I thought she was lying).
S asked, "What should we do then?"
However, after less than two minutes of this thrusting, I realized I had made a mistake. Because S's vagina was quite tight, the three shallow thrusts didn't provide much stimulation for her, but they didn't diminish the stimulation for me much. Furthermore, I kept holding her ankles, forcing her legs to bend slightly, so I could admire her beautiful legs during sex. S's legs were clearly a level above my wife's, and those legs were exactly my weak point.
As for the thrusting speed, I used the same speed as when I have my wife. After not having sex for a long time, the pleasure from this method made it difficult for me to last long. If this continued, I might not even have time to pull out before ejaculating inside S, which could have serious aftereffects.
Faced with this situation, I had no choice but to persevere. So I changed my approach, slowing down the pace of my thrusts while increasing the range of motion. Each time I withdrew, I tried to pull as far as possible to the entrance of S's vagina , while each time I thrust, I made sure to go all the way in. Each time I thrust to the deepest point, S would still involuntarily make a cute sound, but the frequency of my thrusts into S actually increased.
With each thrust, S's body gradually began to cooperate with my movements involuntarily. Each time I was about to thrust to the deepest point, S's waist would lift slightly, and her body would contract slightly, gradually increasing the amplitude. Her legs, which I had lifted, would also involuntarily bend a little.
While feeling the heat emanating from S's lower body, I watched her fair little feet sway rhythmically in front of me. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick the space between the big toes of her stockinged feet. This sudden stimulation was obviously unexpected by S. She gasped, her whole body trembled violently, and her legs simultaneously arched. Her fierce resistance almost made me ejaculate. I cursed myself for not being prepared enough and quickly withdrew from her body.
Later I learned that she and her boyfriend rarely used doggy style because she thought...shy...strange ideas, but that's what she told me...
I gently turned her body over, helped her into position, her body was soft and cooperated with my movements. I successfully removed her coat, shirt, and white bra. During this process, her head was always lowered, so I couldn't see her expression, but I could see her profile, the redness had spread to her ears, her entire cheeks were a shy red.
At first glance, her hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, completely exposing her neck. Like her legs, her neck was slender, long, and very fair. Her shoulders had soft lines. She supported herself on the bed with her hands, while I pressed down on her waist, causing her entire back to arch backward. From this angle, her shoulder blades looked exceptionally sexy. Moving down to her waist, her lines quickly narrowed and then widened, forming full, rounded buttocks, reminding me of the term "peach buttocks."
I've mentioned I'm a leg fetishist; I don't know how other leg fetishists view buttocks, but personally, I prefer buttocks to breasts. That's why S is so attractive to me.
Not only her calves, but when she wore jeans in the fall, the curve of her buttocks was clearly visible. But after seeing her naked, I would give her a 95 out of 100. Her buttocks were not only sexy in curve, but her skin was also very good, without any bumps. Moreover, her buttocks were naturally perky, not the kind that were artificially enhanced by pants.
I held S's waist and slowly thrust deeply for less than half a minute before I couldn't help but spread her waist and move on to her buttocks. I grabbed S's snow-white buttocks with both hands, kneading them in a circular motion as I thrust in and out. Each deep thrust was precisely when her two buttocks were spread widest, her vagina and anus being slightly opened.
S's moans became softer and longer. My thrusts became slower, but each time I was close to the deepest point, I would thrust in hard, letting my belly and thighs collide with S's beautiful buttocks and legs. This impact could slow down my ejaculation, and for S, each thrust could bring her stimulation. However, no matter how I played around, the long-dormant sexual desire, under the impact of S's graceful figure and warm vagina, couldn't last long.
I regretted being a bit too hasty and not having time to bring condoms, even though I had prepared them. There was a set of ribbed condoms and a set of extra-lubricated ones in my laptop bag—two sets planned… but I didn't use them…
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(Regarding some friends' questions, I want to make an explanation. First of all, I don't want to emphasize the accuracy of this article; just treat it as fiction, but it's to popularize some common knowledge.)
I withdrew a little too quickly, and S trembled again. Before S could recover, I held her waist, leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "Let's do it from behind." S paused for a moment, smiled at me with narrowed eyes, and didn't object.
I calmed myself down and slowly pushed S in again. Her figure. At the moment of penetration, she tried to move forward slightly, but my hands gripped her waist, and the penetration from behind gave me even greater visual stimulation.
First of all, supervising graduate students at 35 is actually quite normal in today's universities, especially in near-first-class universities. For first-class universities, it depends on the specific major, some are difficult and some are easy. Second- and third-class universities are another matter. So for some universities, it is relatively late to become a master's supervisor at 35.
Secondly, many academic conferences nowadays are just about buying acceptance, and it is very normal to be unable to attend temporarily. This kind of situation between a man and a woman is naturally more about luck, haha. But if it were 3 men and 1 couldn't attend temporarily, would it be easier to accept? Anyway, I have no interest in gay people.
Thirdly, I personally feel a little uncomfortable with the term "professor". The so-called mentor (in English, it is called supervisor, which can be translated as boss) and graduate student (in English, it is called graduated student) (This refers to students who have already graduated.) The relationship between a supervisor and a graduate student is similar to that of a boss or subordinate. It's extremely rare for a supervisor to have an affair with their own student unless they're incredibly audacious, because they're afraid of getting into trouble—a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, right? However, it's quite normal for a "teacher" and "student" to have a romantic relationship if they're not in a direct superior-subordinate relationship
. So don't get angry. Think about it from another perspective: how would you feel if your boss had an affair with a subordinate? Actually, some female doctoral and master's students do have serious intellectual problems. These people are generally found in older graduate students in the past. This is partly due to the times. Nowadays, female graduate students are generally excellent in both appearance and inner qualities, but they still face some slander. I think one type is arrogance, which is easier to deal with. The other is purely a loser's mentality—they can't have what they want and yet they say it's sour grapes; they deserve to be losers forever. I hope those who misunderstand are the former type, and after my explanation, stop spreading rumors.
Of course, even thieves have their code of honor. I've heard of some professors threatening students with graduation, and whatever the reason, such behavior is absolutely despised in the field. In real life, it's extremely rare, and I certainly wouldn't do such a thing.
But teachers aren't saints either. In today's salary system, which is even worse than that of elementary school teachers, doing their job well, teaching, conducting research, and maintaining basic moral standards is enough to justify their meager salaries. Why expect the horse to run without feeding it? Besides, from what I've encountered, the university professors are generally above average in character. Of course, there are bad apples everywhere, and we won't discuss individual cases. Even among party members, there are good people, right?
Finally, there's the issue of the so-called "extermination of nuns." I'm furious. Talking about professors is one thing; I sometimes call my friends corrupt officials, and everyone laughs it off—often it's just a joke. But why should those young, beautiful, and intelligent girls be talked about like that? I always thought that people who say such things are dark-hearted and have low self-esteem.

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