Shocked, but Helda helps explain

“Oh God,” Libertygirl whispered.

Helda’s hands slowly began to massage Libertygirl’s shoulders. “You were great,” she said warmly.

The heroine shook her head. “No. No. What…Oh God. What have I done?” She buried her face in her hands, feeling the sudden shame as it all came down around her. Here she was, a hero of the city, sitting naked on a couch with only her mask on after being fucked by a shemale counsellor to her own college. What had come over her?

“Nothing,” Helda murmured. “You did nothing wrong. Nothing at all.” Despite herself, Libertygirl found herself relaxing beneath the woman’s talented fingers. It was so easy to give in. She rolled her shoulder as Helda’s touch dug deeply into her muscles, compelling them to relax.

“I…I should go.” Her weak attempt to rise was forestalled by Helda’s gentle push back down.

“Libertygirl, calm down. Nothing bad has happened. Only something good. Remember our chat?” Libertygirl wriggled at the soothing voice that slipped into her ear. They had spoken…Talked about stress. Stress was bad…She inhaled slowly, and that familiar, intoxicating scent filled her again. Dusky and with a spice that made her feel warm all over. “You only did what you needed to do,” Helda crooned. “Isn’t it better to get those sorts of urges out of the way here? Where you’re safe?” Libertygirl felt the soft cushions of Helda’s breasts as the older woman pulled the heroine against her, nipples hard as rock digging into her. “You can relax with me, Libertygirl. We all have our secrets. I’ll respect yours.” A kiss danced across Libertygirl’s neck. “And you can respect mine.”

She jumped slightly as something prodded her ass, and when she realized what it was, blushed even harder. Libertygirl bolted to her feet and turned around sharply. Helda looked mildly surprised, and then her face melted into calmness once more. She reclined on the couch, utterly at ease in her own nudity.

“I…Listen. This…” Libertygirl’s eyes were drawn to the cock between the counsellor’s muscular legs. She swallowed thickly as Helda began to lazily stroke herself. “This…This didn’t happen. I…If you tell anyone about it, I’ll-“

“Libertygirl,” Helda interrupted sternly in her best disappointed teacher voice, as though she had just finished marking a poor exam rather than fucking her on the couch. “I’m surprised at you. I promised I would keep your secret, and I most certainly won’t betray your trust.” Helda sighed and leaned back, her hand beginning to increase its pace on her stiffening cock. “Libertygirl, I am a professional. You are a bit confused at the moment, and I can hardly blame you. Everything seems to be moving fast. But, I think that if you take a little time to think about it, you will realize this was really your best option. After all, you begged to have me inside of you.”

Libertygirl felt her face growing redder beneath the mask. “I…”

“Now, as your counsellor, I suggest you come back to me whenever you feel over stressed again. I am confident that between us, we’ll be able to resolve any lingering issues. After all, if you want to keep being a hero, it is important to not only take care of your physical health, but mental as well. Now, I suggest you gather up your clothes and get dressed. As attractive as you are, if you ran around the school naked I’m afraid you would draw a fair amount of attention.”

Libertygirl did not move at once. The utterly surreal situation of the large blonde woman giving her a lecture while masturbating her cock on the very couch she had just fucked her on stunned her. Then Helda’s words sank in and she hastily did as instructed, gathering up her costume from where it had been tossed about and hastily putting it back on.

Helda idly watched. With a sigh she released her cock and walked towards Libertygirl. “Dear me,” she muttered. “Here. Let me help.”

Libertygirl felt powerless before the taller woman and could only stand, red and shaking with humiliation as Helda, still utterly nude, straightened out the heroine’s costume with a business-like air.

“There,” Helda said, giving the heroine’s star spangled bra a final adjustment. “You look magnificent my dear. Now, best be on your way. And remember, if there is anything you need, please don’t hesitate to call. Here.” Reaching over, Helda plucked a card from her desk and gave it to Libertygirl. “It has my personal phone number. You may feel more comfortable meeting next time somewhere other than my office. Best of luck.”

As if hypnotized, Libertygirl walked out of the door. She heard it shut behind her, but still failed to react as she moved down the hall, clutching the card like a life line to her breasts.