ONDEA is truly the Amazon Goddess Extraordinaire. HER exotic beauty and erotic audacity are off the charts. Getting whatever, or whoever, SHE wants is assumed now. Yet in HER college career that wasn’t completely the case. Of course SHE dated the hottest guys on campus and by HER senior year possessed a personal stable of stallions unequaled by any other ten coeds. When SHE graduated, ONDEA suddenly and quite cruelly dumped all those bull males leaving them brokenhearted and adrift. But, surprisingly, in that group there were no professors. SHE simply didn’t need to fuck them for grades as SHE was a straight ‘A’ student. Still, after attaining the domme playgirl status SHE luxuriates in now, ONDEA,on occasion, gets the itch to corrupt just one little teacher-man. SHE has recently decided to scratch that itch.

CONQUEST TWO — PART One THE NERDY PROFESSOR

Oh, there are so, so many from which to choose. HER research team has dossiers on at least twenty young, cute, married specimens. After another period of totally discrete vetting SHE has narrowed the list to three. Each seems perfect for HER brief, but quite nasty, plan. An escapade like this could be accomplished by HER in hours, but ONDEA will prolong the devilishness for a week. Decisions, decisions? Finally SHE has one of HER live-in slave-girls lay out their photos face down and SHE points at the winner (i.e. loser.)

Its name is Stanley James, a 26 year old Associate Professor of Economics at one of the California state universities. He’s been in the position for two years after attaining his Masters and a year after marrying his best friend’s younger, mousy-looking Sister. ONDEA knows this is not much of a challenge for HER, but its still going to be wickedly satisfying. SHE is going back to school next Monday.

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The 1:30 section of Econ 101 is held in the main auditorium because of the large class size. The tiered space is designed to hold nearly a hundred and at least three quarters of the seats are being filled still, even after a week of transfers and drops. Professor James is pleased with the number of students he attracts. He believes he nurtures interest and a high degree of participation in an important, but decidedly dull topic. Several people even audit his class which certainly shows his success.

He enters the room at exactly 1:29 and deposits his text and various papers on the desk as the din of kids conversations slowly subside. “Good Afternoon Everyone,” he cheerfully calls out and a modicum of quiet ensues. “Well it appears we have the final group of students taking this section resolved, so I’d like to announce some of my information for you all now.”

In the next few moments he gives his contact information, cell phone, office location and hours. Then he talks in brief about grading, quizzes and tests.

As he is scanning his papers for anything else, there is the creaking sound of a door opening. A few people in the back rows look around and Mr. James squints up into the darker rear of the room. The ravishing female he sees enter is ONDEA, the sexy siren that will soon become his obsession.

Quite obviously capturing his attention, SHE descends the shallow steps. The crack of HER high heels echos loudly as he stares at the fur and leather-clad blonde bombshell. SHE slithers down into an aisle seat and dramatically crosses HER legs. Mr. James clears his throat and attempt to proceed. “Ahh, well, ahh I need to ask if there is anyone auditing my class?”

There is no immediate response so he continues, “Well…” but a sultry female voice interrupts, calling out, “I AM.” Again gazing up he sees HER hand raised, gold bracelets sliding down over a black, finger-less driving glove. “Yes,” he says with a catch in his speech, “Name please.”

“KIKI…KIKI RYDER.” Murmurs abound and heads turn.

He hesitates, feeling his face flush and his knees wobble. “O.K., ahh, please see me after class.”

“OHH, I WILL, PROFESSOR JAMES,” SHE gushes suggestively. Some low snickers and groans follow.

He recognizes he needs to settle himself and the class, so he blurts, “Shall we get to today’s lesson.” For the next forty-five minutes he struggles through his lecture trying to concentrate and not look at HER. Avoiding KIKI is quite impossible because SHE is in his direct line-of-sight when glancing up. SHE is not taking notes. SHE is texting on HER phone. SHE occasionally stares at him and smiles slyly. SHE is so fucking gorgeous.

Tiny beads of sweat form on his forehead, and he stammers several times before he mercifully comes to the end of his material. He directs the reading for the next class, and asks if there are any questions.

SHE raises HER hand and twists HER wrist causing light to refract wildly through several diamond rings, “DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME NOW, MR, JAMES?” His eyes meet HER’s and a chill pervades his whole body. His single word comes out as a squeak, “Yes.” ONDEA smiles mischievously stretching out HER leg into the aisle giving him a clear view of HER boot adorned with glittering jewelry and a nasty-looking spur.

“See everyone on Wednesday,” he manages to blurt out, looking down on his desk trying to calm down. The students file out rapidly, noise and talk rising to a near crescendo before tapering into silence in the course of a minute. Finally he swallows hard and tips his head upward.

SHE is still seated; playing with HER exceeding long and luxuriously full platinum tresses. Bobbing HER glistening black ankle boot up and down SHE stares unassumingly around the room.

Stanley James shivers having never before experienced the amount of lascivious lust that now grips him. He clears his throat and meekly calls out, “Ahh, Miss.’

Abruptly SHE turns and glares at him, “MZZZ,” SHE corrects loudly.

“I, I’m, sa, sorry,” he apologizes.

“COME UP HERE, MR. PROFESSOR,” SHE purrs extending an arm and draping it over the adjacent seat back. This movement causes HER richly-colored fox jacket to spread open and revel shockingly enormous tits that bulge enticingly out from a brief leather halter top.

Without hesitation he staggers up the steps drawn by HER seductive aura. Reaching HER tier Stanley instinctively falls to one knee to be at HER eye level. A cunning grin forms on HER stunningly glamorous face and SHE coos, “WELL DONE, MY LITTLE PROFESSOR.”

At this close distance he simply cannot help but ogle the splendor of HER spectacularly displayed bod. Its flowing curves form a dramatic, eye-popping hour glass shape. A bare midriff, pierced navel and taut abs taper into a pair of glossy, painted-on black leather leggings, their skin tight smoothness seems to descend forever till they plunge into stiletto- heeled boots.

He realizes that he desperately longs to touch HER and caress HER and, ‘Oh gawd’ he’s so turned on already. “LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?” SHE deliberately recrosses HER legs so that a gold crotch zipper comes into view. “Ya, I mean, I di, didn’t me, mean…” “UMM, I,” SHE interrupts, emphasizing the ‘I’, “LIKED YOUR…” HER eyes brazenly inspect his torso before SHE concludes, “PRESENTATION.”

“KIKI WANTS MORE OF YOU,” SHE whispers, planting HER boots together on the tile floor and gracefully arising. James feels HER fingers slide into his curly hair; then ruffle it playfully. Petrified he stares directly at the deep crease in HER leather that forms a shameless cameltoe and the zipper that separates mouthwatering lips. A long glistening nail traces downward along the zip and the finger slithers into HER crotch.

“TONGUE… HERE,” he hears from above. It has been so long since Stanley has licked a Pussy. Not his Wife‘s because she doesn’t like that, surprisingly. Even though he knows its wrong, as well as highly dangerous in a classroom he cannot help himself. Leaning forward and seeing HER fingers splay out into an inverted “V” shape he touches the leather where directed. Then he licks upward, inhaling the musky scent of Sex. SHE places a hand on the back of his head and presses him closer. Stanley is lost now and strokes the metal zip frantically.

Abruptly MZ. RYDER backs away, turns and begins to saunter up the steps, deliciously tight Ass swaying hypnotically with each fluid stride. Stanley moans pathetically; never has he lusted more. When SHE reaches the landing SHE pivots, appearing incredibly imposing with a sly smirk and a beckoning finger, “COME WITH ME, TEACH.”

Getting to his feet, Stanley suddenly realizes that he’s hard as a rock. His boner is fully erect and oozing pre-cum into a puddle on his slacks. Yet his only thought is to follow her, and he does. They walk into the rear corridor, one seldom used and the one which SHE used to enter the class an hour ago.

HER soaring high heels echo loudly in the narrow, hard-surfaced space as SHE struts to one of the two small, poorly-lit, obviously little-used study carrells. “HERE,” SHE snaps at him pointing into the cubicle. Without a second thought he scurries over and starts to sit, but SHE grabs his waistband right next to his bulge and in seconds has his belt undone and his zipper down. “TAKE IT OUT!” The gorgeous amazon snarls.

Stanley is dumbstruck at the brazenness of this beauty and stammers, “I, I, umm, umm…”

“NOW!” HER eyes glowing intensely watching him quiver and obey. In his hands is a quite larger, raging hard-on. “UHHH, MY LITTLE PROF ISN’T SO LITTLE IS HE?” MZ. RYDER purrs teasingly as SHE steps forward to push him back into the confined space.

“TURN AROUND.” He does. “WANK IT FOR ME.” He hesitates, then feels HER hands on his arms and HER hair brushing against his neck. The tip of a tongue tweaks his earlobe and SHE whispers, “PLEEZZZ.”

Stanley closes his eyes and furiously pumps his throbbing cock. In mere seconds he tenses and whimpers as one ribbon, and then another of jizz shoots forth and splatters on the wood wall and seat. He thrusts his groin out, his hand a blur of motion. He wants more, and more.

“TILL WEDNESDAY…”

Stunned back to reality, he twists and looks behind him. SHE flips the fur back over HER shoulder, chuckling at the pitiful wreck of a male SHE has so mischievously wrought. SHE gives him a seductive wink and murmurs, “…BABE,” before briskly walking away.