CONQUEST TWO -- Part 3 THE NERDY PROFESSOR
..."GO TO YOUR OFFICE," the magnificent KIKI commands backing away and closing the cape. Stanley's professionalism and restraint has vanished. Silently he gets to his feet, shuffles to the desk to retrieve his books and leaves the classroom. Scurrying down the hall he fumbles in his pocket for his keys. They rattle against his cage with a muffled, metallic sound. Entering and sinking into his chair he tries to compose himself.
A minute goes by, then two, then ten. Desperation sets in. He hoped for HER to follow and invade his small space and, and...do something with him, to him, anything, Anything! Now an aching disappointment overcomes him as he sullenly begins packing up to go home.
Abruptly the door swings open and MZ. RYDER enters. Swiftly shutting and locking the entry, SHE pivots tossing the cape aside. HER shocking beauty and sudden colossal presence drives Stanley to his knees. He now sees HER close-up, deeply tanned skin glistening with sparkling body oils, tits tautly stretching the halter top, skirt riding low on hips and just barely below HER crotch. "Ohh, KIKI," he moans.
""QUEEN KIKI," the cruel, blonde knockout announces, smartly snapping fingers and pointing to the floor.
"Yes, Queen," he corrects himself, crawling forward and bending to kiss HER boot as he had been doing a short time ago. This time he notices a bracelet surrounding HER ankle, attach to it are several small keys. A shiver shakes his body and he moans, "Is, is one of th, those mine?"
"NO, MY SWEET SILLY BOY," he hears from above, "THESE ARE FOR MY BULLS." SHE brushes him aside, striding to his desk and adds, "YOURS IS PROBABLY LOST SOMEWHERE IN ONE OF MY PLAYROOMS."
Stanley's apparent insignificance to HER cuts like a knife. "Pleezz," he whimpers, continuing on about the tightness of the cage.
"DON'T GET HARD, BABY," SHE teases an impossible solution leaning back to slide onto the front surface of his desk; legs spreading slightly and mini creeping up sleek, powerful thighs. Stanley is unable to resist the temptation and gazes upward. Both HER hands are splayed out over the crimson rubber displaying extremely long polished nails and rings on nearly all fingers.
Ever so slowly HER two index fingers move to the skirt's edge and curl under it. The dim office light reflects off of the revealed vision. A naked, sopping wet pussy with opened and inviting petals surrounding a hard upright clit. The tip of a finger massages around on the swollen protrusion and a soft, yet demanding voice enters Stanley's ears, "GET ME OFF, MY LITTLE BOY-TOY."
Associate Professor James at this moment is no longer in control of his raging desire, no longer aware of his wife, his marriage or his career. ONDEA (aka KIKI) has broken him like so many, many males before this one. His lips suckle, his tongue swirls, his mind empties of any and all he is. HER taste is divine, HER aroma intoxicating, and as HER juices flow into his mouth and down his throat they are becoming wantonly addictive...
...how long Stanley services this sex goddess is unknowable, so lost is he in HER pleasure. SHE humps his face savagely, a constant, firm grip on his hair allows HER to move him at will where SHE wants as KIKI orders what SHE wants, seldom letting him gasp for breath. HER stilettos shred the back of his shirt and carve furrows into his flesh, while SHE growls and hisses through several exquisite orgasms.
