He hadn't been quite sure how it happened, but posing as one of the instructors had proven to be quite entertaining, especially since he could hold students after classes for his own twisted desires. But, something happened that he hadn't quite expected. A student had been eyeing him for some time now, cute little thing and flirty as could be and the closer the exam got, the more flirty the young woman had become. She had invited him to her room for some tutoring, but somehow he had his doubts that any tutoring would be involved, especially since she had invited him to her room. Little did she know about the man she had propositioned, though she would find out in time, he figured.

Looking at the slip of paper she had written her room number down on, he looked up at the door. Right room. Tonight is going to be fun... He thought to himself as he knocked on the door, sticking the slip back in his pocket. Standing at the door when it opened would be the professor, dressed in a dark blue suit, top button of the shirt undone, faintly smelling of a subtle cologne and a long ponytail that reached almost to the floor. Emerald green eyes would look at her with a glint of interest.

Ana? You asked to talk to me, so here I am. He said.

Anagopt checked to make sure everything was ready. She had carefully placed racy photos of herself around her room. Careful cropping had hidden the identity of the men and made it seem that she was their sex toy instead of the other way around. She had set up two cameras, one in the foyer/study room and one in her bedroom aimed at the bed. The video that she will record tonight will not only look great on her website. It will also ensure that she passes his course.

Anagopt primped her clothes so that they were just so. She wore a cropped, pink, sleeveless T with a low neckline. Over her matching pink thong she wore a denim skirt that was even shorter than her uniform skirt (if that were possible). She had her hair in two pigtails, held that way by a pair of pink ribbons. Anagopt didn't wear any shoes, socks, or a bra. Despite her skimpy outfit, she still felt a bit uncomfortable with the heat. She had warmed her room to 85 to discourage her visitor from wearing so much clothing.

Soft jazz came from an mp3 player that would play tunes for a couple hours. Anagopt expected to chase the clueless teacher out before then. She could see it now. They'd both be naked. Anagopt would be pleasing his cock with her mouth and tongue. And she'd ask him to talk dirty to her. She would feign outrage and demand he leave at once. All the while she would be covering her tits with her arm in mock indignation. A frustrated boy is a controlled boy.

At the knock at her door, Anagopt pressed the button on her keyboard that started recording the video and hit the air with one, quick mist of her perfume for atmosphere. She went to the door and adjusted her hair and skirt a final time.

If frustration and desire don't hook him, the photos of his indiscretion certainly would. "After tonight, I won't even have to go to his class again", Anagopt says coyly.

When she opens the door, she nearly squeals with delight, "I'm so glad you came, professor. Come in. Come in." Her bare feet and his shoes increases their height difference to a full half foot. In her apparent giddiness, Anagopt leans over as she greets him. This adds to the height difference, something boys like. And it gives him an opportunity to view some cleavage as her top comes away from her skin. She gives him plenty of time to enjoy the view before stepping in the room to let him in. Once she's in the middle of the small foyer, she spins to look at him. The spin causes her skirt to reveal to the professor that she is wearing a thong. The spider smiles broadly at the fly in her web.

There was always something amusing about being invited into the room of the woman that he was about to rape, but playing along usually proved to be more than entertaining as well and considering that she had invited him into her dorm room, he was expecting that she was thinking to get some sort of advantage over professor Darkcrown with the exams coming, but she didn't know that the "Professor" wasn't even a teacher, just a devious monster in disguise. She'd find out soon enough, he figured.

When she opened the door, he could just feel the temperature difference between the hallway and the room, wondering if she did it to get him to remove clothing, or perhaps she just liked things a little bit warmer. Either way, he would more than happily play her game as he walked over towards her desk and placing the books on her desk, making note of the camera in the foyer and the little red light that meant that it was recording. Trying to blackmail? Devious...I like it. He thought as a grin slid across his face as he looked around at the racy photos. Oh yes, this would definitely be a trap for a normal professor. He was perfectly content to play this game with her at least for the time being. At least this wouldn't be boring.

The suit jacket came off almost immediately, the silk shirt ruffling against his skin as his lightly bronzed arms were bared to the elbow as he removed the tie and unbuttoned the top button of that shirt. Careful to stay out of the camera's eye the entire time, he realized that while she was clever to be sure, he was a little more so. Still dressed tastefully, it would be now that he would happily walk into the lair of the woman who perceived herself to be the spider when she more resembled the fly in the presence of the real spider.

It's a tad warm in here. Anyway, you said you needed to talk to me. What about? He said, more than happy to play the role of the clueless teacher while he was already starting to wonder just how long she could tease him before he got bored and just took her.

((Still in human form.))

Anagopt notes with a smile that the professor is enjoying her photos. After seeing her in pictures, he is sure to want to sample the goods in the flesh. This is going easier than she expected. He isn't even making a pretense of being offended by the photos. "Welcome to my web", she thinks.

"I'm sorry, professor. I always keep my room warm because I'm a nudist. Except when I have guests, I'm always naked as a jaybird in here", she says with a big smile, a giggle, and a pose to highlight the benefits of visiting a nude Anagopt. She is a little concerned that her victim is "off screen". But she is no amateur. Anagopt stands centered in frame while she talks to the professor.

The web porn star slash "student" will try to lure the professor in frame. But she knows enough not to spook him. If all else fails, Anagopt knows how to strip and have it look like someone is forcing her to do so. Then all she has to do is feign some injury and her fly would rush into frame to rescue her. "I'm worried about the test coming up. I don't think I'm getting it. I need help", the crafty minx says. "I'm hoping that you can help me out, professor."

She couldn't remember his name or even the subject of the class he taught. But those things wouldn't matter. He would soon tire of her calling him "professor" and tell her to call him by his first name, John, Bob, Reginald, or some such. As for the subject, her plan on passing his course had nothing to do with learning course material.

He was certainly amused with her ploy to try and lure him into the view of the camera, but he wasn't going to make this easier and when she struck her pose as if to entice him to undress her, it was certainly making things more difficult to not just jump her and take what he wanted, but it was the thrill of the game of cat and mouse that stopped him, simply giving her a grin that said that her mental imagery was not lost on him. But, he was perfectly content to sit and play this game with her and see how long it would take for her to make the mistake that would make it irresistible for him to transform and grab her. Already thinking about ravishing, a noticeable bulge began to form at the front of his body as he reached into his leather bag, pulling out a couple bottles of water, handing her the colder of the two. Here, I thought you might appreciate the gesture, Ana. He said, opening his bottle and drinking the water in his bottle, knowing that the other bottle was laced with the venom that would have her writhing in his clutches soon enough.

Still out of the frame, he sat in a chair outside the frame and reaching down into that bag of his once again, producing a textbook, flipping to about where the course material would be. So, if you need help, why don't you run and get your book and we'll go over the parts that you aren't understanding. I want you to pass the course, after all. He said, though his tone was implying that he would certainly be open to other methods of persuasion as far as her grade was concerned.

Taking the offered bottle of water from her professor, Anagopt notes with a sly smile the bulge growing in his pants. She opens the bottle and suggestively licks the liquid from the rim. She takes a drink and, making her voice as sultry as she can, she says, "delicious. I didn't realize how thirsty I was."

Anagopt takes a bigger drink. She drinks so fast that she cannot swallow the water quickly enough. Much of it gushes down her chin and on to her shirt. She brings a hand up, seemingly to stem the flow of water, but actually the hand helps spread the water over her shirt. Now her tits are soaked and her wet shirt becomes translucent. As an added benefit, the cold water affects her nipples which now strain as though attempting to poke two holes in her shirt.

"I drank that a little too fast! I was really thirsty", Anagopt says with another giggle. "I tried not to waste any of it. That was really good water." And it was very tasty. She drank most of it, losing only enough to get her shirt wet. The "professor's" venom slowly begins to take effect as she plays with the fly trapped in her web. She giggles again, this time at the thought of the professor leaving her room frustrated and ripe for blackmail.

"Rather than getting my text book, I'd like to try something else. I'm better with more intimate methods of learning, professor." Anagopt walks over to her professor and demurely holds out the empty bottle for him. "I certainly hope I can drink more liquid from you tonight. That was awesome." Even though the professor could be certain what she meant, this was actually Anagopt's way of being subtle. Even the way she held the bottle meant that at least his hand would have to come into frame to retrieve the empty.

As she took the bottle of water, even he had to admit being slightly shocked at the lengths she was going to to entice him sexually. But, he sat there perfectly calm and unmoving, simply enjoying the show as she soaked her own shirt, aware that she had drank more than enough to get the venom into her system, simply chuckling lightly as she put on her little show, toying with the fly in his web, still highly amused with the thought that she thought she had him where she wanted him.

Nothing special about the water, save for the water filter I use, Ana. He said, a simple shrug of his shoulders as he just put his hand up, not taking the offered empty bottle. I have plenty more bottles. You keep it. He said, simply listening to her saying how she was better with more intimate learning styles. Ah, I see. You are clever. I see exactly what you're doing, Ana. Luring me into your dorm room to seduce me so you don't have to take the exam and still pass the class. Rather devious, I must say. He said, still smirking and wondering just what her reaction would be now knowing that he had figured her plan, intentionally leaving out the part about the camera, wanting her to think that she still had the upper hand. Intentionally letting a dramatic pause build and watching to see her actions and words would betray before he spoke again.

I like devious, but the charade was rather unnecessary. If that was all you wanted, you should have said so. But, what makes you think that you are ready for me? How about you continue your seduction and we'll see where it goes. So, where would you like me to sit?

That the professor figured out that she would be offering to trade sex for grades doesn't shock Anagopt. This guy was pretty old, probably in his thirties. What does shock her is how he revealed her intentions without an air of righteous indignation. Men would either be clueless until she spelled it out for them. Or would catch on and keep quiet about it. She doesn't know quite how to handle this fellow. A look of confusion comes over her face as he speaks.

A look of relief comes over Anagopt's face as the professor confesses that he is willing to go along with her plans. Even better, he doesn't realize that she plans to blackmail him with the video. Despite herself, Anagopt moves her eyes to look at her webcam. The red light is on so all is good. His next words cause her to snap her full attention on the professor, a look of outrage on her face.

"What make me think that I'm ready for you?" Anagopt catches herself. She replaces her look of anger with a smile and a giggle. She's slipping by losing control like that. She can still reel in this fish. "I guess I have to earn my pillow time with you, professor", she says demurely.

She spins and walks over to a computer chair set against a wall. She unnecessarily bends forward to grab its arm rests. The result of that move is to cause Anagopt's skirt to ride up and give her target a good view of her bare ass. And she has a great ass. Lot's of guys compliment her on her ass. She rolls the chair towards her by standing upright. The spider sashays to the center of the room with the chair. And, making sure it is centered in frame, points to it with a smile. "Just sit right here, professor. From here you get a three hundred fifty degree view of my body", she says as she moves around the chair like a stripper around a pole. "I know that you'll like what you see. And I can demonstrate my talents better."

Looking over her prey, Anagopt thinks that maybe it would be okay to fuck him. He is really, really cute. She closes her eyes and shakes her head no. <Stick to the plan. I need him frustrated>, she thinks to herself. "Why don't you come over here and let me loosen that shirt for you?", she coos to him. "Come into my web", she says aloud but under her breath.

He had to admit that he was having a great deal of fun just watching the reactions from her as she simply just tried to figure him out, a pointless gesture really considering the plans that he had for her once he got bored of the mental exercises, which he was beginning to think would be soon, depending on just how good she was at whatever it was she was about to do, but there was only one way to find out. Watching her move about and show off her body to him made that bulge in his pants more prominent as he simply stood up and made his way to the offered chair, still noting the little red light and that the recording was still going. Good, she would have a copy of the pleasures she would feel at his hands to remember him by. How charming...

I'm looking forward to this, Ana. Makes a man wonder just what a little starlet like yourself has in store for me? He said, sliding into the offered chair and simply putting his hands on the armrests and looking at her with an unmistakable heat in his gaze. This was proving to be more entertaining by the minute. By all means, please loosen my shirt for me. I'm sure you'll enjoy it just as much as I will. He said, his voice cool and sultry. Yes, little fly, wander into my web... He thought to himself, simply smirking and waiting to see what the next turn of events would bring.

Anagopt smiles at the professor as she runs her hand from one shoulder to the other, across his chest. Her hand slides along his chest again, settling at his collar. She plays with the collar button for a moment, not to unbutton it but to determine what kind of buttons his shirt uses.

Happy with what she discovers, Anagopt removes her hand and bends down as if to kiss her teacher. Within inches of his lips, she diverts her mouth to the button at his collar. She undoes it with her teeth and tongue, her cheek and hair brushing his neck and face. She works her way down his shirt, undoing each button in turn. Stopping before the final button, she straightens up and says, "I'm hot too." She then slowly pulls her shirt up and off then tosses it to the floor. She then moves slightly behind her seated professor and leans over him to remove the final button with her hand. As she does so, one of her breasts slides against his cheek.

His shirt removed, Anagopt turns and straddles her teacher's knees. "How am I doing so far", she asks as she slides along his lap. A gasp from the girl as her pussy brushes over that wonderful bulge gives him a big clue that his venom is working. She finds it harder to think. She knows she wants to use him for something. But what is it? Sex? No, she wasn't going to let him have sex. It must be sex. She wants sex. She bites her lower lip as she continues to "grind" against her former victim. Her breath becomes more irregular and she looks at him like a starving man looks at a steak.

(Sorry for the delay. I've just had a serious case of Writer's Block.)

A cool smile rested on his lips as he simply watched as her talented tongue deftly unbuttoned each button of his shirt, exposing just a little more of his chest, simply reaching with his hands and giving her ass a firm smack as the buttons came undone. He was certainly enjoying the show so far, watching as her shirt came off, revealing her bare breasts before undoing the last button, brushing his cheek against her breast as it came close enough, even letting his tongue graze her nipple as it pulled away.

As she straddled his lap, he simply nodded to her question. Aren't you just the little temptress, Ana. I am certainly impressed so far. But, how long will you last? The last part kept to himself, simply watching as he could almost see her control unraveling, watching as her gaze only seemed to get hungrier by the moment. Watching, he could almost see her fighting with herself to maintain the edge that she never had to start with, but was so convinced she did. This was certainly entertaining to say the very least.

((Now it's my turn to apologize. I should be back on track now. ))

"I'm a really dangerous temptress", Anagopt responds to her former victim's query. Anagopt stands up and slips off her skirt, revealing the thong underneath. She wants to ask him if he likes what he sees. But desire is too strong and she quickly sheds the thong. Now completely nude in front of her victim, Anagopt begins to quiver with anticipation. She wants him to fuck her right there. But all he does is sit there with that stupid grin on his face.

She decides to take matters into her own hands. Anagopt drops to her knees and undoes his belt and unzips his pants. Before he can shift his weight, she begins to pull them off. "I want you!", she growls at her former victim. "Why won't you fuck me?"

Anagopt has lost her battle with his venom along with her patients. Her body glistens with sweat, more from her desire than from the heat. She feels like she will explode if she doesn't have his cock in her soon. Oh how could her plans have gone so far awry?

(One of these days, both of us will be online at the same time and the world could go up in flames. )

It was certainly entertaining seeing her coming unraveled already and he'd not even touched her yet. As her hands tugged on his pants, a simple shift of his hips had her sliding them off with no difficulties after that, the massive length of him bouncing free and erect for her to behold, his grin devious and more sexual than it had been moments before. So, a dangerous temptress, you say? Oh do feel free to tempt me all you want, beautiful... He said, his voice low and sultry, wondering just what she was going to do next.

Leaning forward, he removed the opened shirt, exposing his bare chest, his tan even from head to toe, a sign that he tended to lay outside naked to tan.

((It's always been that way. When you and I are on at the same time, the apocalypse cannot be far behind!))

Anagopt gasps as the huge member comes free of their pants Bastille. She can't keep her eyes off of it. Even as her teacher removes his shirt to exposed his finely toned and tanned chest, she stares and even drools at the thing.

"Tempt you", she says almost absently. She wants that cock inside her. She wants to swallow it. She wants it deep inside her pussy. Anagopt just wants it like she never has before. She seems hypnotized by his cock until she decides just what to do. She leans over and rests her chest on his lap. After briefly looking into her professor's eyes, she begins to lick the cock. Seeming to do that only to lubricate the member, she slides the cock into her mouth and begins bobbing her head. Each bob sends the member deeper and deeper into her throat. Sliding along his lap, her breasts seem to kneed his thighs as Anagopt satisfies some of her hunger.

As she moves she tries to remember why she lured the professor here. She wanted to trap him, she thinks. Maybe this is what she planned. It must be. Her plan to fuck the professor is going well. She grabs one of his hands and places it on her ass. She wants to explain that he's to finger her. But that would mean taking his cock out of her mouth. And that is just not going to happen.

That hypnotized look on her face as her eyes seemed ever so fixated on his massive cock was not unnoticed, but he said nothing as she slid between his legs, her tongue simply grazing the hard flesh that was stiff and erect, begging for her attentions before she began to slip him into her mouth, each stroke of her lips and tongue drawing him deeper into her mouth and throat, a throaty moan escaping his lips as she seemed very well versed in the art of oral pleasure.

Each brush of her breast against his thighs sent more jolts of pleasure through his body as she guided his hand to her ass and the message was not lost on him, slipping the very tip of his finger into her at first, her sheath tight and wet, as if she ached for him, her body hungry for all he could offer. All in time was a mantra that he played in his head as he simply relished in the little swipes of tongue and the soft caressing of her lips and even the tightening of her throat around him.

Slowly, he leaned forward, dipping that single finger into her until only the knuckle remained out of her hungry body, slight curlings of that finger, lazily exploring every inch of her that he could reach, only determined to hear what noises she would make, though he already knew that they would be muffled. He mused that how her plan seemed to have backfired, but the time was soon coming that she would realize just how grave her underestimation of him had been...