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 The college's students weren't Professor Enfer's only targets.  It occurred
to him one day, that he had always enjoyed waiting for a meeting with the
Dean.  It wasn't that Dean Bombast was anything worth waiting for.  In
fact, Professor Enfer couldn't stand him, but Miss Stark the secretary made
the wait worthwhile.  Sitting in his chair and trying to eye her
unobtrusively had led to several fun fantasies, but why not make one of
them come to life?

   He arranged one day to be waiting in the Dean's office, late when no one
else would be present, and on a day when he knew that the Dean wouldn't be
in.  As expected, Professer Enfer was made to wait for as long as it took.
He didn't mind at all.  In fact, he had taken the bold precaution of
slashing one of the Dean's tires before coming here in order to insure his
privacy with Miss Stark.  "I expect him to return any moment now," she
assured him, just as she always did.

   Professor Enfer took his seat and watched her for a minute or so, eyeing
her openly instead of slyly.  Miss Stark was used to the looks that she got
from men, but it wasn't usually this blatant and it bothered her.  It
bothered her enough to look up at him with a disapproving eye.  Professor
Enfer's eyes were magic though and the fun was about to begin.

   She was a very pretty, fair skinned twenty nine year old with bright
blue eyes behind her formal glasses.  Her sandy blonde hair, as always, was
in a businesslike bun.  Her expression changed to confusion when, without
meaning to, she tossed aside the papers she was holding.

   She remained seated as she rolled her chair around the desk to where the
Professor could see her better.  The magic power kept her from making a
sound, but her eyes were wide behind their glasses and her mouth opened in
shock.  She turned the chair sideways and, all on its own, her skirt began
to rise up her thighs.  Professor Enfer's eyes also widened at the sight of
that lovely, milky white skin.  Then she turned in her chair to face him.
Unwillingly, she put her legs apart, giving the Professor a great upskirt
view of her panties.  "Red," he commented, "A nice choice."

   She was even more surprised when her blouse began unbuttoning itself. 
The top button, then the next, then the next.  She was horrified to realize
that the Professor was somehow doing this, and she was helpless to stop it.
Her blouse remained buttoned only at her waist.  It opened up to reveal her
white bra.  "Exceptional," the Professor commented.  Then with a quick
gesture, he caused her bra to snap in the middle and open up so that he
could see her wonderful tits.  They were precious, pink nippled tits, just
below medium sized.  The Professor's magic eyes caused them to lift, then
to drop.  He was pleased to see how well they bounced.  He did it again. 
Bounce.  And again.  Bounce.

   Miss Stark glared at him with almost tangible contempt.  The Professor
smiled politely.  Then his eyes looked down in between her legs.  Her
expression turned fearful, knowing what would follow.  Her skirt slid up
just a bit further.  Then her red panties snapped away completely.  The
Professor ogled her nice dark bush.  He looked from her bush up to her
tits, then back down.

   He had her stand and her skirt fell back down, covering her lower body.
Her breasts were still out in the open.  The Professor decided he wanted
her completely topless though, so his eyes tore her blouse away, then her
bra.  Miss Stark's shocked expression became a worried blush as the
Professor grinned broadly at her bare breasts.  He had her pose for him. 
Hands behind her head and arch the back.  Gorgeous!  Arms squeezing her
tits together.  Then, one hand behind her head as the other hand lifted her
skirt, giving him the sight of her beautiful bush as well.

   "Beautiful," he told her.  "Now, I think I want to see that perfect
ass."

   He could see anger and humiliation on her face and he loved it.  The
magic forced her to turn.  She stepped to the desk and put her hands on it,
bent over just slightly.  Her skirt lifted on its own.  Her butt was
strikingly well made.  It was perfectly rounded, not big or small, just
perfectly suited to her figure, especially with those tantalizing legs. 
Legs in sexy stockings.  The Professor usually stripped girls completely,
but those stockings would have to stay.

   He turned her back around, allowing her some freedom to cover.  Her arms
were pressed tightly over her boobs.  The Professor looked down at her
skirt, and it tore away entirely.  She tried to move one hand down to cover
up, but found that she couldn't.  Her tits escaped his view, but he was
free to stare at her muff all he wanted.  Totally naked now, Miss Stark
felt infuriatingly exposed.  Then, despite her best attempts to resist the
power of the magic eyes, she got up on her desk and took a seat facing the
Professor.  He had her put her legs apart and lean back, giving him a great
view.  Nice as it was, and as much as he loved that bush, he wondered about
the lips that it covered.  So his eyes made all that dark fur just
disappear.  Miss Stark had thought her embarrassment had peaked but she was
wrong.  This, looking down at her own smooth and bare pussy lips and
knowing that Professor Enfer was looking too, brought the deepest blush to
her face.

   Then she got down again.  The Professor was still staring at her sexy
bare beaver.  He had her turn again, and for his last look had her bend
over, legs apart a bit, so that he could see that pussy from behind.  He
committed that image to memory and left her there, but only after causing
all of her clothing to shred to useless, tiny scraps.

   Naked and enraged, Miss Stark wondered how she could get to her car
without anyone else seeing her.