Penny's Revenge 2: Feminized by the Faculty Femme Fatale (Femdom Professor Bisexual Crossdressing)

By Arya Martin

Get ready for the return of Penny Blake, the sexy antagonist from the best-selling erotic quickie Penny's Revenge!

Neil's grades are slipping in Professor Blake's classes because she's so hot, he literally can't concentrate on the lectures. A powerful attraction evolves into an obsession, which leads to Neil, in a colossal lapse of judgment, snapping illicit photos with his phone of Professor Blake in her skimpy bikini at the archaeology department pool party.

It's when Neil accidentally emails those pictures to the archaeology department admin that things take a really bad turn. Penny Blake has proven in the past that she doesn't tolerate disrespectful young men, and, as before, the punishment will fit the crime—she'll feminize and humiliate her student, then give him a taste of his own medicine ... while also adding a new, very physical dimension to Neil's relationship with his beefy best friend, Tommy!

This sizzling quickie from best-selling author Arya Martin features female domination, crossdressing, sadomasochism, humiliation, first-time bisexuality, menage, toys, and more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Feverotica Books
• Release date: Oct 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311423955

Arya Martin

Arya Martin's never been into those buff, domineering, macho-type dudes. Even as a kid, when her sexuality was only just budding, she recalls she was more of a Luke girl than a Han girl; displayed a distinct preference for the Boy Wonder over the Caped Crusader.She also found herself, from a young age, paging eagerly through her Nancy Drew novels looking for the obligatory scene where the titular heroine and her friends were captured and tied up by the villain. Back then, she didn't know what it was; something about that kind of thing just made her feel all *fuzzy* in *places*.All this, once Arya reached sexual maturity and learned a thing or two about the world, translated into a distinct preference for sexual dominance and the kinkier varieties of love-play. Nothing's more charming to Arya than a bound and helpless young man (or woman—though she primarily prefers the former), simpering, batting his pretty eyelashes, and pleading for her mercy.Another of Arya's early childhood passions, as it happens, was writing. She's been spinning fanciful yarns in one medium or another from the moment she learned to hold a pencil.Given all of the above, a career writing femdom and feminization erotica just plain made sense for Arya. She finally dipped her toe in the pool in the summer of 2015—and hasn't looked back since!

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Penny’s Revenge 2

(Feminized by the Faculty Femme Fatale)

FEMDOM | PROFESSOR | BISEXUAL | CROSSDRESSING

by

Arya Martin

FEVEROTICA BOOKS

Published by Feverotica Books

Copyright 2015 by Arya Martin

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: A Very Naughty Student

Chapter 2: The Degradation of Nellie

A personal message from Arya

Connect with Arya

Bonus sneak peek: Mrs. Lovelock’s Little Lady

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Professor Penelope Harcourt-Blake. To this day, just the mention of her name makes me cringe from embarrassment—and gives me an instantaneous semi.

Professor Blake was my faculty advisor in the archaeology master’s program. She also taught two of my core curriculum classes first semester, Archaeological Ethics and Scientific Methods in Archaeology, so I got an eyeful of her a good solid ten hours a week. It was great for my fantasy life … not so hot for my grades. I was floundering between a B and a C in both her classes, and I needed at least a B in every core class to meet program requirements.

But dude, who can blame me for not hearing a word that came out of that perfect fucking mouth? I’d zone out on her pouty red lips, then my eye would trail down to her round, weightless breasts, the cleavage peeking out of her unbuttoned-just-enough buttondown, and then inevitably on to her perky backside in that pencil skirt, her sculpted legs tapering to small ankles and feet in businesslike black heels … and suddenly my imagination would be off to the races, and she’d be crawling toward me like a blonde, blue-eyed tigress in pigtails and lingerie, the tip of her tongue tracing her upper lip as she slipped her bra strap off her shoulder … and just like that, here I was trying to hide a full-ass erection under one of those tiny fucking college desks. (The giant fucking college books were, luckily,