Chapter Thirty Five

Sneaking through darkened hallways, Brodie marveled at how effective constant micro applications of Do-Me Dust were proving to be over a prolonged period.

These theatre nerds were actually changing into mega-horny, super-sexy versions of their characters. Well, they were all playing Fae though and there was one thing everyone knew about fairy sluts…

But the Director too? That loopy cunt was losing more marbles by the minute.

Her revised script was basically softcore porn. Brodie wasn’t a history aficionado but he was fairly sure the fateful Police Chief hadn’t banged the two warring factions into a peaceful resolution.

And that whole thing in rehearsal today, her angry advances and batshit excuse of a lesson had been hot. He’d been so turned on they nearly fucked right there on stage.

Instead, he settled for a sloppy blowy from the muscly Amazon chick who seemed to be getting dumber with every throatful of spunk she gleefully chugged.

The would-be **** dealer was also aware of some secondhand side effects despite personally avoiding the so-called ‘body glitter.’ There was no helping it. Every time one of the dust-slathered whores rubbed their sparkling bodies against him, jacked him with glittering hands and tits, or sucked him between glistening lips… it probably counted as a contact high.

He didn’t consider that a valid reason to stop them. Fuck, no!

Brodie’s skinny physique was slowly changing, developing a more rugged build that reminded him of the guys featured on the covers of trashy romance novels. The kind his mother used to read, swooning over “Rodrigo” or another bodice-ripping hunk.

With broader shoulders, chest and abs that could grace the cover of a men’s health magazine, and a jaw so square it was almost brutal, Brodie was looking forward to some bodice-ripping of his own.

Not to mention the deli salami that had replaced his trusty frankfurt.

The damn thing hung halfway to his knee and remained semi-erect even now. He was perpetually ready to go. A rocket primed for launch. Randier than a party of schoolboys finding Dad’s skin mag.

This was different from the rumors he had heard about Do-Me Dust. The reports from the frat mixer were everyone boinked like pornstars, their bodies morphed into fuckgod perfection for a night before burning out at sunrise when the campus security arrived.

The party of the century that kicked off the latest **** craze at Madison U…

But this was better, more sustainable. How had nobody thought of it? Brodie could get his magically-enhanced rocks off on the regular with some mind-warped mega-babe and had been for days.

Which was why he was skulking around the theatre after nightfall, planning to break into the Director’s office.

It was time to reclaim the last of his product and get the hell out of dodge. The gold-flecked lotion would be his ticket to the big leagues.

Except, the office wasn’t empty.

“Please, pleeease, Director. Can I please have another taste? Just a drop. I’ll be good, I swear…”

The door was ajar, lancing light into the dark corridor. Inside, the slutty goth (what was her name again?) knelt before the deranged educator who stood before the desk in her underwear, holding a tub of glittering ointment.

They were quite the pair.

The former athlete spilled out of her tiny costume, top and bottom. The gauzy skirts didn’t cover her fat, panty-less asscheeks and the swooping neckline couldn’t contain her abundance of ivory tit-flesh. Ebony lace, frills and white ribbons held on by a thread to her **** hourglass figure. Torn fishnets dug into thick, fleshy thighs.

“I applaud this change in attitude, missy.” Ms Miller mused, swirling a fingertip in the precious mixture. “You are at your best when pleading… continue.”

Evidently, she hadn’t dressed after their torrid rehearsal and appeared unbothered by the fact. Her black satin boyshorts and balconette bra hugged ripe curves that lacked any sag or cellulite. Her chocolate hair was voluminous and rich, tied in a librarian's bun. The magical dust had reversed the ravages of time and refined the older woman into a knockout MILF.

It also brought out a mile-wide mean streak that stiffened Brodie’s over-active prick.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take your course seriously before this production. I know that was wrong and lazy of me. Please, please, please, Director. I’ll be obedient and follow all your instructions, just tell me what to do…”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I believe that.” The mature brunette slid her gooey digit along a slender forearm, admiring the glitter on her flawless skin. “You have been very disrespectful in the past–treated my class as an easy credit. Why should I expend effort correcting you now?”

The slutty goth gulped as her vision tracked that finger. A line of drool dripped from sparkling ruby lips, which were plumper than collagen-stuffed pillows. The saliva bridged her slack chin and inflated hooters before she came back to herself.

“I’m different now, Director. I promise. I’ll do anything you ask. Already skipped all my hockey practice this week. Coach is pissed as hell but I don’t care. Please, pleeeeease tell me how I can prove myself…”

The thirsty whore was actually kowtowing. Pressing her head to the floor, flashing her full naked rear to Brodie’s spying eyes. Moist pink folds winked at him, leaking juices down wobbling thighs.

He eased his throbbing cock out and began stroking. Long, languorous motions from girthy base to cum-bubbling tip.

“That’s a start, I suppose.” Ms Miller allowed, dipping her fingers in the tub again. “But you’ve been a bad girl, Kira. Bad girls need to be disciplined if they are to learn. They must be punished before they can be good girls again. Do you want to be a good girl? Say it.”

“I want to be a good girl, Director.” Kira mumbled.

“What was that? Speak up.”

“I want to be your good girl, Director!” She wailed into the carpet.

“What else? Tell me everything.” The stately MILF circled her with predatory poise, stiletto heels clicking ominously.

“I’ve been bad and have to be punished before I can be your good, good girl. Please, Director. I neeeeed it! I don’t know why, but I need to be your bestest girl! Aaaah~!!”

“Holy fuck,” Brodie whispered, watching the inky-haired bombshell quiver on the ground. “Did she just cum?”

The Director’s head snapped to the door. Her icy gaze met his for a heartstopping second, then swept downward. A wicked grin slashed her lips when she saw his pumping fist.

“Fine words, missy. But talk is cheap.” She turned back to Kira, and there was a distinctly performative quality to her actions. “Are you prepared to do anything… anything I demand? For the sake of the play, of course.”

“Yes… oh god, yes! Please command me, Director. Punish me. Make me your good girl…”

“Then be silent. I tire of your prattle. Not a peep, understand?”

The prostrate coed nodded earnestly. Ass up and face down, her luscious hips wagging excitedly as she awaited judgment.

Ms Miller locked eyes with Brodie before lifting her knee to drive a sharp heel into the girl’s proffered rump. Like a spur, it dug into her pale flesh, not quite drawing blood and eliciting a stifled groan from the owner of said tooshie.

“Did I hear something?” The teacher cupped an ear theatrically, leaning heavily on the planted foot. “No? Must have been my imagination.”

She twisted the heel as though extinguishing a cigarette before graciously retracting it to stomp the other cheek. The thick glute rippled and bounced from the strike.

”Hmmmph~!”

Kira quaked yet didn’t move or object. Brodie couldn’t tell if she was terrified or getting off on the harsh treatment. Raven locks hid the boascious goth’s face but her suppressed moans sounded… appreciative.

His steely dick bucked excitedly. He was essentially repainting the doorframe with errant spurts of sticky seed.

“Mmmm… you’re doing well–promising first steps. Perhaps I should reward you a little.” The merciless MILF never broke eye contact with him as she bent to glide two glittery fingers through Kira’s mound. Her pink folds were soaked and spasmed at the gentle touch. “Raise your head. No, don’t get up. Open your mouth for me.”

Doing as bid, the busty brat stuck out her tongue and waited. Ms Miller shot Brodie a wink, taking her time to strut to the front and crouched low. A move that placed her thinly veiled groin level with the panting girl’s face.

“Good girl. Good girl. You’re going to be teacher’s pet from now on. Do you want that?” She hovered her drenched digits an inch away from those shiny, dribbling mouth-pillows. “Teacher’s pet gets extra special treatment. Rewards like what I have here for you. You may answer me.”

“Y-yes, Director! Please, pretty please, let me be your special pet!”

“Good girl. What a very good girl.” She crooned, then grabbed a handful of Kira’s dark curls, roughly yanking her head back.

Dark curls that were supposed to be a wig but appeared way too real.

“Say, aaaah…”

“Aaaaaah-oomff!”

“Oh fuck,” Brodie could feel the tension building in his swollen nuts, precum was flying everywhere.

On the wall, the floor, shooting pearly ropes through the gap in the door to settle on the carpet in great gloopy globs. Still, he had more—a bottomless well of baby-batter. The older vixen smirked knowingly at him as her new pet noisily slurped her fingers clean.

She was playing to her audience as only a veteran actor could. She read him like a book and adjusted her performance for maximal effect, pushing all his buttons at once.

“That’s enough. You can stop, pet.” She chided Kira, withdrawing her hand. “I have something else for you to lick.”

“Please, Director. I-I wasn’t done–” The slobbering slut blurted pitifully.

“I said enough! Now, be a good girl and remove my underwear. No hands, just your teeth.” Her tone brooked no argument, a cuff to the ear cemented the command. “Quickly. Don’t dawdle.”

Ms Miller stood, allowing Kira to shuffle on her knees, mewling and moaning. She carefully bit the waistband of the lacy boyshorts and tugged them down, revealing a silky smooth pelvis with a bald, wet slit capping her mouthwatering thigh gap.

She sat on the edge of the desk, shapely legs parted, scooping more sparkling ointment to liberally slather her delectable cunt. Smearing it over and between her nether lips until she was thoroughly vajazzled, eyes half-lidded with pleasure beamed pure seduction at Brodie.

Kira hugged herself, on the verge of hyperventilating, waiting for the imminent command. Saliva sheeted into her ivory cleavage, giving those hefty hemispheres extra sheen.

“Come, pet. Lick your Director clean. Use that insolent mouth. Show me what a good girl you are.”

A whimper escaped the voluptuous goth. She scrambled to obey, diving between the teacher's spread thighs. Lapping and squealing like a farm animal at the feed trough.

The sexy MILF smiled indulgently, massaging her bra-clad breasts. With sensuous grace, she hooked first one long leg, then the other over the girl’s shoulders, ankles crossing over her bowed back.

In a casual display of power, she locked her student-turned-plaything in place, face buried in her hairless muff, eye-fucking Brodie the entire time.

“Good girl. Gooood girl. Doesn’t it feel nice to please me?” She purred, pulling Kira closer with a flex of her sleek thighs. “Doesn't it feel right, serving your superior? To be a good little pet and do as you’re told?”

Kira didn’t reply–couldn’t reply. Drowning in the older woman’s pussy. Her lush body vibrated like a tuning fork, clearly riding the edge, liquid arousal doused the office carpet as she shook with carnal passion.

Brodie could empathize.

The vision of mature elegance and beauty staring at him… abusing her position for him was intoxicating. He was done hiding and elbowed the door open for a better view. Basked in her lustful gaze–the way she chewed her bottom lip at the sight of his turgid tool–Brodie noted the effect his presence had on the gorgeous teacher.

Up to that point, she’d been putting on a show. Performing for him. Delighting in a voyeuristic thrill but not truly engaged.

The quiet coos and sighs were an act, like the calculated toss of her glossy tresses and outthrust chest. She obviously derived something from Kira’s oral ministrations but her fluttering of lashes and small muscle twitches hardly amounted to hedonistic pleasure.

Now, though, him darkening the doorway–fisting his rigid shaft–changed that. Ms Miller’s legs clamped around the cunt-muncher’s skull, eyes widened at his bold appearance.

“B-Brodie?”

“Keep going. Don’t stop.” He growled, jacking himself faster. Her stare was fixated on the rapid motion. “Stop being a fucking tease and cum already.”

Neither of them was worried that Kira, trapped as she was, would notice his intrusion. The matronly minx blinked, then smiled again–a measure of her confidence returning.

“You want me to cum, is that what you want to see, baby?” She crooned in a sultry whisper. “Will that get you off, your hot teacher squirting all over her horny pet’s face?”

It would. Fucking hell, it definitely would. Brodie said as much.

“Hmmm, I like that.” She purred, hips gyrating into Kira’s mouth. “I find the idea of you cumming for me very… appealing. Perhaps I should slow down and really… savor the moment. Would you enjoy that?”

“Bitch. Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.”

“Oooh, compliments will get you everywhere.” Ms Miller moaned, legs tightening around the buxom goth until she had to be suffocating her. “Since you asked so nicely… watch and learn.”

Over the next minute, Brodie’s balls grumbled like discontent weather gods, but the Director delivered.

She rolled and twisted her yoga Mom body like a belly dancer, never relaxing the chokehold on Kira’s skull. Cooing and gasping, she observed his, or rather, his lurching manpole’s responses to every erotic action.

How he pulsed when she arched her back and pouted prettily. The drizzles of jizz that erupted after she discarded the racy bra, exposing large suckable tits. The way his grip hardened when she shuddered in bliss.

She was a temptress. Sex personified. A sadistic narcissist who knew what she was doing and getting her kicks from the act.

Brodie simultaneously loved and hated her for it.

“I-I’m nearly there, baby. Are you ready?” She gasped. Kira was basically a quivering mass stuck between her legs. “It’s going to be a big one… hnnnh! I can feel it building inside me–”

“Do it! Cum already!” His dick would be raw after this prolonged session.

“Cum with me, baby! Cum for Mommy… Hyaaaa~!!”

“FAAAAARK!!”

The earth seemed to shift under Brodie’s feet as he unleashed an inhuman amount of spunk. Great blasts cannoned from him at escape velocities. They splattered the desk, the antique typewriter and a swivel chair behind it, which spun with the slimy impact. What felt like months (rather than hours) of backed-up tension released in a blinding torrent that hosed the small office in a stream of creamy ejaculate.

When the wherewithal to actually aim returned to him, the place was a mess. It dripped from the ceiling fan, oozed down the walls and lashed the carpet in white strings. There had to be pints of the stuff.

Maybe… maybe it was too much?

Miraculously, Ms Miller and Kira had avoided the worst of the barrage. The MILF teacher sat on the floor with her semi-conscious student cradled in her lap, affectionately stroking the girl's dark curls.

“I-I should leave. This is… a lot.” Brodie's head swam and he felt utterly drained.

“Goodnight, Brodie. Don’t worry about the mess.” She sounded thoroughly pleased, somehow smugger than before. “I’ll have my pet clean it up. Sleep well. Tomorrow is opening night. We’re all counting on you.”

Clutching pounding temples, Brodie staggered from the room. His original goal forgotten.

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