Midnight's Lunch Time Strip Show [pt. II]

Midnight was a slut.

A dirty, shameless slut.

A nasty, cumdump snatch-sucking, asslicking, facefucking, fuckmeat-slobbering slut.

And proud of it.

She was made for her quirk and it was made for her: Midnight, the X-Rated Heroine who could make anyone pull out their genitals and put on a show.

While fondling two quivering and exposed little student sausages with her hands, Midnight licked and slurped and mouthed the peachy pie whose selectable juices already bubbled over freely. Her hands pumped up and down on the bound guys' dicks, her hands working their shafts with expert precision while she alternated between lapping her tongue across the slender beauty's clitoris and thrusting her tongue deep inside her soaking pussy.

On her knees, she kept her thick ass jutting out as she tilted it left and right and she knew that hundreds of eyes were glued between her thick, strong thighs to the plump mound of her labia bulging between her thighs and glistening with her drool. She loved to tease others by showing off the fullness of her voluptuous backside: to let everyone bask in the sensual sight of her shapely buttocks. Midnight relished in the knowledge that she could have any person within her field bend over and shove their faces into her plump backside or her wet cunt at a moment's notice.

The X-Rated heroine felt the thrill of control, of dominance, and absolute authority over everyone within her quirk's range.

The thought fueled her. Heroism, they called it. Laughable. Without her Quirk, without this intoxicating power, wouldn't they scream about corruption, ****, a predator masquerading as a protector? The very idea sent a shiver of delicious defiance down her spine.

Even the stern eyes of the faculty, usually fixed in disapproval for Midnight's methods, nonetheless they always held a flicker of something else. A grudging respect, a shameful glint of arousal hidden beneath their furrowed brows. They knew, deep down, that they enjoyed the show, the forbidden thrill of watching their students dance to her tune. They were just as trapped in her web as the performers themselves, their higher sensibilities at war with their baser desires.

And the government? Those uptight suits who monitored her every move? They saw the numbers, the plummeting crime rates, the surge in public morale. They saw her as a necessary evil, a wild card whose unorthodox methods yielded undeniable results. They tolerated her excesses, swept them under the rug of "heroic eccentricities," because the truth was, they couldn't afford to lose her.

No, she wasn't a villain. Not in the grand, mustache-twirling sense. She was a heroine, albeit a twisted, X-Rated one. A heroine who reveled in the gray areas, who danced on the edge of morality, and who knew, with a chilling certainty, that the world needed her, even if they couldn't admit it.

By God, these were students she was having her wicked way with! Yes, oh yes! She'd pledged herself to helping the dear, sweet, beautiful eighteen-year old little students - especially those throbbing-cocked perverted males she so loved to chug all the cum out of!

And yet no one would lift a finger to stop her. Even their own parents, their closest family members would simply stand by and watch as Midnight used and degraded their offspring. More than likely masturbating as she used their sons and daughters for her own perverted pleasures, no doubt experiencing the greatest O themselves at such a wildly taboo category of porn.

And when it was all over there would be no consequences for Midnight and barely any for the participants as they thought back to it as some mildly embarrassing porno encountered one day and better left unthought about, un-interrogated, unanalyzed.

Only recalled when it was time to sate their lusts with the private companionship of their hands and little toys.

The prologue complete, Midnight withdrew from between the girl's legs and licked her lips as she stood. She sauntered around their chairs and turned to regard her audience from behind her three performers, trussed up like succulent offerings, their swollen and leaking sexes displayed like prizes. All those below the stage buzzed with the voyeuristic excitement her Quirk field generously provided. Looking around and taking a quick census she decided her rate of engagement was about thirty percent and climbing as hands moved in laps and under skirts.

"Now, children," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock seriousness, "Imagine yourselves captured by a villain, one who's trying to break your will, make you surrender secret info, or perhaps even **** you to serve their twisted whims~."

"Resisting such offers," She continued, her voice dropping to a seductive drawl, "Can be quite difficult. So let's take a few moments to understand just how tricky things can get~."

She slid around to the front of the chairs and grazed one boy's quivering tip with her whip's handle, sending a visible shudder through his body, "Ahhh, he's so wound up he's barely holding on... Let's see-!"

She abruptly vaulted into his chair, straddling his legs, and began to grind her dripping wet slit on the quivering length of his erection.

"What's wrong little one~?" she cooed, grinding her juicy folds over the sensitive crown of his manhood as his blindfolded head moved this way and that, his breathing shallow and raspy with barely concealed lust. "Is this too much for you? Is it overwhelming you with lust, making you tremble with the desire to ravish Nemuri-sensei's wet slit and pound me like the cheap piece of meat I am?~"

With a gasp and a twitch, the boy exploded, his seed lancing up in an arch before splattering down Midnight's front. He went slack in the chair and she hopped off him, turning to display the glistening strings of semen that clung to the front of her body to the audience. "Ahhh! And you call yourself a hero! Pathetic! Nemuri-sensei's cunny could break such a boy easily~," she tsked as she stepped towards the other boy, a thin, dark-haired individual. "We'll try a different technique with this one, shall we~?"

This time she faced the audience as she clambered onto his chair and squatted, her shapely bottom hanging tantalizingly above his manhood, "Here, this student is facing off against Midnight's moist, steamy slit~." She reached down to spread her pink lips, displaying her wet interior, "Now, if he doesn't resist, he'll enjoy a wild ride, a ride to sexual bliss! But Nemuri-sensei's naughty cunny is a dangerous place~," her hands spread her labia wider and she flexed, the interior of her womanhood twitching and squirting a thick dollop of nectar.

Midnight held it in place as she dropped down and looked out at her adoring fans. It looked like she had half caught in her spell, fully enthralled in seeking relief. Hands reached for hidden pleasure buttons, skirts hiked up, pricks jutting from flys and lips moaned. Midnight looked out at the crowd and beamed, reveling in the sight of dozens of students playing with themselves.
"Ahh, yes, children! Resistance is hard~," she groaned as her hips sank and engulfed the rigid length of the bound young male, her insides squeezing and rippling.

Midnight, her gaze sweeping the room, landed on a sight that made her do a double-take.

A hulking behemoth, thick and veined, nestled between the legs of a boy she vaguely remembered from rumors.

Midnight couldn't help it. She stared. She couldn't tear her eyes away. There, near the front row, was a dick that looked like it could have been made to rewrite biology. Inches upon inches, a behemoth that strained the very limits of possibility. How could it not be Quirk-enhanced?

"Holy shit~," she moaned, her hips still moving automatically as she rode the bound boy.

Now that was a future performer she'd be recruiting for sure.

Turning her attention back to the penis within her warm, engulfing hole, she repeated her declaration to disabuse any of the notion that she might have been impressed by the boy she was riding, her tone mocking, "Holy shit, what a poor excuse for a cock! Nemuri-sensei can hardly feel such a small, tiny penis."

She ground down, rotating her hips and sending her tits jiggling in slow, deliberate arcs. With a flex and squeeze of her cunt, the boy groaned and came. Midnight sighed and slid off him, presenting his load to her audience once again, "Another failure. Such a shame~."

The girl was the only one left. Midnight strutted around the girl, eyeing her slender, athletic body appreciatively. She had a tight tummy, narrow waist, and pert tits. And she was absolutely about to pop thanks to Midnight's earlier oral attention and the boy's ejaculations, no doubt the lewd sounds and smell adding to her own arousal.

She knelt before the bound girl and trailed her whip between the slender beauty's legs. Midnight grinned, her voice teasing and seductive, "But last, but certainly not least~." Midnight dipped her whip's handle and prodded the girl's sopping, wet sex, the handle of her whip disappearing within the girl's hole. She gasped, her hips twitching and spasming and Midnight withdrew the handle.

The slender beauty's lips were stained with her glistening fluids, a thick trail of moisture that ran down to the leather-wrapped handle, "Oh my~, that was quick!" Midnight said, a note of approval in her voice as she rose. ""Nemuri-sensei approves! She may not have exactly resisted the temptation, but she's definitely a pleasure-seeking little slut, boys!"

She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the girl's face, smothering her and letting the slender beauty taste the lingering residue of semen on Midnight's skin. "That's a good girl! Nemuri-sensei loves little cum addicted sluts like you, dear." She turned back towards the audience and winked, "Always remember, student heroes~, resistance is key. Don't give in to temptation! It looks like a lot of you need some private lessons to help you improve resistance! Join my waiting list if you'd like to volunteer~."

And the performance was over. The music fading and the lights brightening as Midnight bowed, her tits bouncing freely. The crowd clapped and cheered and spurted.