Fuck It - Kinda

"Are you being serious?"

"Forgive me but I am typically not one to joke. Particularly with the student division" Ms. Braddock said with her rich accent adding an unneeded amount of flair to her words. "I do like to keep thing professional? Thank you."

"But that's the thing! Don't you see woman?! I. Am. Not. A. Student!" I bring my fist down unto the table separating us; finding myself becoming genuinely infuriated by her lack of interest in such an important matter. "I shouldn't be allowed here, all the other guests left by now."

"I realize that," She says, her face showing no concern in the slightest.

"And you don't see anything wrong?"

"I do not."

"Oy vey, oy fucking vey."

"Axel." She sighed, and leaned forward in her chair, rolling it closer to the desk.

I couldn't explain the expression on her face since my vision was transfixed onto her massive mammoth titties, she leaned forward while addressing me, and legit placed her breasts on the table. Seriously, I watched her lower an arm under her bust to raise those hefty sacks upward. Both breasts are now being displayed to a ridiculous degree. I doubt this can even be considered cleavage anymore, it's just- BOOB. Honestly beforehand, seeing her bra was far enough; in no reasonable establishment would that be considered acceptable for a teacher. But now I- I- I can see a hint of her fucking nips! In fact, if I stand up and get a better angle I think I can-

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?"

"Were you not listening?"

I'm an honest man. "No, I wasn't. I was leering at your tits because I have no respect for you as a woman, teacher or super-powered- Whatever your code name is. To me, you're just a hot hunk of meat!"

"I see." She says simply.

"Ugh, no no, I'm sorry I- I didn't mean that. Well, I was looking at your tits, but you don't seem to mind so..."

"I do not, you can look where ever you please."

"And that right there, ladies and gentlemen! Is why I'm upset. Out of all people I thought you'd be able to help me, either everyone else is crazy, or I'm the only one losing my mind, and it's freaking me out!" I say, defeatedly.

"But you don't need to be concerned, I promise you, nothing is amiss." She says, leaning back from the desk, removing her amazing 'tit on table' display. "We have multiple psychics such as myself who are essentially immune to such attacks," The moment her breasts lost their solid foundation to rest on, they sank down to her chest then bounced back up, rhythmically repeating until they eventually settled into place. "And theoretically, if there were to be some 'mind controlling villainess,' that made it through our multiple lines of defense. The threat could be immediately neutralized by Professor Xavier."

And by the way, she spoke, I almost believed her. Almost. But then I looked down from her amazingly seductive face, down to her comically ridiculous amount of boob on display. And I lost her; she's just as clueless to this mind-controller as everyone else. Psychic powers be dammed.

"No, you're wrong. Look at you, you're literally just fanservice ripped straight out of a comic. Cleavage is not supposed to look like that in real life without make-up being applied." I stand up off the chair, now looking down at her, more specifically the dark shadow between both tit. Swiping away her sword from between us, I lean downwards, resting my entire upper half upon her table with only my elbows keeping my head up. With one hand holding my face, I extend the other one out towards her casually.

*Boop*

I poke said finger right between her warm cleavage, letting it rest between both mounds for a fair while as it felt better than I anticipated. Her boobs are so potent I need not bother holding my hand in place, the sheer **** of her cleavage is keeping my extending pointer stationary.

"Look." I remove my finger from her nest with a small *Plop* and slowly draw it over her left breast, outlining the entire upper-half of tit she's brazenly showing off. "You see this?" Shifting over from her left boob I switch over to her right one and gently drum my fingers on her soft chest mound. Raising the hand, I strike it back down and send her light-skinned yet slightly tanned boob on a jiggle spree. "This is not right." Drawing my hand back to my face, I stick each tip of my finger into my mouth; dramatically sucking and slurping on my fingers loudly, moistening them with my dribble while also retrieving the flavor of her boob. After making sure my fingers were moist enough, I shoot my hand into her massive cleavage valley. Going for broke my slimy hand sinks between her tits, part of my arm quickly following suit. As my arms rest in heaven my hand searches her bra; the moment I find it I wrap fingers around the material, establish a firm grip and begin jiggling her tits. And holy dam, are they heavy; I'm genuinely impressed that she lifts this load regularly. With my arm in cleavage and my hand around the bottom of her bra I lift up and down up and down until her breasts are on a legitimate bouncing spree; both of her nipples popped out on multiple occasions.

And there I stayed, laying on her table, bouncing her breasts all the way down the boobie town. I honestly didn't even notice how tiring it became, the aching of my fairly weak arms didn't matter; only the hypnotic jiggling of this teachers breasts was important. Up down up down, I lost track of time, and who knows; I might've continued down this holy road if.

*Slip*

Her boobs didn't fall out of the bra.

"Oops!" I exclaim, releasing my grip on the undergarment. "Sorry I got carried away," I mutter, as I grab her blouse and remove my sticky saliva from my hand.

"It's not a problem." Ms. Braddock reacts casually, reaching both arms down her own chest and adjusting the clothing malfunction I created.

"Actually?" I stand back, dumbfounded. "Not a problem? I just sexually assaulted you!" I say while she continues to fix her top as if this is just another Monday. Lifting a large breast up, plopping it down into the bra cup, adjusting the strap... Shit.

"It's completely understandable." She says, with both her arms occupied fixing her other tit, lifting up with a hand cupped underneath while the other shifts the bra into place. "I was displaying a fair amount of cleavage. As a young male adult, you would have urges. So your actions-"

"Just because I have urges doesn't mean I get to act on them!"

"Why wouldn't you?" With both breasts back in place, she leaves one hand down her top to adjust her tits slightly, slowly maneuvering them to present more of her cleavage. In seconds she 'fixes' her boobs, resuming her comic book look. "I don't see a problem with you acting on your desires." Apparently content with her assets she withdraws her hand and brings it to the front of her bust. In a swift movement, she places a finger between the line of her cleavage and pushes down; lowering her top to allow a hit more boob and a fair amount of bra to show.

"I- Oh my god you're useless."

"I'm sorry I don't understand what you want from me? What do you expect me to say?"

"I don't know! That's you're job, you work here, you fix problems." I say, in a last ditch effort to knock sense into her noggin. "You're the person people go to for help! I'm here, coming to you, for help!"

"Most students tend to seek out Jean for assistance, possibly Scott or Ororo."

"Yeah, I can see why no one wants to go to you. You're a stupid bitch that can't see when she's being mind-controlled."

Ms. Braddock sighs and crosses her arms, inadvertently hefting her chest up, even more, showing off a hint of her areolas. "Axel, I want to help you, but I can't fix a problem that just isn't there."

"Okay, that's it, I'm done," I say, having enough I turn around and head for the door.

"Have a good evening." She says as if she's happy to be rid of me. "I assume you are not in want of a goodbye kiss by the speed of your departure."

Whatever, she's hot as shit, and apparently, I could fuck her brains out and she wouldn't give a rats ass; if she doesn't care, why should I? But if I go down that rabbit hole, I'd probably end up fucking the whole school. Which is probably exactly what this mind controller wants. Hell, she probably sent me here as a distraction for something big; and like one of her pawns, I did just what she wanted.

"But please refrain from bothering the fellow faculty with your 'problem.'" Ms. Braddock voice rang from behind me. "With all the new students that enrolled today, they'll be busy enough."

I paused and turned. Was she telling me what to do?

*Gasp*

Wait a gosh dolly darn second.

Oh my god.

How did this not occur to me?

What if she's the mind controller!?

*Dun* *Dun* *Dun* *Dunnnnnnnnnn*

It would make sense! She was the first significant person I saw after gaining these abilities. She walked into some secret wall; a wall that might be her base of operations. She's a telepath, which means while she's immune to mind control; she might also be able to control the minds of others herself. That would explain why she's so adamant that nothing is going wrong. Of course! It all makes sense. Why else would she not want me to inform anyone else who could stop her? Fuck! I need to find another telepath, someone who's able to resist and fix this shit.

Ms. Braddock is sitting at her desk, ignoring my sudden glare. She idly glanced up, then looked back down to her desk.

"So, Ms. Braddock."

"Yes?"

"Why was it then, that when I saw you before, you were dressed conservatively and respectable for a teacher."

"Hm?"

"But all of a sudden, once we're both alone, you become oddly erotic..."

"I don't understand, I always display my bosom to an ample degree." She tilts her beautiful Asian face. "Nothing I have done in this room has been anything but professional. I have rules to follow just as you and the other students do."

"Sure sure," I say in a solely sarcastic tone. "I guess in this new weird wold it's just normal for women to subconsciously try to put me in sexual situations, huh?"

"I believe so, but I haven't noticed any sexual activity take place here." She paused, looking in thought. "Though if women do it subconsciously it could be argued that I wasn't aware of this erotic behavior. Was I doing anything sexual towards you?"

"No, No..." I speak while walking towards her desk. "Remember, nothing weird at all has happened here." Reaching the front of her desk, I begin to strode around it, until I a few feet from her sitting figure. My eyes glued down her top, as she simply looks back up towards me.

Dam she is a good actor, pretending like nothing is happening, even though she literally read my mind and saw everything. Please. I'm not so easily fooled. But she is hot, and I do want to see just how much she's willing to do to convince me she's oblivious to this shit.

"Well good, I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation here. Now if you'll excu- Mhhmmmff." I cut her off with my face diving into hers.

Jumping on her plump lap, I **** my mouth into her own, sucking on her breath with loud and forceful slurps. Spittle forming between us, as our lips mash, drops of both of our saliva trickles down her lips and drop onto her ample cleavage and disappears between the dark abyss between her tits. Saliva continues to flow as I lean up on my knees, grabbing her face with both hands I lift her face upwards and suck hard on her thick lips from above. I instinctively hump the busty psychic with each loud slurp my crotch slamming into her chest my now erect member pocking her melons. As sweat form on my face from the intimate heat of the moment, my head twisting and turning tasting her lips every which way; I pause her funnel fucking for a few moments.

Pulling away with audible wet PLOP or was it a SLOP? Doesn't matter it was loud

Spittle connects us together for a few moments as I breathe hard from above her; eventually, gravity wins out and the strand of saliva falls down onto her face, some managing to trickle into her right eye, causing her to quint and blink profusely.

Looking down on her, I can see she seems to be a bit heated as well; her face moist from either the amount of sweat or the abundance of spittle. At one point I was purposely making it as sloppy as possible.

"Still don't see anything out of the normal happening here?" I ask between breaths.

"Not a thing, but-Mmmf."

Not allowing her the chance to finish I merge our faces again for a quicker makeout session; but I won't explain this one in detail, because I feel like whoever's writing this is getting lazy.

So slurpy slurpy, I suck on her lips-

Sloppy sloppy, I purposely make it as sticky as possible, remembering to be sure she tastes my DNA.

Hot n' spicy- Um- Her mouth was divine as my tongue danced inside; her breath tastes god-

<Lol that was a spelling mistake but I'm keeping that in, her breath was so amazing it tastes like god.>

*PLOP*

I pull out of her mouth, breathing heavily, looking down at her fucked up face and moist cleavage from the amount of saliva producing from our mouths; mainly mine, I'm pretty sure 98% of the spit was from me. And a few more seconds of panting I lean/drop down to her shoulder, causing the office chair to lean back, struggling to hold both of our weight.

Bringing my mouth up to her ear, I whisper. "See anything strange now?"

"N- Not at all," She response in her one cute whispered tone, that British accent turning me on to the point of no return. "It is quite common for women to kiss you goodbye, so this is nothing strange."

"Heh- I have no idea where that kissing thing came from." I lean down and lick the side of her face to her cheek, bringing my tongue around her Asian features until I land on her plump bottom lip. Halting there I idly lap her lip for a few seconds before pecking her on the lips one last time and back away. "Let's see how long you think that way," I say with a devious smile, lowering my hands to my pants as I fumble with them. She's pretending to be oblivious, so who am I to not humor her?

With it taking longer than I first anticipated, I backed away and leaned against her desk as I struggled to pull down the dam zipper to my jeans. After an embarrassingly long amount of time, I finally manage to pull it down. With my boxers on the floor with it, I whipped out my erection in all it's stiff glory. I'm pretty stacked if I do say so myself. I turn back to the desk, hand on my meat, about ready to shove this stick down Braddock's pipe.

But she's gone.

What?

I drop my cock in confusion, where did she?

*Tap* *Taptap* *Tap*

"Huh?" I turn around to the sound of a keypad. Seeing Ms. Braddock, tapping something on the wall next to a bookshelf. "Woah Woah Woah, where are you going?" I stammer. "We're going to fuck, look I got my cock out and everything."

"Apologies but I am running low on time," Braddock says without even looking in my direction. With a final tap on the wood, she steps back the bookshelf seems to begin retracting into the wall.

The hell? It looks like- Asssssss! Fuck! I completely forgot about her main asset, that plump peach is what got me in here in the first place; forget sticking my shaft in her face hole, she has other entrances in need of expanding.

As she waits for whatever weird shit the wall is doing, she rests with her hands on her hips, leaning to her right. God the way her ass cheeks merge with her slender legs, leaving some plump butt-fat to jigg-

"Woah wait!" I gasp as she begins walking into some futuristic elevator that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "You said I have a big penis, which helps me have sex with women. Shouldn't females at least compliment my cock and describe what they like about it? Wouldn't that be normal?"

She paused right as her arm extended to a button on the side of the elevator. "You're right," She says, turning around her gaze shifts to my erection. "Your penis looks to be meaty and large, amazing for any man to have. I do very much enjoy looking at it." Braddock complemented me with a hand on her chin, as if she's thinking vigorously on the best aspects of my cock.

"Oh wow, you really care about trying to get me to think-" I stopped, pinching myself internally. I can't let her know that I'm seeing through her lies, even though I'm thoroughly enjoying seeing how far she'll go to fool me. "So what? In this new world where women love to compliment my cock, is it also normal for them to rub their faces all over my member and breath in its musk whenever they first see it? Oh, and thank me afterward- Bahahahaha!"

"Yes, of course," She said simply. Ignoring my laughing and more importantly the button she was about to press for the second time.

"Wuh- W- Woah really?" Wow, she is definitely laying it on thick.

I watch in wonder as she casually walks out of the elevator, tits bouncing with each step; upon reaching me she practically falls to her knees to be face first with my shaft. Her chest sent jiggling like jello as she lands. Upon getting in position, she leans her face into my crotch and gently cups my sack with one soft hand. Slowly raising it to her face she shuts her eyes and breaths in my meat; pressing her nose against my balls tightly yet gently she sits there for a good minute. Breathing in and out, with her mouth open the whole time her breath tickles my sack. As she continues to inhale and exhale her other hand shoots upward to my shaft, gripping it more tightly than my balls, she begins rubbing it all across her face; my meat sweat mixed with pre-cum stick to her purple hair and creamlike skin. Some pube hair managing to get stuck in her mouth as I feel her tongue lightly brush my stick. She continues dragging it across her face, under her chin; even a bit behind her ear. With her grip so tight, she's inadvertently jacking me off.

Ms. Braddock, finally deciding she had enough whiffs of my meat, finally, loosened her grip; but not before she pumped my pipe with enough **** for my load to begin flowing. The moment she leaned back from my shaft, with one last long breath her eyes opened and she began to talk.

"Thank y-"

EXPLOSION

Okay, it wasn't really an explosion, I just came; but mind you, it was a fairly big load, so maybe the word 'explosion' would be a proper way to describe it.

My load shot all over her face, with her hands still on my meat she just stayed there on her knees looking directly at my cock as it shot white fluids onto her. My cum shot like a sputtering hose, hitting her between her eyes and below her nose, some falling directly into her mouth or onto her upper lip; one notable drop hit her right above her eye it slowly trickling in causing her to blink repeatedly. As my cum spray petered out, she slowly lowered my shaft, angling it downwards, causing the excess semen to shoot out onto her cleavage, where it slowly tricked between her tits where it would dry.

She stayed there for a few more seconds as if waiting for something. "Are you all out?" Her crisp British voice asked politely?

"Uh- Why did you?"

"What? Smell your penis?" She asked, slowly standing to her feet, grabbing for a stray napkin on the desk. "It's the normal thing to do so I-"

"No- I- I mean yes but, why did you let me cum on you?"

"I- Didn't?" She says questioningly, tilting her head as she starts whipping the cum off her face. "I don't recall how this semen got on me though." Ms. Braddock looked at the napkin, genuinely confused.

What does she mean she doesn't? Wait a minute! She's trying to mess with my head again. Heh- She almost had me for a second too!

"Yeah right," I say, leaning against her desk as she sticks the napkin into her cleavage, trying to remove a pool of cum that got stuck in her tits. "But isn't it normal for good looking chicks to always want me to cum on them because they have the urge to drink it? Hell, and what they don't eat they keep on themselves until it dries?"

"You're..." She pauses, with the napkin frozen on her tit. After closing her eyes for a short bit they shoot open, and she quickly addresses me. "Correct, thank you for cumming on me I completely neglected to ask." Braddock looks at the napkin she was using moments earlier to clean herself and brings out her tongue to lick it. "Blaek! I tarnished the semen, dammit." She looks at the paper and crunches it in her palm angerly.

"Hey, you-you got some in your tits."

"Ah! Thank you again." She chirps, sticking a finger into a small puddle of cum between her tits she raises it to her mouth. Her face quickly scrunched up as if she doesn't like the taste, but she continues sucking anyway, even sticking two fingers into the cum pool and raising a thicker load to her mouth, slurping it down her throat hard.

"Oh shit this is making me drowsy," I say to myself, leaning my head upwards and clenching my brow with my hand. "Or droopy, or- Huh?" Glancing downwards from the ceiling, I notice Ms. Braddock reaching for a button in the elevator with one hand, while the other's stuck in her mouth as she gently suckles on it.