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Brandi Part 3 of 9: Detention
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Brandi
Chapter 3
Detention
Brandi wore a leather mini-skirt and tight T-shirt to school Monday.
She turned the heads of all the guys and most of the girls. Today was going to
end with a bang and she wanted to hint to everyone what she was in school for
that day. No one would ever guess, of course, but they would enjoy watching her
flaunt her sexy, young body.
The bell rang at the end of the day and the halls emptied quickly.
Brandi entered Mr. Martin's office alone. Mrs. James, Mr. Martin's secretary,
was sitting at her desk. She was a beautiful woman, and for a woman of forty
she was extremely well built and in great shape.
Mrs. James stood and said, "You must be Brandi."
"Yes," Brandi replied simply.
"Mr. Martin has been waiting anxiously for you. Follow me."
Brandi followed the woman to Mr. Martin's office. Her ass swayed gently
with each stride and Brandi found herself mesmerised by its motions. Through
the thin material of her clothes, Brandi could tell that she wore no panties or
bra. Mrs. James was a woman that Brandi would like to have sex with some time.
Mrs. James knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a
response. She introduced unnecessarily, "Brandi is here, Wayne."
"Thank you, Julie. Close and lock the door, please," he requested as he
turned to face Brandi, "Come here, honey."
As Brandi walked around the desk, Mr. Martin took off his shirt,
exposing his broad, muscular chest. She noticed that he had already removed his
pants and was now sitting in his chair totally nude. His monstrous prick was
standing at attention.
Brandi knelt to take him in her mouth, but he stopped her. "Not yet.
You and Julie are going to fuck on my desk first," he said smiling.
Brandi turned and saw that Mrs. James had not left the office. She was
just finishing undressing. Her tits stood out proudly. Her pussy lips puckered
hungrily. She sat on the desk in front of Brandi and spread her legs apart to
give her a good view of the treasures that waited to be plundered.
As Brandi took Mrs. James' tits in her mouth and sucked them gently,
Wayne stripped her from behind. When she was totally naked, she sat next to
Julie on the desk. She stretched out over the desk seductively.
"You really got a hot one, Wayne," Mrs. James commented, "She's ready,
willing, and able to please."
"You both look a little hungry," Mr. Martin smiled, "Why don't you eat
each other?"
Mrs. James straddled Brandi's head and lowered her pussy. Brandi thrust
her tongue out as it came closer, anxious to taste the older woman's snatch. As
her lips covered Mrs. James' hard clit, Brandi felt the firmness of Mrs. James'
tongue probing deep inside her cunt. The two women ate ravenously at each
other's mound until they both came in powerful orgasms.
Mrs. James got off the desk. She walked over to a cabinet on the other
side of the room. When she returned, Brandi noticed that she was holding a
thin, wooden yardstick and a strap-on dildo.
"Since you were caught fucking in the restroom, Brandi, I am going to
have to punish you," announced Mr. Martin taking the yardstick from Mrs. James,
"You will be struck with this stick on your bare ass until you beg us to stop.
Julie, turn her over and hold her down."
Before she knew it, Mrs. James had flipped her onto her stomach and was
sitting on her shoulders so she couldn't escape. Suddenly, Brandi felt the
sharp sting of the yardstick as it cracked against her butt. A burning
sensation shot through her entire pelvic area. Though the whipping hurt, the
fire that shot between her legs was exciting and pleasurable. Mr. Martin struck
her several more times, each fueling the blaze between her legs more. She was
in pain, but her ecstacy kept her from screaming.
Mrs. James turned and looked at Brandi. She said, "Wayne, I don't think
you're making an impression on her. Her eyes aren't even wet yet."
The next three strikes were harder than any spanking she had ever
received for being bad. The pleasure stopped and real pain and anguish started.
She could feel welts rising on her smooth ass from the blows. Tears filled her
eyes and she let out a scream.
Mr. Martin laughed, "That's more like it, darling. We must get the
message clear." He struck her three more times very hard before dropping the
stick.
Brandi was crying loudly from the whipping. She was forced to sit up as
Mrs. James put on the dildo. She laid on the desk next to Brandi.
"Punishment is over," reassured Mr. Martin, "Now we get to enjoy
ourselves."
Mrs. James coaxed Brandi to straddle her and take the dildo inside her
aching pussy. Most of the pain had subsided from her butt, but her pussy was
still throbbing. As the firm plastic slid deep into her wet cunt, she forgot
the soreness. She began rocking up and down on the artificial cock.
Brandi felt Mr. Martin's hands around her waist and was expecting him
to shove his prick up her ass. She wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. When
she realized that he had impaled Mrs. James' cunt instead, she was grateful,
but a little disappointed, too. She timed her rocking so that her down stroke
made her ass slam into Mr. Martin's thrusting stomach.
Mrs. James had been really turned on by Brandi's spanking. Within five
minutes, she arched her back and gasped with her second orgasm. Brandi admired
the woman's ability to have such powerful orgasms at her age. She had always
thought that intensity deminished with age, but Mrs. James was proving her
wrong.
Brandi continued to ride the fake dong joyously. She could feel a vague
tingling from deep within her signalling the coming of her orgasm. It was still
a few minutes away, but it was becoming very noticable. Just then, Brandi felt
a quick spreading of her ass and a sharp pain as she felt her bunghole being
filled.
It took her a second to realize what had happened. The thrusting of Mr.
Martin's cock made it clear very shortly. He had pulled out of Mrs. James and
quickly stabbed Brandi in the ass with his mighty sword. The surprise of the
attack had let him impale her to the hilt in one swift thrust. Mrs. James' cum
had lubricated his pole well and it slid effortlessly in Brandi's ass.
The tightness of Brandi's anus brought Mr. Martin to a quick conclusion
after only five strokes. The unexpected intrusion had also brought Brandi to
the brink of climax. As Brandi arched her back and felt her warm cum flood her
love canal, she felt the gush of Mr. Martin's hot prick juice fill her anus.
The three stood and cleaned off with some towels that were in the
cabinet. They got dressed, Brandi trying not to irritate her sore butt. The
cool leather had a soothing effect once it was snug against the swollen flesh.
"Thank you for your assistance, Julie," Mr. Martin said.
"My pleasure," replied Mrs. James as she left the office.
"I hope I don't see you in this office again, Brandi. You may leave
now."
Just as Brandi reached the door she turned and asked, "Mr. Martin, does
that mean you would like to see me outside of your office some time?"
Mr. Martin grinned at her and said, "Go home, Brandi."
Brandi returned the smile and left.
When she walked into the outer office, Brandi noticed that Mrs. James
was talking to a junior boy and appeared to be quite flustered. Brandi
recognized the boy as Alan, her prom date. Not wanting him to see her coming
from Mr. Martin's office, she ducked into a small closet and watched them
through the crack she left open. As she watched, Mrs. James looked nervous.
Alan could be overheard saying, "If you don't want your husband to find
out, you're going to have do something to keep me quiet."
"What?" Mrs. James asked.
"Take me to Mr. Martin's office first," he instructed.
Perplexed, Mrs. James led Alan past Brandi's hiding place to Mr.
Martin's office. Brandi heard the door open, but couldn't hear what was said.
She decided that she would risk taking a look to see what was happening. Just
as she looked down the short hall, Mrs. James closed the door. She had seen
Brandi and motioned for her to go to the door before she shut it. Brandi
hurried to the door and listened.
"He threatened to tell my husband about what happened," Mrs. James was
explaining, "because he heard us fucking through the door."
"What will it take to keep you quiet?" asked Mr. Martin.
"All I want from you is the name of the girl that was in here," Alan
said, "and I want to fuck her and Mrs. James like you were doing."
"I can't do that and you know it," said Mr. Martin.
"You don't have a choice. It's either tell me her name or you lose your
job and Mrs. James loses her marriage."
"I'll be happy to fuck you if you won't tell my husband," begged Mrs.
James.
"I'm glad you're so willing, but there's no deal without the girl,"
insisted Alan.
"I can't, but I'll help you fuck Julie," offered Mr. Martin.
"Are you kidding!" exclaimed Alan. "I don't touch other guys!"
"I said I was going to help you fuck Julie, not fuck you."
"Still no deal," said Alan in a tone that signified that he wasn't
going to change his position.
Brandi decided on a plan that would get Mrs. James and Mr. Martin out
of their predicaments and teach Alan a lesson about trying to blackmail people.
She stripped off her clothes quickly and quietly tried to open the door. Mrs.
James hadn't locked it this time. She looked in and smiled to herself.
Brandi slipped in the door and dropped her clothes on the floor. She
closed the door loudly and locked it. The three turned in surprise at the
entrance of the naked beauty. Brandi walked over seductively to Alan and began
stripping him as she said, "I believe you wanted me for something."
As Alan stood nude with Brandi caressing his body, Mrs. James started
undressing. During her passionate embrace, Brandi motioned for Mr. Martin to
undress also. Alan kissed her, slowly darting his tongue between her lips, and
she returned it willingly.
Alan broke the kiss first and pushed Brandi down. She trailed her
tongue down his chest and stomach to his erect cock. As she began the slow,
loving blow job, Mrs. James moved next to him and let him kiss and suck on her
tits. Mr. Martin quietly stroked his own stiff pipe as he watched the trio.
After several minutes, Alan had Brandi stop. He laid on the desk and
pulled Brandi towards his head and Mrs. James towards his waist. Brandi knew
what he wanted. She could tell that he had been very close to climaxing from
her blow job and he was anxious to finish in Mrs. James now.
Mrs. James climbed onto the table and straddled Alan's waist. When
Brandi was positioned over his head, they both lowered themselves. Brandi felt
the strong, warm tongue caress her clit as she watched Mrs. James guide Alan's
big cock up her pussy. Mrs. James began riding him excitedly, moaning with
pleasure. Brandi was really getting thrilled by the tongue fucking she was
receiving, too. She leaned over and took one of Mrs. James' tits in her mouth
and began sucking on it.
Within five minutes, Alan tensed and shot a load of hot cum into Mrs.
James' snatch. The two women waited for him to finish before they moved. Mrs.
James, despite the circumstances, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. The
women spent several minutes cleaning his cum soaked dick with their mouths.
Alan stayed in his position as he recovered. Brandi and Mrs. James
switched positions. Brandi turned her back towards Alan's head. The two women
again lowered themselves to their intended targets. Brandi could hear Mrs.
James' gasps of pleasure behind her as Alan ate her pussy. Brandi began pumping
his cock inside her tight pussy.
Brandi looked over at Mr. Martin, who was still stroking his huge,
oiled erection, and motioned for him. He walked to her with a questioning look.
When he reached her, he leaned close to her.
Brandi whispered, "Spread his legs and start playing with my clit. When
I tell you, slide your cock up his ass. That ought to teach him not to
blackmail people."
Mr. Martin nodded and smiled. He reached down and started rubbing
Brandi's clit as she continued to ride Alan. To keep his own dick hard, he
stroked it, though much slower.
Mrs. James soon shrieked in ecstacy as she exploded in orgasm. Alan
noisily slurped all of her cum from her pussy. Brandi felt that she and Alan
were both close to finishing so she nodded to Mr. Martin. With one swift
thrust, Mr. Martin's cock disappeared into Alan's dark, tight asshole. In
surprise and pain, Alan screamed. At hearing this, Brandi became so excited
that she came.
The pain didn't last long and Brandi kept riding him. He soon shot his
second load into her from the added stimulation of his prostate. The tightness
of Alan's ass, brought Mr. Martin to his climax at the same time. The four of
them slumped together on top of the desk satisfied, but Alan soon jumped up in
disgust as he realized fully what had just happened to him.
"You fag!" Alan screamed. "You just got yourself fired. I'm telling
about everything that's happened here today."
"No," cried Mrs. James.
Brandi looked casually at Alan and grinned. "I don't think you want to
do that," she said.
"And why not?" challenged Alan.
"Because if you told, the story would go around that you blackmailed
Mr. Martin into fucking you in the ass and that you really enjoyed it. What do
you think everyone would say about you then?" countered Brandi smoothly.
Alan knew. He lowered his head in defeat.
"Now, nobody is going to say anything about the very pleasant
activities that have occurred here. Right?" Brandi said.
"Right," replied Mrs. James, relieved.
"Right," answered Mr. Martin.
"Okay," said Alan.
They all got dressed and left the school. Brandi was surprised that her
butt hadn't hurt her through the whole ordeal and wasn't sore now. She guessed
she hadn't been hit as hard as she had thought and that the cool leather had
helped soothe her flesh. She went home with a smile of victory and satisfaction
on her face.
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