Episode 64: Tour de Force

“Where are you going Mademoiselle LaPussy?”

Timed perfectly Elliot Needy followed the molten hot mother of his lover Giselle LaPute down University hallways. While this very second, he should have been on his way across campus to the library to meet his oft isolated girlfriend, he found things on the home front so to speak just too juicy to ignore.

During his lunch period, slash open activity hour, meaning two hours available to him, Elliot had overheard the school’s Dean, Monsieur Louis’ Gaultier mention a board meeting right after last hour. The way her fellow faculty members were demanding her flesh right out in the open of the cafeteria without truly exposing her he just knew that ravenous approach meant more than discussing academic protocol.

“Seeing Brigitte at her house decked out in leather bondage outfits and tying up public officials, I’m betting she has every male teacher here on their knees kissing her toes. Not me, I’d have that bitch bent over a desk and taking her hard she would be begging for Monsieur Mydick until I nut so hard up her poosay she screams OUIIII OUIIII you may marry my daughter.” Funny! He hadn’t thought of marriage until that very moment. If he wasn’t in such a hurry, he might think that over more.

Heading upstairs to the higher management area he noticed Brigitte peering up at the cameras spread out through the school. A green penlight on each camera revealed it was in use. Right now, it was off which meant one thing. “The faculty is looking out for one another. No proof of their being up there doing something they shouldn’t be. Interesting!”

Looking behind him as if acting lost just in case, he saw his coast clear of anyone other than student activity. Swallowing dryly, he ran up the staircase and looked up, over, and down the next flight. Brigitte had just turned on that floor, the entry door quietly closing behind her perfected wiggle. At least the doors were maintained well against noise levels due to study.

Taking that next flight just as fast so as not to lose sight of her, Elliot delicately opened the door and found Brigitte doing something he didn’t expect. Standing tall in front of a set of windows that took up much of the outer wall her silhouette was gorgeous. Freezing so as not to be seen or heard he grew curious as to why she was all alone. It appeared as if she were simply catching her breath and enjoying the scenery outside that shared much of the campus. If he had to guess Brigitte was admiring her kingdom.

“So many windows. She would have to be blind staring into that much light. Hell, the more I stare I’ll be blind too.” As entranced as he was, he put on the sunglasses he had worn to lunch. “Better!” Just in time for the show!

Hands in her hair she pinned her long brunette mane into a tail then began taking her dress off to reveal a tight leather strap suit that resembled a one-piece bikini. A tall thin cabinet behind her she stepped over and opened it. Within she brought out a series of narrow chains that she connected between her opened cleavage. Her glasses removed she suddenly looked just like Elliot’s mother Margo. Nice!

The swimsuit style outfit had zippers to obviously remove it for easier access should she demand satisfaction. That meant the straps went between her gorgeous ass cheeks and her status over her back ended at her butt crack. Removing a large carry bag from the cabinet she extracted thigh high leather boots with stiletto heels to which she sat in a comfy chair to slip on before standing even taller.

“Dang! I bet she’s 6’6 now. Those daggers on her boots look lethal.” He was hurting all over now, not just enduring a healthy erection. “Mom needs to dress ... what am I saying? I’m the Alpha not mom. Brigitte looking so much like mom is killing me. I miss mom. Miss fucking her without her knowing even more. After that stunt those bastards I call friends did over webcam I need to find a way to make sure my promise to dad goes as planned. Mom is going to be my slave if it’s the last thing I do.”

A flogger such as Brigitte used at home on the Chief-of-Police was now in play, swatting it about violently just for practice. It was obvious her bag had more to offer but those remained inside it as she used a long shoulder strap to throw it over her back. She carried it with her as she readied to move on. An adjoining room with double doors in front of her she strutted like a runway model until reaching it.

Unseen by her back to him Elliot used his cellphone to record proof of what she was wearing. At her angle she couldn’t see his thin phone peeking around the wall of the doorway even if she had bothered to look. She felt safe. Turning a bit he captured her breasts, only the under boob lifting her magnificent melons by those chains. For a brief second, he again envisioned his adopted mother Margo Needy wearing that, then grimaced. “Stop that! She would be the slave not the Trixi.” Fun imagination though, the women looking so very alike.

Whipping her ponytail a bit to regain a fullness of expectation she used both hands and turned the knobs. Sending both doors flying open Mistress Brigitte entered the room and disappeared from sight. Hmm? Hearing the crack of her flogger on something solid convinced him he was safe to sneak closer. Cell camera paused he looked at every camera mounted on the walls; all were still off. Good for him as much as those involved. What worried him was one of the faculty members running late.

“Man, I hope Lydia Hunt was joking about seducing Mister Belmondo or he could be running up here at any second. My guess is he won’t risk Brigitte’s wrath, the guy was all sweaty and nervous when he was massaging her in the cafeteria earlier. He knew people were looking so he could be worrying what the students were thinking in seeing it. I mean he had most of her titties in his hands in front of a couple hundred students. Of course, they are all adults. The read somewhere that the French are known for being exhibitionists and sexually bold.”

Regardless of what he had read it was likely fabricated by some journalist, but he liked to believe it. Shoes off to avoid squeaking on the tile he hid them in the doorway he was using as shelter. Proceeding onward he found the conference room door wide open. Both doors even. “No way!”

The room was massive, taking up the whole rest of that upstairs wing. The conference room might as well have been a classroom except for being level rather than auditorium style seating like many of them. Holding his breath, Elliot ventured a sly around the corner peek and found his mind blown. Eight male teachers were naked, bound forward with heads bowed as she marched like a military leader in front of them. Yelling at them in French shocked Elliot, expecting an echo. “Whoa! This room must be soundproof. Yet they leave the doors wide open. Defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”

An abrupt palm firmly over his mouth nearly made him give up his position. Dragging him backwards out of harm’s way he found an unexpected voyeur. “Lydia?” Heartbeat slowing, she silenced him until he realized he wasn’t in trouble. What stunned him even more was the strawberry blonde was half naked herself in her sweater style blouse only.

Jaw drooping in shock, Elliot watched her silently perform a 360 in front of him as she removed her sweater then flip him off. He nearly jizzed in his jeans at her incredibly tight body. Mouthing, “What are you doing here? Where are your clothes?” So not complaining, he feigned a whistle at her. Sneering, she pointed at her shoes down on the floor side by side with his own shoes. Returning his silent charade she whispered, “Same as you. I had to know what was going on, so, I followed you up here.” Further outbursts on Brigitte’s part the teachers in their line up replied in only French like good little soldiers. Brigitte’s dominant presence lured Elliot and Lydia to peer in, cell recording. She let him do that, she wanted her hands free. Perfect for him as he checked out her sweet little ass mere inches from his inseam. HELL, FUCKING YES!!!

Shock following shock they witnessed the male teachers reposition. Four standing, four kneeling. Elliot just knew this was going to get ugly. Brigitte barked the commands and the teachers, including Dean Gaultier that were on their knees began sucking off their standing counterparts. Innocent eyes bulged at how compliant they all were.

Elliot felt ill seeing guy on guy. So, not his thing! They were so very obedient to Brigitte it was insane. Lashing out with her crop to strike the standing ovations on their asses, the upright men palmed the backs of their kneeling subjects’ skulls. Ordered to face-fuck their fellow instructors it grew messy. The gag reflexes alone were enough to make Elliot pass his cell to Lydia to record it all so that he could find safety to vomit.

An upstairs bathroom found; he hovered over a toilet. Trouble was he realized if he flushed it the noise might travel. Surely, the restroom was not soundproof. “Fuck!” It had auto flush too so all he could do was let his schooling go down the drain. Whew! Silent flush!

Quietly returning to Lydia he had to stand back and admire her perfect heart shaped ass. Bending over as she was her thigh gap revealed her tight clam, pearls on the outside in the form of her chrome piercings. Drooling at her, he grinned and moved up behind her and palmed her hips, thrusting his inseam into her cheeks just to be funny under pressure. To his surprise she looked over her shoulder grinning. Making expressions of, “Oh yes! Fuck me, Elliot!” He nearly busted up. Taking his shirt off had her ready to laugh as much as he wanted to. She was much cooler than he ever expected. Cooler hotter even! Reaching over her he grabbed her hair and tugged her upright into his chest. “Couldn’t resist!”

“No man can.” She flipped her tongue out at him. Chemistry waning, he let her hair go and she handed him his cell. Moving behind Elliot, she crushed her breasts into his back and waited until he hunched over before reaching beneath him to squeeze his concealed scrotum. She was having way too much fun taking risks. His dick stood up hard as hell.

Brigitte was in her butch ass persona, a split personality maybe, most days charming and flirty, others dark and foreboding such as now. That switch up did have its moments concerning Elliot. He preferred being or rather trying to be the dominant, his ego usually succeeding just enough. Yet there was a passionate side to him. Oddly, standing here with hot ass Lydia palming his balls he didn’t think of Giselle for even a second.

Recording the activity inside became increasingly more difficult. Lydia was here to terrorize Elliot. Releasing his balls her hand moved forward over his tented erection. Peering at her nails on his crotch he noted that she located his zipper and drew it down.

“No fucking way is she crazy enough to ... eep!”

Hand within his pants she dug around for his cock and coaxed it out into the open. “Holy shit!” He mumbled! Repositioning a bit, she palmed his lengthy six and knuckled it. “Why are you doing this at a time like...?” His eyelids fluttered at how awesome her hand job was. The video was unsteady due to his quivering limbs, he had to stop recording. Catching Lydia off balance she let go of him and he turned to face her to find her on her knees. Without concern over her thoughts Elliot shoved his dick right into her face. Eyes bulging, she shared a thin grin then opened her mouth and began sucking him off.

Just like the male teachers were doing to their prey he palmed her head with his free hand and fucked her face. Sunlight creeping through those massive windows made her perfect in his eyes. Lydia got into it with a greedy sloppy loyalty. Who was this crazy bitch? Brigitte’s other daughter? “Crap! Giselle!” What a time to recall his love for her. He nutted too fast before pulling out. Regret was immediate!

Feeding on him however, Lydia refused to let him pull out. Teetering in step he recorded Lydia’s dedication just for the hell of it. Proof should it ever be needed. Hearing Brigitte belt out new instructions alerted Elliot to lean in, praying Lydia wouldn’t release him and let him fall backwards into the conference room. No chance of that, Miss Hunt was starving, suddenly obsessed with his cock. All good, save for Elliot thinking of Giselle possibly wondering where he was. If he pissed Giselle off, then he wouldn’t be able to get into her home tomorrow night and install all of Brahms equipment. Caught between a rock hard and a hard pace.

Those faculty on the floor kneeling traded places with their standing cohorts and bent them over the conference table. Let the anal fucking begin. To compliment them Brigitte sat up on a table and hooked up a big black and menacing strap on. Gelled up she hopped down and moved from one faculty member to the next taking the asses of those doing the fucking.

Seeking a rhythm that satisfied all involved, Brigitte paced up and down the line of four as she nailed each. In her mind finished she removed her strap on tossing it in her bag. From there she crawled up on top of the table and removed her leather bathing suit. Legs wide she slid beneath each of those men bent over one by one while those males standing shoved their counterparts faces into her cunt and wallowed them about in her wetness. Yep! Elliot nutted again. Just hearing Brigitte moan was enough for him.

Filming done Elliot turned his attention back on Lydia. Prying her off in a web of saliva he pulled her to her feet and turned her around. Shoving her into the door frame he took her from behind. Not the most comfortable moment considering his jeans were still fastened, but if his belt were undone there would be a jingling noise due to his buckle. Regardless he hit Lydia’s cunt with vigor.

Soft moans made him palm her mouth. Luckily, with Brigitte crying out being eaten and overly sensitive to their tongues, Lydia could still whine without worry. Harsh male grunts were also helpful. Readying to nut inside Lydia he gnashed his teeth. “What the hell am I doing?” Barely escaping her vulva, his cum shot all over her sweet ass. Pulling away from her he left her leaning against the wall breathing heavily, nails scratching at her scalp at how glorious that was.

Marching back to get his shoes he held her uniform skirt and sweater up waving it at her. Regaining her composure, she scurried up to him then slammed him against the wall and kissed him with a dominance of her own. Salty tongue he accepted it then mumbled, “Stop!” Forced from his lips he whispered his concern. “You’re freaking amazing, Lydia, but I have to get to the library.”

“Giselle.” She pouted! “Sorry Elliot! I took advantage of you. You acted like you wanted me earlier.”

“I did ... I do ... I just ... I love Giselle. I don’t want to lose her.”

“Figures! I find a guy I might actually like, that’s as crazy as I am ... go.” The numbnut kissed her goodbye! Yeah, that helped his situation. She giggled as she got dressed and hurried downstairs. Enough playing superspy! “Hmm! That was kind of Brad and Angie in Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”

Mortal enemies, but sure!

Brigitte finished her glorious routine with satisfaction for all, put her outfit back on and paused to have a smoke. The Dean made for a nice ashtray!

A mad dash across campus Elliot reached the library then realized a few things in walking in. One the place was packed today, even in peering upstairs to the glass railing he found nearly every computer, every table filled. He wondered if Giselle was even up there with so much congestion. Secondly, his jeans were damp from Lydia’s juices and his own jizz.

“I need to go clean up first. I can’t risk Giselle knowing I fucked someone else.” Hurrying into the lower-level restroom he grabbed a bunch of paper towels, wetted them with soap on one wad then moved into a stall to unzip, whip, and grip. A thorough cleaning he felt better about it at least. “I’m so fucking stupid. Lydia was just too freaking sexy. She sure had me fooled that she wasn’t interested in me. I hope to hell she doesn’t go batshit crazy and try and break me and Giselle up.” It was stressful now that he had fucked up like this.

Leaving the restroom in much better shape he hurried upstairs and nodded to as many curious students as looked his way. Finding his roommate Farouk sitting at a computer he squeezed the boy’s shoulders to get his attention. Peering up Farouk smiled. “You are late.” A sly move he shared the video of Brigitte and the faculty. Eyes bulging the Egyptian lad sat up straight, disturbed by seeing his male teachers fucking one another. “Brigitte is lovely. The others not so much.”