Brenda Wade, Undercover – Day One

By Malleus

 

            Brenda Wade sat at her desk across from Axanna Morgan, a news story hot from the presses between them. “Teacher Disappearances at School #1337,” the headline shouted, and both of the buxom ladies knew that this was not the first bit of trouble to come from there. Previous issues had discussed the rising drug problem in the area of the precinct that the school was in, and they knew that they needed to investigate both: the previous half hour had been them discussing this, while Lydia fetched them both drinks. Brenda collected her thoughts, breathed in deeply, and began to speak:

“This job might require more subtlety than Ms.Americana or Green Spectre can usually do.”

            Axanna raised a golden eyebrow at this, it was very rarely that they were not in costume when investigating, and this would require an extended time away from her position as the head of the city’s main news company, but she had read every headline about School #1337 the night before, and she knew how bad it was, and how right her raven-haired friend was.
“This will have to be an extended operation, then, if we are to get to the bottom of all this, and we will have to live amongst the people there… do you think you can do it?”

            Now it was Brenda’s turn to raise an eyebrow: she had wanted to investigate, certainly, but had not expected that it would be an extended thing: go in for a week disguised, trick some people into giving up the dirt, and then coming back as Ms.Americana to clean it up. However, she did see some merit in Axanna’s suggestion.

“Yes, I think that I will have to endure it,” she pointed at the paper, “Maybe we can go in as substitute teachers?”

            All that they would need to do would be to get emergency certifications, and a large enough donation from either of them would be enough to convince the state authorities to let them have them. Lydia spoke up, though: “Well the teachers that are currently missing are an English teacher, a Biology teacher, and a Health/Gym teacher, so we will have to be able to teach those classes,” she said, pausing, and then chiming in, “I’ll take Biology, I love animals!”

            Axanna and Brenda chuckled at this, but then both put a finger to their chin, thinking.
Brenda spoke first: “I should be the English teacher. It is too close to your real-life position for you to take it, it could be too risky for you.” Axanna sighed, but nodded, before standing up, “I will have to get ready, then… study up and all that nonsense. I’ll look for an apartment in the area, to help with my cover. You should do the same.” After she left, Lydia turned to Brenda, “Brenda, I’ll have to stay here, I’m still taking classing at the University, but I can schedule it so that I can sub as well.” Brenda nodded, and leaned back in her chair, before picking up the paper and thumbing through to the classified section, to look at tenements in the area. This would require work, but she could do it, or she wasn’t Ms.Americana!

 

Brenda Wade - Day One, School

            Wendy Brade, that was her name, for now, bounced into the school full of enthusiasm: She was going to teach, and this was what she had seen teachers do for their first day. She kept a wide smile on her face, despite the yellowing walls, cracked cream-colored tile, leering students, and the unleashed dogs that patrolled the halls: the dogs were there to replace security officers. Her classroom was in the eastern wing of the building, the all-male side, and they all gazed on with awe and wonder as she made her way up the steps, her breasts bouncing beneficently with each step, her keys bouncing in and out of them. She finally reached her classroom, opened the door, and took a seat while the students filed in, and a sad lot they were, too. All high-school seniors, angry at the world at ready to go.

            She called attendance, and they responded, too annoyed to mess with the results, and each of them ogled her in turn. Of interest to us, though, is one named Carl. He eyed her, and thoughts pleasant for him filled his brain, because he knew that she lived in the same hallway as he did, and he knew that he’d be thinking about her pillowy red lips and snugglable tits tonight. Her musical voice called his name, he said “Here,” and she moved on, but he knew that he would be seeing her again. As rollcall finished, though, Wendy went and picked up the book that they had been assigned, Moby Dick, and began to read.

 

Brenda Wade – Night One, Tenements

            She had a good day, she had taught her classes without incident, had had a healthy lunch, and had made it home alive, to her small apartment in the tenements. It lacked many of the creature comforts of her mansion, but it was livable, though sparse at the moment. She had challenged herself to live within the salary of a substitute teacher, meagre as it was, and by the goddess she would! One of the comforts it lacked, however, was that it had no shower, so the only option was the shower at the end of the hall, which you only got if you got their first. Wrapped up in a towel, she made her way out to try and get to the shower before the rest of the hall came home.

            Sam had his eye to the peephole of his door, though, and, as she came by, he opened the door ever so slightly, the towel catching on the handle and pulling away, leaving Brenda naked as the day she had been born. She did not have time to react when a flash of light stunned the statuesque stunner as Sam snapped a picture of her in all of her glory. She turned, mouth open, but he knew that he would only have one shot at this, so he would need to act fast, “Well, well, well, Ms.Brade! Exposing yourself to your students! That is not in the code of ethics at the school,” he said loud enough to be heard through the hall, but it was only Brenda and him there, and he knew in.

            Brenda looked like a fish out of water, her mouth flapping, forgetting that she was in the nude as she tried to respond, and she did not have time to, as Sam put his phone down on a table in his room, stepped outside, and closed the door. He leaned forward, she was a head taller than him so he had to tilt his neck, but he whispered into her ear, “You will do exactly as I say, or I send that to everyone in the school. The boys, the girls, the teachers, the principal, even the janitor.” A look of defeat flashed over Brenda’s face for a moment, as Sam grabbed her breast before she could even respond, but she made her face straight again, looking for all the world like a negotiator, before nodding, “Ok,” she said, the words coming out of her large red lips, “how about we take this party to your room?”

            Sam smiled wickedly, his teeth flashing, “So that you can get my phone? No no no, we go to your place.” Head high, she led her student back to her apartment, her towel trailing behind her, and stepped inside. Sam whistled as he looked around the apartment, more as a courtesy than from being impressed, and undid his fly. Brenda turned around and raised an eyebrow, but Sam pointed at his cock and ordered: “Suck.” Offended, but in a trap, Brenda fell to her knees before him and licked the tip of his cock: she had done this before, but not to someone so young.

            She planted a kiss on his cock, as she had been taught, and then slowly worked her way down the shaft, taking a little bit more each time she moved her head forward, and Sam was already grinning and breathing hard. She was using her tongue well, playing with the tip  as her lips caressed the rest of it. However, Sam was nowhere close to done yet, as he pushed her away, “You are one damned good cocksucker, but we are not done yet,” he said, pointing at the bed, “Up there, now.” Sadly, she did as he said, forgetting that her phone was on her bedside table, and she sat on the bed, legs apart and hands holding her pussy open, and Sam laughed cruelly, “I didn’t even have to tell you to do that! We really did end up with a total slut for a teacher!” He fistpumped, then moved towards her on the bed, stripping out of clothes clumsily as he did, yet, in a minute’s time, he was on top of her.

            Brenda had not been idle, though, and, during the blowjob and while he was getting rid of his clothes, she had been playing with herself, trying to get herself wet so that it wouldn’t hurt as much when we began plowing into her. It was easier than she thought, priming herself to be taken by a student, and she had found a spot deep in her mind where she always wanted something like this, but she could not let that dominate her: she just needed to get his phone, and his keys were on her apartment floor. She had little time to think of this, though, as he jackhammered into her. He did not have skill, but he did have enthusiasm, and that small pocket in her mind started to take over.

            She was a moaning heap beneath him, as Sam plunged his cock into Wendy Brade over and over again, her moist walls welcoming him each time, squeezing tightly on him. He knew that he was going to cum soon anyways, but he wanted this to go on for as long as possible, so he tried to think of other things, but all he thought of were her breasts bouncing as she came up the stairs, much like they were bouncing now, underneath him, and he brought one up to his mouth, sucking on, and occasionally biting, the teat. She moaned even more as he did this, and tightened more too, so he kept going, not realizing that she was so close to orgasm from his rough ministrations. She knew, though, and her moans were starting to become “Oh, Goddess, oh Goddess, oh, Goddess!”

            Brenda came hard, her mind dominated by the part that wanted to be fucked by those she protected, and she reached a hand down to her clit and quickly came again before she felt Sam cumming deep inside of her. That was all she needed for a third time, and they both lay there, panting together. Three orgasms took a bit to recover from, especially three so glorious because they had fulfilled her fantasy. Another flash of light broke her out of her reverie, though, as Sam snapped a picture on her phone and sent it to himself. She shook with anger, but as he reached down and tweaked her clit, she came again, screaming in ecstasy as he leaned down next to her.

“Now listen up, from this day on, you are my bitch. You will do what I say, when I say, are we clear?” He tweaked her clit again, making Brenda whimper, but she nodded and said,
“Yes. I am your bitch and will do what you say,” until I can get my hands on those pictures, she thought.

He quickly dressed himself, sent the photo to his phone, and left the room before coming back shortly after. He threw two vibrating dildos between her legs, “You will have those in you as you teach tomorrow,” he said, showing her the controls in this hands, “Under your clothing, and I will know.” He looked around her room quickly and picked up a small pack on her dresser, pocketing it, “Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, you’re mine, now.”

Brenda sat for a while after he left the room… she hoped that Lydia and Axanna were faring better than she, as his cum dripping out between her legs.