Predatrix Two: Revenge and Betrayal
Introduction:
In the last story, Michael figured out that the Predatrix pill did work by fucking one of his student’s mothers, Ashley Kennedy, in the bathroom. Jane, Michael’s colleague and crush, had caught them and this steamy sex-filled chapter starts from with Jane’s falling out with Michael.
At the end of the corridor, Jane almost pushed him inside her cabin and closed the door. He turned around to find her standing, arms across her chest, breathing heavily (her heavy breasts rose and fell in the most hypnotic rhythm), and nostrils flaring. He tore his eyes away from her chest and tried to look into her sharp, stern eyes. He had nothing to say.
“So? What were you thinking?”
Michael stood there, fingers in his pockets, shoulders hunched and dropped his gaze to the floor. He looked like a student being reprimanded by his teacher.
“How you can be so irresponsible is beyond me. You know how strict this school’s management is. If they get a whiff of this, you’re fired. What then? You’re going to join another school? Because high schools are always hiring middle aged teachers these days? And, Jesus Christ, in the school bathroom! You know, I wouldn’t have expected this of anyone, really, but the last person on the planet I would expect this of is you.”
Michael stood frozen in his position, not daring to look up at her. He could see her feet, though. Her small, dainty, white feet encased in her black heels. It took him back to the school trip when all the teachers had gone to the lake, and she was sitting on the edge with her feet in the water. How deeply that day he had yearned to kiss her feet and suck on her little toes. It made him hard just thinking about it.
“Michael!”
“What?”
He snapped at her, a bit more loudly than he was planning to. She was taken aback. He would later realize he should’ve apologized for snapping at her, but at this moment he was too frustrated to calm down. He went on.
“Who do you think you are, huh? So I slept with a kid’s mom. So what? You’re dating another teacher. You don’t see me judging you for it, even though he’s a douche of the highest order. Where the fuck do you get off, Jane, laying into me like that?”
He stopped. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. He shouldn’t have sworn. He shouldn’t have been so loud. He was filled with remorse.
“Jane, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“No, Michael”, she said, her voice faltering, “just – just leave.”
She opened the door for him.
“Jane, listen -”
“Please. Leave.”
Not wanting to see her cry, he dragged his feet out of her cabin and made his way to his classroom to finish off the rest of the meetings. After they were done, he left without the customary end-of-day conversation with Jane and drove on home, sulking. It was a long and horrible day. Parent Teacher Conferences always were bad, but this would probably be the worst – in spite of him having banged Ashley Kennedy, one of the hottest moms out there. He had lost one of his best friends at school, Jane, possibly forever. As he lay in bed that night, though, his thoughts drifted away from Jane and to the bottle of pills in his bag. Predatrix had worked. They had actually worked. He would never have been able to bed Ashley Kennedy if it wasn’t for those tablets. Thinking about how he had spanked her and cum in her mouth made him hard all over again, and he drifted off, dreaming about her hot body and what else he’d like to do to her.
The next morning, he woke up to two texts. One was from Jane.
Michael. I just want to tell you that you were right. I shouldn’t have laid into you about sleeping with a parent. It’s your life. Who am I to judge? I thought we were close friends and I wanted to protect you, but clearly, I was out of place. I won’t interfere in your life again. I hope you can do the same, Mr Scott.
He kept the phone down and held his head in his hands. This was infuriating. Why was she being so uptight about this? And what the hell was so bloody wrong about sleeping with his student’s mother? Also, friends fight. It’s natural. Adults need to work through their problems, not avoid them like she was doing. She could be so immature sometimes, he thought, as he opened the next message.
It was from Ashley Kennedy.
Mr Scott. I wanted to discuss some problems Jake was having at school so I was hoping we could meet at lunch and bang out the details. It’s a Saturday so I hope you’ll be free to come over to my house. Jake will be out with his friends and my husband has office so I’m sure we’ll have enough time to go really deep.
He smiled. She was so dirty. He quickly texted her that he’d be there at 1pm.
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As he pulled into her driveway, he checked his watch. He was on time. He wasn’t sure if needed another pill to sleep with her this time. She seemed enthusiastic enough. On the other hand, things could go wrong for a number of reasons. She could be expecting the Michael who seduced her that day, who was a very different person from who Michael actually was. Secondly, he could say or do something to creep her out or kill the mood. That was very, very possible. Not wanting to take chances with this blonde dynamite of a mom, Michael took out the pills and popped one inside his mouth. Fears assuaged, he locked his car and made his way up the flight of stairs to her apartment. It was hard to believe how quickly Predatrix worked – it was just about instantaneous. He was already beginning to feel a sense of hyper awareness, and a sense that he was about to go on autopilot. He knocked on her door thrice.
After a few minutes of waiting, it was opened by someone who very clearly wasn’t Mrs Kennedy.
“Jane?”
“Well, what are the odds? Come inside”, she said as she held the door for him.
Michael didn’t understand this. What was Jane doing at Mrs Kennedy’s place? And where was Ashley?
“Jane, what’s going on?”
She walked up to him and crossed her arms. Her reddish brown hair was tied in a short pony tail. Her full, red lips were pursed. She was wearing a white sundress – not her usual style at all. But then again, she wasn’t at school. She smelled like cherries, though.
“Michael, your timing is, well, appropriate, I suppose. I had just come over to Mrs Kennedy’s place to tell her why she shouldn’t sleep with a teacher. I figured if I couldn’t convince you, I might as well try to convince her to back off.”
There were so many questions he needed answered. Firstly, why was Jane being such a bitch about this? Secondly, where was Ashley Kennedy? And what exactly did Jane tell her? How did she respond? But, in spite of all these questions, Michael was helpless to the influence of Predatrix. He couldn’t resist the images in his head of Jane splayed out, naked, under him, as he pounded her cunt. His erection was growing in his pants and his mind was working on her. He stepped closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Jane, listen…”
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Ashley was freaking out. How did Jane find out about them? She shouldn’t have been so careless: fucking a teacher in the school bathroom, that was too reckless. Jane must’ve seen them, obviously. Even so, she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Jane that afternoon.
It was a little after 12 noon, and she was just getting ready for Michael. Her red lipstick was on and her hair was done – she was trying on different sets of lingerie for her lover. Last time they fucked she was just wearing basic black cotton underwear. This time she wanted to wow him. She tried on a set of red lace lingerie. It looked sultry alright; with the material playing hide-and-seek with her body. But, she felt, the bra wasn’t tight enough. She wanted her already big breasts to be pushed up. So she took off the red lace set and put on her black teddy. It was nice and small – but it didn’t show off her cleavage. After going through a few more sexy items her loving husband had bought for her, she found the one. A purple chantilly lace-trim babydoll. The bra was small enough to push her breasts up and the translucent fabric showed off her toned tummy enough. Down below, her purple thong rode up the back of her ass crack and covered just enough of her pussy slit. This was it.
She had just put this on when she heard a knock on the door. It was a bit earlier than she was expecting Michael but she figured he couldn’t wait. She smiled; he could be so cute sometimes. After a quick look in the mirror, she walked to the door and swung it open with a sexy smile only to find, not Michael, but Jane Abbott, another teacher from her son’s school.
“Mrs Kennedy”, she had said with a smug smile, “waiting for someone? Your husband, perhaps?”
Without so much as an invitation, she had marched into the room in her fluttery short sundress.
“Excuse me, but what are you doing here, Ms Abbott?”, Ashley asked her with a nervous gulp. There was something about Jane’s manner that made her nervous.
“Mrs Kennedy, I saw you sleeping with your son’s school teacher in school yesterday. That is why I’m here.”
Ashley was spellbound. She didn’t know how to respond. There was so much that could happen. Jane could get her son suspended. She could get Michael fired. She could even tell her husband and ruin her life.
“Well, it’s my life. I’m a free woman. I can -”
“Yes, yes, you have your rights. But that doesn’t mean what you did was ethical. Now I came here to request you to see reason. It’s not okay to sleep with your kid’s teacher…”
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“Oh my God, Jane, you’re amazing… fuck!”, Michael moaned as Jane’s head bobbed on his erect cock. A few days ago he was fantasizing about this woman and now, here he was sitting on the couch with Jane between his legs. She had pulled down the straps of her sundress and bra to play with her ripe breasts while she bobbed up and down on his erection. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. They were perfect. Not too big, and not small in any sense of the term. They were full, perky, pale handfuls of flesh with perfect pink, erect nipples. It drove him crazy the way she pinched and pulled and squeezed her plump breasts. Her full, soft, red lips felt unbelievable wrapped around his dick. Her warm, moist mouth made him moan every time she went down on him. He grabbed a fistful of her luxurious red-brown hair and controlled the pace, slowing her down so he lasted longer. She was working her tongue on the underside of his shaft – licking it furiously.
He finally pulled her mouth of his wet, hard, cock. She was gasping for air and a string of saliva and pre-cum was dribbling off her red lips and down her chin.
“Sit on my lap”, Michael ordered in a husky voice.
She smiled and stood up, hurriedly pulling off her panties and throwing them away before jumping on to his lap, straddling him. Her white arms were around his shoulders and her breasts inches from his face. She saw him staring and smiled. He reached around to grab her curvy hips with one hand as he held his dick up with another. When the tip of is dick touched her wet, and surprisingly hot pussy slit, they both moaned and gulped. Then he pushed her down on his cock and slid into her tight, warm, cunt. She was biting her lower lip to stop from screaming as his big dick slid all the way inside her – till she could feel his balls against her taint.
“You’re – you’re fucking huge, Michael”, she stammered, still trying to get used to his size.
He smiled and pulled her close. Deeply inhaling her scent, he kissed her neck and started slowly gyrating his hips. He could feel her breasts and pointy nipples pressed against his chest as she rocked with him. He was finally having sex with Jane Abbott, the woman of his dreams. He wasn’t sure about how he felt about the way he got her to fuck him, but he couldn’t be bothered by that at the present moment. Jane Abbott was riding his cock like she wanted to milk it with her pussy. Michael grabbed fistfuls of her ass flesh as she rode him deep, slow, and steady. Neither of them wanted to rush this. They wanted to feel every inch of his thick dick stretch out her tight, warm pussy. He felt her warm, moaning breath on his neck and her nails digging into his shoulders – her entire body pressed against his. Wanted to take charge a bit, Michael held her tight and stood up, with his dick still inside her and her slender legs instinctively wrapped tight around his waist.
“HOLY FUCK MICHAEL!”, Jane yelled. She had never done something like this before.
“It’s pretty great, right?”, he said before he pushed her against the nearest wall and started ploughing into her hard and fast. He was fucking her like a jackhammer and she was losing control.
“I’m – so – close – Mike – al”, she managed to say while he pounded her.
He saw her body arch and squirm against him as she neared orgasm. There was a fine, shiny layer of sweat all over her. She smelled of it. It felt so primal – Michael loved it. Even her perfect hair was in complete disarray from all the humping. She quickly pulled him deep inside and said, “On your knees, baby.” Confused, he pulled out and got on his knees in front of her. Then, lifting one leg over his shoulder, she rubbed her clit furiously as she screamed and squirt her juice, copiously, all over Michael’s face. He was too astounded to do anything. He hadn’t even met a girl who squirted like this before – much less one who wanted to squirt on a guy’s face. When she was done, and Michael was literally drenched, she took his leg off his shoulder and sighed happily.
“What?” she asked, bending down to him, “can’t a girl give her lover a facial?”
Michael started laughing as he got up. She grabbed his erect dick surprisingly hard, making him wince.
“Don’t worry, baby, I haven’t forgotten about you.”
She went to her knees, spat into both her palms, and started jerking him off.
“You know, Michael”, she said while she jerked him off, “I wish you would’ve shown me this side of you earlier. We could’ve had so much fun.”
“Y-Yes”, Michael stammered as her soft, wet hands worked their magic. After just a few more deep strokes, Michael moaned out loudly and shivered as his dick shot out numerous big drops of cum all over Jane. He got jizz on her face, tits, and hair too. Once he was done, she squeezed the last drops out of his cock with her hands and licked it off his tip. He collapsed to the floor, which was wet with Jane’s cum.
“Fuck, that was amazing”, Michael said, catching his breath and watching her play with the cum on her body.
“Yeah, it really was”, she said, collecting his cum off her tits and putting it in her mouth.
“Hey Jane?”, he asked after a pause.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Where’s Ashley Kennedy?”
She looked into his eyes and he held her gaze till she caved.
“Well, let’s just say we don’t have to worry about her coming home any time soon”, Jane replied as she cleaned the cum off her face in a way that made Michael’s tired cock want to go at her again.
“Let’s say more”, Michael said seriously, trying his best not to just stare at her while she ate his cum.
“Okay, fine. But I just did what I did because you wouldn’t listen to me. I asked Ashley to stop seeing you but she said she wouldn’t and that she had a great time. Of course, now I know what she was talking about but that doesn’t change the fact that what she did was wrong. So I had to take measures.”
“What kind of measures?”
“Time to take a shower”, she said as she got up and took Michael’s hand. He followed her into the bathroom. As the cold water started cleaning off their bodies and she reached for the soap, he repeated his question, “Jane, what measures?”
She turned around, rubbing the soapy loofah over her tits. After realizing that Michael wasn’t going to leave without an answer, she said, “Well, if you must know, I threatened to tell her husband about what happened. Why would he believe me? Because I had photographs. Of you two entering the toilet and leaving it together. There are not many reasons why a guy and a girl go into the same toilet, are there, Michael?”
Michael’s dick, in spite of the fuck session he had just had, slowly grew as he saw her rub her loofah between her legs and moan. He tried to put those thoughts out of his head and took the loofah from her.
“What?”, Jane asked with a flirty smile, “you want to know what I did? Fine! I told her that, if she didn’t stop sleeping with you, I’d send the photographs to her husband. I had his number from last year when their kid was in one of my classes. And she said some things, being the egotistical bitch that she is, and so I did. She quickly changed and pushed me aside to rush to her husband’s office, leaving me in her flat, to check if he’d seen the images or not.”
As Michael processed this, Jane came close to him and took the loofah from his hands, rubbing the soap between his legs. She stroked his soapy, hard dick and balls and then rubbed the loofah on his ass.
“Jane… you ruined her marriage… why? Why do you care so much about this?”
She didn’t reply but kept stroking his dick.
He turned her around and pushed her against the glass wall. Standing right behind her, pressing his dick into her bum, he repeated, “Why, Jane?”
She finally relented, confessing, “Fine, fine! I’ll tell you. The thing is – well, Ashley and I were in the same high school. And back then, I was – well, I didn’t always look like this. I was fat and ugly. And Ashley, well, Ashley was always the little princess with her blonde hair and prematurely developed breasts. Ashley and her gang routinely picked on me. Every fucking day. They were bullies, Michael, plain and simple. And one day it went too far.”
Michael turned Jane around and looked into her doe eyes.
“Jane, what happened?”
“Ashley slept with my boyfriend at the time, George. He was my first boyfriend – my first kiss. And she slept with him – just to spite me. Just to show me that I didn’t matter. How do I know that? Because she had made a video. That’s right, she had a video of her sleeping with George, not that he knew he was being recorded, and she sent it to me with a caption how she got further with George in one night than I had in four months. And the next day she broke up with George because she didn’t even care. She slept with him to break me.”
“That’s fucked up”, Michael said. He had never seen Jane like this before. She didn’t look sad or pathetic. She had a cold, determined look in her eyes.
“Yeah, it’s fucked up alright. And I stopped talking to her after that. After school, she didn’t ever talk to me either – she didn’t even care. Hell, she doesn’t even recognize me any more. If you asked her, she’d tell you I’m just a moral policewoman forcing her to do the right thing. But the truth is that, when you slept with her, all the bad memories of high school and her sleeping with George came back to me. And I know, you’re not my boyfriend, but you’re like my closest friend here. And I was just so furious with her – I couldn’t let this opportunity pass. I’ve always waited to exact my revenge and now I have it.”
Michael stood there for a moment, processing all of this. The shower was still running. Jane’s hands were on his shoulders. His hands were on the glass pane. She hugged him close and he felt her naked, wet breasts pressed up against her body. He wrapped his hands around her too. His erect cock poked between her thighs and she playfully squeezed them together, murmuring, “I knew you’d understand.”
“Oh I understand, alright”, said Michael, filled with a quiet rage against Ashley Kennedy and his mind thinking of all the ways he could hurt her, “I understand just fine.”
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And while Michael was fucking Jane from behind against the glass panel in the bathroom, Ashley Kennedy sat in her husband’s office, feeling her life was falling apart. She had just walked in on her husband fucking his secretary.
TO BE CONTINUED
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