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Title: Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills Part 36
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia / Brunski
Codes: MF, Anal, Rough
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Teen Wolf, especially the characters Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Stiles, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Brunski, Derek & Peter Hale
Summary: Season 4 Episode 9. Lydia and Stiles need to get into a filing cabinet in Eichen House. Brunski, the head orderly, refuses a bribe, so Lydia distracts him with sex as Stiles breaks in to steal the files.

“Wait. Slow down,” Sheriff Stilinski said to his son and the gorgeous red-haired teen with him. “So your mom recognized the girl from Eichen House from a photo you showed her?”
“Yes. Meredith Walker,” Lydia Martin confirmed, nodding her pretty little head.
“The same Meredith Walker that Stiles met in Eichen House because she was insane,” the sheriff asked.
“Is. She still is insane. Her Banshee ability, from what we can tell, is responsible,” Stiles informed his dad before giving Lydia a compassionate glance.
“So how did your mom know Meredith?” Sheriff Stilinski asked.
“She was in Eichen House with my grandmother,” Lydia answered. “Well, Meredith was in Eichen House because of my grandmother.”
“Wait. What,” the sheriff asked.
“That’s not the crazy part. The crazy part is that we think she is still alive,” Stiles blurted out.
The sheriff stared at his son for several long seconds before shaking his head, turning his back and shutting his office door. “What?”
“Lydia’ grandmother was in Eichen House, she may not be dead, her boathouse was constructed from mountain ash, and she left a coded message for Lydia—the same code used by the Benefactor,” Stiles recapped in rapid-fire succession. “And it’s not just that she could still be alive…”
“...It’s that she would have had to fake her own death,” Lydia continued.
“Your grandmother, Lorraine Martin, faked her death?” Stilinski asked in disbelief.
“Definitely,” Stiles nodded.
“Maybe,” Lydia answered truthfully, given the information they possessed.
“More than likely, yes,” Stiles countered, drawing an eye roll from the lovely redhead.
“Oh, I'm guessing you got a story to back this up?” Sheriff Stilinski asked.
“She might be helping The Benefactor,” Lydia shared.
“Or is The Benefactor,” Stiles added.
“Hold on a second. Fill in some holes for me,” the sheriff asked.
“Okay. I’ll give you the shorthand version. My grandmother, while working for IBM, had a Banshee…moment, but didn’t know what it was. It turned out to be a sign that her lover was going to die. Over the next few decades, my grandmother tried figuring out how she knew,” Lydia started her explanation. “She started with parapsychologists, who built the study in the lake house according to every pseudoscientific theory they could find.”
“The same study you used to find the first keyword cipher?” Sheriff Stilinishi interrupted, drawing a nod from his son.
“But for Lorraine and the scientists, none of it worked. So then she started going to more extreme occult. Things like mediums and psychics. All of them were failures…until she found Meredith,” Lydia picked back up her tale. “They found her in Eichen House. This fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard. They brought her to the study. And they almost killed her.”
“Because she was a Banshee,” the older man asked, and yet another nod from his son.
“She was hospitalized for over a year. She never really recovered,” Lydia said, tears starting to form in her big green eyes. “My grandmother drove her insane. I drove her to suicide. And all she ever wanted to do was help.”
“Well damn,” Stilinski swore, rubbing the back of his neck.
Retrieving a piece of paper from her purse, Lydia handed it to the older man. “My grandmother created the code for the dead pool. They think she's the Banshee who put the names out in the first place. She left me this message in the same code.”
“But she didn't leave a cipher key, did she?”
“We cracked the cipher actually. Hence why we are here,” Stiles said to his dad. “We need your database.”
After reluctantly agreeing, as long as Deputy Parrish supervised, they found out that the short list that Lorraine Martin left for her granddaughter was not quite a Dead Pool, but an already dead Pool, as every name on the list had already died within the last 10 years. Curiously, they all died of suicides and all at the same location … Eichen House.
Once Parrish was called away, leaving Lydia and Stiles alone, the gorgeous girl stated the obvious. “We need to go there.”
“Lydia, Eichen House isn't a library,” Stiles explained. “You need a warrant to get files from there.”
“My grandmother left me a list of 10 suicides, including her own. There's got to be a reason why,” Lydia countered.
“Unfortunately, we burnt our one and only time being able to get help inside with the whole Brunski thing,” Stiles stated, referring to Lydia having to fuck the orderly in order to gain access to Meredith a few weeks ago.
“I can’t bribe him again,” Lydia said flatly.
“Oh God. I never would have suggested that you use your body as payment to that asshole,” the teen boy replied immediately.
“Oh, it’s not that. I would gladly take it up the ass again from him in order to look through the files. But Brunski said he’s not willing for any more quid pro quo. However, he did remind me that his dick was available to me whenever I wanted a good and proper fuck,” Lydia explained.
“Real charmer, that one,” Stiles said while grinding his teeth. “God, I hate that guy.”
“Wait! While I can’t bribe him…I will be able to distract him,” Lydia said excitedly as an idea solidified in her mind.
“Lydia, no. Not again,” Stiles shook his head.
“Stiles…it’s the only way. I distract Brunski and you pull the files from the records room,” the redhead stated. “Now grab your car keys and let’s go.”
* * *
An hour later and a crappy blue Jeep was pulling up several streets away from the mental asylum. They approached the building separately, with Lydia using the front door and heading straight for Brunski’s office, while Stiles used his previous knowledge of Eichen House to sneak in and go for the records room, which happened to be the adjoining room to Brunski’s.
“I knew you couldn’t resist,” Brunski grinned after inviting her into his office when she said she wasn’t here in a police or ‘favors’ capacity.
“What can I say? Once I find something I like, I want more.” As she spoke those words, she added an up-and-down look over the orderly’s body and a lick of the lips. Not the most subtle act of seduction, but it gained her entrance and a seat on his sofa no less.
“I could tell right from the first time I met you that you were a big cock-hungry whore who needed a firm hand guiding her,” Brunski elegantly stated as he walked out from behind his desk to sit on the sofa beside the 17 year old girl.
“Yup. That’s me. A cock-hungry whore,” Lydia replied in her dry tone, though part of her understood those words were extremely true.
Speaking of a lack of elegance, Brunski suddenly leaned in and kissed Lydia on the mouth. She wasn’t expecting it, and almost blew her cover by throwing the jerk off her. However, she remembered at the last second and returned the kiss. Besides, she knew that kissing would be the least of the physical touching in her future.
Lydia couldn’t help but moan a little as his kisses to her neck took effect. Though the man was likely involved in some capacity with all the suicides on her grandmother’s list, he was hot as hell and quite competent in the bedroom, or sofa in this case. As he began to get handsy by feeling up her pillowy tits, she was about to pump the brakes in order to slow things down, if not stop them outright. However, when she opened her eyes, she clearly saw Stiles through the wide open door that connected Brunski’s office to the adjoining file room.
“Shit. Will definitely need to hold all his focus now,” Lydia thought, or else the open door would reveal Stiles.
With Brunski occupied in groping her tits through her shirt, the two teens made eye contact, having a brief mouthed-and-charaded conversation about how she’d keep the orderly busy but Stiles would still have to do his best staying out of sight. However, hands starting to rub up underneath her skirt, along her milky white inner thigh, was enough to make Lydia’s attention back fully to the head orderly.
“I’ve been thinking about this teen pussy for weeks. But first, why not a drink?” Brunski said, standing up and about to turn in the direction of Stiles, whose shoes were visible from the other room.
“No! Come back to me,” Lydia shouted, getting his attention and saving Stiles from discovery.
“Yeah? Seems like you forgot from last time,” Brunski stalked towards her something dark lurking in his eyes. “I don’t care how hot you are. You don’t order me around. And now you need to learn that lesson again, and the only way to teach you is fucking you hard. Really hard...and in the ass”
“Of course it is,” Lydia muttered, cursing her luck, but also getting a little wet from the dirty talk at the same time. “Well you already know that I can do that.”
With a cocky grin on his face, Brunski made his order to his teenaged-sex slave. “Skirt off. Now.”
Lydia reached down and undid the zipper of the skirt that Brunski had been digging underneath only a minute earlier. Within seconds, she was wiggling her hips and pushing the tight skirt down her athletic legs, leaving herself only in a thong. Of course, being the horny teenage boy that Stiles was, his 6th sense for when a hot girl was undressing kicked in and he turned to look into the office, getting a good eyeful of his crush with the majority of her lower body exposed when he should be searching.
“God. That body is insane. Now come here,” Brunski growled, pulling her in before crashing his lips against hers.
Brunski wasn’t a bad kisser, per se. Sure, he was a little too forceful with his tongue plowing into her mouth and wrestling her tongue for control, but then again, Lydia would prefer to be submissive. Plus, the Banshee imagined that Brunski liked his women meek and to follow his lead, which was what Lydia was currently doing.
“Finish getting naked now,” Brunski said, pulling his tongue from her mouth and sitting back on the back of his sofa. “And make it sexy.”
Knowing clearly what he wanted, Lydia reached down and slowly pulled up the hem of her shirt until it was raised over her head. As she tossed it aside, she reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and let the sadistic jerk, and the loitering Stiles, stare at her large, pillowy tits. Remembering who she was playing (an easy fuckdoll, for lack of a better word), Lydia put on her best smile before slowly running her hands up her flat stomach before cresting her tits and squeezing them together, which created a large canyon of cleavage.
“Mmm...very nice. Now play with the nipples,” Brunski groaned.
Lydia would love to say she was hating every minute of it, but she wasn’t. Regardless, the Banshee pushed one of her fingers deep into her mouth before slowly withdrawing it, giving the digit a little mock blowjob. Lydia did likewise with a finger on her opposite hand, getting both Brunski aroused and her fingers slippery in spit. Now, as she rubbed the saliva-coated digit around her nipple, it made them glide with ease. Not content with simply rubbing, the Banshee gripped her nipple between slippery fingers and thumb and pulled on them, stretching her hefty boobs outwards and getting her nipples extremely erect.
“Still have one last item on...but leave the boots. I like those,” the perverted man ordered.
Without argument, Lydia used her hands to reach down, then run back up her legs. Taking a phat butt cheek in each hand, the Banshee pulled them apart to show just a hint of the outer ring of her asshole from around the thin material of her thong. Not stopping there, Lydia continued her hands up until her fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong. The Banshee pulled the panties down until she felt the silk material pull out of her crack and nestle down on her thighs where her skirt was.
“Well that is a hell of a sight,” Brunski commented.
Ever since she started fucking the lacrosse captain early in her freshman year, Lydia was used to shaving her sex bare, and tonight was no exception. Her pussy was completely hairless, which apparently both perverted older man and spying teenage boy appreciated. Which meant, as Lydia rested her tits and face against the back wall, which was right in front of her, the Eichen House orderly had a perfect view of Lydia’s crinkled asshole and bright pink pussy.
“Okay Lydia, time to give us what we both need. For my big dick to tear through that ass again,” Brunski stated, having moved right behind her with his pants off and his cock fully erect.
“I don’t have any lube,” Lydia cursed, knowing she was going to be in for a rough ride since she knew Brunski’s dick was fat
“Something tells me that a girl like you can handle it,” the sadistic jerk replied, clearly wanting to use a more derogatory word than ‘girl’.
Brunski gave his middle finger a quick suck before using the saliva to act as lube so he could push the tip right past her anal barrier and into her ass. Lydia gave a faint moan, but it was enough to make the sadistic jerk smile. She damned herself for having such a pleasurable asshole, but she couldn’t help that she loved having anything shove into it.
Remembering how easily she took her backdoor banging a few weeks back, Brunski shoved his middle finger all the way into Lydia’s asshole before wiggling it all around. Just like she’d done during their previous time together, the redhead cooed and awed as his finger burrowed 4 inches deep and twirled all about. Once he was satisfied everything felt right, Brunski added a second finger, which immediately drilled 4 inches deep.
“Take a cheek in each hand and keep them pulled apart, Lydia,” Brunski almost growled in her ear.
Lydia knew what was coming so she went to a healthy place in her mind and did her best to relax. No stranger to anal sex, the gorgeous teenager had long ago grown accustom to relaxation techniques for her sphincter. Lydia felt his thick, pointed cock slid between the inner edges of her curvy cheeks as it continued forward. As his tip poked against her asshole, there was roughly a second’s pause before Lydia closed her eyes and bit her lip in response to her anal ring being stretched out to accomodate Brunski’s cock up her ass.
“Ohhh,” Lydia moaned as Brunski pushed a third of his manhood into her rectum.
The Banshee felt Brunski give her backside a few tentative strokes, only using half his length and going rather slow. Once he was sure the teen girl wasn’t going to scream out and alert the fellow Eichen House employees, that slow pace was a thing of the past. Lydia felt his hands tighten around her thin waist as he used the grip to pull her back at the same time he thrust his hips forward with more speed. Right away, Lydia was taking his girthy 8-inch cock balls deep in her unprepared ass, feeling his rapid pace which took him from the very tip to the base of his manhood and less than a heartbeat. Brunski kept up this neck-breaking pace for a good minute before slowing down.
“Mhmmm...can’t decide what I like more. Destroying your cute little asshole or taking my time and feeling every inch massaged by your opening,” Brunski hissed in her ear.
“Lucky me,” Lydia quipped under her breath.
Other than the little comment, Lydia kept her mouth in the same wide O shape that it was in since her initial sodomy. She understood she needed to keep quiet, therefore her constant series of moans were of a low volume, but Brunski had other ideas. Getting off on the mere idea, once Brunski retrieved the pair of panties the 17 year old had been wearing all day off his dirty floor and stuffed them into her yawning mouth, he swore his cock got even harder. With her thong muffling her moans, the sadistic man moved his hands up to her neck, forcing the Banshee’s back and neck to bow from the pressure of his arms pulling back on her head like the reins of a horse.
“Let’s have a look at the handiwork,” Brunski commented, pulling out of her ass without warning.
Brunski moved her hands out of the way so his stronger grip could replace and really pull apart her thick curvy muscles. After the initial assfucking of the Banshee, a sizable inch gape was seen where her once cute, crinkled asshole had been only a few minutes prior. She felt the repulsive man staring deep into her poop chute before she first heard, then felt a wad of spit land right in the massive crater of her butt.
“Oh ffuuuuccckkkk,” Lydia swore after his dick pushed back inside her.
Now with some lube in place, Brunski found out he could really fuck the Banshee’s ass with more speed and power. After another insane salvo of neck-breaking thrusts, Brunski felt himself tiring under the ferocity, so a change was needed. Thus, the cruel man pulled out of Lydia’s heavenly asshole and spun her around to face him.
“On your knees, baby,” Brunski demanded, helping her with a hand pressing down on the top of her head.
“Oh? And why do you want me kneeling on the floor?” Lydia asked sarcastically. She may have only been 17 years old but she had more than enough experience to know what the pervert wanted from her next.
“Why else do you think? So you can suck me off,” Brunski laughed, his dick glistening in her anal juices.
The man knew she would do it for multiple reasons. The first was that she’d done it before, and even during that time, Brunski knew it wasn’t the first time the teenager had gone ass-to-mouth on a dick. For two, Lydia Martin was clearly cock-obsessed, and he was her latest muse. Of course, the narcissistic man had no idea she really was going to do the repulsive act because it was needed as a diversion, but Lydia wasn’t going to correct him.
“Tick-tock. If you’re not into this, then get out,” Brunski cut her off, reaching down to pull up his pants.
“No! I...I love...giving ass-to-mouth blowjobs,” the Banshee forced herself to say with a smile on her face.
“Now that’s better,” Brunski grinned in victory. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my dick that came fresh from your slutty ass. An ass that I guarantee didn't have an enema cleaning before showing up at my office and throwing yourself on my cock.”
“Oh Brunski. Please let me put your penis into my mouth,” Lydia begged, though inwardly she had to hold back bile, especially after he correctly pointed out that last fact.
“Like you really want it, Lydia,” Brunski insisted.
“Please Brunski. Please let me suck on your cock. Suck it clean after it’s been fucking my ass. My tight, slutty ass. Please Brunski,” Lydia poured on the degrading language.
“Much better.”
At this point, Lydia showed no hesitation as she accepted her fate. Before her knees even touched the hard ground, the Banshee locked her piercing green eyes upon Brunski’s face as she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around his dickhead. Sure enough, his manhood tasted very much of how you’d assume an ass would taste, especially since his tip had been buried 8-inches deep in her pooper. Blocking out that, the Banshee wrapped her lips around his dick and immediately bobbed her head down half his length while using her hand to stroke off the other portion.
“Probably shouldn’t dwell on the fact that I know the taste of my own asshole so well,” Lydia thought to herself as the dick plunged in and out of her mouth.
Despite the fact that Lydia was something of a blowjob queen, Brunski decided to lend a helping hand. Or a pair, in this case as both hands grabbed the back of Lydia’s head and pulled her forward until his bulbous head poked the back of her throat. Lydia didn’t know why, but as soon as he took control, she went completely submissive by keeping her mouth open wide and staring her green eyes up at him. Brunski obliged by holding her head steady as he essentially fucked his face, repeatedly slamming his tip to the back of her mouth.
“Glllkkk...kkkwwwkkkk...ggglllll,” Lydia gurgled and gagged.
After a dozen of these hard thrusts, Brunski speared into her mouth for a final time before leaving his manhood filling her gullet. Not content with bathing in her oral cavity, the Eichen House bully shifted his dick in small circles around her mouth, making Lydia’s gullet swell with even more saliva. Just as oxygen was on the verge of becoming an issue, Brunski pulled his dick from her mouth and slapped it right onto the Banshee’s gorgeous face. The submissive Lydia was on hand to extend her tongue and lick at his slobbery member until finally cheating by using her hand to steer his dick back into her mouth.
This time, Lydia was ready with her A-game. Knowing now how Brunski liked to play, Lydia reached out with her hands to grab the back of Brunski’s ass before opening her mouth in that wide O. Rather than him humping her mouth, Lydia fucked her own throat on his dick by propelling her head forward.
“Jesus Christ!” Brunski howled at the turn of events.
As Lydia pushed forward once again, Brunski pulled at the back of her head, dragging her even further onto his dick. Almost immediately the head orderly could feel Lydia’s adorable nose was pressed against his pubic region. Brunski held her there for a 5 count before he made several short but hard thrusts against the back of her mouth before finally releasing the Banshee, letting her gulp down some much needed air.
“The perfect woman,” Brunski complimented as he bent down and kissed the 17 year old girl deeply.
The kiss lasted a good few seconds before Brunski helped the Banshee to her feet, though she didn’t remain standing for long. Instead, Brunski backed her against the wall before he bent down and placed both her legs pressed together on one of his shoulders. With her bare back sandwiched against the wall, Brunski reached down and steered his saliva-coated dick right back into Lydia’s gaping ass. This time, between all of Lydia’s spit on his cock and the fact he’d already sodomized her, his dick sank in balls deep on the first thrust with both Banshee and head orderly moaning as a result.
Both he and Lydia knew he wouldn’t last very long in this standing position. Not when he was responsible for supporting both Lydia’s weight and generating all the power for their fucking. Therefore, it came as no surprise to the curvy redhead when Brunski slowed his thrusting before backing out of her used backdoor. What surprised the cruel man though, was the moment Lydia was back on the ground, she immediately knelt before him before parting her lips and shoving his dick right into her mouth.
“Yes! Clean that fucking dick with your slutty mouth,” Brunski growled in satisfaction.
“Yeah? You like watching slutty ol’ me lick your cock right after it came from my ass?” Lydia asked before extending her tongue and running it along one side of his manhood before doing likewise with the other side. “Mmmm. So tasty.”
For her compliance in being such an ass-to-mouth slut for him, Lydia knew what her reward would be. Sure enough, two firm hands grabbed the back of her head and proceeded to pound into her mouth until her face started to turn red from lack of oxygen. By the time Brunski pulled out, several long, thick strands of spit were connecting his dick to Lydia’s mouth, even after he pulled her up and rested her on the back of the worn-out sofa.
“Oh God!” Lydia shouted.
The Banshee was prepared for Brunski to start sodomizing her once again, so she was caught completely by surprise as Brunski’s lips latched around her sensitive clit. A combination of suction and rather skilled tongue work had Lydia screaming and jerking her body due to the intense pleasure. Therefore it came as no surprise when the sadistic man shoved her thong back into her mouth to quiet her screams.
“Mmmmmmm,” Lydia screamed through the recently worn panties.
After driving his tongue deep into her hole for a long while, Brunski went right back to attacking the redhead’s clit. While having his tongue wag in her pussy felt great, Lydia’s clit was always the gatekeeper for her orgasm. So as the cruel man made lightning fast lashes against the sensitive nub, Lydia found her hands balling into fists as the pleasure ramped to new highs. And finally, as her orgasm was seconds away, the Banshee slammed her palms down on the sofa, gripping the edges so hard she may have cracked the underlying frame.
“Sshhhiiitttttt!!! I’m cumming!”
Lydia was still softly moaning and shaking as Brunski pulled the Banshee closer to the edge of the sofa so that it was easy for his cock to fit back in the redhead’s asshole. Even though he’d only eaten her out for a few minutes, Brunski found that the Banshee’s asshole had tightened up again, so it took him a good minute of slow fucking to loosen it back to his satisfaction.
As the pair started to fuck again, they both got hands on Lydia’s body. Brunski’s thrusting speed and depth were getting faster and deeper while his hands groped Lydia’s big milky tits, which were heaving wildly with each thrust. As her erect nipples poked the center of his palms, the redhead was stretching an arm down her body in order to rub vigorously at her clit. Not only did it feel good, but it helped to loosen her asshole up, allowing Brunski to pillage her as he wished.
Brunski tried to pace himself, but it was hard. Hell, even when he succeeded, it was only short lived. After going at a neck-breaking speed, the orderly did two and then three long slow pokes deep within Lydia’s cavernous asshole, but after that he started thrusting faster than ever. Lydia’s tits jiggled wildly in front of her as her firm ass cheeks rippled as well with her muffled screams and the sound of skin on skin filling the small office.
“Fuck Lydia! You’re going to make me cum,” Brunski announced.
Since the orderly’s eyes were closed, she risked a look over at the open door into the file room. Seeing Stiles there, this time instead of only watching her get fucked, he held up a bunch of files and gave her a big thumbs up.
“Cum where you’d like, bad boy,” Lydia replied to the older man, knowing that her diversion could come to end.
In truth, Lydia was praying that Brunski didn’t want to cum inside her. It wasn’t as though Lydia was worried about pregnancy, after all, Brunski was only fucking her in the ass. But there was just something intimate about creaming inside someone, something that Brunski hadn’t earned.
“Fuck!” Brunski shouted, pulling out of the Banshee. “On your knees.”
The moment his dick was free of her asshole, the redhead slid off the sofa and onto her knees. She had barely settled when the first streak of cum shot right into her mouth, coating her taste buds in the warm salty goo that was his jizz. The next blast went higher and to his left, roping from Lydia’s forehead, over her right eye and onto her cheek. Two more shots went onto her tongue before the next one splashed across Lydia’s forehead. Not quite done, Brunski shot two more that puddled on each of the Banshee’s cheeks.
“Fuck me!” Brunski swore as he recovered from his orgasm. “Tissues on the desk.”
Lydia rocked off her knees and made the short commute to the desk, doing a quick side-eye look into the records room. A small smile appeared on her face as it looked like Stiles had used the time allotted to him as Brunski came on her face to slip back out of the room and hopefully exit Eichen House with the files in hand.
“Jesus Christ!” Brunski said, flopping onto his back once more. “God, I need a smoke.”
“I’ll leave you to it then,” Lydia said, having cleaned her face and gotten dressed again. “Have you seen my thong?”
“This?” Brunski asked, holding her panties up on his finger. “This is my trophy now.”
“Of course it is,” the redhead muttered. “Well, I’d say it’s been fun except I won’t be able to sit on a chair for at least a week.”
“Damn straight,” the orderly grinned. “And come back anytime you need a proper dicking.”
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