Christmas Concert: Mr. Howard demands a blowjob [Low Tenure] (Suspicion: +15, Lust: -10)

"Hmmmm very well. Get on your knees. With all these Christmas cookies floating around I think you may need some frosting yourself." he chuckled at his disgusting humor. He longed for her lips around his cock.

Leah hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, and then she reluctantly complied. Kneeling in front of the sleazy principal, she did her best to ignore the reason she was doing this. That stupid film. She should never have taken up that horrible offer she got from the internet.

Leah moved her mouth to Mr. Howard's cock and sucked reluctantly.

As her head bobbed rhythmically, Leah couldn't help but feel disgusted with herself, knowing full well what was at stake if she didn't cooperate. Tenure, her reputation, her relationship with Jonathan. This entire situation had spiraled out of control, and it felt as though Mr. Howard was enjoying that more every day.

{if hl <30} But then something strange happened. As her lips wrapped around his thick rod, she noticed how it felt surprisingly pleasurable. {endif} Her mind was swimming with questions, wondering if the taboo nature of this act was what was making her feel so aroused. Her body, now betraying her, trembled at the sensations that coursed through her veins.

She looked up at him guiltily, her eyes darting back and forth between his gaze and the hard length in her mouth.

Principal Howard snickered, enjoying Leah's position on her knees and the situation they were in. The sounds that escaped her lips as she worked his cock with her mouth, adding fuel to his own desires.

"That's it, Leah," he coaxed, stroking her hair gently. "You're doing a great job. You need to do more of this if you want to keep tenure."

Leah tried to maintain her composure, but the power dynamics between them were taking a toll on her. She tried to move her mind to the dark depths of nothingness so she could get this sordid deed behind her and back to the concert.

The Christmas lights flickered, casting an eerie glow as she sucked and tugged and sucked again and again.

"Shit....this is an early Christmas gift." he moaned as her head bobbed again and again.

{if pl > 40} As the minutes passed, Leah's reservations began to slip away. She found herself enjoying the taste of Mr. Howard's cock, her lips eagerly devouring every inch of it. Her body responded to his every touch, her wetness betraying her as she sucked him off. {endif}

Leah felt Mr. Howard squirm. Mr. Howard was close to cumming. He wanted to cum on her face. He wanted to let her know exactly who was boss in this situation. He pushed her back on her shoulder with one hand and stood up. Leah continued to suck his cock as he stood over her, his left hand guiding her head to his member.

As her mouth sent him toward his climax he pulled back on her head with his left hand and took his cock in his right and began to jerk it toward her face.

"Time for your own....ughhgh frosting!"

He aimed his thick, throbbing cock at her face, ready to unleash a torrent of hot, sticky cum. Leah's heart pounded in her chest, fear and desire warring inside her. She just wanted it over. She wanted to argue against so a lewd act. She had to go deal with people--unless he was trying to make her simply leave after this encounter.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice a low primal growl. She did as he instructed, her lips parting slightly as her tongue snaked out to dart across her parted lips.

The first spurt of cum hit her above her lip, then another spurt on her cheek and chin, thick, white globs that splashed against her skin, sending a shiver of dread down her spine. A warm, sticky line that dripped down her skin. Leah knew this was the ultimate humiliation.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." he let out a final sigh of pleasure as he finished frosting Leah's face. "Yes...that is just the type of frosting you deserve." He took the scene in and then found his pants.

"REALLY? I have to go back out and deal with people." Leah said frustrated. She was a mess and had to clean the cum up.

"If you did your part to keep your end of the deal more this wouldn't happen, Leah. Do you want tenure or not?" Mr. Howard gloated.

Leah stared at him, her heart sinking. She had been used and humiliated, but it was all for the sake of her job, her reputation, and her relationship with Jonathan. She reluctantly got up, wiping the cum from her face with the back of her hand, feeling the sticky residue against her skin.

As she stood there, Mr. Howard buttoned his pants and smirked at her. She cleaned herself off as best she could with Mr. Howard's tissues at his desk. She felt violated and ashamed.

"Going to go see Jason now?" he glared at her. Was he jealous?

"I have to go." Leah said rushing from Mr. Howard's office as quickly as possible back towards the auditorium.