Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO-Leah sucks Roberts' Balls

“Fine.” she sighed. Leah complied, moving her mouth to where he directed: His balls. She used her right hand to move his cock up and as her mouth moved down to his family jewels. She gave them attention that she didn’t want to. When she looked up at him the very act made her stomach churn with revulsion as she traced along the sensitive skin with calculated motions.

Her wet tongue on Roberts’ balls sent shivers down his spine, and for a moment he dropped the act, just let his eyes roll back with pure animal satisfaction. Leah noticed, and a sour part of her took grim pleasure in her own proficiency.

She licked, sucked, and rolled his balls in her mouth, the taste salty and unfamiliar, not the sanitized flavor of her fiancé in the quiet of their shared apartment, but something wild and musky and absolutely degrading.

Leah took his balls into her mouth and sucked on them long and slow as she looked up at SRO Roberts. He put his hand to her head and groaned out as he looked into her sensual eyes. Leah knew what she was doing but hated every minute she spent doing it. She was good at this—she knew it—but the knowledge only made her more resentful.

“Goddamn, that’s what I’m talking about,” he hissed, grabbing a handful of her hair as she nursed his balls with the same thoroughness she applied to grading papers. “You ever show Mr. Howard this trick? Bet he thinks he’s the only one who gets the full treatment, huh?”

Leah closed her eyes, wishing she could vanish, her tongue swirling around his sack in slow, practiced circles.

"Shit, fuck, that's good," Roberts moaned.

Roberts’s groans filled the air—deep and guttural—a testament to his enjoyment of her unwilling service. Each sound he made echoed disturbingly in Leah's ears, adding weight to the already oppressive atmosphere.

Satisfied with her work, Roberts let out a guttural moan and **** her back onto his cock, pushing himself into her mouth with renewed fervor. He bucked his hips with a neediness that almost made Leah laugh. The man was so predictable—so **** for power, for control, for the feeling that he was getting away with something. It was almost pathetic.

Fortunately, she could sense from Roberts’ escalating gasps and the way his grip tightened in her hair that he was nearing climax; this ordeal would soon reach its unwelcome conclusion.