Jan. Week 3: Friday(Condom)-Mr. Bill Cums...Doggy. (Silence: +25 Suspicion: +5)

Leah hit her third orgasm, violent and sweet and devastating. She convulsed around his cock, her whole body arching up as she spasmed and gushed, the world narrowing to just the ache and the pleasure and the sound of his cock punching into her. She felt herself clamping down so hard that it must have hurt him, but he only fucked her harder, chasing his own release with single-minded focus.

Everything after that was a blur. The next minute became a tempest of flesh and sweat, primal sounds echoing off the walls. When she finally reached that peak again—third time, god help her—it crashed over her with a ferocity that swallowed both pleasure and shame whole. She convulsed violently, teetering on the edge of consciousness, and as her pussy clenched around him like a vise, Bill erupted inside the condom, thick, hot spurts filling the barrier, mingling with the slick mess already pooling down her thighs.

Leah slumped forward, exhausted and half-limp, unable to muster a comeback. She was slick with sweat, her thighs quivering with exhaustion, her cunt throbbing around his still-pulsing cock. She wanted to crawl away to collapse on the floor, to die for just a minute. When she finally reached that peak again—third time, god help her—it crashed over her with a ferocity that swallowed both pleasure and shame whole. She convulsed violently, teetering on the edge of consciousness, and as her pussy clenched around him like a vise, Bill erupted inside the condom, thick, hot spurts filling the barrier, mingling with the slick mess already pooling down her thighs.

When it was over, Mr. Bill slapped her ass lightly and playfully, then withdrew himself from her with a wet, popping sound. She collapsed onto the couch beside him, gasping and jelly-legged. A dead silence hung between them, thick as glue until he broke the silence.

“Damn,” he said again, voice lower now, almost gentle. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Bill’s cock, still half-erect and impossibly oversized, jutted obscenely from his lap, glistening with their mess. He moved with unhurried efficiency, peeling off the spent condom and tying it with a neat, practiced flick. The latex balloon, bloated and cloudy, landed in the dented trash can with a slap. He wiped himself with a handful of rough brown paper towels from the dispenser on the wall—like he’d just finished working on a carburetor, not fucking a colleague in a broom closet as he fished for clothes. Leah let herself slump for one, maybe two heartbeats, then **** herself to move to find her clothing. She was going to be aching tonight...and probably tomorrow...maybe longer.

She couldn’t look at Bill. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to look at him again, not without seeing this moment projected across his face in all its shameful glory. She could feel his eyes on her, heat and hunger and a kind of lazy satisfaction that made her skin crawl.

“You know, if this education thing don’t work out, I got a friend in Atlanta does movies. Real professional setup. He could use a natural like you. You got a gift, Miss Leah.” He chuckled.

“Pass. But thanks for the feedback.” She bared her teeth, which was as close to a smile as she could get.

The halls were blessedly empty. Only the faint echo of voices from nearby halls. She shuffled past the trophy cases and pep rally posters, every step a reminder of what she’d just let happen, what she’d done.

She made it to her classroom with a minute to spare. She locked the door, leaned against it, and let her forehead rest on the cool metal.