Jan. Week 3: Friday(Raw)-Mr. Bill Pulls Out and Cums On Leah's Face (Silence: +25, Suspicion: +20)

“Damn, girl,” he hissed, voice ragged, “You ‘bout to make this old man bust!”

Sure enough, as the first tremor of his impending climax pulsed between them, he **** her hips down and held her there, his cock buried so deep she could feel the impossible bulge of it in her gut.

“Nows yo’ listen good, Miss Leah. I want you to remember this, you hear? I want you to remember how it feels when a man like me fucks you proper. Not that limp noodle shit you get at home. I want you to taste it—taste what you do to me. On your knees. Now.”

It wasn’t a request. Leah’s body, pliant with fatigue, obeyed before her brain had even finished processing the command. She groaned as he finally wrenched his cock out of her, the sudden emptiness almost as shocking as the fullness had been, and then she was off the sticky couch and on her knees. She didn’t even have time to catch her breath before Mr. Bill loomed over her. He grabbed the head of his cock and pointed it at her mouth like a weapon.

“Open up. Get that tongue out, yeah, just like that.”

Leah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, cheeks flaming with shame and exhaustion. He began to stroke himself, fast and brutal, the muscles in his forearm rippling with each pump. The sight of her—disheveled, ruined, and panting, lips parted in tragic compliance—must have been the final push he needed.

“God, you look like a whole meal,” he said, voice reduced to a hoarse whisper. “You ready for it? You better be, I ain’t stoppin’.”

She wanted to look away, to squeeze her eyes shut and duck the whole moment, but she **** herself to keep watching. It was her last act of defiance: to witness every splatter of her own degradation, and maybe, in some twisted way, deprive him of the satisfaction of her blind terror.

He jerked himself harder, the head of his cock swelling and darkening, veins standing out like highways. His breath turned to a howl, and Leah knew it had to be seconds away. She braced herself.

The first warm goo leaked out of him weakly dribbling down her mouth, chin and onto her breasts. He continued to milk his cock onto her waiting mouth and spurted his ivory cum on her face and warm skin making a mess.

“God damn,” he groaned, staggering forward. “Fuckin’ perfect. You wear it so nice.”

He stood over her, panting, his cock still twitching in his fist, and admired the ruin he’d made. Leah, for her part, sat frozen, face sticky and burning with humiliation, a single string of cum dangling from the tip of her nose. She told herself not to cry—not to give him the satisfaction—but her body wasn’t listening. Her eyes watered, blurring the room and making the whole scene seem even more impossible.

Leah was in stunned disbelief as he came down from his high and stopped jerking himself off. She couldn’t even speak.

“Damn, girl, you a mess,” he said, fishing a paper towel from the utility shelf and tossing it at her. “You gonna teach class lookin’ like that, or you need me to walk you to the nurse?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Leah cursed. “What the hell!? How am I supposed to teach like this!?”

Bill just laughed before finding his pants. He then grabbed a roll of papertowels—the shitty brown industrial kind that certainly weren’t meant to absorb cum. He handed her the roll and she frantically began to wipe. Leah wiped her mouth, her chin, and her breasts. At least she was naked and it wasn't on her clothes.

“You are disgusting.” Leah said as she balled up a papertowel and grabbed another one to daub at a thick rope of cum she just spotted on her stomach.

“I thinks what yous and Mr. Howard is DIS-gustin’.” he chuckled knowing full well he couldn’t blame Mr. Howard for stepping out on his wife—he had done it himself plenty of times.

“I have work to do,” she said, voice brittle. “Are we done here?”

“For now,” he replied, his tone suddenly businesslike. “But I’ll see you next week. Maybe then we can have us a real session--nice and RAW.”

She bit back a retort and pushed past him, stepping out of the closet and into the deserted hallway. She hoped no one would see, but a few students with hall passes passed by her and she avoided eye contact. Had they seen her exiting the janitor’s closet? Had they heard the noises coming from there? Or both?

Leah sank into her chair and tried to breathe. A small, ugly part of her wondered if she could have gotten it over with even faster by just letting him finish inside of her.... But she didn’t want to cross that line. Not yet. She just hoped Jonathan wouldn’t notice anything amiss tonight with her demeanor.