Jan. Week 3: Friday-Leah Swallows Mr. Bill's Load (Silence: +25 Suspicion: +5)

“Damn, girl, you could make a dead man cum,” he hissed, voice reverent. “You sure you aint ever had a dick this big befo? Shitttt…with a mouth like this…I guess yo pussy can wait..FUCK…mhmmm dat’s good.”

She ignored his words, doubled down, hollowed her cheeks and made a show of slurping, just to get it over with. His hips started to buck, just a little, but she knew the signs—he was close.

“Damn, Miss Leah, yo’ suck dick like yous teachin’ a master class,” he said, palm pressing into her scalp to hold her still for an extra second. “Bet you make that fiancé of yours nut in five seconds flat.”

She kept her eyes trained on the battered linoleum, lips stretched wide, using her left hand to gently squeeze the base and her other to cup and stroke him in rhythm. She could taste the subtle difference in the pre-come, a faint sweetness that signaled he was close. Good. She’d just need to maintain this for another minute, maybe less, and then she could get back to her classroom.

He was making more noise now, the kind of grunts and groans she imagined he reserved for the final seconds of watching a football game, or maybe for his wife when he still bothered to fuck her.

“Shit thats it gurl-just like THAT! Right! There! AGHGH!” He answered for her by gripping her hair in one hand and holding her in place on the head of his cock where she was suckig with gusto, her hand making small circles on her overly large shaft.

He emptied himself inside her seemingly eager mouth. He let out a groan after groan as he let out shot after shot into Leah’s vacuum of a mouth. She swallowed with seeming ease and when Mr. Bill was finished convulsing, he let go of her air and breathed out a deep sigh.

“God damn, Miss Leah,” he said, admiring her prowess. “You are somethin’ else. A real fuckin’ pro.”

“We’re done here,” she said, trying to make her voice cold, yet there was something warm emanating from between her legs she refused to think about. “You got what you wanted.”

“Until next time, Miss Leah. Next time, we see what you can do with the rest of you.” He just chuckled, thick arms crossed over his chest.

She stood up and walked out, eyes fixed on the floor, praying no one would see her. She ducked into the faculty bathroom, gargled with tap water, washed her hands twice, then stared at herself in the mirror for a long, unblinking minute. Then she squared her shoulders and headed back to her classroom as if nothing had happened.