Jan. Week 3: Friday-Mr. Bill Makes a mess (Suspicion: +15)

Mr. Bill’s breathing and grunting began to betray his need to cum soon. Leah kept sucking, faster, harder. Then he suddenly put his left hand on her head and pushed her off his oversized member and with the other began to stroke himself violently as he groaned.

“Aghghgh YEAH! AH YEAH! OPEN UP YO MOUTH JUST AHGHG! LIKE! THATHHHHAHHHH!”

Leah saw him begin to cum weakly at first it seemed; she thought he wouldn’t be making a mess—maybe it was his old age an—splat! Her thought was cut off like any hope of this not being a messy encounter when he suddenly erupted with a single long rope—cord—no a damn tow cable that managed to hit her nose and fly apart like a shattered plate across her face nearly blinding her and smattering her hair. He kept jerking himself off and more wild strands continued to make a disaster of her face and landed randomly on her clothes.

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, her forehead—everywhere. She could feel it already crusting into the fine baby strands at her temple. She tried to get it off her clothes but every spot she grabbed seems to reveal another.

“Guess it might o’ been’ easier if you’d jus let me use a condom now wouldn’t?” He smirked triumphantly.

“You are disgusting.” Leah said as she balled up a papertowel and grabbed another one to daub a stain on her blouse she just spotted.

“I thinks what yous and Mr. Howard is DIS-gustin’.” he cuckled 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.”

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? The cumstains? 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 fuck her. But she didn’t want to cross that line. Not yet. She just hoped Jonathan wouldn’t notice anything amiss tonight.