Jan. Week 4: Tuesday morning--[Low Tenure] Mr. Howard makes a mess... (Tenure: +5, Suspicion: +10)

She grew bolder, bobbing her head in a slow piston, not breaking eye contact even as her throat flexed to accommodate him. The act had a choreography now—she cupped his balls with one hand, thumb pressed upwards so the whole shaft became rigid, then twisted her wrist with every stroke, coaxing a pulse from his veins.

She hated that her body remembered every trick to milk him faster, harder, with just the right amount of spit and suction.

“You—ugh—know, Miss Williams,” he grunted, glaring down at her as if she were a lazy student refusing to show her work. “You really ought to—ugh!—put more—ugh!—effort—ugh!—into this!”

With an almost theatrical flourish, Howard stood up from behind his desk, cock in hand. He took her head in his hands and began to fuck her mouth unexpectedly. Leah pulled off for just a moment, pushing back against him and took in a deep breath.

"Gotta be MORE of a team player." He grunted as he pushed her head back onto his cock. He thrust her head down again and again, wanting to teach the teacher a lesson.

"You gotta UGHG show more Agh! Reeeespect Ugghgh! If you want to get that Agghgh tenure aghghg!" his voice accented by each thrust of her mouth on his cock.

“Let’s see if you can make your lack of uagggggggh respect up...Ohahaghhg at least.” he drawled as he withdrew himself stroking himself rapidly as he loomed over her kneeling form. Leah’s mind recoiled at what was coming—she’d learned long ago that he preferred a spectacle, an “example” made of her each time she failed to impress him it seemed.

He jerked himself with methodical, practiced cruelty, his other hand guiding her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded, softer now, but somehow more terrifying for it. She did, fighting back tears and exhaustion, her lips slick with spit and humiliation.

“That’s right. You need to remember what happens when you forget your place--and Ughg your end of the bargain! Agoooogh!,” Howard said, voice trembling with the approach of climax.

“Open up your dirty mouth...and just take it...it...just aughgg...like...Ugh...that...aghg!” he snarled as he held her head back with his left hand and stroked himself. Then he spurted thick globs of cum across her face: her left cheek, some in her mouth a thick glob falling down her right cheek and landing on her shirt--it would leave a stain until she washed it. She shivered with revulsion as a final gout dribbled onto her lower lip.

He hovered over her for a moment, breathing hard, relishing the tableau of her kneeling at his feet, face painted with his contempt.

“Much better.” Howard finally said, satisfied and smug. “You clean up real nice, Miss Williams.”

Leah glared up at him, cum matting her lips. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and grimaced.

“You know this is really fucking unnecessary,” she said with venom.

"I'll be the judge of that Miss Williams." he just smirked as he reached for the box of tissues on his desk. He tossed it at her—a deliberate, slow toss that made her catch it awkwardly. He wanted to humiliate her, remind her of her place--but even he couldn't have her leaving his office with cum covering her face. The tissues would help.

Leah cleaned up as best she could, then stood, making a point to toss the tissue box back onto the desk with more force than necessary. Howard barely reacted, just zipped himself up and sat down behind his desk.

"Don't worry, I am sure you will learn--eventually. Have a good day Miss Williams." Mr. Howard said as Leah escaped the office and headed back toward her class. She hadn't realized how long she had been on her knees for Mr. Howard. She didn't have much of a planning period left, what little she did have went by in a flash.