Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah uses just her mouth...

Leah moved her head to his cock—no hands, nothing but lips and tongue and the wet, obscene sounds of submission. She opened her throat as far as she could and started moving up and down, slow at first, then faster, feeling the head of his cock bump against the back of her throat in a nauseating, rhythmic pulse. Her eyes watered and her mascara threatened to run, but she grit her teeth (figuratively), determined that he enjoyed this—remembered it—so she would remember to keep her secret.

Above her, Mr. Bill groaned with pleasure.

“Damn, girl, you take that like a champ. I ain’t never had a white girl suck it this good. You showin’ off for me or you just that desperate to keep your job?” He laughed, but it wasn’t mean—just awestruck. He really did think she was talented.

Leah’s head bobbed up and down, again and again. Leah’s head moved in a relentless rhythm, bobbing up and down as a thick strand of spit connected the tip of Mr. Bill’s cock to the roof of her mouth. She sealed her lips around his shaft and let gravity do half the work, using the weight of his girth to press past her tongue and fill her throat.

Her jaw ached and her throat burned, but she kept at it, hollowing her cheeks to increase suction, letting his cock slide in and out to the root while her tongue massaged the underside. She could feel him getting even bigger, throbbing with anticipation.