January-First Day of Classes: Mr. Howard cums all over Leah's face...(Suspicion: +15)

Mr. Howard wanted to remind Leah of her position—how he held the keys to her tenure at the school. He held that video from her old porn career that could destroy everything she loved. He pulled his manhood out of her and moved her roughly to her knees. He stroked himself in front of her with one hand. With his left hand he grabbed her hair at the base of her neck and brought her face close to his glistening cock.

“Open your fucking mouth.” he commanded. His hand gripped her hair and he pulled her head back so she looked up at him. Leah opened her mouth anticipating the salty goo that he would shoot into her waiting orifice.

He jerked his cock near her mouth as she closed her eyes at first not wanting to look at him and to avoid some errant rope of tepid cum.

"Look at me!" he said as he stroked himself.

He hadn’t planned on cumming in her mouth at all. He wanted to humiliate her. He stroked himself faster and faster then with a thunderous groan he let out a thick strand of ivory cum. It managed to land on her cheek and down her neck. His second volley landed on her chin. He moved his cock toward her other cheek and a strand of thickness fell in her mouth and on her other cheek. It dribbled down her face and landed on her exposed breasts. He had made a mess.

When he was content that there was no more cum that he could cover Leah’s face with he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

“You could have done this the easy way.” he grunted as he looked down at Leah’s face and tits.

“I’m a mess.” Leah panted slightly, scared more than tired. And she didn't want to complain more--who knew what he might do.

“That isn’t my fault.” he said—even though it certainly was. “Besides. It's not the first time you’ve done that.” he smirked. Leah regretted ever agreeing to that stupid fucking porn company so many years ago.

Leah sighed.

"Clean yourself up," Mr. Howard said coldly, zipping up his pants and straightening his clothes. "And don't be late for class, Ms. Williams. You have to set a good example if you want to get tenure." He walked back to his desk

Leah struggled to wipe the cum from her face and breasts with Mr. Howard’s dwindling tissue supplies.

“All it takes is one quick email to the superintendent and your tenure is over—hell your career. And that doesn’t even begin to account for your wedding. Just remember that.” He said as he glared at her.

Leah struggled as fast as she could to get cleaned up and dressed so she could get out of there. Mr. Howard turned to his computer and ignored her as he worked. She left the office disheveled and earned many looks as she left the principal’s office as if she were a student leaving after being chastened. She knew she hadn't been able to clean everything up and if the guilt on her face didn't make her suspicious it was the quickly drying cum she had missed on her exposed skin.