January Week 2: Friday-Leah offers Mr. Howard a Blowjob (Tenure: +5)

Leah didn’t miss a beat. She mustered her most teacherly, professional smile—the one she used to placate angry parents or gaslight sleep-deprived students who claimed she’d never assigned the reading.

“Mr. Howard, I’d just love to stay and, you know, serve the needs of the school, but it’s Friday and I have a million things to grade—plus my fiancé is goign to be waiting for me.” She batted her eyes, shifting her tone to a syrupy purr. “How about a, um, quick service call? Something quick, and then I’ll get out of your hair?”

Mr. Howard’s face fell. The man’s perversions were only surpassed by his ego, and she could see his brain wrestling with how to turn this into a win.

“Well, Ms. Williams, that’s a little disappointing. I had hoped you’d… demonstrate more enthusiasm for professional development.” His lips curled into a pout so grotesque it almost made her laugh. “But I suppose we can make do with some oral review.”

She barely suppressed an eye-roll.

“Happy to help,” she said, and already she was moving around the desk, sinking to her knees on the floor in front of him. His hands fumbled at his belt, eager, trembling with a blend of greed and the paranoia of a man who still half-expected someone to barge in announcing “THE SUPERINTENDENT’S HERE!” She considered, not for the first time, how many other teachers’ knees had stained this exact rectangle of floor in his office.

Leah undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled it apart to reveal her breasts in a cute little bralette of sorts. She knew that the visual would help speed Mr. Howard along—anything to get it over with quickly.

She took him in hand, already half-hard, and got to work with the mechanical efficiency of a Roomba programmed for despair. As soon as her lips wrapped around him, he started in with the monologue:

“Ms. Williams, you really do show so much potential, I hope you’re as dedicated to your curriculum as you are to—oh, that’s it… keep going, show me you want tenure…ah—yes, just like that…” She let his voice fade into the background, mentally grading the stack of quizzes she’d left on her desk.

“I must admit I love it when you wear glasses.” he smiled in real amusement and pleasure as Leah looked up at him through her glasses as she sucked his cock.

“Well it was casual Friday and I didn’t want to worry with contacts.” she said, giving her mouth a break.

“Still, always looks great on you,” Mr. Howard said, his hand brushing sweat from his brow. He watched, rapt, as she worked. Leah swirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein with deliberate, absentminded care. She slowed her pace, then sped up as she felt the warning shudders through his legs. She’d gotten good at this, just the right balance of hands and tongue, a little twist at the end, a push against the roof of her mouth.