January Week 2: Friday--Mr. Baker...Snow White: Leah acts a little extra...

Leah was there on her knees and in that moment she could have jumped up and begun to get cleaned up but with that camera looking at her and Mr. Baker’s expression something compelled her to…act…a little bit more.

She opened her mouth and licked the head of Mr. Baker’s cock, then took it in her mouth. She stared into the camera and showed it the mess Mr. Baker had made. Mr. Baker shivered as Leah’s mouth got a final drop out of his sensitive head.

“Fuck!” He groaned out low and slow. “Shit…that was fucking hot…fucking perfect. You really did miss your calling Leah.” he said as he turned the camera off after enjoying those final shots that he would edit and beat off too later at his house (when he could dodge his wife’s nagging). Leah was glad that he didn’t know the truth. She was glad she only caught him in one lie that brought her here.

“Well…you wanted me to get into character right?” Leah asked as she looked for something to clean up with. It wouldn’t all come out of course, and she hoped Jonathan wouldn’t see later. She justified it…she was just acting after all—right? Or was she?

The question was left dangling in her mind as Mr. Baker, still panting, fished around in a nearby supply closet for the roll of paper towels he kept. Leah sat on the edge of the bed, costume skirt bunched at her waist, trickles of cum already cooling and coagulating on her cheek and down her chin. She saw herself in the dark eye of the camera lens, the blue of her bodice darkened with a milky splash, and for a second she nearly laughed. The sight was so comically obscene it almost felt fake.

Mr. Baker returned with the paper towels, tearing off a foot-long strip and offering it to her like a peace treaty. Leah accepted, dabbing delicately at her face and then at the sticky mess on her chest and in her hair.

Mr. Baker collapsed onto the bed beside her, bare ass on display, and his words came out soft, even reverent. “You’re really something, Leah. You know that?” He nudged her shoulder with his own in a way that felt almost…friendly. Unbearably intimate, after everything.

She considered shoving him off the bed. Instead, she wiped one last stripe off her jaw and spoke.

“Just be glad it was a Friday afternoon—we can’t be doing this kind of thing during my planning period really.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” he said as he moved up off the bed and looked for his clothes. “You really did make a mess. I hope you can get it all. And shit…I hope the cleaners can get that out of the costume. Otherwise Anna Grace will just have to deal with it.” He chuckled to himself.

Leah tried to get the cum out of her hair and everywhere else it was. She knew it wouldn’t be perfect. She just hoped Joanthan wouldn’t notice when she got home.