January Teacher Work Day: Leah gives in to Mr. Bill's demands (Silence: +25)

"Okay," she said in a small voice.

"Good girl," Mr. Bill said, his grin widening even more. "Now get on your knees like you dun for Mr. Howard."

Leah felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she lowered herself to the ground in front of him. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the reality of what was happening. But as Mr. Bill unzipped his pants and pulled them down, the reality hit her hard. An added element of shame was Mr. Bill’s race. Leah had never been with a black man. Yes, it was the 21st century but she grew up in the Deep South. Her mother was deeply racist compared to her Yankee born father and while Leah’s mother had never influenced her overmuch it was a huge social taboo. Only “white trash” would mess with a black man. Or so her mother had said when she saw a mixed couple. Even though Pleasant Plains was a progressive area—for the South—it was still the South. Racial tensions ran deep. And while Leah had certainly been with non-white men before, she had never been with a black man. Of course, she had heard all the rumors and stories of black men being extra endowed. In this moment she hoped and prayed that those were just big talk.

“You ever been with a black man?” Mr. Bill asked, as if reading Leah’s mind—or perhaps picking up on her hesitation.

“No.” She shook her head.

“Hah.” He grunted with a smile. Perhaps he saw this as a form of payback for the years of racial injustice he had experienced. “Well yous get to now. First time for everthings I reckon.”

Bill reached down and slid down his underwear and Leah was relieved to see the rumors were not true. All that talk of “Big Black Cock” and “BBC” just wasn’t true. Bill was just like a normal…sized…man..and then she realized. He wasn’t even erect. Her eyes went wide when the realization came to her mind.

“You aint seen one that big I bet.” he chuckled. She hadn’t. Not in real life. Leah didn’t say anything as she stared in disbelief. “Lets you shows me how you do it.”

Leah moved her hand slowly to Bill’s cock. She began to stroke his flaccid manhood that hung before her like an elephant trunk slowly with one hand, He moaned softly as he felt her soft hand on his growing hard member.

“Mhmmmmm thats right.” he said gloating over her.

Leah began to use both her hands to get his cock erect. He was an older man and she was worried that he wouldn’t get hard very quickly but maybe the excitement of it all helped. Every inch that grew astonished Leah.

“And you…you won’t say anything?” Leah looked up and pleaded “If…If I do this?”

“I won’t open my mouth Miss Leah—if yous open yours.” he nodded at his cock.

Leah felt her heart race as she looked up at Bill's massive cock. It was intimidating how large it was, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel impressed by the older black man. She wasn't sure if she had ever been with such a well-endowed man before and the thought of having to...deal with a cock so big was new and somehow arousing to her. This feeling also made her disgusted that she would even be thinking like that.

She took a deep breath and leaned forward, her lips brushing against the head of his cock. Bill let out a low groan.Leah took him into her mouth, slowly at first, disgusted by the taste and feel of him against her tongue. She could taste the saltiness of his skin mixed with a hint of sweat and it only added to the intensity and despair of the moment.

"Go on, girl," he urged, his voice husky with desire. "Show me what you can do."