Jan Week 2: Wednesday-Leah sucks Mr. Bill's Cock without guesto (Luck:+20)

Leah fell to her knees, feeling the familiar submission that was becoming routine it seemed throughout her life. His massive cock, thick and veined, taunted her with its size. She hesitated just a moment, then leaned forward, opening wide to take him in. Her tongue swirled over his head as she began to work him, her mouth straining to accommodate his girth. With each bob of her head, she took him deeper, feeling him swell against her lips. She moved her soft hand to his growing hardness.

Mr. Bill let out a groan that echoed off the walls and sent a chill down her spine.

“Sho’ is a hell of a pretty sight. Keep workin’ it, sugar. You got a real fine mouth on you. But damn I knows you can suck better than that.” His words rumbled out, syrupy and slow, riding the hot edge of condescension that made Leah grit her teeth and suck harder, just to shut him up.

Leah bobbed her head with a dutiful rhythm. She focused on her mouth stretching around his girth, her lips running slick along his shaft and over his hanging balls. Her tongue danced in circles over his skin, tracing the veins that throbbed with each pulse. She gagged again as he expanded in her throat, the room filled with the obscene sounds of her working him over. She took quick gulps of air, then dove back onto his length. She pulled off his cock and spat on his shaft getting him wet now, slick enough to slide her mouth up and down in smoother strokes. Her jaw ached from his size, but she kept at it, hand pumping where her mouth couldn't reach. Leah wondered if this would ever end. She resented Mr. Howard for being the catalyst of this nightmare. She despised Mr. Bill for taking advantage of her mistake.

At some point, she realized she’d been sucking mechanically, just letting him use her mouth however he wanted, and Mr. Bill seemed to sense it, too. He pulled her off for a second, patting her cheek with his meat with an almost paternal pride.

“C’mon now, show ol’ Bill what a top-tier little Southern gal can do. You knows you got the talent. So lets see it.” He moved his hand to her head and grabbed her hair and guided her head, using her mouth like a toy. He moaned as she closed her eyes and used two hands to stroke his massive member.

He started to fuck her mouth in earnest, not even pretending to be gentle. The tip of his cock repeatedly battered the back of her throat, and Leah felt her eyes water, snot running in threads from her nose, the humiliation complete and total. Each time she gagged—hard, violent, helpless—he only grunted approvingly, gripped her tighter, and **** her down further. She tried to think of anything else, to go numb, but her senses kept firing: the taste, the ache, the heat of his rough palm on her scalp.

He began to groan louder and louder. He was going to cum soon...