Jan. Week 3: Tuesday--Leah Lets Him Cum On Her Tits (Silence: +25, Suspicion: +10)

"Fine." she huffed as she stood and began to take her dress off, as if this was just part of the protocol and classroom procedures down—stripping herself naked for this man’s enjoyment. At least with her dress today it was easy.

“That's what I like to hear.” He smiled. Leah was soon naked except for her panties. She didn’t want him to make a mess anywhere on her dress or bra but she figured it would be a wild shot to hit her panties.

“There we go.” he said as Leah got down on her knees and took his cock into her hand. “Been thinking of this all morning. Is your whore mouth ready to protect and serve?”

"Just keep your end of the bargain," she spat, rolling her eyes up at him with the defiant boredom of a woman who'd been here a thousand times before, and then some. But the second his cock sprang free her lips sealed into a businesslike smile, and she reached out, gripping the base with one practiced hand.

"We both know you like it." he taunted, watching her with a smug, wolfish gleam in his eye.

Leah suppressed a retort, the need to keep his ego stroked. She almost planted a kiss on the tip but didn’t. So she swirled her tongue around his head instead, flicking it back and forth. SRO Roberts drew in a sharp breath, his hips jerking involuntarily, and she smiled to herself at the little victory. She slid her lips down his shaft, taking him deeper, feeling the familiar stretch in her jaw, the ache in her tongue, the pulse of his excitement amplified by his moans.

"Mmmm, that's it," he murmured, voice lowering in predatory satisfaction. "You suck your fiancé's cock like this last night, Leah? Mhhhh ghaghgh…..or maybe Howards….agh shit…mmmhmmm…"

Leah ignored him and redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head with a steady, relentless rhythm, stroking the shaft with her hand in tandem. She could feel him growing harder and harder, his cock twitching eagerly in her mouth.

"I bet you did," SRO Roberts pressed, his fingers yanking her hair just hard enough to sting. "Bet you let that dork Jonathan fuck your mouth every night ‘cause you feel guilty, don't you? Or are you too busy stuffing it with your boss's cock?"

Leah gagged a little but kept going, determined to finish him as quickly as possible. Her eyes watered, but she glared up at him with as much hatred as she could muster.

"God, look at you," he grinned, "I could almost believe you were born for this. You might be the best cocksucker in Pleasant Plains."

Her cheeks flushed hot—part anger, part humiliation, and part a shameful thrill that she couldn't quite admit to herself. The obscene sound of spit and slurping filled the cramped office as she took him deeper, faster.

"Shit yeah! Fuck that feels so fucking good. Damn it..aGHguh…" Officer Roberts moaned, lost in the pleasure of Leah’s mouth on his cock, her hand working him. He had said he was going to make a mess. If Leah kept going he might finish in her mouth too busy to enjoy the ecstasy of her warm orifice rather than wanting to **** her., breath catching as his hips started to lose their controlled rhythm.

Leah moaned around his cock and sucked even harder, closing her eyes, blocking out his voice, picturing anything else—her fiancé, her classroom, the world outside.

But she didn't have to wait long. He stood up quickly over her. He stroked himself feverishly with one hand, aiming his cock directly at her chest. Leah felt her face burning, her body weirdly alive and electric as she realized what was coming next.

With a guttural, triumphant growl, Officer Roberts exploded all over her bare tits, thick ropes of cum splashing across her nipples and pooling in the valley between her breasts.

Leah could feel the warm, slippery fluid hitting her skin the ivory ropes landing with almost an audible “plop” on her curves. As it trickled down her chest, she couldn't help but shiver at the unfamiliar sensation of the officer's cum on her body.

The thick ropes caused Leah’s skin to crawl as the sticky sensation made her aware of just how discomforting this was, how it would take her to clean it up well.

Officer Roberts didn’t even bother to hand her anything resembling a towel. He just grinned smugly, tucking himself back into his uniform pants while his cum glistened obscenely on Leah’s breasts and dripped in sluggish rivulets onto her stomach.

“Damn, those tits were made for target practice,” he sneered through his latent pleasure, “You ever think about starring in a calendar, Leah? Maybe do a spread for ‘Blue Lives Splatter’?” He snickered at his own joke.

Leah scowled, one hand awkwardly clutching at her breasts to corral the sticky mess before it could stain her clothes on the floor beside her.

“You are fucking disgusting,” she spat, voice flat and exhausted, her dignity now a thin, leaking membrane stretched over the practical need to clean up and escape. She reached for the box of tissues on the corner of his desk, yanked half the supply free with shaking hands, and set to scrubbing her skin, muttering curses under her breath with every pass.

“Hey, easy with that attitude. You don’t want your little tech-nerd fiancé getting a mysterious video in his inbox, do you? Or the school board? Or even the news?” SRO Roberts called across the room, voice sing-song and cruel.

She dressed quickly, rebuttoned her blouse and slipped into her shoes. She had survived the encounter and that counted for something. She had earned his silence. For now. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked out of his office with her head high, even as Officer Roberts blew her a mocking kiss from behind his desk.

“See you next time, Ms. Williams,” he called after her as she slammed the door.

Leah hurried down the empty hallway, the cold tile biting her feet through her flats, her mind racing with contingency plans, backup stories, any way to reclaim a fraction of control in this leering hellscape of a workplace. She could feel the ghost of his cum on her skin, the warmth gone but the shame prickling more than ever. She wiped her hands one last time on her skirt and **** herself to smile, rehearsing her “nothing happened” face as she approached her classroom door.