XXXmas Party: Leah Accepts Mr. Baker's Advance Reluctantly (Luck: +20)

“I’m not a fucking pornstar.” Leah said forcing the sound through her clinched teeth. The irony of her statement known only to her.

He climbed onto the bed, spreading out his legs making himself comfortable. He held his phone in one hand and directed it toward Leah.

“I don’t have to to act—you get what you want and I get what I want. You get off—I get your silence.”

“Fine. Just get to work then.” he almost pouted as he played on his camera application in his hands. His cock was already nearly hard, from the excitement of the encounter and the thought that he was going to make another naughty little film with Leah.

Leah took a deep breath and reluctantly started walking towards the bed, her eyes looking away from Mr. Baker's smirking face and his camera phone.

As she approached the bed, she could feel a knot of rage and humiliation forming in her stomach. She hated this man for what he was doing to her, but she needed to get through this to keep her secret safe, she was doing this…for Jonathan.

Mr. Baker watched her approach the bed, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Leah scowled and reluctantly got on her knees in front of him. She could feel the heat of his body as he lay there, his eyes trained on her every move. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on preserving her dignity amidst the humiliation.

She reached out and grasped his erect cock, feeling its hardness in her fingers.

Mr. Baker moaned softly, closing his eyes and savoring the sensation of her skilled fingers wrapping around his cock. Leah knew how to please a man, and even though she was doing this for her own survival, she couldn't deny that part of her enjoyed the attention.

As she began to stroke him rhythmically, Mr. Baker's moans grew louder. His eyes fluttered down on the edge of the bed and Mr. Baker gave her a skeptical look.

“I can jerk it myself.” he said through some soft groans of pleasure.

Leah swallowed a deep lump in her throat, the bitter taste of regret and powerlessness filled her mouth—then his cock did.

She smirked, a small gesture of defiance that Mr. Baker couldn't help but find somewhat arousing before she took the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue dance across it before slowly engulfing him deeper. Mr. Baker groaned, allowing his eyes to flutter shut once more as he let himself be taken over by the sensation. He **** them open so he could focus on filming the encounter.

She knew what he wanted. He wanted a blowjob because his fat cow of a wife never gave them. So--she blew him. Her mouth moved rappidly. She just wanted to get it over with. He focused on pleasuring him as quickly as possible. She wanted to hurry back downstairs. It made her sick to think Jonathan was just down stairs as she was going down on Mr. Baker.

"God that feels so good." He moaned, steadying his camera as she sucked faster. Her head bobbed up and down again and again until he finally let out a groan of anticiptaory pleasure.

"Shit--you are going to make me cum." he groaned--his chest heaving as he steadied the camera on her. She felt his cock quiver in her mouth.

Leah continued to bob her head, determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. She could feel the wetness on her lips and chin as her saliva mingled with Mr. Baker's cum. She could also hear the quiet, rhythmic sound of her own gagging as his cock thrust deeper into her throat.

“Aghggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” he yelped as her mouth worked his spasming member. His warm cum filled her wet mouth as she began to swallow every drop. Leah felt the familiar heat of semen in her mouth, swallowing it down in an attempt to keep any suspicion down.

She pulled away, wiping the remnants of her humiliation from her lips with the back of her hand.

Mr. Baker's grip on the phone slackened as he watched her, his erection slowly deflating. He nodded in approval, his gaze flicking to the screen of his phone to make sure the footage was in focus.

“That was hot…would you like a copy of the video Miss Williams?” He asked, his smirk never wavering. She rolled her eyes, the feeling of her own humiliation immediately replaced by a burning white-hot fury.

"You really like filming this shit, huh?" She spat out, her voice trembling with anger. She wish she had spat his cum in his own face, but it was well on its way through her digestive system.

“I like to have my little collection. Yes.” He said as Leah moved to fix her clothing. Double checking her chin for any missed spittal or cum.

Leah huffed with dissatisfaction at Mr. Baker’s perverted answer.

“I do wish you’d have got into the scene a bit more Miss Williams.” he said turning his phone’s camera off and finding his underwear and pants. ”That being said—I will honor my part of our deal.”

Of course he would—Leah thought—he loved getting head from a hot 30-something-year-old and not his frumpy wife.

Leah slammed the door as she headed downstairs without a word to find Jonathan—leaving Mr. Baker as he zipped his fly and buckled his belt.