It's old man cum, what do you think?

His cum is still hot in my mouth. It’s a strange mix of saltiness and something else, with this weird tinge almost like cinnamon. I don’t know what he had for lunch but I’ve always heard what you eat affects how you taste. I don’t really care what he ate.

He looks down at me with that stupidly satisfied look Nathan got when I sucked him off for the first time. I point at the trash can. I am not swallowing this – the taste is becoming less appealing as it sits there on my tongue.

He hands it to me and I spit it out. He hands me an unopened water bottle off of his desk. I swish my mouth out and spit again. Rinse and repeat three more times before I can’t taste it anymore.

“That was above and beyond what I was asking for. Thank you.” Strange. Nathan never said thank you when I did that for him. He seemed to think it was an expected duty of the female sex. He puts it back in, zips up and turns to his computer. I watch him change my grade to an A.

He says, “Miss Gailliard, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.”

I stand up, grab my stuff and head out the door. I glance back long enough to see him still sitting there, staring off into space as if he had just smoked something incredible.

I walk down the hall to the front of the school and turn the corner. The hallway is empty except for Horace who apparently is afraid to wait outside for his ride. I have never heard him speak, so hearing his voice for the first time is a shock.

“Hi Riley, how did you do?”

I figure I can shock him too. I tell him my grade. He doesn’t say anything. Then I get an idea in my head because there is something wrong with my head. If I’m not mistaken, this won’t take long.

I grab the waist of Horace’s pants and pull him into the men’s restroom, locking the door behind us. I hear him speak for the second time. He asks “What are you doing?”

I put my finger to his lips, unzip his pants and pull out his cock. I know this won’t take very long, and he looks like he’s had a hard day. He is shorter than Nathan and Mr. Perkins, but his girth makes up for it. There is at least an inch gap between my fingers and thumb.

His cock is like a precum fountain and I am able to build up an easy rhythm as I give him the first hand job of his life that wasn’t a solo mission. A minute later he says, “I don’t want you to see me cum.” I feel that familiar split-second stiffening in my hand and say “It’s too late.” I point his cock well away from me in time for him to blast streams of it on the restroom floor.

He stares dumbfounded. I wink at him, unlock the bathroom door and leave.

I head out the front door of the school. My work here is done.