Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Leah says "Anywhere you want!"

Leah hesitated for a moment, the electric thrill of degradation shooting through her veins.

“Anywhere... anywhere you want it...Coach.” Leah said "Coach" like what they were doing was some forbidden tryst between a coach and a mentee. They were doing something taboo of course--cheating. But the way Leah said it made Coach Reed even more aroused.

He growled in approval, then grabbed her by the back of the head and thrust himself into her mouth once more. Leah closed her eyes and let him use her, reveling in the powerlessness and depravity of the moment. Her pussy throbbed with need as Coach Reed grunted and cursed above her.

"Thats! FuckingAghgh! Right! I cum aghghghg Where...eeeever I aghg! Want!!!" he grunted between thrusts in her mouth. "I'm gonna cum all over that slutty little face of yours! AGhghg!"

He howled, gratified that she would want to be covered like a pornstar. Like a slut. Luckily he didn’t know about her little pornstar past. Too many people knew already. She didn’t know why she felt so compelled to obey. He took his cock out of her mouth.

"Open up!" he said as he stroked himself.

He made a noise somewhere between the triumphant roar of a gladiator and the yowl of an injured animal as he pumped his cock with glee, his eyes locked on hers, pupils wild with the thrill of utter dominance.

“That’s right,” he gasped, “you just keep begging for it.” The first rope of cum hit her nose and split apart like a high school science experiment as part of it shot past her head completely and the rest landing in her hairline like a paintball in slow motion, spattering down onto her brow before dribbling in viscous strands toward her nose. The next splatted against her cheekbone and caught in the tangle of her lashes; it stung and blurred one eye, but Leah blinked through it and grinned with perverse delight.

The rest sprayed across her lips, chin, and even a splotch just under her collarbone. Some fell on the floor and...it just went everywhere. When he finally finished, breath ragged, thighs trembling with exertion, he collapsed back onto the bed like an exhausted lumberjack after felling a mighty oak.

Leah bathed in the aftershock, face sticky and cooling by the second, feeling every ounce the depraved little porn puppet Reed had reduced her to—and savoring it. The humiliation didn’t sting; it buzzed, sweet and electric, lighting up every nerve ending she’d thought teaching high school had long since dulled.

“Holy shit,” Reed panted, as he surveyed his handiwork. “Look at you. Perfect…a perfect little slut...”

She stood slowly, globs of semen threatening to roll from her cheek onto his carpet.

“That was a lot...” Leah panted, and cracked a smile that threatened to let his cum into her mouth.

“Better clean up if you want round two.” He grinned sharklike, glad to have maid such a mess on the hottest teacher at the school as he pointed toward the bathroom.

“Yeah, I don’t think you want this to get everywhere.” Leah said as she motioned toward her cum covered face.

In the bathroom she inspected herself: eyes wild and sparkling above streaks of white frosting that traced crude lines down her face and neck.

She washed her face from Coach Reed’s cum, a wash cloth was needed and a few serious passes underneath the bathroom sink to get the cum off. She dropped the washrag on the floor like she was in a hotel. She returned to find him already half-hard again, dick bobbing with slight his pulse as he scrolled through some sports updates on his phone.

“Jesus,” Leah muttered as she approached the bed. “Looks like he is half way ready for round two. Is that from me or from your sports updates?”

“You inspire me.” Coach Reed said without looking up from his phone (but clearly admiring her out of the corner of his eye). “But looks like if you want any fun you better get him ready.”

Leah could stay for some more...fun...but that might draw some suspicion...