Jan. Week 3: Friday(Raw)-Mr. Bill Cums...Inside Leah while missionary(Silence: +25, Suspicion: +10)

He jackhammered her with the ferocity of a man half his age, his lips peeled back in a grimace, sweat streaking down the corded length of his neck, the thick ropes of muscle in his arms standing out like bridge cables as he gripped her waist and **** her down again and again. Leah, numb from the hips down, was so far beyond spent she felt almost outside her body, staring at the scene as if it were some grotesque tableau playing on a flickering screen.

When it hit him, his whole body went rigid. Leah felt him pulse inside her, each throb distinct and forceful as he emptied himself. She watched his expression shift from tension to slack-jawed relief, sweat beading across his forehead like dew.

When it hit him, his whole body went rigid. Leah felt him pulse inside her, each throb distinct and forceful as he emptied himself. She watched his expression shift from tension to slack-jawed relief, sweat beading across his forehead like dew. He smiled with pleasure as he pulled out of her slowly, a torrent of ivory goo escaping from her--a gift from his ebony rod.

She was a mess. Her pussy drooled around him, stretched impossibly wide and leaking his jizz, the excess dripping out of her used slit. Leah’s legs shook from holding them apart beneath him, and she let herself breathe a deep sigh as she finally relaxed on the sticky couch, the vinyl cold and unforgiving against her flushed skin. For one hideous, mortifying second, she felt genuine gratitude that he’d finished inside her—because, for now, it meant the **** was settled. Transaction complete. Her debt, at least for the moment, was paid in full.

A dead silence hung between them, thick as glue until he broke the silence.

“Damn,” he said again, voice lower now, almost gentle. “Didn’t know could take it so good.”

Bill’s cock, still half-erect and impossibly oversized, jutted obscenely from his lap, glistening with their mess. He moved with unhurried efficiency for a roll of cheap paper towels. He wiped himself with a handful of the rough brown paper towels, like the kind you find from a dispenser on the wall and cleaned himself while he fished for clothes. Leah let herself slump for one, maybe two heartbeats, then **** herself to move to find her clothing. She was going to be aching tonight...and probably tomorrow...maybe longer.

Leah finally moved for the paper towels and grabbed a handful and tried to clean up the leaking goo as best as she could. Those cheap brown paper towels weren't exactly made to daub up cum. She tried her best though, before getting herself entirely ready to face the classroom again.

She couldn’t look at Bill. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to look at him again, not without seeing this moment projected across his face in all its shameful glory. She could feel his eyes on her, heat and hunger and a kind of lazy satisfaction that made her skin crawl.

“You know, if this education thing don’t work out, I got a friend in Atlanta does movies. Real professional setup. He could use a natural like you. You got a gift, Miss Leah.” He chuckled.

“Pass. But thanks for the feedback.” She bared her teeth, which was as close to a smile as she could get.

The halls were blessedly empty. Only the faint echo of voices from nearby halls. She shuffled past the trophy cases and pep rally posters, every step a reminder of what she’d just let happen, what she’d done.

She made it to her classroom with a minute to spare. She locked the door, leaned against it, and let her forehead rest on the cool metal before having to open it back up and facing the rest of the day.