Jan. Week 3: Frozen--Mr. Baker Cums: Facial Money Shot (Silence: +25, Suspicion: +25)

Mr. Baker pulled out of Leah and indicated for her to spin around. He stood on the bed.

“Get ugha on your knees.” he commanded. Leah knew exactly what kind of a money shot he wanted. She began to suck his cock quickly. Then he moved his hand to her head and took her wig in his hand and pushed her head back carefully so as to not tear it off.

“Stroke it! Agh! Fast! ahghg! Shit I am so close. Fuck I am gonna cum!”

Leah stroked his cock rapidly, her tongue on his tips sensitive head as she stroked him faster and faster.

“Yes. Yes. Yes! Just Like that—just-like-that!!!! Aghgh!AGHGHG!” he groaned as his cock began to let it go.

His first salvo was weak—a pure tease as it flew wide and landed on her costume and who knew where. His second shot landed in her mouth. His third shot also went straight into her welcoming orifice. Leah must have thought he was finished as his fouth tick rope ricocheted off her upper lip and nose landing into her waiting mouth. A fifth shot also followed in her to her mouth and she closed her lips around him—surely he was finished. She pulled her lips away just slightly and surprising 6th spray of goo shot across her nose up to her forehead and into her left eye and check. A smaller seventh rope shot out over her right shoulder before Leah put her mouth on his cock and sucked to prevent any more of a mess than she thought possible.

All the while Mr. Baker moaned loudly with each groan like he was singing bass in a Disney finale. When the snowstorm finally finished, he stared down at Leah in absolute amazement.

“Damn,” Mr. Baker said, admiring his handiwork like some perverse Jackson Pollock. “That really was a fucking blizzard…” He sighed deeply then reached for a box of tissues, took a handfull for himself then placed the box gently next to Leah so she could clean herself up. Leah dabbed herself with the dry, scratchy tissues, feeling them disintegrate as she swiped at the sticky mess.

"Jesus Christ." Leah scoffed as she cleaned herself, seemingly in vain at all the cum he had landed on her face, chin, and everywhere.

"Was a bit backed up. Sorry." he shrugged, feigning innocence.

Leah peeled the dress off, careful not to get any more stains on the loaner costume than she already had, and slipped back into her teacher clothes.

When everything was stowed and the last evidence of their little shoot erased, Leah grabbed her bag and made for the exit. The halls were silent. She glanced at the old analog clock on the wall and cursed—it was later than she’d hoped, and Jonathan would absolutely notice if she rolled in after dark. Leah’s panic simmered as she crossed the parking lot. She imagined Jonathan at home, already suspicious of her unexplained overtime.

By the time she reached her driveway, Leah was halfway convinced she could bluff her way through anything—so long as she didn’t look Jonathan directly in the eyes. She took a deep breath, braced herself, and went inside.