Jan. Week 3: Game of Thrones-Leah insists on getting it over with...

Leah felt the indignity of the blonde wig with every synthetic strand that tickled her cheeks. Mr. Baker stood before her with a cocky smirk and an actual cock, which he presented with the self-satisfaction of a king bestowing favors in his court. The cameras were already rolling.

"Alright, Queen of the History Department," Mr. Baker chortled, angling his camera for a perfect POV shot. "Let’s see if you can conquer this dragon."

Leah rolled her eyes so hard she nearly lost the wig. She brought her lips to the tip of his cock, flushed and bobbing with anticipation, and he groaned with theatrical delight.

"That’s it, bend the knee," he said, voice thick with both arousal and self-satisfaction. "You know, you really fit the part. All that power, but still gotta answer to the throne." He snickered at his own joke, as if the entire situation wasn't humiliating enough.

She gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, anchoring herself, while her other hand planted for balance against the cheap flooring. Mr. Baker had to stop himself from running his fingers through the wig as it might fall off and it would just look awkward resetting on camera.

He started to film with both hands now, alternating between his phone and the stationary camera on the bookshelf. "Talk to the camera, Daenerys. Tell them how much you love serving your king."

Leah bristled, but the threat of exposure, of escalation, kept her compliant. She pulled off long enough to stare into the lens and deadpan.

"This is exactly how I dreamed of spending my Tuesday afternoon. Serving the king. So hot." Her sarcasm was dry as old parchment, but Mr. Baker loved it.

Leah put her mouth back on his cock--at least then she wouldn't have to do any of the lewd roleplaying. She stroked him as she sucked. The more pleasure he felt--the faster this would be over. She gagged theatrically a couple of times, trying to get him closer. Eventually, his breathing got heavier, and Leah could tell he was close, so she braced herself.

"Oh shit, I’m going to cum," he announced, as if his cock wasn’t already throbbing a warning.