Jan. Week 3: Mr. Baker--Cums on Leah's Face (Suspicion: +15)

Leah closed her eyes as she prepared for the worst. Mr. Baker moved closer to her submissive frame as he stroked himself faster.

And then it came: one potent rope after another painting ivory streaks across her cheeks and glistening skin under Mr. Baker’s gleeful gaze. His camera work was shoddy for the first blast of cum on her forehead and face but he caught a powerful shot--and so did Leah--of a thick rope striking Leah's left eye. She was so glad she had closed her eyes. He groaned with ferver as he continued to fire wildly as more ropes shot far and wide some in her hair some seemingly to miss her entirely in his excited shower of sin. He finally lowered his aim and Leah closed her mouth to feel the final revolting salvos assail her mouth and chin.

Time hung suspended in those few charged seconds where seedy reality blurred into something almost surreal until it finally shattered with Mr. Baker's satisfied sigh mingled with Leah's silent acceptance.

"Shit...that was a lot." He huffed as he took a final look with his camera for what would make some great stills and thumbnails for his files. "Wasn't so bad now was it?" Mr. Baker chuckled.

"Jesus, I am a fucking mess." Leah cursed as she scrambled to wipe the cum that was pooling in her eyes. "Get me something."

Mr. Baker hurried over to his desk and grabbed a box of tissues and some wet wipes and handed Leah the tissues. He took a wet wipe for himself and then handed her the container. Luckily she had been naked or else that load would have been nearly impossible to clean up.

"Is it in my hair?" Leah asked as she managed to wipe away enough to at least open her eyes. Mr. Baker's grimace was enough to know that--there WAS some in her hair.

"How much?" She asked--her eyes daggers.

“I mean, it’s not, like, a ton…just, you know, some. It’s mostly on your face and, uh, up here.” He gestured vaguely at the crown of her head, then shrugged with a deer in the headlights stare.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she huffed with scorn. She took some extra wet wipes and tried her best to wipe the cum away.

Finally, when her face was as clean as it would ever get and she’d pulled enough strands from the mess to hopefully avoid suspicion, she slipped her bra and blouse back on, along with her panties and pants. She gathered her things, checked her face with a compact, and took a few steadying breaths. Leah grabbed her bag and made for the exit.

"Uh see you later." Mr. Baker said sheepishly as he sat (well fully clothed now so quickly like a man can) behind his desk, fiddling with one of his cameras. Leah didn't say anything as she left only turned to shoot him a look that could kill.

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.