Jan. Week 3: Mr. Baker--Leah agrees to get naked.

“Jesus. You are disgusting.” Leah groaned even as she started to remove her clothes.

“Hey, you were the one who got on your knees just to get some extra attention on the announcements, remember?” He chided her as he started up a handheld camera. Leah tried not to remember her mistake of getting on her knees just to get a boost for the Top Turkey Teacher competition. It seemed like a lifetime away. She ignored his comment. He was right. She was disgusted that she did that.

“Well lets just get this over with.” she said defeated. Leah was soon naked and Mr. Baker was soon looming over her.

“Action!” Mr. Baker chuckled with over-exaggerated glee as Leah sat looking up at him. He loved shooting these kinds of things in POV. Leah sighed at his faux director portrayal--though, technically, he was just that.

Then there was the sordid performance that had repeated itself too many times in her life. There was an eerie detachment that settled over her, a sense of her spirit stepping aside to watch from a distance as she went through the motions once more. With mechanical precision yet undeniable sensuality, she wrapped her lips around his stiffening cock, feeling its familiar heft and warmth invade her mouth.

As the salty tang filled her senses, Leah's mind wandered. She contemplated her predicament with a mix of rueful acceptance and dark humor. How had she, a respected educator—albeit with a secret past—become ensnared in this debasing cycle? Her mouth and hand worked like a piston to pleasure him. She wanted to hurry this along and she gave it her all.

Mr. Baker's groans echoed through the room like the soundtrack of his depravity, rising with each skillful movement Leah made. He tried to maintain control of his camera-laden grip, focusing on immortalizing every inch of humiliation she endured. The lens was unforgiving, documenting each bob of her head, each deliberate suction and lick that sent shivers up his spine.

Leah’s pace quickened; she longed for release—not his, but hers from this obligation. She swirled her tongue with increasing fervor, coaxing him toward the inevitable climax while wishing herself anywhere else. It wasn't long before anticipation boiled over within Mr. Baker—a crescendo she'd orchestrated perfectly.

"Okay," he panted breathlessly, his voice strained under pleasure's weight, "I'm gonna cum, get ready!" His declaration heralded the apex of their taboo arraigment as he allowed the camera to capture every explicit detail of his release.