Jan. Week 3: Tuesday--Leah begs for SRO Roberts' cum (Luck: -10, Suspicion: +5)

Leah gave in. She licked his cock’s head and jerked his cock and began to beg for his cum. She was begging like a pornstar, like she had done in that stupid film that got her into all this trouble so long ago.

“Please, Officer! Please cum in my mouth! I need it, I crave it, I’m just a stupid cumslut who can’t wait to gulp down your load! Please, please, please…” she moaned, putting everything she had into the depraved performance, hating herself every second.

"That's more like it," Roberts said, elated.

Her eyes even looked greedy for it as she put her mouth on his cock’s head and began to suck him, as if fighting for control over his cock’s. She stroked faster, her mouth working in rhythm.

"I need it so bad," she panted between sucks. "I'm just a dirty little cumslut who can't wait—"

"That's it," he groaned, hips jerking forward.

"—to taste your load," she finished, voice breaking as she took him deep again.

His breathing quickened. "Beg one more time."

"Please," she whispered against his cock, "please fill my mouth."

That did it. He bucked violently, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth as he groaned.

“There’s a good little slut.” Hot, bitter fluid spilled down her throat. Leah kept her eyes locked on his as she gulped, forcing herself to swallow every drop. He watched her like a man draining the last of a beer, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

“Satisfied?” she said with disgust.

He zipped up and shrugged.

“Maybe. Depends on your performance next time.”

She stood, trembling with fury and shame, and started to collect herself. Even though she had swallowed all the evidence Leah's regular comings and goings from the SRO office were sure to draw some attention. She breathed a sigh of relief as she fled his office and headed toward her classroom.