Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah deepthroats him...

Leah squared her jaw, stretching her lips as wide as she could to fit the entire, throbbing head of Mr. Bills’ cock into her mouth. The thing was almost comically oversized—like a prop in a parody of the kind of porn that ruined lives, and here she was, starring in a sequel no one would ever see. Or, if he got pissed, one her fiancé and the entire fucking Board of Education might hear about. She tried to focus on her breathing, on the way her tongue curled around the underside, but each time he thrust even a little it threatened to gag her. She steeled herself and took him deeper, letting the mushroom tip bump the back of her throat. Tears blurred her vision and burned the corners of her eyes, but she held position, determined not to let him see her flinch.

“Fuck, Miss Leah,” he groaned, running his palm over her scalp with a twisted, almost paternal pride. “You takin’ to this like you born in the game. Like you was made for it, baby girl. Like maybe all those rumors about you weren’t just rumors after all.”

Leah wasn't sure what rumors were going around but by now...well who knew what was being said about her.

"Bet you can take yo' man at home all the way in yo mouth no problem. Tiny dick. Aghgh or even Mr. Howard." He chuckled and then pulled her head back, just a little, so he could watch the drool string from her stretched lips to the dark, veiny shaft.

“Don't feel bad now Miss Leah if yo' can't takes it all in!” He threw his head back and cackled.

Despite herself, Leah felt a grotesque sense of satisfaction at the perverse praise. She had to keep him happy—keep him compliant, predictable, and drunk on her. If he ever really wanted to destroy her, he probably could, and she’d bite her own tongue off before giving him one excuse to get spiteful (at least for now).