Path 3 – Rebecca Keagan / The Proposition Route** **New Branch – The Proposition 2** **Morning Routine → Classroom Closet Session** *(BlacknWhite Continuum – Campus Authority District)* *(Husband’s name: Bill)*

**Path 3 – Rebecca Keagan / The Proposition Route**

New Branch – The Proposition 2

Morning Routine → Classroom Closet Session

(BlacknWhite Continuum – Campus Authority District)

(Husband’s name: Bill)

The alarm screamed at 4:45 a.m.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Rebecca’s eyes snapped open. She was still half-trapped in the leftover haze of the pregnant dream and the early-morning thigh-fucking from Bill. Her voice came out rough.

“Oh god… It’s morning already?”

She sat up, the sheet sliding down her heavy breasts. Bill was already stirring beside her. Rebecca swung her legs out of bed, pulled on a thin robe, and headed for the bathroom before he could reach for her again.

The shower was hot and long. She stood under the spray, soap running in thick white trails over the full curves of her breasts, down the soft plane of her stomach, and between the heavy cheeks of her ass. She washed thoroughly, fingers lingering a moment too long on the still-sensitive folds between her legs. The water could not quite erase the memory of Taylor’s cock or the thinner, familiar release Bill had left inside her only a few hours earlier.

When she stepped out she dressed quickly: black skirt, pink blouse, the same style she always wore to school. No panties. Taylor’s text from the night before was still unanswered in the affirmative, but she already knew she would meet him.

Downstairs the old woman was still asleep. Rebecca moved through the quiet kitchen on autopilot, packing lunches, starting coffee, setting out cereal. Bill came down in his work clothes, kissed her cheek, and sat at the table. The children followed—Sam, their eldest daughter, already wearing the tight-lipped expression that had become common lately.

Rebecca’s internal thoughts stayed private while she served eggs.

Sadly, as of late, there has been a growing rift between myself and my eldest daughter Samantha. I initially brushed it off as some silly teenage phase but I’m worried that it is starting to get much worse between us… I really wish that my domestic issues were the worst of my problems. But it’s really weak in comparison to the real issue in my life. The one that no one must never find out about me.

She kept her face calm. Breakfast ended. Bill left for work. The children caught the bus. The old woman remained in her room with the door closed. Rebecca drove to school with the windows down, the early air cool against her bare thighs under the skirt.

She was unlocking her classroom when the phone buzzed.

“Hello? Yes, I’m here now. I’ll meet you in my classroom. Ok… Bye.”

Five minutes later the hallway was still empty. Taylor rounded the corner in a white t-shirt and jeans, already smiling.

“Wassup, Mrs. K?”

Rebecca’s breath caught. “(GASP!) Taylor! You scared the hell out of me.”

He stepped in close, voice low. “We have an hour before staff starts to show up. Is that good enough time for you?”

She only nodded.

Taylor took her wrist and pulled her into the supply closet at the end of the hall—the same narrow space they had used twice before. The door clicked shut. The only light came from the thin gap under the door. He spun her around, pushed her forward against the metal shelving, and yanked her skirt up in one motion.

“Let’s go to our spot in the closet so you can grind that big soft ass on me the way that I like.”

Rebecca braced her hands on the shelves. Taylor freed himself, the thick, heavy length of his cock already hard. He rubbed the head up and down the bare cleft of her ass, then pressed between her cheeks and pushed forward. She was still slick from the morning and from the leftover memory of the night before. The fat head sank into her pussy with a wet, familiar stretch that made her bite her lip to stay quiet.

“O… Ok…”

Taylor gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him until every inch was buried. Then he held still.

“Grind,” he ordered softly. “The way I like.”

Rebecca began to move. She rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, the heavy soft cheeks of her ass grinding against his pelvis, her pussy sliding wetly up and down the thick shaft. The wet sound was soft but unmistakable in the quiet closet. Taylor’s hands stayed on her waist, guiding the rhythm without thrusting yet.

“Uhhh yeah… Just like that, baby. Yo’ cheeks feel good wrapped around my dick! Fuck! I’m a CUM!”

Rebecca kept grinding, faster now, the thick cock dragging against every sensitive place inside her that Bill’s smaller cock had never reached. Her breasts swung heavily inside the pink blouse. She could feel Taylor swelling even thicker.

“Uhhh!!!!!!”

He came hard, without warning, flooding her in thick, hot pulses. The first spurt hit deep. The rest overflowed immediately, running down the insides of her thighs in heavy white ropes.

SPLORT!!!!

SPLORT!!!!

Taylor kept her impaled while he finished, grinding up into her so every drop was pushed as deep as possible. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of cum followed, dripping onto the closet floor between her heels.

He tucked himself away, breathing steady, and pressed a folded stack of bills into her hand.

“Same time tomorrow if you can get free. Video’s already uploading.”

Rebecca stayed bent over the shelves for a moment longer, skirt still around her waist, cum running down her legs. Then she straightened, smoothed the fabric down, and stepped back into the empty hallway as if nothing had happened.

The first bell was still twenty minutes away.

Her panties were still at home.

And the Proposition Route had claimed another morning inside the school itself.

Branch choices now available:

1. The rest of the school day – Rebecca teaching while still leaking, risk of being noticed.

2. Afternoon text from Taylor demanding a longer session after classes.

3. Bill texts during the day, still thinking about the morning sex, while Rebecca is full of Taylor.

4. The old woman or Samantha begins to notice small changes at home.

Tell me which branch you want expanded next.