XXXmas Party: Leah Gives Mr. Baker his Money Shot (+25 Silence, Suspicion +10)

"Shit--you are going to make me cum." he groaned--his chest heaving as he steadied the camera on her. She felt his cock quiver in her mouth.

Leah continued to bob her head, determined to get Mr. Baker his money shot--and his silence.

"Ah yes--give me that cum!" she said, her voice tinged with a sultry tone she was astonished to hear herself. Her hand worked his shaft like a pornstar faster and faster.

Mr. Baker looked down at Leah as she stroked his cock right on her lips. He couldn't help but explode. A thick glob of goo burst from his cock's tip as Leah continued to stroke, she made a mess on him-her chin, and her hands but he was quivering with pleasure.

“Aghggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” he yelped as her mouth worked his spasming member.

She could feel the wetness on her lips and chin as her saliva mingled with Mr. Baker's cum. As his moans subsided she pulled away, wiping the remnants of her humiliation from her lips and chin with the back of her hand. It had been a bit messy.

Mr. Baker's grip on the phone slackened as he watched her, his erection slowly deflating. He nodded in approval, his gaze flicking to the screen of his phone to make sure the footage was in focus.

“That was incrediblly hot…would you like a copy of the video Miss Williams?” He asked, his smirk never wavering. She rolled her eyes, the feeling of her own humiliation immediately replaced by a burning white-hot fury.

"You really like filming this stuff don't you?" She spat out, her voice trembling with anger. She wish she had spat his cum in his own face, but it was well on its way through her digestive system.

“I like to have my little collection. Yes.” He said as Leah moved to fix her clothing. Double checking her chin for any missed spittal or cum.

Leah huffed with dissatisfaction at Mr. Baker’s perverted answer.

“You certainly did get into the scene Miss Williams,” he said as if he were a real director even as he was turning his phone’s camera off and finding his underwear and pants. "That being said—I will honor my part of our deal.”

Of course, he would—Leah thought—he loved getting head from a hot 30-something-year-old and not his frumpy wife.

Leah slammed the door as she headed downstairs without a word to find Jonathan—leaving Mr. Baker as he zipped his fly and buckled his belt.