Knowing one's place - Sex Stories

Knowing one's place

... and yet he could but focus on the milky orbs of firm flesh that her unbuttoned top afforded him. His dick was raging. He needed to fuck. He needed to fuck badly. He was salivating like a wild beast, desperate, starving. “Owww…! Yes! Yes, fuck!” he screeched as the sting of the smack spread through his body. He wanted to kneel. The ache in his balls was making his legs weak. Miss Montsarde sneered. “You see Monsieur ‘enley,” she stared him down like a dog, “I make ze fucking rules around ‘ere!” With that, she pushed him flat on his back. "Amee, pass me zat chair." Amy, still bent over the desk, her neck twisted around to take in the action, was breathing heavily and all of a sudden felt distinctly unprofessional. She hurriedly straightened up and retrieved the chair. She brought it over and Miss Montsarde positioned it over his head, nonchalantly sliding the seat cover to one side, to reveal an opening. She hitched her pencil skirt up her muscular thighs and around her waist, while Amy stared admiringly at her perfectly trimmed landing strip. Camille proceeded to delicately step across his body and sit in the chair over his head. Graham lay back, transfixed by the soft flesh between this woman's legs, that had now become the focal point of his very existence; he was oblivious to the discomfort of being bound. His smouldering shrink flicked her high-heeled shoes off and brought her soles expertly together around his twitching length. She gently drew his foreskin back. One tug ...

... and a little bodily fluid spilled out of him. Amy shivered as she took it all in. "You want to cum sooo much Monsieur 'enley," Miss Montsarde laughed at her patient. "Your slimy precum 'as tainted my impeccable manicure; you will clean it off," and she bent her leg under the chair and proffered her toes. In his present state he could not refuse anything and would do whatever was required to achieve his denouement. He licked the slick residue from her toes and surprised himself by even starting to suck down on them fervently. He moved his mouth and tongue along her toes as if he were engaged in a passionate French kiss, slopping from one to the next. He moaned as he sucked in her big toe. The phallic connotations were not lost on him but he was in such a state of blurry need that he had little time for sober thought. Miss Montsarde rewarded him by rubbing her fingers up along her puffy lips; deliberately and almost literally rubbing his nose in it. Graham just wriggled and moaned like a pained animal, unconscious of anything besides his pressing need to ejaculate. "Amee, remove your panties and squat over poor Monsieur 'enley's aching prick. I don't want you to touch it but simply hover over it." Amy acquiesced, removing her knickers and squatting as instructed. She was at the point now where she shamefully thought to herself that she wanted to feel this appendage up inside of her, despite the fact that it happened to belong to Graham Henley; who was the very antithesis of her ...