Knowing one's place - Sex Stories

Knowing one's place

... fantasies, and yet... Miss Montsarde could see the desire in Amy and smiled to herself; she was enjoying her new play things. "Amee, rub yourself along Monsieur 'enley's cock. Let the 'ead run along your wet lips," she said, emphasising the word wet. Amy looked up at her employer, and then looked quickly away, embarrassed that her excitement had been so easily detected and remembered the endurance of the woman they had observed the previous day. As the images flashed through her mind she felt the droplets evacuate from her inner recesses to slicken her silky, sensitive folds. She lowered herself gently and gratefully. Making contact with his inflamed rod, a guttural noise emanated from her mouth in willing acceptance of her role. Graham shuddered and attempted to push himself into her. "Monsieur, I am in control 'ere and you will refrain yourself!" Miss Montsarde chastised him. As her arm, with an open hand, arched back Amy instinctively bucked backwards and fell back onto Mr Henley's legs. Camille's hand slapped down hard on his inflamed muscle, sending his fuck juices flying across the floor and causing him to yelp. He was now twisting and turning in anguish, desperate to slake his thirst. "Open your mouth 'enley," she demanded and he numbly complied to her instruction. As if on queue there was a subtle movement of Miss Montsarde's lips, followed by a stream of warm, clear liquid that emptied itself in a stream over Graham Henley's twitching body. She sighed in pleasure ...

... at the relief as his mouth was filled with her pee. Amy stared wide eyed, amazed to be, not a mere observer, but an active player in this unconventional ménage à trois. She actually thought that her own pussy was actually as drenched as her boss's right now albeit in a different way. She felt an overriding need to cum but was also aware that she was on trial. As the remnants of Miss Montsarde's shower ran a course through his hair, his nostrils breathed in the distinctive smell. While he felt a pang of humiliation, his thirst was still so very far from slaked and he felt no less eager to achieve his final relief and was willing to do whatever it took. He gulped down the warm liquid defiantly, his dick as hard as it had ever been. Camille was not finished there though. She pushed the chair aside and straddled Graham Henley's prostrate body, thighs either side of his head. "Clean the rest up, now!" she commanded as she sat on his head and rubbed herself aggressively over him. "Tongue out, lick it up," she continued. He struggled to breath as she ground her cunt all over his face as if it were her fuck toy, applying undue pressure downwards so that it was clear that it was her fucking his face rather than him getting the pleasure of giving her a felatio. With that she gripped his cock roughly between her fist and wanked it's slippery length in long deliberate movements. "Amee, you will take ze sperm in your mouth, but will not swallow," she decided on a whim. "Bend over 'ere ...