The Protege chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 2

... terrible tease. You know my condition, and you continue to offer yourself to me for your own pleasure". I pushed myself toward her wanting her back inside me but she moved her hand to the other knee and worked down that thigh. "Tell me what you want slut!" She barked as she approached my gaping pussy.

"I want you inside me Cynthia," I squeaked, and moved toward her taunting fingers.

"Whenever we are intimate, I want you to call me Ms. Cynthia, do you understand?" she asked in a soothing tone.

"Yes Ms. Cynthia,"

"That is good sweetie, now tell me what you want." she asked in that voice again.

"I want you to finger me, Ms. Cynthia," I breathed heavily, ground myself against her in need of her cruel little fingers.

"Open your eyes and look at me please," said the soothing voice. "And tell me like you mean it." Her fingers traced the seam of my crotch and inner thigh.

I looked longingly at her intense blue eyes. "I want you to finger fuck me Ms. Cynthia. Please make me cum." I was breathing like we finished the beach run. The image of her jogging shorts took my thoughts. I can' t stop thinking about you. Please fuck me Ms. Cynthia! I need your fingers in my pussy please."

"Please who?" she asked calmly.

"Please Ms. Cynthia! I need you to finger fuck me!"

"Very good!" she said, sliding her hand upward dragging her middle finger up my crack and sliding it to me.

"Oh, yeeeesss please, Auh," I grunted gripping the table.

"Quiet for just one ...

... second Ms. Carmichael, I have a little business to conduct."

She removed her hand from my back and I nearly fell back as she thrusted two fingers in and out.

"Auh! Auh! Auh!" I groaned in rhythm.

"Shhhh," she said, softly with her finger to her lips, pumping me faster and unmuting the phone. "Thank you, gentleman, for the good news. Please send Ms. Carmichael and I the full report, we would like to probe into the details." She thrust in hard and deep. "With Ms. Carmichael's love of numbers, I'm sure she will find it quite stimulating!" She pressed her thumb against my clit and wiggled as she continued to work her fingers in deep.

"Yes, I will!" I said emphatically.

She smiled, disconnected the call and turned to me, supporting my back again, and began tickling my ear with the tip of her tongue. I writhed and closed my eyes feeling her warm stiff fingers inside me.

"Oh Ms. Cynthia, you make me feel so good. Please don't stop!" I begged.

Her tongue left my ear, "I'm only just beginning Ms. Carmichael. I shall have my way with you tonight. Look at you Slut, you're getting your cum all over the table!"

Her fingers continued to work in and out as her thumb wiggled on my clit. My legs spread wider and I leaned back, head toward the ceiling, and howled in ecstasy.

"Damn Slut that little clit gets hard." She picked up the pace.

"Oh God Ms. Cynthia, you're making me cum. Auh! Auh! Auh!" I grunted.

She leaned in and whispered, "That's so hot how you spread ...