The Protege chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 6

... Carmichael."

I whimpered with excitement as she watched me finger myself. "I'm thinking about tasting your pussy." I said through gritted teeth.

"So, you're a pussy licking little slut, who doesn't care who's pussy you munch?" She asked taunting me.

Holding her panties, to my face, I did have to think about it. That day on the beach sure made me think she was correct, but I wanted to believe that wasn't true. Nevertheless, hearing her talk to me like that only excited me more.

"Yes, I'm a pussy licking slut, and I can't stop thinking about your hairy little pussy. Oh! Ah! P, please." My voice got higher and louder as my climax approached. "Hoah, aaahhhh, I'm cumming Ro, Rosar, Rosariooooooooo!"

My body shuddered uncontrollably as I came masturbating for Cynthia's housekeeper. I came long and hard loving the feeling of surrendering to my lustful thoughts, imagining how she would feel and taste and hoping I would get the chance.

"I w, want your pussy so bad. Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh!" I groaned, teeth clenched hard, trying to keep Cynthia from hearing.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm, I nearly fell backward into the tub. Embarrassingly, I overcompensated and fell forward slipped off the tub and ended up on all fours.

"Excellent Ms. Carmichael, on your hands and knees like the nasty little slut you are. Now put my panties back on for me and go clean yourself up for lunch." She said stepping in front of me.

I pulled my ...

... knees under me, sat on my heels and held her panties open so she could step into them. As I slid them up her calves, I felt the back of her legs with my open palms. She was toned and clean shaven. I continued past her knees sliding my hands under her dress.

The back of her thighs were smooth and silky. She looked down at me with a hint of a smile. Her brown eyes were simply mesmerizing, and the scent of sex filled the air. My hands pulled the panties up to her smooth buns. I cupped them as I reluctantly covered them with her panties.

"Did I tell you to touch my ass slut?" She asked sternly.

"May I please..."

"No, you may not. You will put my panties in place and clean yourself up for lunch."

She looked down at me emotionless. I pulled them up covering her ass and then slid my fingers around her waist, positioning the waist band on her hips. My fingers brushed through her soft bush as my hands met just below her belly button.

Next, I ran my pointer fingers on the inside of her leg openings to make sure they were properly positioned. I started at her hips and worked down to her inner thighs, making sure my fingers touched her bush and gently brushed across her warm wet labia. She let out a small gasp despite her efforts to appear unmoved.

I had to restrain the urge to push up her dress, yank down those panties and plunge my tongue between those lips. When I finished, I let her skirt drop back down and straightened it.

"Thank you, Ms. Carmichael. Now, what ...