Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... minute now." I released her hand and she set it on her thigh. I could see it trembling. I guessed that she was close, and I wanted her there.

Lord knows I tried my best to hold out as long as I could, but it was just too good. "Oh, Babette!" I cried out as I came. I pushed her head down and fired my cum down her throat in three powerful spasms. She coughed after the first and I felt her throat tighten around my cock as she fought against her gag reflex. After about fifteen seconds I released her and she pulled back gasping, her hand was wet and she stroked my cock, working every drop up and onto her hand, as she caught her breath.

When she felt my cock begin to soften, she licked my cum from the back of her hand. "Oh Monsieur, that was so ... powerful. Babette loved serving you."

"Stand up, Babette," I asked.

Maggie groaned a bit and stood. Our eyes met and I smiled up at her. "That was wonderful Babette, you are a terrific cocksucker. Any man would be lucky to have such a talented woman." I moved into the center of the couch.

"Why don't you lay across my lap, my lovely slut, and we will enjoy some more of this fine film." Maggie's eyebrow shot up and she smiled expectantly.

"Oui, Monsieur," she said and stepped to the recliner and grabbed a couple of couch pillows. She laid them on the seat to my right and then laid across my lap, with her upper torso supported on the pillows.

I lifted her gauzy negligee and sighed at the sight of her magnificent ass, ...

... right on my lap. I ran my hands over it as I looked back at the television.

The movie was in full swing, and Scarlett was fucking a trio of horny houseguests along with two of her maids. I grinned. "Boy you have to love a horny maid, don't you Babette?"

"Oui, Monsieur, I do love my work," she said softly. Her cheek was laid across her arm and she was facing the television.

I slid my left hand down between her legs and they opened as if I'd said the magic word. Her pussy was just dripping. "Such a horny slut, aren't you Babette?" I slid my finger into her slick opening. "Ooohhh yes, Monsieur! I am a slut just for you!"

I pushed my finger back inside her and ran my middle finger through her inner pussy lips and over her clit and was rewarded by a huge gasp and a moan.

"Remember my lovely maid, you cannot cum yet," I reminded her.

I slid my coated finger out and then pushed two fingers into her forcefully. "Oh fuck! Paul!" she cried, breaking character again.

I pistoned my fingers into her repeatedly and she laid across me, gasping and wailing. "OH PAUL!" She screamed.

I pushed my fingers in and dropped my ring finger down to stroke across her clit as I worked in her sloppy pussy. "PAUL!"

I smiled. "You can cum now, baby," I said. I leaned over a bit to get a better angle and began rapid-fire fingering her. She screamed and levered her ass up into the air, hugging the pillows to her chest as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her. My hand was further ...