The Protege chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 3

... entered and glanced around, before stepping in behind me and pressing against we gently. "Ms. Carmichael, You continue to impress. You have those overblown ego maniacs eating out of your hand." She pressed closer and put her chin over my shoulder and whispered as her hungry eyes devoured me through the mirror. "I can't stop thinking about you." She brought my panties to her nose and breathed me in. "I want to kiss you all over..." She moved to my left shoulder and tickled my ear with her lips. "I want to drop to my knees and taste you..."

I whimpered and closed my eyes as her hands slowly slid around my hips and down the front of my thighs. My pussy gushed with hot wetness, as her hands slid below my hem line to my bare thighs and then moves higher, pulling my dress up as they moved. I opened my eyes to see hers cutting through me in the mirror. My dress moved higher exposing more and more of me. I didn't care that someone could walk in. The feel of her warm soft hands touching me, exposing me was like no drug I could ever imagine. She pulled it up further exposing my engorged labia.

"Oh Leasie, there it is. I want to taste that pretty pink pussy so bad. I want to run my tongue ever so slowly between those hot little lips... You teased me with a taste from he table, but I need it straight from the source."

"Please." I sighed trembling from her touch. Each breath that passed over my ear, stent a deep tingle down my spine that was difficult to describe. It was an ...

... intense tickle that nearly caused my back and neck muscles to spasm.

Her hands caressed my belly and slid down toward my inner thighs. I could feel her heart beat with her chest pressed against my back. "Leasie, (she took a deep breath.) I want you right here, right now."

"Take me Cynth..." There was a sudden burst of female laughter just outside the door. Cynthia's hands withdrew, my dress popped down and she spun instantly away as the door opened. It was Emma and Lena from our Investment Management Team.

"Ladies, everything ok with our Clients?" Asked Cynthia calmly.

"Perfect." Replied Emma in her French accent.

"Great, Leasie, we should get back to them." She said as she exited.

I took a deep breath and followed, trying to look in control.

After the show, we had a dinner with the LVMH group, that was a truly European experience. It was an event that lasted over four hours. There was food and drink that was non-stop. Our jackets never left the limo. It was cleavage, flirtation, selling and manipulation. Cynthia was amazing to watch in her element. She had them all ogling, drooling and hanging on every word.

I had to admit I enjoyed it for the most part until the VP of Human Resources, got way too handsy. I thought for second he was going to feel my naked ass under the table. I played it off comically, but grabbing his hand, spinning away and delivering a mock two cheek face slap.

"Sir, I do not know what kind of girl your think I am, but you may be ...