The Protege chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 1

... eyes closed, legs spread, the warm gently breeze, tickling my labia. "Five Minutes," I told myself, breathing slow and steady. "Cynthia Freakin' Liebert. The sound of the city below was music to my ears. I smelled my hand, detecting just a hint of her perfume. "Someday soon I will have my own custom blend perfume..."

I replayed the lunch in my head... Her handling of the competition, her pitch to me, she was a master. She was all I imagined and more. On top of all that perfect skin and gorgeous hair.

My adrenalin was pumping again, and my thoughts turned to Ghalib. If only he were here... The blood flowed and my lower regions tingled. I caressed my breasts softly, as my breathing deepened. All the excitement had nerve endings activated throughout my body. I hadn't touched myself like this in what seemed like forever, but today... today, I needed a release. There was too much excitement and I needed to take the edge off.

I pictured Ghalib standing before me, naked, chiseled and hard. He crawled on the bed on all fours, between my spread legs. He hesitated and raised up on his knees as his hand caressed my soft stomach. His brown eyes, locked on mine, he leaned forward stretching his gentle hand to touch my breasts. I could feel the heat and rapidly growing wetness. My nipples stiffed as his hand approached, gently tracing his fingers over my skin.

My eyes closed, my own hand played the part of Ghalib's, softly squeezing my full breast sending a tingling rush ...

... through my erect nibbles, imagining his lips gently kissing them. As my right hand reached my hot drenched labia, I imagined his hot stiff hard-on slowly pressing against my pelvis as his lips continued to gently work my screaming nipples.

Such soft lips, I thought as he pressed himself against me. His kisses moved slowly up toward my neck as he ever so slowly pushed his throbbing head against my steaming labia. My fingers pressed in as I fantasized. His lips, so soft against my shoulder as his hair caressed my neck like silk against my skin. I was dripping wet working my fingers more frantically as felt an orgasm build.

"Oh, please don't stop," I said almost singing. "Aaahhh, I need this bad. Oh yes make me cum. Auuuhhhhhh," I screamed.

I imagined his stiff boner thrusting in deep and hard, relentlessly sliding in and out. The soft kisses on my neck sending chills down my spine. Kisses so soft and delicate as the stiff shaft pushed. "Why was I smelling Cynthia's perfume?" I thought as my climax built. The soft lips moved up to meet mine, the long silky hair caressed my cheeks as our tongues intertwined. I whined loudly picturing passionately kissing as my orgasm approached.

"Oooohhhhh yeeesss! I'm cumming!" I yelled as my orgasm hit like a freight train. "Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed.

The image that flashed in my mind at the peak of my pleasure was Cynthia's face with her perfect skin and bright red lips, with her sandy hair dangling. The scent of ...