04. Madame Jolie's Art Class - Sex Stories

04. Madame Jolie's Art Class

... breath stroking over my stomach as she looked down at my groin. She smelt of old-fashioned powders and perfumes, I breathed it in, along with another of her plaintive sighs as she started, then stopped, putting on her second glove. She reached down and brushed the flat of her naked palm lightly down the underside of my cock, pulling the skin right back from my head. I shivered. Her breath trembled too, as she took my balls and the base in a cool firm grasp, staring at everything all bulging out of her hand. She squeezed hard, forcing more blood into it and engorging it further, making it throb with stiffness. Pre-cum rolled out of the tip and over the head. She made a tiny gasp, then stooped and kissed the underside of my cock quickly and hard, once. “Now it is me who is… how you say? watering …” She relaxed her clamping grip and slid the skin back up, as if putting me away. “You will cum, soon, no?” “As soon as I can,” I said from clenched teeth. Madam cleared her throat, her cheeks crimson. “Do it now. Quickly,” she croaked, her voice breathy and barely audible. Without a second’s hesitation, I grasped the rod of rock and rubbed fast. It was the work of seconds, Madam muttered to herself in french and sighed and I groaned, rising onto my toes and locking utterly rigid. I growled and pumped so hard nearly all my cum spurted out in one massive load, splattering hot and heavy over my blurring fist. I tugged long hard strokes, shuddering out the rest. Madam Jolie squirmed and purred a quiet cheer. Even when I’d finished, she stared, pulling on her glove and watching the cream drip. Then she patted my arse with one silk clad hand and skipped off, shouting over her shoulder, “Merci Monsieur! You can let yourself out!”