The Protege - S01 E34

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The Protege - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

I could not help but laugh, or I would have died of humiliation. "Yes, I would say on a one to ten scale, I am a ten on the professional slut scale."

We both laughed. "I still can't believe my behavior." I said seriously. "You melt away all my inhibitions. I have never wanted anything so much as I want to touch you and please you and explore my deepest lust filled fantasies. Fantasies, I never knew I had a month ago.

"Damn Leasie, you're torturing me again..."

"I don't want to torture you. I fantasize about ways to please you all the time. You are the sexiest most beautiful person I have ever seen. Your eyes, your hair, your neck, your lips, your breasts and damn that ass. Everything about you makes me crazy. I planted kisses on her neck.

"Oh Leasie..."

I picked my head up and kissed her lips caressing her belly with my left hand. She moaned and arched her back. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth as she whimpered. My hand moved toward the waist band of her cotton panties.

She gripped my hand and I shook her off and continued sliding my fingers under her waist band. She moaned and kissed me passionately. I slid my finger gently down over her shaved mons slowly parting her lips until I felt her clit.

She sucked hard on my tongue and began to gyrate her hips as I pressed on her clit moving my fingers in tiny circles. She sensed what I had in mind and was more than happy to comply. She tilted her head back breaking the kiss. "Oh, Leasle Sweetie, that feels g. good! She grunted.

I laid my head back onto her shoulder a and began to whisper to her.

"Ms. Cynthia, you are so sexy. I love touching you and pleasing you. I love the way you move that hot little ass. I want you so much it hurts."

Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she almost sang. "Oooooh Leasiceeee. Aaaaahhhhh.

Her high-pitched moans made me tingle with pleasure. "You're so warm and wet. It turns me on so much knowing I make you that way...

"Oh yes Leasie!" Her hips moved faster.

"I want to please you Ms. Cynthia. Oh God love how you move. Please let me make you cum Ms. Cynthia."

Her hips rolled and my finger wiggled on her clit. "Oooohhhh Leasie, Yeessss!"

'I want you to think about my tongue in your wet pussy, tasting you and teasing your little clit, knowing how you turn me on."

"Yes Leasie." She squeaked.

"I wanna taste your cum Ms. Cynthia. Please baby!" I whispered panting.

"I'm cumming Sweetie! I'm cumming Sweetie! I'm cumming Sweetie! I'm cumming Sweetie!" She sang in time with her hip movements.

"Oh yes Ms. Cynthia, I love the way you move. Your pussy's so warm I love touching you and feeling your hot little clit..."

Her body stiffened and back arched. "I'm cumming Sweetiel I'm cumming Sweetie! I'm cumming Sweetie! I'm cumming Sweetie! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! yyyyeeeesssss!"

She slid her pelvis down away from my hand as her orgasm passed and I let my hand slip out of her waist band. Her hips dropped back to the bed and she breathed deeply regaining her composure. I settled my cheek back on her shoulder and sighed.

"God, I love pleasing you Ms. Cynthia. You are so sexy..." I said contently.

She nodded and lay perfectly still. I listened to her breathe and as it returned to normal, I could hear her heartbeat as I drifted peacefully off to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of a knock from room service. There was no sign of Cynthia anywhere, so I looked frantically for my robe and found it on the floor. I scrambled for the door and opened it for a young man in a white button down and tie.

"Good Morning." I said hoping he spoke English.

Bonjour Mademoiselle, petit-déjeuner. He said.

Not sure what he said I pointed toward the dining table and smiled realizing my scrunchie had come off my ponytail and my hair had to be fabulous.

He unloaded a tray of fruit, baguettes, coffee and juice. I signed, tipped and smiled and showed him the door.

Then, in a panic, I looked at the clock in my bedroom. It was 10:47 AM. WTF almost slept till noon! I found my phone and there were not messages or texts. I pulled up my e-mails and there were none from Cynthia. saw her phone and computer bag, so she must have still been at the hotel somewhere.

"Damn it! She's probably in the fitness center." I said to myself.

I thought about joining her but had no idea if she really was there or how long she had been there already. instead I decided to get showered and dressed so I would at least be ready for work. We needed to prepare for LVMH tomorrow and I waisted half the day.

I had to admit, my head felt very clear and focused. Five orgasms and a good sleep can work wonders. I shook my head. I came five times yesterday, but the most memorable moment was the feel of Ms. Cynthia cumming from my lone finger on her clit. Damn she felt good. I think I must have passed out immediately after that.

I showered and got dressed, after a torturous two minutes of panicking over not having anything suitable for a Paris businesswoman. I decided I was just going to put on a conservative, mid-calf, navy skirt and suit jacket with a white frilled blouse. I hated it but did not have time to wine about it. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and was good to go.

Once I had it on, I looked better than I thought I would. I did my make-up and applied some smell goods. I walked into the living area and sat down for some breakfast. There was a full dining table with two chairs on each side and one on each end. I had just made my plate and sat down at the end facing the door, when she confirmed my suspicions. She walked in wearing another pair of spandex workout shorts. Bright yellow with a black semi sheer tank with ruffled shoulders.

"Good Morning Ms. Carmichael. Aren't you looking beautiful, dynamic and ready to work? Her ponytail flopped as she turned toward her bedroom. Let me put these up and I will join you for breakfast. She held up her gym bag and walked toward the bedroom.