The Protege - S01 E53

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The Protege - S01 E53

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 53

"However, your little escapade in the dressing room Sunday was rather torturous. I believe you currently owe me six orgasms I have a very tight window to begin collecting."

"Yes Ms. Cynthia" nodded enthusiastically, eyes still on the prize.

"You do seem eager, that is good. Are you eager Ms. Carmichael?'

"Oh God yes! can't stop thinking about you. I want to crawl over and taste you so badly..."

"I like that plan Ms. Carmichael, but you seem to be wearing a awful lot of clothing, would you mind removing your jacket and blouse for me?' Her legs spread just a little wider as her skirt bunched firmly at her hips.

I looked toward the door, concerned that someone might come in. "Can I lock the door first Ms. Cynthia."

"I do like it when you call me Ms. Cynthia, but locking the door would lessen the excitement just a little, don't you think?" She smiled deviously.

Her words and facial expression sent a little wave of excitement through my lower body. I smiled, tossed the jacket and unbuttoned my blouse.

"Ms. Carmichael, you do take direction well. You are making me very warm and very wet. I hope you know how much; I have anticipated the payment of your debt. I like your black silk bra, Ms. Carmichael, but I would really like to see those beautiful breasts. Would you please remove that too?"

I was shaking with lust and anticipation. I unclipped my bra and tossed it aside.

"You are so beautiful Ms. Carmichael. My pussy is steaming for you right now. She said swinging her knees together and apart two times before settling in her seat with them set wide apart."

*Please let me repay you Ms. Cynthia." I said desperately.

'As usual your manners are impeccable Ms. Carmichael, but I am still troubled by your skirt and shoes. Remove them please but leave your panties on for inspection. She looked at me smiling.

I could barely believe how quickly I complied with her orders. I raised my ass up off the couch to remove the skirt and nearly took my panties with it but managed to keep them most of the way on.

When I tossed my skirt, I pulled them back up and settled back down on the couch. My wetness was beginning to peek through the black silk, and I grew more excited knowing I would need to surrender my soiled panties to her yet again.

"There is something that has haunted me since our little phone session that produced the panties you sent me. I can't help thinking about watching you make yourself cum through your panties...

"Yes, Ms. Cynthia." I said as my right hand moved from sofa to the patch of silk covering my tingling pussy

She did not have to finish her train of thought. I knew what she wanted. I wanted to make myself cum for her. I needed to show her how much I wanted her and that I would do anything to please her. It turned me on knowing I could excite her and I wanted to see her reaction. My middle finger pressed against the silk as I wiggled it into my slit.

"Oh Ms. Carmichael, you are such a horny little slut. I love your openness. God you light my fire Leasie. Tell me what you want my pet.

I glanced up to see her hungry eyes, devouring me before looking back at her spread labia.

My finger slid up and down my slit forcing the silk inward where is soaked up my juices. "I want to drop to my hands and knees and crawl to you steaming wet pussy Ms. Cynthia"

My fingers pressed harder and I heard her moan as I spoke. Her hands rested on her thighs and she began to squeeze them firmly. I thought she did so to prevent the urge to touch herself.

"I want to breath in your scent and feel the tingle of every cell of my body as I do. I want to feel your warmth on my tongue as I separated those pink steamy lips while that silky soft skin of your Inner thigh tickles my cheeks... Oh God Ms. Cynthia, you make so warm." I whimpered as my voice crackled.

I could smell my own juices, as I was already building toward an uncontrollable frenzy. I began to pant as my hips rocked. The wet silk stimulated my clit as her exposed pussy held my gaze.

"Ms. Carmichael you are making me very very hot. I hope you're going to put your mouth to work backing up your words. I want you Ms. Carmichael, more than anything I have ever wanted."

I cried out as her words sent me quickly to the brink. I let out a long high-pitched crackling moan that felt like it was coming from outside my body. "Aaa, aaa, aaaaaahhhhhhh."

"Are you my pet Ms. Carmichael?" She asked softly.