The Protege - S01 E91

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The Protege - S01 E91

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 91

It hit home that since I met Cynthia Sanders I had been called a slut more times than I had ever heard the word in my life. Every time it sent an inexplicable shot of heat between my legs. I wanted to be their slut. I needed it, loved it.

I wiggled my body higher on the bed, moving my pussy to her mouth. "Please eat my pussy!" I squealed desperately.

Then suddenly, She climbed back on top of me until we were nose to nose. Her hands pressed on my elbows, holding my hands up over my head. Our eyes locked.

"I will decide when you are ready, Ms. Carmichael, do you understand?"

I nodded. She made me want her so much. Her warm skin pressed against me and I was lost in her eyes.

"Now I have to start over." Her tongue extended and she started with a lick and kiss, taunting my pussy as she penetrated my mouth.

True to her word she started the torturous pleasure of kissing and licking her way down my body even more slowly this time. She did it knowing how badly I needed that tongue where it mattered most. As she approached my breasts again, she stopped and looked at me.

"What do you want, Ms. Carmichael?" she teased.

"You know!" growled.

"Do you want me to stop?" She licked my left nipple.

"No, please." thrust my pelvis against her tummy.

"Do you want me to start over?"

"Please no! I can't take any more."

She smiled. "Tell me what you want."

"Please put that tongue in my pussy!" I pleaded.

"You are a horny little slut. Have you never heard of foreplay?"

She licked across to my right breast, then back to the left. Eventually, she reached my belly button and teased me again and again. When she finally reached the top of my little bush, she lingered, planting gentle kisses.

When she exhaled through her nose, her warm breath washed over my engorged labia and thrust myself at her, contacting her chin. She looked up at me.

"Do you want me to start over?"

I growled and collapsed in surrender. My body went limp and I stared at the ceiling. She quietly resumed kissing. When she brought her elbows over my thighs and planted them between my legs, I could barely breathe. She gripped my left thigh near the knee and spread me open. I spread my right leg too, giving myself to her completely.

The room was suddenly quiet. My heart thumped in my chest and I could hear her breathing as she released her grip. Her breath felt warmer and stronger on my desperate pussy this time. When her lips gently touched the seam of my inner thigh and outer labia, a broken whimper escaped me as I tried to remain perfectly still.

Her gentle kisses and teasing little tickles with her tongue tip sent a new rush of heat and wetness between my legs. Slowly and methodically she continued up and down both sides. Her teasing was relentless, but I dared not move for fear she would start the whole process over again.

I was focused on breathing and letting her have control when her tongue pressed firmly against the bottom of my slit, forcing my lips apart. My body tensed and let out a stammering series of moans as my hands gripped the covers over my head and my pelvis raised to meet her magic tongue.

"Uh, ah, huh, aaaahhhhhh!" moaned.

I heard her moan softly. A sense of relief and excitement settled in. She apparently liked her first taste of pussy.

Her hand slid under my raised ass and she gripped me and pulled me tighter against her face. Her tongue swirled and probed, sending me into a frenzy. My pussy had been screaming for attention since Cynthia left. Now her thick powerful tongue was finally hitting home.

I yelled out in a high-pitched screech. "Hah! Ms., Ro, Rosariooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaahh!"