The Protege - S01 E93

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The Protege - S01 E93

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 93

"Yes, Ms. Rosario."

"You want to cum for me again, don't you?"

"Yes, Ms. Rosario," I sighed.

She pulled out and rubbed her wet finger up my slit and ass crack again.

"You're my little slut toy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ms. Rosario!"

I was and I loved it. She felt so good pressed against my back. Her hairy muff tickled my left ass cheek as her hand ran up and down my crack

Then her fingers plunged into me again.

"Oh yes, fuck me, Ms. Rosario."

"Feels so good in there, Ms. Carmichael. I love how wet and hot I make you."

I had never felt anything quite like this. Two fingers plunged in and out as she finger-fucked me from behind.

"Such a fun toy," she panted, her speed increasing.

I craned my neck again, and she offered her tongue. I sucked it in my mouth and groaned as her fingers pounded me. My right leg was straight out and my left bent. I could feel the warmth of her forearm down my ass crack as her curled hand fingered me at lightning speed. I released her tongue and began to squeal.

"I want you to cum for me, slut toy!" she whispered.

"Ooh, yes! Ms. Ros-a-rio! Ah! Aaahh! Aaahhhhhh!

As I came my straightened leg spasmed, jerking my foot in the air with each wave.

My shouts of pleasure continued uncontrolled until my orgasm subsided. Then she pulled me closer, slowly sliding her fingers in and out. We both relaxed and she snuggled me for several minutes, fingers still stroking me.

"Hopefully that will satisfy you for a while," she whispered.

I nodded and sighed. She held me. Her breath on my shoulder combined with the warmth of her body pressed to mine sent me off to sleep quickly.

Monday morning awoke around 9:45 in a panic but was pleasantly surprised to find only a few e-mails and one voice mail. I was a bit disappointed that Cynthia had not texted, but I knew she was busy.

I could smell something cooking in the kitchen, so I put on a robe and walked out to see Rosario, looking fresh and showered, wearing a lightweight knee-length sundress with tank shoulder straps. Her smile was warm and bright and her eyes gorgeous.

"Good morning. Ms. Carmichael, I know your week is busy and you will be leaving today, so I made you pancakes."

I walked toward her a little uncomfortably, wondering whether to kiss her or play it casual. "Thank you for last night, Ms. Rosario, I may never need cock again."

Her eyes widened and lit up while she took my hand and pulled me to her.

Cupping my face, she gave me a slow steady kiss, My anxiety over morning breath caused me to break away. "I hope I don't have morning..."

"You are delicious." She kissed me again.

Then she released me and proceeded to pull a stack of pancakes from the oven and set them on the table.

"Thanks Rosario, I mean Ms. Rosario."

"Rosie, please," she corrected.

"Rosie," I couldn't help but blush a little.

I ate, showered and dressed, then worked for a couple of hours from the dining table. By early afternoon I called for a driver to take me to Miami for a dinner meeting with LVMH. would check into the hotel, have dinner, and leave the next morning for the cruise and orientation meeting for the LVMH onboard retail group.

I packed and placed my bags by the door and waited for the driver to arrive. While I waited, I made a couple of phone calls from the living room. Rosario sat quietly at the kitchen table looking at me seductively while talked. When the driver arrived, I met him at the door,

"Hello, would you mind loading the bags. I need to get my briefcase and we can go."

"Absolutely," he replied, with a grin.

He was a distinguished-looking grey-haired gentleman. I thought how it was so unfair that men could go grey and look distinguished, while women could never show their grey.

He took the first two bags and I turned to see Rosario smiling. Then she stopped me in my tracks by spreading her legs to reveal her exposed bush and pink labia. There it was, peeking at me from her salmon sundress that looked stunning against her light brown skin. Warm wetness flooded my vagina as my heart raced.

"Ms. Carmichael, I think I really need a kiss goodbye,' she said, as she slid her dress up to her hips.

In the back of my mind I was vaguely aware the driver would be back, but the memory of my tongue splitting those silky soft lips and her tangy sweet taste....

She held her hand out flat and motioned me down. I did as commanded and dropped to my knees and then to all fours. With a devilish grin she gave me the come-hither finger curl. I crawled in my three thousand-dollar skirt suit and high heels.

As I approached her legs spread wider, revealing her glistening inner labia and moistened gap calling to my tongue.

"Ms. Carmichael, you are such a good pet. Ah!" she sighed as my tongue made contact. "Oh my, Ms. Car-michael...'

Her hand gently gripped the back of my head and her hips rolled slowly as I penetrated her warm silky cunt.

"That feels so good. I love that hot little tongue in my pussy. Oh yes, Ms. Carmichael, eat my pussy, sweetie..."

I didn't care if the driver was watching. In my twisted slutty mind it only excited me more knowing he was watching. He was probably wishing it was his face buried in her tender little muff. He would think about this for days to come, and probably replay this in his mind for life.

Her satiny skin caressed my cheeks as I bobbed and shook my head lapping up and down her slit and wiggling side to side.