of Miss Morelli's fingers, which were now slapping upwards with regular sharp smacks that made Darren's balls bounce all over the place, eliciting loud cries of distress. 'Now,' Miss Morelli shouted, 'now, Jem, suck him off!'
Jem closed her lips around the shaft, pressed the helmet against the roof of her mouth, gave flickering licks to the flanged edge of the plum, and then sucked. Darren gave a long, ragged wail, and during it Jem realised that her fingers were pushing in and out of his arse at exactly the same rate and with much the same enthusiasm as Miss Morelli's fingers were smacking against his balls. And then a flood of semen burst into her throat, and then another, and another, so close together that she had difficulty swallowing them. She began to pull away, but Darren pre-empted her. With a cry that was almost a sob, he turned and fled from the room.
Jem was left on her knees, swallowing to dilute the salty taste of semen that filled her mouth. Beside her, Miss Morelli was kneeling too, with one hand still between her wide-spread thighs.
'Oh dear,' Miss Morelli said, turning to look at Jem with bright eyes, 'Darren is such a naughty boy. I'll have to punish him for running away like that.'
'I expect he'll enjoy it,' Jem said.
'Oh yes, I'm sure he will. And so will I. I've certainly enjoyed your performance. Look.' Miss Morelli lifted her hand and, surprisingly coyly, moved her legs together. Jem saw that her fingers were wet from tip to palm; she inhaled the strong smell of female secretions. Tm very pleased with you, Jem. I only wish I could keep you here. But I'm sure Mr Headman will ask to see you. I'll give you a glowing report. Now then: would you like to suck my fingers clean?
Jem licked her lips. 'Yes, Miss Morelli.'
'There's a good little girl. Do you like the taste?'
Jem wasn't crazy about being called a little girl, but her nipples were taut against the lace of her bra, her mouth was full of the mingled tastes of male and female sex, and she could feel the creased gusset of her tiny knickers sticking wetly to her vulva. She tried to say, 'Yes, Miss Morelli,' but she found that she didn't want to release the woman's fingers from her lips.
But the fingers were snatched away as Miss Morelli stood up. Jem found herself transfixed by the sight of two long legs, encased in black lace and perched on golden, high-heeled sandals. She was aware of Miss Morelli's naked sex only inches away from her face. 'Oh dear,' Miss Morelli said in a soft voice that made Jem's insides lurch. She looked up.
'What adorably big eyes you have,' Miss Morelli continued. 'But looking innocent won't help you. Talking with your mouth full is terribly uncouth. You'll have to be punished, I suppose.' She leant forward and stroked Jem's cheek. 'You'd like me to smack you, wouldn't you, dear?'
Jem swallowed. She pictured Miss Morelli's manicured fingers slapping Darren's testicles. 'Yes, Miss Morelli,' she said, and she wasn't sure whether she was saying the words because she wanted to meet Headman or because she wanted the sensation of those fingers slapping against the sticky heat between her legs.
'Stand up, then. Off with your knickers. Turn round. Legs apart. Lean forward.' There was a long pause, and then Jem felt a fingertip sliding along the curve of her right buttock. 'Very good,' Miss Morelli whispered. 'Oh, yes. Very good. Mr Headman will be delighted to see you, I'm sure. What a pity that I can give you only a soupcon, as it were, of what's to come. Never mind. I'm sure we'll both enjoy this.' Miss Morelli settled herself on the chaise longue and placed a small cushion on her crossed legs. 'Come and lie across my knees.'
Feeling a little numb, as if she were a spectator rather than a participant, Jem turned. 'Should I take off my stockings?' was all she could think of to say.
'No, don't bother with that. In any case, Mr Headman insists that in these circumstances stockings are more decorative. And they define the
Jem closed her lips around the shaft, pressed the helmet against the roof of her mouth, gave flickering licks to the flanged edge of the plum, and then sucked. Darren gave a long, ragged wail, and during it Jem realised that her fingers were pushing in and out of his arse at exactly the same rate and with much the same enthusiasm as Miss Morelli's fingers were smacking against his balls. And then a flood of semen burst into her throat, and then another, and another, so close together that she had difficulty swallowing them. She began to pull away, but Darren pre-empted her. With a cry that was almost a sob, he turned and fled from the room.
Jem was left on her knees, swallowing to dilute the salty taste of semen that filled her mouth. Beside her, Miss Morelli was kneeling too, with one hand still between her wide-spread thighs.
'Oh dear,' Miss Morelli said, turning to look at Jem with bright eyes, 'Darren is such a naughty boy. I'll have to punish him for running away like that.'
'I expect he'll enjoy it,' Jem said.
'Oh yes, I'm sure he will. And so will I. I've certainly enjoyed your performance. Look.' Miss Morelli lifted her hand and, surprisingly coyly, moved her legs together. Jem saw that her fingers were wet from tip to palm; she inhaled the strong smell of female secretions. Tm very pleased with you, Jem. I only wish I could keep you here. But I'm sure Mr Headman will ask to see you. I'll give you a glowing report. Now then: would you like to suck my fingers clean?
Jem licked her lips. 'Yes, Miss Morelli.'
'There's a good little girl. Do you like the taste?'
Jem wasn't crazy about being called a little girl, but her nipples were taut against the lace of her bra, her mouth was full of the mingled tastes of male and female sex, and she could feel the creased gusset of her tiny knickers sticking wetly to her vulva. She tried to say, 'Yes, Miss Morelli,' but she found that she didn't want to release the woman's fingers from her lips.
But the fingers were snatched away as Miss Morelli stood up. Jem found herself transfixed by the sight of two long legs, encased in black lace and perched on golden, high-heeled sandals. She was aware of Miss Morelli's naked sex only inches away from her face. 'Oh dear,' Miss Morelli said in a soft voice that made Jem's insides lurch. She looked up.
'What adorably big eyes you have,' Miss Morelli continued. 'But looking innocent won't help you. Talking with your mouth full is terribly uncouth. You'll have to be punished, I suppose.' She leant forward and stroked Jem's cheek. 'You'd like me to smack you, wouldn't you, dear?'
Jem swallowed. She pictured Miss Morelli's manicured fingers slapping Darren's testicles. 'Yes, Miss Morelli,' she said, and she wasn't sure whether she was saying the words because she wanted to meet Headman or because she wanted the sensation of those fingers slapping against the sticky heat between her legs.
'Stand up, then. Off with your knickers. Turn round. Legs apart. Lean forward.' There was a long pause, and then Jem felt a fingertip sliding along the curve of her right buttock. 'Very good,' Miss Morelli whispered. 'Oh, yes. Very good. Mr Headman will be delighted to see you, I'm sure. What a pity that I can give you only a soupcon, as it were, of what's to come. Never mind. I'm sure we'll both enjoy this.' Miss Morelli settled herself on the chaise longue and placed a small cushion on her crossed legs. 'Come and lie across my knees.'
Feeling a little numb, as if she were a spectator rather than a participant, Jem turned. 'Should I take off my stockings?' was all she could think of to say.
'No, don't bother with that. In any case, Mr Headman insists that in these circumstances stockings are more decorative. And they define the
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