Ross Guerrero hadn’t grown soft. A blue Oxford cloth shirt, the
sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showed brawny forearms sprinkled with dark
hair. Khaki Dockers flattered his taut form. “Lock the door,” he said.
Rising, she complied, then turned to face him.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
A thrill ran through her. She was aware she was crossing a
boundary into unknown territory.
She obeyed. Her eyes were level with his rapidly hardening
cock, its ridge visible even through the fabric of his trousers.
“Kiss my feet.”
She leaned forward, her forearms caging his brown loafers.
She pressed her left cheek against one sock-clad ankle and closed her eyes,
basking in the moment. At last. She kissed the instep, then moved to his
other foot, repeating the ritual.
“Very good.”
Already she was deeply aroused and his approval warmed her
even more. Kneeling, crouched, with her butt thrust out of her short skirt, her
pussy covered only by thong panties, she was wonderfully exposed to him.
She wanted him to take her then and there. But wouldn’t
waiting be better? The experience would unfurl slowly, lusciously, so she could
revel in every sweet second.
She wanted him to decide so she wouldn’t have to.
He walked behind her. “Touch your forehead to the ground and
raise your ass up high.”
Her pussy clenched, her clit twitching with want. She
obeyed, nails digging into the thin carpet. Desire spiraled through her, an addictive,
sweet heat.
He set one loafered foot inside her left calf and used the
other to kick out her right ankle. “Spread your legs wider.”
With the thong little concealment, she knew he could see her
secret flesh from ass crack to clit. She wiggled her butt a little, proud to
display herself for him. Her slit gaped open, begging without words for his
rigid cock to enter her, make her his.
Fingers caressed her silk-clad pussy. She panted and
clenched her thighs together, needing the extra stimulation, needing to come.
“No.” He slapped her ass with a stinging spank. She drew in
a sobbing breath, tears starting in her eyes from sheer emotion.
He was the embodiment of all her dreams.
Two hands palmed her butt cheeks, squeezed and parted,
opening her wider. Her pussy juices tickled maddeningly as they slid from her
opening and she shuddered, arousal leaching strength from her limbs.
“You’ll have to shave.” He tweaked one of the sparse hairs
near her anus.
She blushed, embarrassed. Had she pleased him or not?
“Take care of that tonight,” he said.
“What?”
He ran his fingers along her furrow and tugged her muff. She
lit up like a flare.
“Shave all of this off,” he said. “You may stand.”
Shaky, she got to her feet while he returned to his desk to
scribble a note. “Go to this address at ten o’clock tomorrow. We’ll start
training there.” He handed her the paper. “We have to move on this quickly,
Belmont, so be on your toes.”
“What should I bring, sir?”
“Not much. Toiletries, makeup, your sexiest shoes. I’ll
supply everything else.”
* * * * *
The address Ross provided was a charming, Craftsman-style
home in La Jolla, just a few blocks from the beach. Kathie parked and grabbed
her bag, stuffed with spike-heeled pumps and boots along with toiletries and
makeup, everything from glittery eye-shadow to softer blushers.
What would happen today? The situation heightened her
awareness. Her skin unbearably sensitive, she’d gone commando, so the sea
breeze teasing her naked pussy aroused her. Even the skirt of her yellow
sundress swirling around her thighs turned her on.
Her heeled sandals clattered as she walked up a slate path
to wooden double doors with insets of etched glass. She sucked in a breath. Was
this Ross’ home? Likely, since his car was parked in the open garage.
She knocked. After breathless seconds passed, he opened the
door, clad casually in denim shorts and a muscle T. She’d never seen so much of
Ross before. She let her gaze
sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showed brawny forearms sprinkled with dark
hair. Khaki Dockers flattered his taut form. “Lock the door,” he said.
Rising, she complied, then turned to face him.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
A thrill ran through her. She was aware she was crossing a
boundary into unknown territory.
She obeyed. Her eyes were level with his rapidly hardening
cock, its ridge visible even through the fabric of his trousers.
“Kiss my feet.”
She leaned forward, her forearms caging his brown loafers.
She pressed her left cheek against one sock-clad ankle and closed her eyes,
basking in the moment. At last. She kissed the instep, then moved to his
other foot, repeating the ritual.
“Very good.”
Already she was deeply aroused and his approval warmed her
even more. Kneeling, crouched, with her butt thrust out of her short skirt, her
pussy covered only by thong panties, she was wonderfully exposed to him.
She wanted him to take her then and there. But wouldn’t
waiting be better? The experience would unfurl slowly, lusciously, so she could
revel in every sweet second.
She wanted him to decide so she wouldn’t have to.
He walked behind her. “Touch your forehead to the ground and
raise your ass up high.”
Her pussy clenched, her clit twitching with want. She
obeyed, nails digging into the thin carpet. Desire spiraled through her, an addictive,
sweet heat.
He set one loafered foot inside her left calf and used the
other to kick out her right ankle. “Spread your legs wider.”
With the thong little concealment, she knew he could see her
secret flesh from ass crack to clit. She wiggled her butt a little, proud to
display herself for him. Her slit gaped open, begging without words for his
rigid cock to enter her, make her his.
Fingers caressed her silk-clad pussy. She panted and
clenched her thighs together, needing the extra stimulation, needing to come.
“No.” He slapped her ass with a stinging spank. She drew in
a sobbing breath, tears starting in her eyes from sheer emotion.
He was the embodiment of all her dreams.
Two hands palmed her butt cheeks, squeezed and parted,
opening her wider. Her pussy juices tickled maddeningly as they slid from her
opening and she shuddered, arousal leaching strength from her limbs.
“You’ll have to shave.” He tweaked one of the sparse hairs
near her anus.
She blushed, embarrassed. Had she pleased him or not?
“Take care of that tonight,” he said.
“What?”
He ran his fingers along her furrow and tugged her muff. She
lit up like a flare.
“Shave all of this off,” he said. “You may stand.”
Shaky, she got to her feet while he returned to his desk to
scribble a note. “Go to this address at ten o’clock tomorrow. We’ll start
training there.” He handed her the paper. “We have to move on this quickly,
Belmont, so be on your toes.”
“What should I bring, sir?”
“Not much. Toiletries, makeup, your sexiest shoes. I’ll
supply everything else.”
* * * * *
The address Ross provided was a charming, Craftsman-style
home in La Jolla, just a few blocks from the beach. Kathie parked and grabbed
her bag, stuffed with spike-heeled pumps and boots along with toiletries and
makeup, everything from glittery eye-shadow to softer blushers.
What would happen today? The situation heightened her
awareness. Her skin unbearably sensitive, she’d gone commando, so the sea
breeze teasing her naked pussy aroused her. Even the skirt of her yellow
sundress swirling around her thighs turned her on.
Her heeled sandals clattered as she walked up a slate path
to wooden double doors with insets of etched glass. She sucked in a breath. Was
this Ross’ home? Likely, since his car was parked in the open garage.
She knocked. After breathless seconds passed, he opened the
door, clad casually in denim shorts and a muscle T. She’d never seen so much of
Ross before. She let her gaze
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