Chapter 5
Kim learned what perversion meant in church. They said it was something people did for sexual satisfaction that wasn't normal. She concluded that what James Conrad made her do wasn't what the church would call normal. Of course, she now knew what "perversion" felt like, now knew how pleasurable and satisfying these forbidden practices could be when used for the sole purpose of sexual satisfaction.
Doctor Conrad used force, he was abrupt and pushy, he didn't give her a change to remember the ethical definition ... he was right. He made her do it without thinking and she learned how wonderful "perversions" could be.
Kim would hardly wait for Friday to arrive. The appointment was a half hour earlier and they'd have so much more time to do the things he'd invent for her. She hoped he'd be in a less grouchy mood, though. After she finished sucking on him Wednesday he didn't seem happy at all, said their time was up. He sent her home with a curt, "You have to go now."
"Now? But it's still early," she replied.
"I said go." His face was glum, he seemed lost in thought.
Kim decided he had problems, it had been a long hard day and he needed the extra time to take care of his paper work. That was understandable, but it didn't make up for one thing. He had promised to screw her again if she did well at sucking on his prick. She thought she did well; after all, it creamed so much.
"Was I bad?" she softly asked while standing forlorn in front of him.
His head snapped up. "Huh?"
"Did I do it wrong?" she sniffed. "Do what wrong?"
"You know, suck you wrong?" her voice was now shrill.
He looked away. "No, you did fine. It was a fine blow-job, Kim. You're a real cock-sucker."
"Then why are you sending me away? You said...." she cried.
"Oh...." he moaned. "I'm not sending you away because of a bad performance, Kim. It's just that I have a few things to work out in my mind, that's all." His manner was softer, he turned to her and smiled.
She smiled back and wiped her tears away. "Okay, I understand, James," she said. "We can do that on Friday, okay?"
"Sure, sure," he mumbled and was once again lost in some deep thought.
Kim was elated, she knew why he had to think, what was troubling his mind. Light sensations of fluttering happiness filled her heart as she pulled her saliva-drenched panties up her legs and wiggled them around her plump ass. Doctor Conrad was maybe thirty years old, he was a grown man ... and he had an adjustment to make, something to accept. Kim left quietly, she didn't want to disturb him. He was bothered because he'd just realized he was in love with a sixteen-year-old girl.
She was positive. He now loved her as much as she loved him. But she was still so young. Kim decided to do everything in her power to make the difference in their ages disappear. She'd act grown up, no more whimpering or tears, no mOre hesitation, no matter what he told her to do.
On Friday James was still undecided. He'd been so sure about everything on Wednesday, he had her just on the right track and couldn't figure out where it all went wrong. She didn't want to masturbate, she didn't want to suck his cock, she didn't want his finger up her ass, she didn't want to drink his sperm. But she did, he knew she'd have no choice, but she also thrived on it, responded so eagerly and lustfully it made him sick.
She was only sixteen! A virgin until a few days ago! It wasn't right for her to act like this! The large brown eyes of innocence were disappearing, the beautiful face he watched melt with unrealized passion that first day was quickly hardening up to the brutal facts of life. And he knew he'd have to come up with something awfully special to soften those cheeks once again and drive the melting innocence back into those eyes.
At four-thirty Nurse Phillips ushered Kim into his office; it was another rough day and she didn't smile this time. "That's all, Miss Phillips, you can go home now," James said.
"Yes, doctor," she answered while closing the door.
Kim went directly to her chair and sat. When he looked up his mouth fell open, his heart dropped like a lead weight in his chest. Her hair was piled up on her head in some exotic, ridiculous hair-do, she was wearing a patterned blouse, longer-than-usual skirt, and, of all things, nylon hose and highheeled shoes.
But the worst thing, the most appalling thing in Conrad's eyes, was her face. Rouge blotched her cheeks, she wore black, thick eyeliner and artificial eyelashes, and to top it all off her soft, clean lips were coated with a thick layer of bright red lipstick! She looked like a whore!
"What in God's name?" he stammered.
She crossed her legs, delicately, like a woman at a tea would do. When she smiled the flawless white of her straight teeth shone brilliantly inside the frame of sickening red lips. "I had to do some shopping before I came here, that's why I'm dressed up."
James lurched from behind his desk and grabbed her by the arm. He jerked her out of the chair and dragged her to the bathroom behind the screen. "What's wrong?" she cried.
"Dammit! Wash that shit off your face right now! Get it all off!"
"But...."
"Don't talk! Wash your face!" he screamed. Then his hands tore into the hairdo and ripped the pins away, and the long brown hair fell to her shoulders where it belonged.
Kim trembled with fright as she leaned over the wash basin and scrubbed away the make-up she had so laboriously applied. She didn't know what was wrong and could only think of one thing; he was a doctor and knew about things like make-up and what it does to your skin. He probably knew it wasn't that good for her face and was now making her take it off to prevent any damage.
James stomped back into his office with clenched fists. She did it on purpose! Somehow the little filly knew what he enjoyed most and was determined to destroy it all! Flaunt her innocence in his face, then make it ugly. Make-up! Nylons! High heels! Shit, he could buy that treatment for twenty-five dollars on any street in the city!
He waited until she came from the bathroom. Her face was red from the scrubbing, but it looked fresh again, very fresh. The fake eyelashes were gone, so was the black lines ... and, thank God, the stupid lipstick. "Why?" he asked. "Why did you do that?"
Her brow furrowed. "I told you, I had to go shopping and I was all dressed up so...."
He threw his hands in the air. "Forget it! Forget I asked! Just never do that again!" He sat back on his desk and tried to relax. "And also get that stupid blouse and ridiculous skirt off. Those damned high heels too."
Kim's hand slowly came up and started to unbutton the blouse. She was really confused now, it wasn't only the make-up which angered him, but the clothes too. Her fingers moved from button to button as she stood in silence and decided to say nothing more.
James watched the small, shaking fingers undo each button and finally part the halves of the blouse open to exhibit the large globes of warm breast snuggled in, of all things, a black lace bra. He saw it was strapless as she dropped the blouse from her arms, strapless, low-cut, wickedly black. The top of each white-fleshed tit sat cradled in the cup like an offered dish of mellow whipped-pudding dessert.
She reached back to undo the halter and James suddenly had an idea. "No. Leave that on," he said.
"Yessir." She was now meek and child-like again, and his palms were growing wet. He could feel the pressured response in his cock. The idea in his mind grew with more and more detail, unfolded as she removed the clothing from her slender body.
She unzipped the skirt and his dreams were answered. The hose weren't pantyhose, but nylons being held up with a garter belt, a black garter belt to match the bra. James figured she must have gone through her mother's lingerie to dug up this slightly out-of-date, unfashionable attire.
The panties she wore were black too. Shinning satin with no lace but an abbreviated cut that let the folds of her ass hang out in full view. "Take off the panties," James said. "But leave the garter belt and nylons on, Kim."
"Huh?"
In a boorish, distant manner he looked away and said, "I don't want any questions. Just do as I say."
She watched as he wandered around the desk, seemingly interested in so many things other than her as she slid the black panties from her long legs. He sat in his chair and stretched, then gazed at her, standing lost in the center of his office dressed in the strapless bra, garter belt and nylons with her bare fanny ripe and nude in the middle of it all. She looked ridiculous, like a small girl playing dress-up ... a small girl with the most appealing wisps of brown hair in her crotch.
"Did you bring that make-up with you?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Only the lipstick and the eyeliner, not the rouge or...."
"Just get the lipstick," he interrupted.
Kim once more felt like crying. She had come here with such hopes, such wonderful dreams of his being nice to her. Of their holding each other in a warm hug and making smooth, delightful love for hours. But now he was at it again, acting pompous and domineering, giving her brusque orders from behind his desk. He hadn't even touched her yet and she was nude ... or almost nude. She opened her small purse and found the lipstick. With her mouth held tight she placed it on his desk and waited.
James picked up the small tube of red lipstick and inspected it. He removed the top and twisted the end until the pointed shaft of red grease emerged like an inflamed cock. He looked up at her moist eyes and grinned. Kim was afraid to smile back or even relax her mouth for fear only a sob would come out. She was trying very hard to keep cool, act lady-like, not cry.
James noticed her suffering and put the lipstick down. He stood and walked around the desk to her trembling, small form and gently put his arms around her. Kim melted into him and grabbed at his strong frame for all the warmth it offered. He was hugging her, squeezing her into himself, feeling the smooth, velvet texture of her back and shoulders.
They kissed. She rose up to his lips with the force of a feeding calf to suck at his offered tongue. She prayed he would sweep her into his strong arms and carry her to the table. Then he might strip her bare and once again cram her screaming pussy with his mighty pole until she split wide open with happiness and love.
But he didn't. James finished the kiss and felt her eager hands on his back, her hot, begging breath on his neck. He wondered just how much kissing it would take to make her climax and spill juice down into her nylons. He gently pushed her back and softly said, "I want you to go to the examination table and he across it. Face down with your feet still touching the floor."
"With my feet on the floor?" she asked.
"Yes. Lie right across it."
She started to ask why, but swallowed the question; after all, he said he didn't want any questions and he was acting nice, being soft and warm. She did as he said.
James watched her bend over and finally lie across the soft-topped table. Her breasts squashed up and billowed out flat inside the poor hold of the strapless bra. The garter belt straps stretched and finally slid with her thighs until they were like little elastic support beams running from her legs to her waist. Most of all, the ripe roundness of her smooth ass bent and heaved back into a perfect crescent of flawless flesh.
She turned her head and looked at him. James undid his gown and laid it across the chair. Then, while staring deep into the dark brown On her questioning eyes, he methodically undressed. Shirt and tie, pants, socks, underwear, everything. When his cock was bared it bounded up like a rubberized, spring-loaded pillar of sculptured marble.
Kim felt the moisture in her mouth increase as she watched the large-headed shaft come to full attention above his long-hanging testicles and thick hair. She remembered how wonderful her mouth felt, filled with the smooth, pulpy head, and how delicious it tasted as it gorged deep into her gasping throat. The unforgettable taste of sperm filled her senses and Kim's thighs grew warm around the drooling lips of her waiting pussy.
When his hand touched her fanny Kim shivered. She took a quick breath of air; he was starting, he was massaging the cheek of her ass. Then both hands were there, caressing, soothing, rubbing each full bun into a pile of heated dough. It felt good. Pleasant waves of tingling joy flowed up along her back to make the fine hairs on her neck stand up with excitement.
"Did you like wearing the make-up?" he quietly asked.
She didn't know why he was asking about that now. "Yes," she answered.
His fingers were creeping deeper into the crack of her ass, rubbing, caressing, making the shivers of happiness grow along her spine. "And dressing up like this, do you like doing that?" he asked her gently.
She gulped, his hands and fingers were making her burn up inside, he knew exactly where to touch. "Yes," she mumbled.
His fingertip was playing across the sensitive tissues of her asshole, not pushing or probing, just circling, tickling, touching it and making her pussy quiver with energy. She expected him to put a finger in her ass like he did the other day and tried to relax back there, tried to make her anus go loose and offer the least amount of resistance.
"Well, I hate it," he said. "Especially the makeup. And worst of all, the lipstick. You know what I think lipstick makes your mouth look like?" he asked.
His insults hit her like a whip across the bare cheeks of her jutting rump. He was being so nice and now he was ridiculing her! Kim swallowed and grimaced, then the tears broke loose. "Why are you being mean?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.
"Because I hate lipstick! I think it makes your mouth look like an asshole!" he snapped.
"Oh no! Please don't say those things!" she cried.
"And right now your lipstick is going where it belongs!" he added forcefully.
Kim felt him. spreading the soft cheeks of her ass and fumbling down into the warmth of her crack. Then she felt the pointed tip of the smooth lipstick slipping inside her asshole. She bit her lip and moaned. It didn't hurt, it went in with ease, but the thought of lipstick in her asshole left her stunned.
He watched the red stick coat the rim of her colon with the bright color as it slid inside. He twirled it around several times to give the circular Up of her asshole a thorough, thick coat of brilliant beauty. She was trembling, squirming slightly. He knew she was writhing with humiliation and shock. After giving the entrance to her ass a complete paint job James removed the lipstick and laid it on the small of her back.
The sweet perfumed smell of the ruby-red grease filled his nostrils and the enraged head of his cock began to pound with lust for the compact squeeze of her hole. But when James stepped back to view his handiwork the full cheeks of her ass came back together and obscured a decent picture.
"Get off the table," he said. "Back up and bend down to touch your toes."
"Please...." she murmured. "I don't...."
"Shut up, Kim!" he boomed. "Do as I say!"
She covered her mouth with her hand and slowly slid off the table to follow his instructions. He was ruining it, the dreams were now thoroughly shattered for her. With the globes of her ass shaking slightly she bent over, way over. The white fanny with the ruby-red center jutted back and the cheeks parted. James could now see her anus clearly. The lipstick had melted and smeared to blotch the inside of her crack and drip slightly down toward the yearning lips of her cunt.
She was almost folded in half, her hair dangling loose over her head. The breasts upside down in the bra were loose and sliding free of the cups. James again slid the lipstick inside her well-exposed anus, circled, smeared it completely with the thick red. He then dropped to his knees behind her and reached for the swollen balls of dangling tit.
Her breath rate increased noticeably as his hands cupped around each breast and squeezed. Kim felt the rush of blood to her head in the upside-down position; it was obscene, embarrassing, crude. ... But still, the exciting bubbles of joy kept bursting inside her bent-over body.
"You're a very limber girl," James said.
She felt the lipstick smearing onto her nipples. He made red circles around each sweltering pucker until they looked like the bull's eye of a target. Kim realized her crying had stopped, it was replaced by a constant, deep gasping in her throat. She was fully wet in the pussy, hot anxious, enjoying the foolishness of the paint job.
James came up behind her and slid one hand down to the hanging lips of her young twat. The firm, full tissues cried tears of passion into his palm as his finger wiggled inside to seek out and tantalize her clitoris. Kim gulped for air; her back was beginning to hurt, but she didn't dare rise up-no, he might remove the hand.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "I'm going to put my cock in your cunt."
She grimaced. Kim didn't enjoy his explicit language, but she was only concerned with having her aching cavity filled. Her crotch pushed back even more at him, she forced herself into an even greater bend to lay the pussy open to as much cock as possible.
James slammed his long, hard stick into her with one powerful thrust of his hips. It parted the delicate flesh of her hole with ripping fierceness and smashed deep into the shuddering, howling chasm of boiling moisture. She jerked, a scream whistled from her mouth, his cock buried itself inside the shocked, surprised cunt.
"Auuuuugh! Oh! Ah!" she cried, as the pecker ripped her insides apart with cruel force.
He slid the long, dripping tool out of her and lifted it up to the blotched redness between the asscheeks. It reminded him of a smashed tomato the way the lipstick had smeared and spread, a soft, ripe tomato. He steered the flared tip of his throbbing pole into the grease until it pressed against her tiny anus.
"Oh, no ... please...." she groaned. "Not there."
With a tight clamp on her hips James speared his brutal pole straight into the taut muscle.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she screeched, as she felt the ripping burn of the mammoth cock separating her. "It hurts!"
Her cries only made James more frantic. His hips slammed forward and forced the head of the cock past the constricted clamp of her assaulted hole.
"Please ... hot in there!" she begged. "Not there!" The thought of his finger in her anus had been hard enough for Kim to accept, but now he was forcing his enormous cock in there and she wanted to die. Her guts were going insane, one second she felt loose, like she might urinate, the next second pins of pain were jabbing inside her belly. Then a kind of pleasure she never knew existed would tear along her spine.
James worked his cock in short stabs against the restraint of her anus until it started to release and accept the large entry. He pushed deeper into the revolted tissues of her rectum and felt them sliding, twisting, hugging at his cockhead. Then she clamped her red asshole tight and squeezed his infuriated cock around the base.
He slid it out until just the head lay inside her tension-ridden rump. A bright coat of ruby red was now smeared over the top half of his cock, the juice of the tomato. James grinned and with a sudden thrust plowed the cock to its full, painful depth inside the trembling pin hole.
"Ummmmmmmm," she moaned. Kim hurt back there, it was so big and so hard that her anus felt like it was ripping, shredding into a thousand pieces of torn flesh around the mighty cock. But it was hot, incredibly hot, and the stabs of agony seemed to melt in her mind; a gush of cream spilled from her cunt, a tremble sent her hot thighs into spasms.
Kim crammed her ass back at him and felt the cock muscling deep inside her. It seemed the deeper it went the better it felt, the more of her rectum that felt the swollen cock the greater her jolting pleasure. Finally she gulped; it felt like hot milk was being poured across her ass and was leaking down to her twitching anus and trembling pussy lips.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and forced the cock to slam from side to side inside her. Kim was clipping the round ass briskly, clamping frequently to send streams of exciting happiness along the imbedded cock. Then she almost collapsed as an ovemhelming orgasm rocked through everything.
James drew her in tight as the rectum seemed to yawn open and gulp at his cock. She was swaying from side to side like a broken doll; her hair swept across the floor at her feet, the breasts bounced in every direction and her cunt bubbled with an abundant flow of steaming mucus.
"Oh! God! Yesssss! Oh yes!" she groaned.
James didn't want to cream yet, no, he had other plans for that. He worked his cock briskly inside the clipping anus until-the battering orgasm passed from her body. Then he pulled back and her asshole popped shut with an empty sigh of escaping air. Kim almost fell forward, she was so limp with exhaustion.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her hot body to the table. Kim's dream was being answered, he was carrying her away and she wanted it never to stop. Everything was his now, cunt, mouth, anus, whatever he wanted he could have. She was opened up, the lids were off, the corks removed, whenever and wherever he wanted to taste the liqueurs of her body he could.
James laid her out on her back and viewed the lovely lines of her front. The red-circled dots of, nipple sat like pinched cherries on top of each massive breast; they heaved upward with each deep inhalation of her lungs. Her flat belly caved in with each gasp to make the crest of her pelvic bone and wispy hair seem incredibly high. Beyond that was the waiting, still-drooling twat and recovering asshole.
He looked at the thick coating of red on his cock. He rolled her head sideways until she faced the cock as he stood next to the table. Then, with a. feeling of pure maliciousness, he rubbed the cockhead across her soft, pink mouth.
"This is the only lipstick I ever want to see you wearing," he said. "If your mouth is hungry for beauty rub my cock across it."
She felt the grease-coated cockhead wiping the lipstick on her with broad, wide smears. And she nodded. Whatever he wanted she would do.
"Now suck it clean," he said. Her mouth readily opened and the wet tongue lashed out to grab at the slime-coated pecker. He shoved it inside, deep, and she took it without resistance and sucked with feverish enjoyment.
James stood there and watched as she bobbed her head closer, as she imbedded the cock hungrily into the far recesses of her hot, hungry throat. She was devouring him, he saw no hesitancy or apprehension, no innocence at all, and it twisted his guts with disappointment.
He jerked the cock from her mouth and snapped, "Whore!"
"Wha....?"
He roughly pushed her onto her back and mounted the table. Before Kim could finish speaking she saw his ass above her face; he was straddling her head with his knees and facing her feet in a kneeling position. She saw the two round nuts in the sac and the thicket of hair rising into the crack of his ass.
"My asshole," she heard him say. "Lick my asshole!"
She wanted to gag as her face was enveloped by the fine hairs and full meat of the rump. The musty smell of his close organs assaulted her senses. "Spread my ass and kiss the hole!" he demanded in a loud voice.
With her hands she pushed the rounded buns apart and stared at the pink, puckered ring of his ass. The hair seemed to stop around the edges like a clearing in the woods. He pushed his ass down tight on her face; she inhaled. The anus rested at her soft, juice-and-lipstick-coated mouth.
When James felt the tickle of her tongue across his anus he shivered with joy. It was a hesitant, frightened touch, a first taste. He knew she was petrified below him, unable to realize exactly what he wanted and why.
His hand circled the slick base of his cock and started to pump up and down. The tender touches of her tongue tip were now following the circle of his anus, wetting it, learning the taste and feel. He moved his free hand down to the brown hairs and finally the baked lips of her twat.
The hips started to move as soon as his finger touched her clitoris; she was prepared for another climax, anticipating it with eagerness. So was James. He squirmed his ass down on her tender nose, licking tongue, soft mouth, and felt the gentle push of wetness against the hole.
"Eat it," he said. "Shove your tongue up inside."
She could hardly hear his words she was so intent on the strange pucker before her. The initial bitterness was now gone from the taste and the hole seemed to beg at her tongue, cried to have her come inside and visit. She probed the point of her tongue up hard and felt the muscle part around her. It was a squeezing tight fit but she didn't have to push hard. The tongue seemed to be drawn by some unknown power.
James could feel the flowing softness of her tongue as it moved inside his asshole. It was a gentle, swirling sensation of tremendous proportions. She was reaming him, imbedding her clean, young tongue inside his crusty asshole to massage and love it just because he ordered her to. And her hips and wide-spread legs were swimming under his hand, swaying, twisting in throes of another pleasure.
After she thrust her tongue deep and slid it slowly back down, Kim realized how thrilling it was to be so intimate. She felt buried under his body, her mouth was burning with lust, her cunt was bubbling with excitement, she was pleasing him as he pleased her. They were sharing now, and that was good. She made a deep, wide-tongue scoop into the super-slickness of the squeezing rectum.
Her tongue was driving him nuts. James could feel the gentle massage and knew it would only take a few strokes to make his cock erupt with such sudden force that he'd ache. But it would be a blissful ache of great release. His fingers pinched against her clitoris, rubbed back and forth and quickly ignited her guts into another climax.
She heaved her hips up and at the same time slammed her tongue deep up his ass. James felt the rumbling blast of his sperm-filled cock coming to the head. With a spurting gush of streaming white the red-smeared cockhead spit jism out across the flat softness of her quivering belly.
It came again and again, gobs of sparkling cream washed from the pounding cock to drench her belly, thighs, heaving crotch and frolicking breasts.
She didn't want him to lift away. Her hands came up to his thighs and tried to hold his ass down while her tongue whipped with greater and greater happiness inside the tight hole. She licked out across each cheek of his ass and kissed as he moved away; she wanted it to stay, wanted to eat more.
He seemed a little angry about her willingness, but Kim could no longer care. She was too thrilled, too excited; her mouth tingled with experience, her body was drenched with the sperm of a real man, a mature man, a man who was teaching her everything. Everything!
James stood beside the table in silence, watching her fingers scoop up the piles of sperm and bring them to her sucking lips. She rubbed some into her nipples and smiled with bliss as her mouth gulped and the cream slid down her throat. Then she searched for more, found it, scraped it up in her fingers and licked them clean as if it were melted ice cream.
Beads of his own sperm dotted the strapless bra and garter belt, a small drip hung from the leg of one nylon. James turned away and walked to his window. She was doing it again, responding with her voracious, eager appetite. He wondered if there was anything he could do to her to permanently drive the girlishness back in to her youthful face.
As she lay alone on the table licking up the gems of his cock James saw a car pull into the empty parking lot outside the office window. A young, extremely young girl was driving. He parted the blinds and stared; she didn't look old enough to drive. Her hair was in pigtails, the fresh glow of baby-like face was so obvious he could see it even from the distance. And there was a great resemblance to Kim.
He turned; she was now hugging her tits together and watching a frothed gob of jism trickle down off the nipple. "Kim?"
She smiled, warm, happy, content. "Huh?"
"A blue car just pulled into the parking lot with a young girl driving it. Do you know who she is?"
"Oh?" A hand came up to her lips. "What time is it? That must be my sister!" She started to rise up.
"Your sister knows you're here?" he asked.
She stopped cold. "I didn't tell her who I was seeing or why, honest."
"So what? She knows where. What if she says something to your parents? I told you not to tell anyone," he hissed.
She shook her head. "She won't tell, she can't!" Kim whined.
"Oh? Why not?" He looked back out the window and stared at the little child.
"Because I let her take the car. She doesn't have a license yet and if our folks knew she was driving they'd get awfully mad. She wanted to use the car this afternoon so I had her drop me off. If she tells they'll know she was driving," Kim explained.
The thought of the sister knowing anything at all made James uneasy, but his worries were distracted as the car door opened and the young thing got out. The car had bucket seats and she was moving to the passenger side. She came around the car and his heart jumped; she was thin, light, almost too young even to have a waistline. But the firm buds of promising breasts were dominant against a tight yellow sweater, and the round ripeness of her completely developed ass filled the seat of her jeans.
She was bursting with youth and exploding with the tools of womanhood. She bent down to move seat belts out of the way before getting into the car, and spiked her beckoning rump back at him. His cock tingled, there was little doubt that this young girl could supply his desires for helpless, apprehensive passions.
"Is she coming in?" he asked while turning to Kim.
Kim was buttoning her blouse. "No! I told her to wait out there for me! We don't want her finding out."
"I doubt if she'd tell," he said.
"Ho, you don't know her like I do!"
"Now don't be too tough on her. Next time she brings you have her come in, it would be nice to meet her."
Kim's face wrinkled up with curiosity and she cocked her head to the side. A question formed on her lips, but before it came out she just shrugged. "Maybe," she answered.
James dropped the subject; she was getting suspicious. He decided to reassure Kim instead for he was appearing too eager to meet the younger model. He hugged her and kissed her mouth with a warm, gentle passion. She eagerly responded with a dancing, digging tongue. As she pulled away she whispered, "I wish we had more time."
"So do I," he answered. "But I'll see you Wednesday."
She beamed with readiness. "Oh, yes ... I'll be here."
"Okay, see you then."
She started to go, then stopped. "I'm sorry about the silly clothes and make-up, I'll never do it again."
He nodded. "That's okay."
She blushed and looked away. "Thank you," she softly whispered. "Thank you so much for making me so happy."
"You better go now," James said.
Wllen she got to the door she looked back with beaming eyes and smiled happily. "I love you," she quickly said, before closing the door.
James turned back to the window and stared out at the light brown pigtails, the pug nose and freckled face sitting in the car. His hand moved to the rising stiffness of his cock and stroked with a slow, deliberating movement.