Chapter 3

And now, as Pepper lay back on the couch, her eyes closed dreamily as she remembered the initial cunt-sucking adventure with her roommate back in college, she felt a strange passion rising in her pussy and, an equally strange tingling in her ripe heavy breasts so prettily tipped with cherry-red nipples, glamorously wide and appetising to the eye as well as to the tongue.

Armstrong Heartherton was now taking measurements of the apartment with his long ruler, jotting down the yards and the inches and suggested furnishing and colors to be used in the wide, expansive room.

Pepper was astonished with herself, in awe of the quickening emotions she was feeling as she stared from time to time at the little man, as he would bend down, then stand, then stretch up to measure a window.

How similar he was to her impotent father! What a striking resemblance to a man she secretly detested and from whom she had fled years before.

Pepper's hand was now opening caressing her panty crotch and she had slipped a finger under the edge of her panties to glide it into her hot cunt, feeling it dripping with warm, liquid juices.

It was all Heatherton could do to concentrate on his task, his eyes fleeting from moment to moment to observe the passionate giant of a woman on the couch at the other end of the long room, her skirt now even higher and her fingers dipping inside her panties.

Pepper didn't care what Heatherton was thinking. It was her apartment and it was she who was hiring him! So what if she did what she suddenly felt like doing, arousing herself while the little effeminate man went about his measuring business.

Pepper could see the outline of his prick and his hanging balls under his tight trousers when he once measured the wall opposite the couch on which she was sitting.

She wondered if it was the size of her father's measley tool, small and shapeless and thin and useless to her mother.

"Heatherton," she said softly, proffering her empty glass. "Please refill it for me, will you?" she said, her voice lower and more sultry than usual.

Heatherton was trembling almost visibly, his hand shaking as he took the glass, his eyes falling to Pepper's white smooth thighs so appetizing and so strangely exciting to this little man who had never even seen a naked woman before.

"Yes ... yes!" he answered and swished across the wide long room, his feminine buttocks weaving and quivering under his tight trousers.

Pepper wondered what she could do to this creepy decorator and wondered if it was at all worth her while, that is, doing anything at all.

Then, she decided to throw all caution to the winds. So what! she thought to herself and sitting up, stretched languorously again at Armstrong's return, this motion, thrusting out her ripe luscious breasts, outlining her perfect globes seductively, feeling the twinging again both in her cunt which she was now openly stroking.

"Did you make one for yourself?"

"Oh, No ... Miss," Heatherton sighed, the sight of her dancing fingers on her well-rounded mound making the small shiver, making his prick harden again.

"Then do it!"

Heatherton bowed from the waist and hurried over to the refrigerator and returned hastily with his own glass refilled.

"No, don't sit over there," Pepper said, opening her languid eyes as Heatherton went to sit in the only other chair in the empty apartment.

"But where, Miss-?"

"Down here, at my feet!" Pepper heard her voice saying, her normal voice lower than ever and cracking a bit.

"At your feet?"

"At my feet, Heatherton!"

Heatherton was blushing furiously now. He was suffering an unkown humiliation plus an uncontrollable urge to kiss her high heels once he seated himsef cross-legged on the floor directly in front of Pepper's parted thighs, her hand still caressing and absently stroking her burning hot pussy.

"You can look at me to your heart's content!"

"You're so beautiful!" he groaned, his prick beginning to hurt him so tightly was it compressed inside his crotch.

Listlessly, Pepper stuck out one high heel and ran it lazily across the man's knee, this motion having the effect of spreading her thighs open wider.

Armstrong-Heatherton's eyes were blinking wildly as they glimpsed the blonde tendrils of pussy hair escaping from the crotch of her thin white panties.

As her fingers played and caressed, Heatherton's breath was coming in pants and gasps. He didn't know what to do. He gulped down his drink in one swallow, hoping this would give him the strength he needed.

Then Pepper sat up on the couch, inching closer to the edge, the heel of her shoe now rubbing up Heatherton's thigh until it was almost at the crotch of his tight pants.

"Does this arouse you, Mr. Heatherton?"

"Yes ... very much ... very much!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Heatherton gulped and swallowed noisily.

"Oh, no ... no ... no ... don't stop ... It's just that I'm so embarrassed!" he started to explain when Pepper interrupted:

"You're not too used to women, are you?"

Now her heel was almost touching the top of his swollen prick smoldering inside his tight female panties.

He blushed furiously.

"No," he stammered, "you're just ... about ... just about the first I've ever been close to, Miss."

"Get on your knees, Heatherton," Pepper said, now realizing she was in full command of the situation. She realized she could enslave this small man, make him cower and cringe and do anything she liked him to do!

Besides, Heatherton couldn't refuse, unless he wanted to lose the handsome bonus Pepper had promised him, plus a very healthy commission for his task as her personal Interior Decorator. Pepper knew she was one of his first clients and he would use pictures of his work to sell other clients once he had decorated her new apartment.

Yes ... yes sir, thought Pepper to herself, Heatherton had every need to be her personal slave, to obey her slightest and every whim, unless he wanted to nip his career in the bud.

"Now open your pants, Heatherton," Pepper said, watching the little man blush and gulp again, his panting somehow exciting her almost as much as his humiliation and his embarrassment at kneeling before a half naked woman's feet.

Heatherton sheepishly put his glass down and slowly unzipped his fly. "Take out your cock. I want to see it!"

"Oh, Misss ... ohoooo, No," objected slowly, then, catching the stern look in her wide eyes, reached his small hand inside his trousers letting his fingers grip hold of his erect prick and bringing it out of his pants.

"What a small, tiny cock!"

"I'm so sorry ... so sorry!" Heatherton exclaimed.

"Play with it. I want to see you jerk it for me," Pepper teased, raising up straight and once more thrusting out her luscious, conical breasts.

Heatherton closed his eyes as his fingers curled around the shaft of his little erect tool, his fingers now gliding up and down obediently as Pepper stared at his groping, sliding fingers.

"Now stop, Heatherton and take down your pants. I want to see your skinny behind."

Heatherton started to object, to resist, again, but once more he saw the almost savage look in his client's eyes.

Obediently he unbuckled his belt and let his pants down to his knees. His prick poked out obscenely and his tight, little balls were all drawn up between his thighs.

When Pepper saw the scandalous feminine panties on the man, she broke into wild laughter. She dabbed with the toe of her spike high heel at his exposed penis, knocking it gently back and forth as Heatherton wobbled on his bony knees.

"Now jerk it off again after you slip down your panties, like a good little girl!" she said in baby talk.

"Oh, I feel so ... so strange!" Heatherton complained as his fingers gripped his rigid tool and began caressing it at Pepper's instruction.

Pepper now stood up and holding her skirt high, stood in front of the kneeling man. She began to sway her rounded hips seductively and erotically as she inched closer to the kneeling man's face. Pepper now rolled her hips and tucking her skirt into her belt both in front and back, began turning easily, swaying and weaving her body, her breasts quivering under her brassiere just as her half-naked buttocks were doing.

Heatherton was wild with passion, his breathing rapid and his heart pounding almost as hard as his bleating prick at the erotic, suggestive motions of the half-naked woman spinning and weaving in front of his very face.

He could smell her exciting perfume and almost feel the heat of her crotch. Her brief, French panties were wet with her hot rich juices and he could smell this too, as he kept kneeling, his fingers riding up and over and down and round his throbbing naked tool.

"Now, Heatherton," she said, facing him, "take down my panties!"

"Ohoooo," he squealed and using one hand began to inch down Pepper's brief, sexy and very filmy panties, now exposing her lovely bush of soft, strawberry colored pussy hair.

As the filmy panties fell to her ankles, Pepper was a thrilling exotic sight to Heatherton. He couldn't believe his eyes, the view of her ass mounds and her bare hairy pussy and her smooth white thighs above the filmy stocking tops, her black, thin garter belt holding up nylons as she weaved and swayed seductively in front of him.

Now, she stopped and approaching closer, put both her hands on the little man's head.

"You want to kiss my cunt?"

"God ... yesss ... Yes ... I do!"

"Do you want to lick my backside ... kiss my bottom?"

"Yessss ... please ... I do ... I do!"

"Do you want to see my breasts, do you?"

"Oh ... yessss ... you're teasing me to death," he whistled as his prick burst and shot out all over her nyloned ankles, burst after burst of hot white semen spurting all over her sheer stockings as she ground her hot hairy cunt into his face....