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Teach Her, Teacher!	By : EroPrincess Category: Digimon > Het-Male/Female Views: 17815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“…and if you let me go down I'm gonna taste…” Avant; Director

Lesson 3: Teach Her, Teacher!

Davis immediately rushed inside of his penthouse, completely frustrated after the heated encounter with his new tenant. Not finding the person he needed to release his sexual frustrations on, Davis entered his master bedroom so he could take a much-needed cold shower.

His erection was as rigid as steel even though the cold water from the shower sluiced down his entire length. He contemplated whether he should finish the job himself, but thought against it.

I haven't masturbated since I was thirteen, I don't need too. Catherine will finish the job for me. He hoped she'd show herself soon, because it was literally becoming painful to keep this up. Pun intended.

Hastily turning off his shower, Davis exited and roughly yanked a plush, Versace towel from the eighteen-karat gold towel rack. Not bothering to dry himself, he wrapped the cloth around his waist and entered his bedroom, again. Sitting on the bed, Davis smirked devilishly when his extremely beautiful, and equally busty, blonde-haired, blue-eyed house cleaner entered his suite.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Motomiya,” Catherine D'Aubigne drawled out sexily when she saw her boss sitting on his bed with nothing but a towel to cover him.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle Catherine.” Davis greeted her. He took his time to study Catherine as she slowly advanced towards him, carrying a hamper of folded, clean laundry.

Catherine was everything every man has ever fantasized come to life. She's tall, beautiful, blonde, and possessed full, large, natural breasts, and a body that just brought a sane man to his knees. She was loyal and she catered to her employer's every need. In addition, she's French: oh, la, la…

Catherine was dressed in her usual work attire: a strapless, black mini-dress with the skirt barely covering her bottom, black fishnet, thigh-high stockings, and black patent leather stilettos.

Once she approached Davis, she leaned forward, purposefully causing her breasts to spill over her dress. “I'm finished with your laundry. Is there anything else I need to do in order to serve you?”

Davis arched a thick, maroon eyebrow when she said “serve”. Reaching forward, he unashamedly cupped her heavy breasts, causing Catherine to squeal, then sigh in satisfaction. This was exactly what they both wanted.

“Oui, oui, Monsieur...” Catherine half-whispered and half-moaned, arching her back to press her breasts more firmly against his hands to increase the pressure. “More…”

Becoming increasingly impatient, Davis pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her large mounds in their full glory. Leaning forward to capture a rose-hued nipple in between his teeth, Davis flicked his tongue against her bud, while he toyed with her neglected breast.

“Oh, Monsieur Motomiya, oui, oui...” She grabbed one of his fondling hands and guided it towards her feminine heat. She chuckled when she heard Davis release a deep, guttural growl when he cupped her moist, hot sex…

She wasn't wearing any panties; but then again, Catherine never did.

He refused to waste any more time than necessary. Davis needed Catherine to distract his thoughts from wandering to Kari and those dammed My Little Pony panties.

“Yeah,” he answered a little hoarsely after remaining silent since his very sexy maid entered his room. “I need you to serve me. You know what to do. Get on your knees,” he demanded rudely.

“Oui,” Catherine obliged to his command. Raising the skirt over her hips to reveal the tight, blonde curls covering her center to her boss, Catherine knelt in front of Davis and grinned flirtatiously at him. She unhooked his towel and removed it, squealing as his thick, large erection sprang free.

Davis leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes in preparation for the blowjob his was about to receive. He sighed contentedly when he felt Catherine's warm, wet mouth engulf his penis.

She swiveled her tongue around the head and sucked greedily at the tip. Cupping his sac, Catherine gave Davis a gentle, but firm squeeze causing him to groan in ecstasy.

He tangled his hands through her thick, blonde hair and arched his hips frantically inside of her mouth. “Mmm…Catherine…I'm ready. Now be a good girl and take it all.”

Catherine only nodded while she swallowed more of his length down her throat as Davis continued to thrust inside of her. She squeezed his balls more firmly and moaned happily, when Davis ejaculated inside of her mouth.

She swallowed his semen eagerly, savoring his natural salty taste on her tongue. A few droplets escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. More dripped down her breasts, and Catherine removed her hand from Davis' scrotum to rub his essence into her skin like lotion.

Clutching the back of her head, Davis held Catherine close until he released every ounce of his cum inside of her. “Ahh…” he groaned, completely satisfied with his house cleaner's performance. There's nothing better on Earth than a beautiful woman who swallows.

He smiled while he watched Catherine wipe her chin with the back of her hand and lick the residue from her fingers. “Your taste is very good, Monsieur,” she exclaimed. “Now I'm ready to be satisfied.”

Raising an angry eyebrow, Davis looked down at her with a frown and asked, “You weren't satisfied from the head you just gave me?”

Nodding eagerly as she tried her best to save face, Catherine quickly replied, “Oh, oui, oui… But I'll be more satisfied if you put it inside of me.” She climbed on his bed and settled on all fours. Spreading her thighs, she turned her head and gave her employer a seductive smirk. “Oh, Motomiya, put it inside of me, s'il vous plaît?” She pressed her forefinger against her bottom lip and gave him a sexy pout.

Davis stood and positioned himself behind her. Grabbing her hips forcefully, he asked her huskily, “Do you want me to fuck your brains out? Like the slut you are?”

Eagerly nodding again, Catherine cried, “Oh, oui, oui, Monsieur, hurry!” Davis rammed his dick inside of her moist pussy, causing her to shout to the heavens, “Oh...Motomiya, monsieur, oui!”

He held her hips tightly and brutally stabbed inside of her. Davis grunted every time his penis hit against her G-spot. He grabbed her close as he felt his body stiffening, preparing for another orgasm.

“Oh…oh…uh…” Catherine hollered as she moved her hips backwards, meeting Davis' painful thrusts. “I'm going to cum!”

Feeling his body on the brink for his second release, Davis quickly removed his dick from Catherine's tight, wet pussy and violently flipped her over on her back. Stroking his length rapidly, Davis shouted as he spilled his seed all over his maid.

“Oh, yes Motomiya! I love it,” she cried joyfully. Catherine bathed in Davis' natural juices while she came on his Versace bedspread.

Davis stood before her and smirked arrogantly. “You fucking whore,” he told her. “You should get yourself cleaned up; and I want you gone before I'm finished with my shower.” It still amused him that the women he slept with allowed him to call them out of their names. Well, not all of the women, Catherine is the only woman who's the exception to the rule. It aroused her whenever he said something vulgar towards her. The others were just women he didn't care for.

Proving his point, he watched Catherine crawl off his bed and walk towards him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “Oh, Monsieur, don't be like that. Surely you can use a little help in cleaning yourself, am I right?”

Remaining silent, Davis lifted Catherine effortlessly in his arms and carried her inside of his bathroom.

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Jun was extremely pleased with Kari's performance on her first day. She greeted everyone and smiled at everyone who entered the restaurant, automatically making the customers feel welcomed and comfortable. If she keeps this up, at this rate she'll become Employee of the Month in no time.

Even during the busy lunch hour rush, Kari kept her cool. She sincerely enjoyed her new job. It's only been three hours since she started (two hours since the restaurant opened), but already she met a few interesting people. Even a few celebrities had stopped by, causing Kari to blush from excitement; just wait until I tell Tai!

After showing a group of friends their table, Kari returned to the black, wooden podium near the glass doors. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the man of her wildest desires approach the doors. Unfortunately, a redhead and a brunette cuddled against him. It didn't really matter, anyway. Kari never would've gained enough nerve to talk to him.

Takeru and his fans entered Noodles, Noodles and immediately Kari rushed to greet them. “Good afternoon, and welcome to Noodles, Noodles. Table for three I presume?”

“That's right,” the redhead answered.

Kari motioned her hand towards the dining area. “Right this way. Follow me.” She led the trio to their table, completely disappointed that Takeru did not speak to her. How can I be disappointed? Sure, it would've been great if he would've said “hi”, I mean we are on the college paper, together! She angrily thought. However, he doesn't even know I'm alive…

The group sat down and Kari told them, “If there's anything you need, Ami's here to help you.” She nodded her head in the direction of a raven-haired beauty. “She's your waitress for today.”

“Well, hello…” Takeru grinned at their waitress.

“Well hello, yourself,” Ami grinned back.

Kari walked away from their table fuming. He could speak to Ami but not to me? She glanced at their waitress from her position from the podium and sighed. She's beautiful. How can I blame him? Maybe I should've styled my hair and worn some makeup over my face… Kari silently cursed herself for pulling her hair in her usual ponytail. She didn't know much about makeup, but she did have some lip-gloss and mascara in the bottom of her purse…somewhere…

Her thoughts instantly dissipated when the restaurant's owner entered his establishment. Kari felt her face burn from humiliation as she thought about their encounter the night before.

Davis stood in front of the podium, rested his elbows on it, and gave his employee a sexy smirk. His evil grin stretched when he noticed Kari's red face, and her uncomfortable body language. “So, how's your first day, Kari?”

Kari wanted to speak but she discovered doing that would be difficult. Her nostrils flared when she inhaled the sensual, enticing scent of Eternity by Calvin Kline from Davis' body. Her pupils widened as she noticed how the brown Dolce and Gabbana suit he wore filled out his athletic frame. She unconsciously licked her lips before she spoke.

“Everything has been going well for me, Davis. I'm enjoying it so far.”

“I'm glad to hear that,” he nodded as he took note to how her small, pink tongue moistened her full lips. “Tell me, have you seen my sister around?”

“I believe she's in the back.” Kari answered. She inclined her head towards the back of the restaurant.

“Thank you.” Davis straightened himself and brushed imaginary dust from his blazer. He started to walk away, but in mid-step, he turned around to speak to her, again. “My offer still stands. You're more than welcomed to visit my place if you need anything.”

“I appreciate your hospitality,” she responded. Without another word, Kari watched Davis disappear behind the counter. Shaking her head, she released the breath she was holding. “I hope your intentions are sincere, Davis,” she whispered.

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After her shift was over, Kari stood outside of the door to Davis' penthouse later that evening with a Hefty bag of dirty laundry. Well, he said if I needed anything, and I needed to wash my clothes.

Pressing the button to the intercom, Kari spoke into it. “Hello? I'm Yagami Hikari. I uh…Davis told me to come here if…” Kari never completed her sentence. Immediately the door swung open and she was standing in front of a provocatively dressed, blonde woman.

“Oui, oui,” the woman grabbed Kari's hand and dragged her inside. “Monsieur Motomiya told me he was expecting you. My name is Catherine D'Aubigne.”

He was expecting me, what the… “Hikari,” she softly replied.

“Allow me to take this.” Catherine reached for the Hefty bag and picked it up without any difficulty. “Make yourself at home, s'il vous plaît. If you need anything, I'm here for your assistance.”

“Um, yes,” Kari swallowed as she settled herself comfortably against a Versace loveseat. After Catherine exited the living room, Kari looked around and her eyes widened at the expensive décor. I'm not familiar with designers, but even I can tell everything in here must've cost a lot of money!

Standing up, Kari began to walk around the penthouse after Catherine was gone for several moments. I can't just sit here, but I can't find Catherine, either. She trailed down a long hall, opening a few doors along the way. I can't find her anywhere! Wait, her ears perked when she heard a female's voice coming from a closed door, maybe she's in there.

Circling her hand around the doorknob, Kari slowly opened the door, and what she saw nearly made her faint from shock. She covered her mouth with her hand to muffle a surprised gasp.
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