The Dog Whisperer

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Tests

I took all the tests Carmen wanted and brought the results in a slim folio. I made sure to arrive early but didn’t ring her doorbell until exactly 10:00 AM. The shirtless man with the crotch bulge answered a few seconds later and motioned me in. He led me to the dining room, where Carmen was at the table with some papers and a laptop. She was dressed in clothing similar to what she’d worn yesterday, minus the blouse, her hair damp, her color high and looking freshly scrubbed. Shorter shorts emphasized her spectacular legs. She looked scrumptious.

“That’ll be all, Lucey,” she said. He bowed and left through the hallway.

She glanced at her phone and smiled, then at another chair about eight feet away. I took the hint and sat down. I laid my folio on the table between us. She opened it and scanned through everything.

“You’re in excellent health, clean as a whistle. I approve.”

“Just a bit out of shape.”

“Yes. That’s where I come in.”

“Did you walk today?”

“Earlier than usual. An early workout gives me energy for the whole day.”

“Sounds nice. I was always more of a night exerciser.”

She smiled. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

She took my hand and caressed my palm, examining it. “I see better fitness in your future.” Her caress felt very nice. She stood and I did, too. “You may remove your mask.”

The heavy door in her basement was still closed, while her workout room looked and smelled freshly cleaned.

“How do you feel after yesterday?”

“My biceps and hands are a little sore.”

“I worked those yesterday for a very good reason.”

“Which is?”

“Lift first, questions later.”

She ran me through every station in the room. She showed me an exercise to do with the kettle ball, standing with legs wide and swinging it down between them and up to horizontal. I alternated push-ups and planks, but the hardest new thing for me was lunges, where we would take long steps forward and dip down so our front upper legs were horizontal, then step forward with the other leg and repeat. I only made it across the room and back once. Then we did arm curls together, and the climber’s ring, more of each than last time.

“Now for a demonstration. I mentioned yesterday that I spend a lot of time here, and as I’m sure you noticed, some of the weights aren’t set for me. That would be Lucey, who brought your water. His time here is almost up. Stand.”

I stood.

“Good.” She reached one hand to cup my crotch, squeezing lightly, and with the other, brought the heel of one of my palms to her entrance, between her legs, and crossed them. Then she squeezed my fingers there. Hard. “I’ve just tired you out to the point where you’ll have trouble extracting your hand. I want you to try.”

She squeezed so hard it was like the hardest handshake I’d ever had. Her eyes were intense in mine. “I noticed you checking out my body. I wanted you to. I wanted it to lead to this. I keep myself very fit. It’s important to me. And if you think this squeeze is hard, wait’ll you learn what else I can do.”

I wasn’t trying very hard to extract my hand from between her legs, because right up against her vulva I could feel her heat, and combined with my workout and her hand on my package and the sight of her stunning smooth legs, I was getting lightheaded.

Instead, I moved my other hand to my lips, inserted my middle finger and coated it liberally with saliva, then reached behind her, slid my hand under her shorts and panties, and pushed that finger more than one knuckle deep into her anus. She yelped, tensing around my finger, and relaxed her grip on my other hand. I pulled both hands away before she could trap either one again, giving her ass a little slap as I did. Her other hand was still on my crotch, where I was very obviously getting hard.

We stood there deep in each other’s eyes, her cheeks reddening. She reached to my hand and brought it to her breast, her eyes half closing. I brushed my thumb across her n****e, which rose and hardened immediately.

“Shorts off,” she said, panting, and removed her hand from my crotch. I undid the button and she unzipped me, then put hands inside my boxer briefs and slid them down.

“Sit,” she said, and I did. Then she knelt in front of me and took my c**k in her hand.

“Hello, handsome,” she said, brushing her thumb over my frenulum, then took the head in her mouth, her strong slender fingers tight around the base of my shaft.

She pulled off, her piercing eyes in mine. “Don’t touch me anywhere I don’t place your hands. Don’t move. Do exactly what I tell you without hesitation, and I will make you very happy. This is my gift. It will not be offered again. Refuse at your peril.”