The Principals Daughter

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As he approached he took a deep breath, and pulling down the handle on the door it swung open silently and he stepped inside the dimly lit reception room. In the corner sat a guy who was looking through some papers. On hearing Richard enter the room he immediately stood up.

Richard could tell by his physique that he obviously kept himself in good physical condition. His face was angular and was a veritable network of scars. One, in particular, stood out from the rest, it started from the top of his hairline extending down to his chin. He had a tough yet friendly manner about him, and as he extended his hand to greet Richard he took it and felt the steely grip of this amiable bloke.

“All right buddy I’m John and I’m the Chief Instructor here at Ajax” he began the introductions.

His smile was warm, welcoming, and somewhat unexpected from his granite-like exterior and Richards’s first impressions.

“I’m Richard, buddy” he replied.

John picked up the sheet he had been studying and looked for Richard’s name on it. There were only sixteen of them registered for the course so it didn’t take long for him to find it.

“Yeah got you right here. You’re in room two with Mike. He arrived about an hour ago. It’s just down there” He pointed to a short corridor which was shrouded in darkness, but Richard could see a white door at the end of it.

John went on to go through the daily routine and the layout of the house, things like the location of the dining room and washing facilities, and tried to answer any questions Richard might have. He gave him a timetable for the next week and told him that breakfast would start at 7 o’clock and finish at 8 o’clock. The day began at 08:15 am on most days depending what the training was for that particular day.

He was just about finished, but they were disturbed by the sound of the door being opened again. Richard was not expecting the figure that stood there before them. She was around five foot ten inches in her high heels. A tightly fitting pencil skirt hugged her thighs and hips. The white blouse she was wearing seemed to be trying to burst through the smart navy blue jacket that covered it. As she placed down her luggage and stood up, Richard’s eyes were drawn to her cleavage, which was heaving under her breathing. She was almost Amazonian, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and covering her ample breasts. Richard felt himself stir as he stood transfixed staring at this vision of beauty. The blood pumping around his cock caused it to force itself against his tight fitting jeans.

The stranger caught Richards’s amorous glances, and she provocatively licked her lips. She began to study him closely, his broad shoulders tapered down to a tight waist. The white shirt he was wearing was tucked into his faded smart jeans. It hung loosely at the front and back, indicating to her that there was not an inch of fat on him. The thought of his washboard stomach and well-defined ‘six pack’ hidden beneath, filled her pussy with warmth. Eyes now travelling down from his belt they lingered on his groin and the shape of his manhood visibly enlarged and she swore she saw it twitch under her gaze. Licking her lips again she admired the firm thighs that filled the legs of his jeans, and her own legs began to go weak as the juices in her snatch began to flow freely. If all the guys were like this one on the course she was in for one hell of a time.

Richard saw that she was checking him out and blushed at her attentions. His hand moved to his groin in a futile attempt to cover his raging hard on. It was too late by that point and he knew it. Yet there was no look of shock on her face, but one of pleasure and mutual admiration. This is going to be one awesome fecking course, he thought to himself. He thanked John for his help and went to retrieve his suitcase that he had put down in the entrance where the vivacious stranger now stood.

“Can I just get that?” he said directing his question at the Amazonian.

“You sure you can lift it, looks heavy to me” she replied teasing him but was sure that from his masculine form he wouldn’t have any problem at all. I bet he could lift me up and fuck me senseless without breaking sweat she mused. She positioned herself so that Richard would have to come into close proximity to her.

As he grabbed his suitcase his thigh brushed against hers, and he felt a quiver of delight run through him. It was not soft as he had expected, but firm with a firmness that comes with a daily routine of exercise. He stood up erect and stared into her eyes that were like the colour of jade. A knowing smiled crossed her lips, and a spark ignited between them. The spell was broken by John, who called from behind them.

“Hi there. You must be Tori. Welcome to the Ajax training Academy.”

Richard picked up his bags and headed off down the corridor. As he did, he looked over his shoulder, and he could have sworn the sexy siren Tori was checking his ass out. He smiled to himself as he turned the handle of the door marked with a brass number two. The door swung inwards and Richard entered, looking to his right as he did so. His view was obstructed by a wardrobe door that was open, then suddenly a face appeared from behind it. The guy was dark haired and seemed in his late twenties, as he closed the door of the locker Richard saw that he was dressed in running kit. He looked to be in great physical shape, with well-toned arms and quadriceps in his thighs that would be able to crush walnuts between them.

As he approached he took a deep breath, and pulling down the handle on the door it swung open silently and he stepped inside the dimly lit reception room. In the corner sat a guy who was looking through some papers. On hearing Richard enter the room he immediately stood up.

Richard could tell by his physique that he obviously kept himself in good physical condition. His face was angular and was a veritable network of scars. One, in particular, stood out from the rest, it started from the top of his hairline extending down to his chin. He had a tough yet friendly manner about him, and as he extended his hand to greet Richard he took it and felt the steely grip of this amiable bloke.

“All right buddy I’m John and I’m the Chief Instructor here at Ajax” he began the introductions.

His smile was warm, welcoming, and somewhat unexpected from his granite-like exterior and Richards’s first impressions.

“I’m Richard, buddy” he replied.

John picked up the sheet he had been studying and looked for Richard’s name on it. There were only sixteen of them registered for the course so it didn’t take long for him to find it.

“Yeah got you right here. You’re in room two with Mike. He arrived about an hour ago. It’s just down there” He pointed to a short corridor which was shrouded in darkness, but Richard could see a white door at the end of it.

John went on to go through the daily routine and the layout of the house, things like the location of the dining room and washing facilities, and tried to answer any questions Richard might have. He gave him a timetable for the next week and told him that breakfast would start at 7 o’clock and finish at 8 o’clock. The day began at 08:15 am on most days depending what the training was for that particular day.

He was just about finished, but they were disturbed by the sound of the door being opened again. Richard was not expecting the figure that stood there before them. She was around five foot ten inches in her high heels. A tightly fitting pencil skirt hugged her thighs and hips. The white blouse she was wearing seemed to be trying to burst through the smart navy blue jacket that covered it. As she placed down her luggage and stood up, Richard’s eyes were drawn to her cleavage, which was heaving under her breathing. She was almost Amazonian, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and covering her ample breasts. Richard felt himself stir as he stood transfixed staring at this vision of beauty. The blood pumping around his cock caused it to force itself against his tight fitting jeans.

The stranger caught Richards’s amorous glances, and she provocatively licked her lips. She began to study him closely, his broad shoulders tapered down to a tight waist. The white shirt he was wearing was tucked into his faded smart jeans. It hung loosely at the front and back, indicating to her that there was not an inch of fat on him. The thought of his washboard stomach and well-defined ‘six pack’ hidden beneath, filled her pussy with warmth. Eyes now travelling down from his belt they lingered on his groin and the shape of his manhood visibly enlarged and she swore she saw it twitch under her gaze. Licking her lips again she admired the firm thighs that filled the legs of his jeans, and her own legs began to go weak as the juices in her snatch began to flow freely. If all the guys were like this one on the course she was in for one hell of a time.

Richard saw that she was checking him out and blushed at her attentions. His hand moved to his groin in a futile attempt to cover his raging hard on. It was too late by that point and he knew it. Yet there was no look of shock on her face, but one of pleasure and mutual admiration. This is going to be one awesome fecking course, he thought to himself. He thanked John for his help and went to retrieve his suitcase that he had put down in the entrance where the vivacious stranger now stood.

“Can I just get that?” he said directing his question at the Amazonian.

“You sure you can lift it, looks heavy to me” she replied teasing him but was sure that from his masculine form he wouldn’t have any problem at all. I bet he could lift me up and fuck me senseless without breaking sweat she mused. She positioned herself so that Richard would have to come into close proximity to her.

As he grabbed his suitcase his thigh brushed against hers, and he felt a quiver of delight run through him. It was not soft as he had expected, but firm with a firmness that comes with a daily routine of exercise. He stood up erect and stared into her eyes that were like the colour of jade. A knowing smiled crossed her lips, and a spark ignited between them. The spell was broken by John, who called from behind them.

“Hi there. You must be Tori. Welcome to the Ajax training Academy.”

Richard picked up his bags and headed off down the corridor. As he did, he looked over his shoulder, and he could have sworn the sexy siren Tori was checking his ass out. He smiled to himself as he turned the handle of the door marked with a brass number two. The door swung inwards and Richard entered, looking to his right as he did so. His view was obstructed by a wardrobe door that was open, then suddenly a face appeared from behind it. The guy was dark haired and seemed in his late twenties, as he closed the door of the locker Richard saw that he was dressed in running kit. He looked to be in great physical shape, with well-toned arms and quadriceps in his thighs that would be able to crush walnuts between them.