You kneel

As he spreads his legs, a shiver runs down your spine. You made a mistake after all, and if Blaire taught you one thing, it was how to apologize.

You kneel behind him, hands pressed firmly to your thighs. You're close enough that your knees pass through his legs and your thighs are in line with his ankles. As you rest comfortably in seiza, the ass of the man who trained you fills your view.

Blaire's finished rinsing his hair, but as you press your face between his pert cheeks and your tongue touches his tight sphincter you imagine the water trickling down his back still has a hint of your cum in it.

You lap lightly against his hole, using the tip of your tongue to gently lick and flick away the water running into his crack. Your tease the outside slowly, circling around his hole then dipping in the centre.

It was a apology and a test for you, one you couldn't afford to fail. But already you can feel your breath starting to get heavy, air coming in and out of your lungs in warm puffs as the water splashes off Blaire's ass and unto your face. The steam from the shower made the air hypnotically thick, making you fight for each breath as you had to inhale deep with your nose. A second shiver ran through your body as the steam went into your nose.

For women, their pheromones were mostly secreted from their pussy. For futas it was their dick, and for men their asshole lubricated like a pussy and gave off the most intoxicating scent. Your ears picked up a small huff, the equivalent of a moan from Blaire, as he reached back and spread his ass a little wider. The scent of vanilla drowns you, and your body freezes as you stare at his perfect asshole.

Up to this point, Blaire had never let you do more than lick the surface, but now his asshole was puckered and just a little loose, leaking a clear fluid that looked like liquid **** to you. You breathe heavier, two instincts warring inside you and you clench your fingers into your thick thighs. Blaire turns to look back at you, eyes lidded as he watches you vibrate, drool hanging from your lips.

You become flushed as a large part of you internally screams that Blaire was presenting himself to be properly and utterly dominated by you. Your frustration from being rejected, the memory of spurting your precum over Blaire's face, and the wet hole in front of you.. all of it combined makes you want to lift Blaire by the hips and ram your cock into his ass until it tents his belly, then fuck him until he collapsed as a prolapsed mess in the shower.