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Here’s a cute cuddly commission involving aliens because extraterrestrials have been getting a bad rep as of late. So it’d be nice to give ’em something to smile about.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, blast off!” I announce to the crew.

Funny how something as simple as that still sends chills down my spine. Granted, it isn’t really relevant in this case. Ships and rockets are completely different. But I don’t care. It’s fun.

I wave at family, friends, colleagues, and everyone else gathered around to watch us take off before finally putting a year’s worth of dreams and plans into action. I start gaining momentum, preparing to take flight as everyone else braces themselves. Once I gain enough speed, I bring us off of the ground and retract the wheels. We are now airborne. I guide us all the way to the top of the world, taking in the last sight of the beautiful land that I’m gonna get for 6 months. See you soon, guys. Once I’m far enough in the air, I bring my hand hovering above the thruster controls, preparing for the jump.

“Alright, hang on, everyone,” I warn, turning to my crewmates, “It’s gonna get a bit bumpy.”

After they grab onto their solid objects, I activate the thrusters and go full throttle, pushing us through the thermosphere all the way to the exosphere with the g-force proving to be strong, but us proving that we’re stronger. You’re nothing to us, science!

Once we breach past the last layer of the Earth, I ease up on the acceleration, bringing us to a stable cruising speed. All of us take a breath, relaxing as we head toward our target. I then decide to lighten the mood even more by turning on the intercom and saying in my best pilot voice,

“Attention, passengers, this is your captain speaking. You’ll be happy to know tha-”

“Alex, we’ve been through this,” Mandy intervenes, “You can either do the countdown or the pilot bit, but not both.”

“Apologies for my lack of fucks to give about your stipulations that I don’t seem to recall agreeing to. Furthermore, I am in possession of the steering wheel, so therefore I make the rules. And the first rule: I’m your captain.”

Everyone laughs at my comment with Jaqui saying,

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Affirmative,” I continue with my flawless pilot impression, “Now, like I was saying, you’ll be happy to know that we’re in pursuit of the unidentified flying object within Earth’s atmosphere and it should be smooth sailing from here on out. So you’re welcome to maneuver about with your magnetic boots on the ground at all times. We wouldn’t want another Dani moment, now would we?”

“I thought we agreed to never make that a thing,” Dani whines,

“And I thought I made it abundantly clear on how I feel about these stipulations that I’ve never agreed to, but here we are.”

“Plus, it’s not our fault that you thought floating around would be cool,” Jaqui chimes in,

“I told you I forgot where I put them,” Dani replies,

“They were right by your bed,” Mandy points out,

“You guys are mean.”

“We love you, too,” I say, smirking at her before turning back to the space road, “Now, quiet down. We’re here.”

We inch closer and closer to the foreign material. Jeez, it looks even weirder up close. I’ve never even seen anything like it. What’s that even made out of? It looks sleeker and more sturdy than any metal I’ve ever seen.

“Alright,” Jaqui starts as I bring the ship to a stop, “Soooo, now what? Do we just go up there and ring the doorbell?”

“We’re here to ask another species questions about their intentions, Jaqui, we’re not asking for sugar,” I reply,

“Fine, then. What do you suggest we do, ‘captain’?”

“Well, I’m glad you asked, my underling. The xeno station discovered a mutual galactic symbol that portrays docility. And Lincoln just so happened to stitch together a 60×90 flag that displays that symbol.”

“Uhhh…when?” Dani asks,

“Last month. They told him to make sure that he set it up under the ship.”

“Wait, wait, they told Lincoln to set that flag up on a ship a month before we did this?” Jaqui asks, confused,

“Well, yeah,” I confidently answer, “He was the only one who knew how at the time.”

“Do you really see nothing wrong with anything you just said?” Mandy questions,

“What? You guys are acting like he’s untrustworthy.”

“No, we’re acting like Lincoln was transferred to a different department 2 months ago because there was a message from the aliens that no one else could decypher,” Jaqui says, “You know, the one where it said that they will only speak to females. Hence the reason we’re here in the first place.”

“What? No. He left right before his birthday.”

“Which was?”

“….GODDAMMIT!!!!”

“How could you not realize this?!” Dani interjects,

“How was I supposed to know that the people relaying the message to me were wrong?!”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe asking?! Or at the very least checking the damn cargo?!”

“Ok, ok, let’s just cool it. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Yeah, it’s the edge,” Mandy jokes, earning a groan from everyone,

“Another one of those and you’re staying here,” I warn, “Now, with everything we know about extraterrestrial language and symbols, surely we can display one so that these guys will know that we’re peaceful.”

“Longshot, maybe ours can mean the same thing?” Jaqui suggests,

“Yes, Jaqui, a symbol from a species that they’ve never interacted with in the history of their lives would know exactly what their symbols mean.”

“I said it was a longshot. No need to be such a jerk about it.”

“Well, maybe it will work,” Dani chimes in, “We’ve only known that these guys were here for a year. Who knows how long they’ve actually been here? Maybe they’ve been watching us, studying us. It wouldn’t be so outlandish to pick up on our subliminals.”

“See?” Jaqui says, defensively,

Huh. That’s a good point. It would only make sense for that to be the case if they were here for that long.

“Oh, so it’s a good idea when she says it, but I’m the idiot for coming up with it?” Jaqui says in an annoyed tone,

“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused,

“What do you mean? I have ears, you know.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

Before she can say anything else, Mandy starts laughing, confusing us all.

“Dani, that was just mean,” she says through her laughter,

“What?” Dani questions,

“So you’re just gonna act like none of us heard you say that?”

“Say what?” Jaqui asks,

“Yeah, I didn’t hear anything,” I add on,

“Ok,” Mandy says, folding her arms, “Keep acting like you didn’t hear Dani calling Jaqui an actual idiot.”

“I think I would’ve heard that coming from lightfoot over here,” Jaqui says, bringing a hand to her hip, “Looks like you’ve been spending too much time with Justin and his herbs.”

“Woah, woah,” I intervene, “Now, that was just a low blow.”

“What do you mean?” Jaqui questions, “You mentioned it first.”

“I only said it as a joke. It’s not even confirmed he does anything yet. Plus, keep your voice down. They’re still listening in through the radio. I don’t wanna get him fired or something.”

“First, what moron couldn’t see that that guy clearly does shrooms? I’m pretty sure he’s safe. Todd does far more than that. Second, there’s no way you heard that. I was…thinking…about it…Oh.”

Yeah, it’s not hard to see what’s happening here. They’re making us read each other’s minds. So if they can do that, then maybe-…

“Alright, guys, I’m gonna try something,” I announce before closing my eyes and concentrating.

Um…Aliens! If you can hear me right now, and if you understand a single word I’m saying, just know that we are here with no ill intent! We’re only here to ask you some questions and research you and your kind! After that, we’ll be on our way! Please, give me a sign that you understand!

I open my eyes and…Nothing.

“Impeccable idea, captain,” Jaqui says in a snarky tone,

“Fuck off, crewmate,” I reply,

“What? It’s not my fault you’re acting like a su-”

“Finish that sentence and I’m punching you in the throat.”

She starts to say something else, but she’s interrupted as we all hear,

“Um…Attention, humans, we have provided your- uh…as you put it…your “spaceship” with a protective barrier filled with oxygen so that you will be able to breathe. We will now present you with a-…walkway? Ok, this has to be a joke. They cannot be this basic with their lexicon considering everything else…Ugh, fine. We will present you with a ‘walkway’ so that you have a way to cross over to our ship. Once you transfer here, we will be more than willing to answer any questions you have.”

I look over at Jaqui, who’s avoiding eye contact with me all of a sudden for some reason.

“What was that you were saying earlier?” I ask, taunting her,

“Fuck off,” she grumbles,

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

I turn back to the controls and open the door. Once it’s open, we gather at the exit, waiting for the bridge to be drawn out. Moments pass and we’re still waiting. Any moment now.

“Sorry,” we hear the same voice say, “I forgot to mention that the materials we have used for it were crafted by divine beings, so it is impossible to see with the naked eye. But I assure you, it is as sturdy as the floor of your ship.”

Because of course it is. Why wouldn’t I expect a ship to contain a transparent bridge that’ll carry me across the unforgiving nothingness of the cosmos? I look back at the girls and just as suspected, they’re not exactly willing to walk on this invisible walkway. Well, this is the joy of being the leader, I guess. I close my eyes and take a breath before bringing my foot forward. But before I can place it down, I instantly hear,

“WAIT!!! WAIT!!! NOT YET!!!….Ok, now, you can go.”

Alright, now I’m terrified. Was it not out before? What happened? Ok, you know what? Doesn’t matter. It was just a mistake. No such thing as the same mistake happening twice. Plus, with that happening, no way these wussies would dare take a step. And since we’ve gotta move at some point, I make another attempt at walking in space.

I place my foot down and, just as advertised, there’s most definitely a ground. I step forward, bringing my other foot on the surface. Same result. So I take a few steps, showing everyone that it’s perfectly safe in an attempt to ease their nerves.

I look back and Jaqui’s the first to follow behind, reluctantly placing her foot down on seemingly nothing. Once she ensures herself that she’s not gonna die, she joins alongside me, maneuvering to the aliens’ ship.

“You guys are insane,” Dani announces, “How do we know that they’re not just gonna make it disappear beneath us? Or if they’re just doing this with their mind and all it takes is the slightest distraction to make us float off? Or i-”

“Oh, just shut up and move,” Mandy interrupts, pushing her forward, making her whimper in fear.

As we traverse to the other ship, I start to feel…weird. Like half of my thoughts have just disappeared. My fear of falling off this bridge lightens up. My worries about what kind of aliens we’re dealing with are vanquished. The stresses of home are no more. It’s like with each step those thoughts just slipped out of my mind. And I can tell that the same effect is being had with everyone else. Jaqui’s walking more confidently, Mandy doesn’t have to push Dani anymore, and Dani herself isn’t whimpering like a little pussy. What exactly are we walking into?

We make it to the entrance of the ship, waiting for it to open. But instead, a speaker descends from the top of the ship all the way to our level. After moments of anticipation, we hear the voice we’ve been hearing this entire time saying,

“We cannot help but notice that your kind wear soft materials over your body. And to our understanding, being in the presence of those without these materials is uncomfortable and frowned upon in your culture. But in our own culture, expression of the body is the norm. So if you are uncomfortable with that, you can tell us now and we will accommodate you.”

“Aw, sweet,” Mandy says in a whispered excited tone, “So you’re saying I can look at nude bods for the next 6 months and not be reprimanded for it? Sign me the fuck up!”

I smack her on the back of her head before saying,

“We have no issues with it whatsoever. If it’s part of your culture, we will respect it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. There’s no objection on our end.”

The speaker then retracts back to the top of the ship as we continue waiting.

“Did you have to hit me so hard?” Mandy complains,

“Do you have to be such a horn dog?” I respond, “They’re living beings just like you and me, and should be treated as such. There’s more to life than ‘Looking at nude bods’. There’s actual brains and personality inside of those bodies. Maybe try gawking at those from time to time.”

“Oh, cut the crap. I don’t need to read your mind to know that you were thinking the same exact thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t lust after every attractive body I see.”

“So you’re telling me if I ask them what you were thi-”

“Oh, look, the door’s opening.”

Thankfully, as I say that, the door actually opens, giving us access to the inside. Thank you, divine extraterrestrial beings. We step inside of the ship with it closing behind us. We then start walking forward through a short narrow tunnel decorated with pictures of an interesting looking planet, a few monuments from Earth, and a framed “I ❤️ NY” shirt. We gaze and snicker respectively at the items as we head towards the nearby doorway.

After stepping through it, we’re introduced to a giant monitor projecting various parts of Earth, a glass-like window showing the wonders of space, and most notably of all, three people standing on elevated platforms in front of the controls, looking back at us, completely nude as advertised. I thought I’d be able to have more self control over my mind, but I can’t keep my eyes off of them. Especially the last one. She’s so cute.

They all appear to be human women, but with some very differing features. First, they all have different skin colors. The left is purple, the center is light blue, and the right is hot pink. Second, all three have different glowing white markings all over their bodies. They have three straight horizontal lines below each of their eyes and vertical lines on their arms and legs, but the purple one has various paint brush shaped markings on her torso, the light blue one has what appears to be clouds, and the pink one has hearts. And lastly, their ears are…pointed? Wait a minute, are they-

“Greetings humans,” the center one says, looking at a sheet of paper, “Welcome to our…‘humble abode’?…Hm. Ok. Um, per your culture, we are to formally introduce ourselves. You are welcome to include your last names, but our kind does not follow that tradition. Forgive me if I find that tradition a bit ridiculous.”

“Well, she sure isn’t afraid to speak her mind,” Jaqui whispers to me.

I nudge her arm before saying,

“It’s not a problem at all. As I’m sure you’re aware, there’s a lot about our kind that makes no sense. So I guess we should start, since we’re the guests. I’m Alexis Young. You can call me Alex for short. This is Jaqueline Lace. She also goes by Jaqui. This is Mandy Ridge. You can just call her Mandy. And this is Danielle Phinton. And you can just call her Dani.”

“Wait a minute,” the left one says, “Dani Phinton?”

“No relation,” Dani jokes,

“Interesting. We must talk more about that later.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Well, before that, we need to hold onto our end. My name is Xen.”

“I am Liy,” the center one says,

“And I am Val,” the last one says, bowing, “I am pleased to make your acquaintances.”

“Showoff,” Liy mocks,

“I fail to see how that could possibly be the case. I am just communicating with the humans in the manner that they are familiar with. I mean, it is what we were to study before coming here, was it not?”

“Well, pardon me for being too busy to comply with the assignment. I am the pilot. Do you think that I would have the time to fully digest the knowledge in that amount of time?”

“We had two centuries.”

“Irrelevant information.”

We snicker at their banter before Dani says,

“Well, for what it’s worth, you’re all pretty fluent in our language.”

“Why, thank you, Dani,” Liy says, “It is nice to have someone finally acknowledge my strengths for a change.”

“So are you just not going to be truthful and tell her about our technique?” Xen questions in a smug demeanor,

“Are you not supposed to be taking the vow of silence? Whatever happened to your interest in that?”

“That was before the humans appeared before us. It would just be rude to remain speechless in front of our guests, would it not?”

“You two have been observing the Earth far too much.”

Wow. Do we really have an impact on extraterrestrial life? And is this really the take away from our kind? I don’t know how to feel about that.

“What’s the technique?” Mandy questions through a chuckle,

“If either of you answer, there will be dire consequences,” Liy says, sternly.

Silence.

“We are speaking in our native tongue,” Val starts, earning a look of malous from Liy,

“Basically, whenever we speak in front of those of other species, our voices travel through the foreigner’s mind and their perception of what we say is seen to them as if we are speaking in their language of origin and vice versa,” Xen adds on, earning the same look from Liy,

“However, due to different dialects and context structures within different languages, studying such mannerisms is essential whenever interacting with others. Otherwise, we would be speaking utter nonsense.”

“And-

“She-”

“Is-”

“Apparently-”

“Too-”

“Lazy-”

“To-”

“Learn.”

“I do not much care for either of you right now,” Liy responds, “That isn’t even a part of the reason as to why I’ve chosen to neglect this particular language.”

“Wait, then why?” Jaqui questions, “Our language is probably the language that makes the most sense on our planet.”

“Read.”

“Ok, I see your point.”

“Honestly, the mere fact that you humans not only learn such a complex structure, but do so at such a young age, yet fail to grasp other basic aspects of the universe is somewhat admirable.”

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” Dani objects,

“Oh, was that last example not enough for you? Well, there is also your nonsensical rule of the letter ‘i’ coming before ‘e’ except when it appears after ‘c’ in your words, yet more of your words break that rule than follow it, your incessant need to add letters to words for no apparent reason, such as ‘pterodactyl’ or ‘opossum’ or ‘queue’ or ‘freight’, how words break the rules that they set, for example, the word ‘apart’ appears when things are separated, yet ‘a part’ means those brought together, and let us not forget how all some words need for there to be a completely different pronunciation is a single letter to be added. How does ‘though’ become ‘through’?! And why does that have the same pronunciation as ‘threw’?! How inebriated were your ancestors when conceiving these concepts?!”

“What she is trying to say is your language can be infuriating,” Xen says,

“That is quite the understatement, Xen,” Liy punctuates,

“Now, Lyi, I am always presenting you with a quote that might help you: ‘The English language may be difficult at first, but it can be mastered through tough thorough thought, though’.”

“It is times like these where you make me want to throw away your lunch.”

“But that would be very unkind of you, now would it?”

“That’s a pretty specific threat,” I say with a chuckle,

“Our species is incapable of violence, so that is basically all that she can threaten me with,” Xen explains, “As you all have noticed, your mood has become more tranquil upon nearing our ship. That is the effect of our presence. We are so passive, any being that comes within range of us instinctively becomes at least twenty percent more calm.”

“So, you’re all essentially walking bottles of melatonin?” Mandy questions,

“That would be an odd way of looking at it,” Val answers with an adorable giggle, “But if it helps to better your understanding, then yes.”

“Also, if it makes it easier for your minds, since all of you have been wondering the same thing since you saw us, after extensive research on them, I believe we are similar to the mythical creatures you call ‘elves’,” Xen says,

“Oh, God, thank you,” Mandy says, “That’s been bugging me.”

We all look at her, dumbfounded.

“What?” she says defensively, “You heard her. We were all thinking about it.”

We roll our eyes before turning our attention back to the others.

“So,” Liy starts, “It is our understanding that you had some questions for us?”

“Oh, right,” I say, getting my mind back on track, “Well, um, I guess a good place to start would be where you’re from.”

Liy tries to answer before Xen interrupts with a dramatic tone,

“We hail from a distant galaxy far far away! Our brethren are those who are referred to as Deinlites. We-”

“So that would be the answer to that,” Liy interrupts back, “Apologies for her ignorance. She is excessively fascinated in your…your…‘theatrical arts’.”

“I fail to see the reason behind your exasperated tone. Theater is an exemplary innovative art.”

“…Right. So next question.”

“How exactly were you able to go so far with your advances in technology?” Dani asks, “I can’t even tell what the material used in your ship is made of.”

“Oh, that I am afraid is a question we cannot answer.”

“Before you ask why,” Xen adds on, “Are you truly surprised that we refuse to give that kind of information to a species that is hellbent on accelerating their own extinction with each generation and always finds weird ways to fornicate with everything they see?”

We don’t even try to refute. They’re right.

“Alright, well, here’s something you might be able to answer,” Jaqui starts, “What made you choose Earth to study?”

“Oh, we are not studying you,” Liy answers, “Studying you would be too boring and dour. We tried it when we first got here. All we found out was that you humans really like destroying your own creations.”

“Umm, alright, so…no offense, but, why are you here?”

They look at each other before saying in unison,

“Because you humans are entertaining.”

“Your so called ‘memes’ are stellar, your shows, games, and movies are inspiring, your wide range of different cultures are very interesting, and some of your comedians are hilarious,” Xen explains,

“Also, your furry companions are endearing, your landmarks are breathtaking, and your music is ironically otherworldly,” Val adds,

“Not to mention your planet itself is interesting,” Liy continues, “It has its beautiful moments along with its chaotic ones. And the fact that both blend together so perfectly is nothing short of fascinating. You have natural disasters that ultimately create your remarkable scenery, you have the concept of death that looms over your minds, yet that only drives you to live out your passion, and you have your failures that inspire you to try again and succeed. You humans are quite the persistent organisms.”

“Wow, thanks,” Mandy replies, “That really means a lot.”

“No, no, thank you for the free entertainment,” Liy jokes,

“Oh, ‘Free entertainment’, huh? That’s gotta be nice.”

“It really is. Any other questions?”

“Uh, yeah,” Mandy says, “I hope this doesn’t seem rude, but what do the markings on your bodies mean?”

“Fret not, it is not rude at all,” Liy responds before bringing two of her fingers to the markings on her arms, “Think of the marks on our arms and legs as the veins that you have under yours. They are one of our many life sources, pumping various nutrients to every portion of our bodies. The brightness of our marks overall signify our health. The brighter they are, the healthier we are.”

“So does that mean that they become dimmer when you’re close to death?”

“Well, yes, but it has other meanings along with our decreasing life energy,” Xen informs, “It could also signify our decreased energy in general, such as if we are tired or fatigued. It may also symbolize when our mood changes. For instance, Val, would you like to inform the humans on the effects of your body markings?”

Val lets out a surprised gasp before turning away from us all. Then, after a moment, her markings gradually turn from white to yellow. Is…that her way of blushing?

“No, you are correct,” Xen continues, “It would be more effective to have a visual demonstration. Good thinking.”

Val immediately turns back to her, trying to voice her disapproval of Xen’s idea. But it’s too late. Xen brings a finger to the center of her stomach, pushing one of her hearts. The heart then immediately starts glowing, causing a light popping noise to sound before Val lets out the most adorable giggle I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Hmm,” Liy says, approaching the other side of Val, “Something tells me that the humans do not yet fully grasp what her markings do.”

“No, no, they do!” Val objects in her giggling fit,

“No, I do not think so, Val,” Xen disputes, “From what I can tell from reading their minds, they are still confused.”

“I have noticed the same thing, Xen,” Liy cosigns, “It would seem that further demonstrations need to take place.”

Before Val can disagree with the sentiments of her associates, they start their barrage of pokes on various points of her marks, laughing as they earn more adorable giggles as she pleads for them to stop.

“No, no, stop!” she says through giggles, “They get it! They get it! Please tell them you get it!”

“How wrong would it be to join in?” Mandy asks,

“Don’t you dare,” I reply with a smirk,

“What, are you telling me you’re not the least bit tempted to poke her little body? Or…Oooooh, I see. You’re picking your moment for yourself, aren’t you? Or are you thinking of sticking your fingers in another part of her body?”

“Mandy, are you ever not thinking of something lewd? Is there any moment in time where that’s not clouding your mind? Any at all?”

“I’m not hearing a ‘no’~”

“I’m not saying a ‘yes’~”

“You seem to forget that we’re in front of mind fucking reading aliens. Lying really isn’t an option for you right now.”

“Who says I’m lying?”

“My next question.”

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

Her smug smirk widens as I glare at her. And without turning away from me, she says,

“Hey, guys, I’ve got another question for ya. What’s Alex thinking right now?”

The commotion stops with Val trying to compose herself. After moments of silence aside from Val’s settling giggles, we hear Liy say,

“Oh, my.”

Xen then follows behind with,

“Uh-…You umm…It would probably be within your best interest if we did not tell you.”

“Oh, really?” Mandy questions, looking proud of herself,

“Yes, it is…not really…appropriate.”

“Ooo. Well, now I gotta know. Trust me, this wouldn’t be anything I haven’t heard before. Enlighten me. What’s in that dirty, dirty brain of hers?”

“Well, if you insist,” Liy says before clearing her throat and quoting, “‘Are you all aware of the time Mandy was caught by everyone at our base-…um…fornicating with a make-shift ‘hunk of a man named Fiago’ with rocket models shoved-…’ Please do not make me read anymore. I just feel…dirty.”

“Also, were the mental images really necessary?” Xen adds,

Mandy stands there, head tilted in embarrassment as her shame is now known to our hosts. I give her a smirk of my own, saying,

“Well, you were right. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before.”

“You know what?” she starts, “You’re not a nice person.”

“Yeah, whatever, kettle.”

“Anyways,” Jaqui says, grabbing both of our attention, “We’re also here to study you and your culture for a few months. So would there be a way for us to follow you to your home world?”

The three girls giggle to themselves before Liy says,

“What do you mean? You are already here.”

Confused, we look out the window and sure enough, they’re right. We’re no longer surrounded by stars and neighboring planets. We’re now on solid ground with a pink sky and surrounded by really weird looking bushes. What the hell? When did we move? When did we land?

“Humans,” Xen starts, gesturing to the wonderful view, “Welcome to Deinz! It is quite convenient, is it not? Along with mind reading, we also have the ability to transport back home if we stray too far. And we are able to transport back to our last coordinates. So once your research has been concluded, we shall bring you all back with no issues whatsoever.”

“Now, normally, we would be within bounds of our launchpad, but because of Liy’s inability to study, our landings are always randomized,” Val says, earning an agitated look from Liy,

“Must you take any and every opportunity to point out my flaws?” Liy huffs,

“Must you take any and every opportunity to make it easy for me?” Val responds with a smirk,

Liy grumbles in defeat as Val basks in her victory. Oh, she’s just a peach. These guys are certainly interesting. To think that they come to us for entertainment. But there’s a pretty obvious concern of mine looming about.

“Uh, what about our ship?” I ask,

“Oh, it is right out there,” Xen answers, pointing outside, “Not only can we teleport ourselves, we can also teleport any objects within range if we willed it.”

We look at the ground and, sure enough, there’s our ship, sitting right there in all its glory.

“Yes, your ship may be here, however, the reception could not carry over with it. We are five galaxies away from Earth, after all.”

“Five galaxies?!” all four of us say in unison,

“Worry not,” Liy assures, “Like Xen has informed you, when the time comes where you have all of the information you need, we will gladly teleport you back home. And we will continue watching your planet.”

“Well, that’s nice of you,” Mandy says, “And a bit creepy when you put it like that.”

The three girls chuckle as Xen pushes a button on their controls. Once she does, a buzz is heard throughout the ship before the side wall disconnects from the ship and slowly descends, forming steps as it gets lower to the ground. Aw, why can’t we have that technology? Once the wall makes contact with the ground, Xen gestures to the exit, saying,

“Shall we?”

We accept the invite, heading down the stairs and onto the foreign land. Right as my foot makes contact with the ground, I notice a few things about it: it’s so warm. And it’s so soft. It has the look of concrete but the consistency of grass. I then notice that there’s light increments of a fog-like substance low to the ground. I kneel down, getting a better view.

I lower my hand, getting a feel for it. Ok, this is strange. The fog is kinda cold, but the ground is warm. I love it. The contrast between the two oddly makes it work perfectly. It’s so…soothing.

“I see you find our halcyon mist interesting,” I hear, snapping me out of my trance, “It is essentially the source of our tranquil nature.”

I look up to see Val standing above me with her hands behind her back, beaming at me with her adorable smile. But while I’m trying to focus on her smile alone, my eyes can’t help but admire her gorgeous body, her wonderful c-cup chest, and her-…

“O-oh, really?” I say, snapping myself out of yet another trance, “Wow. That’s-that’s really cool. A planet with natural pacifying mist. That’s…that’s just…wow.”

Yeah. Of course. “That’s just wow”. Why not just go full on idiot and say, “DuRh yOu So PrEtTy HhEhe” while you’re at it? Dumbass brain.

“Quite the vocabulary you have there, Alex,” Jaqui taunts,

“You really want me to show you the extent of my vocabulary, Jaqui?” I reply,

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Val giggles at our exchange, making my heart melt. God, her voice is just so cute. And her laugh is just to die for. I could hear it all day. Xen then interrupts my thoughts, placing her arm around Val’s shoulders, making her markings turn yellow again.

“Well, how would you all like a tour of our world?”

We all voice our approval of the idea and we get started. We traverse the planet of Deinz, learning about the lore of the Deinlites and how they came to be. While they’re telling us about their cultures, origins, and miscellaneous information, we do our individual jobs and record everything we can. Dani’s in charge of notes, Jaqui’s in charge of video taping everything, I’m in charge of snapping photos of everything interesting, and Mandy’s in charge of collecting available artifacts.

As we travel around the world, we start to pick up on a few things: there’s not a single car or motor vehicle in sight, no one seems to be in any kind of a rush, no factories are present, the streets are clean, there aren’t any weapons, and there doesn’t seem to be any kind of government or authority figure. Plus, everyone we come into contact with is very inviting. Everyone. I mean, yeah, it’s because of the mist and I should know this, but it’s still such a nice change of pace.

But before we know it, night eventually falls. We decide to take a break from learning for the night, giving us time to review everything we’ve learned and seen. I’m not gonna lie, I definitely need this review. Half of the things that were said basically went over my head. I just couldn’t stop looking at Val. Her adorable face, her short light pink hair, her cute freckles on her upper lip, her perfect curvy body, the way the sun expanded on it by giving her a gorgeous gleam, she really is a sight for sore eyes. I even found myself drawing her, masking it as me putting my take on pictures I took.

“So, how do you feel about our planet thus far?” Liy questions,

“It’s amazing,” I reply,

“Nothing like I’ve ever seen,” Jaqui agrees,

“Loving it so far,” Dani piles on,

“It’s out of this world,” Mandy comments, earning looks of disdain from everyone, “I refuse to apologize for exercising my rights.”

“So anyway,” Liy continues, ignoring her, “I apologize, but none of us own any shelter. We have found it infinitely better to sleep outdoors and gaze at the stars. You are more than welcome to find a place to rest for the night. Your currency will be converted to ours, so that should not be a concern. Plus, the rest stops here are immensely affordable, so expenses should not really be a concern, either.”

“Nah, we’re fine,” Jaqui says, “It’s like we’re camping back at home. Nothing better than a huge canvas of nothing but stars. I just wish we could make s’mores.”

“If you insist.”

They make their own means for shelter as Mandy, Jaqui, Dani, and I go over everything we’ve learned so far and holy hell, was it a lot. I’m still trying to figure out their science. How is anything with our language confusing to Liy when almost everything about this planet just beats the ever living fuck out of all of Newton’s Laws? Sometimes pushing one way results in a 90 degree angle, carbon doesn’t make fire here, but water does, reflections don’t exist unless you move, inertia speeds you up, their planet doesn’t have a core, and for some reason, echos don’t exist.

But aside from their weird logic and physics that bully ours, their history and day of life is so intricate. Their ability to befriend other beings, not just in their solar systems, but within SEVERAL galaxies is unreal. What’s even more unbelievable is how they manage to develop cures for every last one of their diseases within months of learning about it. Not to mention the fact that they’ve managed to create an infinite food source, which is still racking my brain. And that’s not even a quarter of the things that Dani wrote.

This world is gonna take some getting used to. And we’ve just got a measly 6 months to not only grab this information, but to actually digest it and really learn about it. Is it gonna be enough? Probably not. But is it gonna get easier? Definitely not. But at least they’re better teachers than Earth’s, so that’s assuring.

Hours pass and everyone’s unconscious. But since I’m such a night owl and so determined to catch up on everything I’ve missed, I’m nowhere near tired. Plus, I have no idea how I could possibly sleep with this view. Due to our light waves being completely different from theirs, the night sky is a variety of colors instead of just black. There’s violet with a hint of blue, specks of green, and deep orange on the horizon. Not only that, but their luminous leaves and vibrant city lights inspired by Earth make the scenery so much better. It’s kinda like I’m back at home. But with their creative takes on it and the leaves dancing in the air, it gives the different atmosphere that demands appreciation from the viewer. And I will happily concede to those demands.

After reviewing everything, I just drop everything and lie back, drinking in the scenery. I take a breath, observing the beauty in front of me. It’s quite neat.

“Quite neat indeed,” I hear a familiar voice say, taking me off guard.

I turn to see Val, who’s lying right next to me on her stomach with her head in her hands, brightening my night with her signature smile.

“Jesus,” I announce with a chuckle, clutching my chest, “Someone should just put a bell on you.”

“I apologize for startling you. I am unable to sleep.”

“Why’s that?”

“I am just so thrilled to have outsiders not only visiting our planet, but also enjoying it. My heart will not stop racing.”

“Yeah, I guess it would be pretty sweet to have foreigners show interest in you and your culture.”

“It is.”

Moments go by of us staring into the beauty before us. She then breaks the silence with,

“So, Alex, I have a question for you now.”

“Go for it,” I reply,

“I have noticed that you have been constantly comparing your planet to ours and your comparisons with Earth have always been negative. Do you hate your planet?”

“That’s a good question. But the answer might just confuse you.”

“Why is that?”

“Ok, well, you remember how Liy said that Earth’s mixture of chaos and beauty is what keeps it interesting?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the way that I look at Earth is that exact same way. You can’t have chaos without beauty, you can’t have light without darkness, and you can’t have love without hate. With how the planet works, there’s a perfect balance of everything. For every meaningless war occuring due to leaders with a constant need to have a dick measuring match every five minutes, there’s a country willing to aid the damaged country in its time of need for the innocent. For every abusive relationship where one fears the other, there’s a relationship where both participants end every single day with a cuddle. For every idiot bitching and whining about the slightest thing and bringing our species backwards, there’s a kind-hearted soul doing things that push our species forward. For every Twilight series, there’s a Kung Fu Panda series. There’s always an opposite to everything, but the world makes it so that one never outweighs the other. For light to work, there needs to be something to light. And that’s where darkness comes in. The way I see it, there’s three ways of looking at it: you’re either seeing it through rose colored goggles and it’s glass half full, you see through blood-stained contacts and it’s glass half empty, or you just see it for what it is: a half cup of what the world has to offer. The comparisons that you saw were just my frustrations with the Earth and how easy it would be for all of negativity to be gone, but then realization set in about how impossible it would be to maintain it all if it were this positive. But that’s just my thoughts on it. Ask the other girls and they’re probably gonna say something completely different. And that’s the best part about Earth. Different perspectives can create such a different view of the same picture. Oh, sorry. I’ve just been rambling, haven’t I? A simple ‘no’ would’ve sufficed, wouldn’t it?”

“No, no, I do not mind at all. The entire point of a question is to have it answered, right? That actually kind of resonates with my views of Earth. The others and I constantly discuss things about the Earth and we always come to the same conclusion: it’s perfectly imperfect.”

“Well, I’m glad to be able to answer a question of yours for a change.”

We share a laugh before returning to the scenery. After a few moments, something that I’ve been wondering for a while suddenly pops up. And I need to know the answer or I’ll go insane.

“So speaking of questions being answered,” I start, “You got room for one more?”

“Always,” she replies,

“Your markings: were you guys born with those designs or do they just form after a certain point?”

“Well, we actually create our own designs. We also create the noise and the effects it can have once activated. It remains for a few years, then we create another whenever we desire if we so choose.”

“I see. Wait, so you actually wanted to be tickled?”

“It was-…as you would put it, a ‘drunken dare’. After a few generations of watching the Earth, we stepped down to obtain some of your alcohol. Soon after, your ancestors created the torture method of tickling. Now, with us not fully grasping that it was intended as a form of torture, it was brought up during a wager that you humans would just exterminate yourselves during that time. And clearly, I was wrong. But I got my revenge. Xen thought that you would not discover technology until the 25th century. And now, she has paint brushes that allow the activator to have her do anything they wish.”

That’s just hilarious. Even aliens aren’t exempt from the temptations of alcohol and dares. I laugh before saying,

“Woah, that’s hardcore.”

She joins in my laughter, saying,

“My intention was never particularly meant to be nefarious. In fact, it is the reason why we specifically requested qualified, mature, intelligent females. I just had her grab me some of your food.”

We share another laugh as I blush. She thinks I’m intelligent? Aww. But I guess we kinda missed the maturity mark with Mandy.

“Also, the effect of our markings are only as potent as the activator wishes. Which is why the level of torture was so grand earlier.”

Hm…interesting.

“So you’re saying that there’s a way to make it more pleasu- uh- I mean, pleasant for you?” I ask, fumbling the hell out of my words,

“Yes,” she answers, “It just requires a gentle touch instead of merciless pokes.”

Uh-huh. So she just needs a gentler touch is all? Well, with the assault that she endured earlier, surely she needs someone to alleviate that torment. I shift my body to face her, hesitantly raising my hand, saying,

“So-…So you mean if I just-…”

She grins, rolling over on her back, saying,

“Go on. I do not mind.”

That’s all I needed to hear. I bring my hand to the heart at the center of her belly, causing the markings to glow. This time, instead of a popping sound, it creates a humming sound as her body lightly vibrates. Val lightly giggles in response to my touch, looking me in the eyes. Don’tthinkabouthercutenessdon’tthinkabouthercutenessdon’tthinkabouthercutenessdon’tthinkabouthercuteness!

To keep my mind off of it and to hopefully dissuade her from reading my mind, I start circling my hand on her tummy. But the results of it are far different than I expected. Instead of giggling more, she…moans. I stop my hand movements and she stops giggling. This may not have been such a good idea. She then cements my thoughts of this being a bad idea with her markings turning from white to yellow. I remove my hand, relentlessly apologizing my ass off,

“O-oh my- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know th- it was an- I thou-”

“I-it- it is perfectly fine,” she profusely accepts, sitting up, “It was only an accident. You had no idea of knowing. I should have informed you better. Please, forgive me.”

“No, no, you did nothing wrong. There’s nothing to apologize for. I should’ve been thinking before I acted. It’s my fault. Touching you was a big mistake from the get go.”

“But…I-…I was not…opposed to your touch.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. Before I can say anything else, she says,

“Listen, the past is the past. It happened and now we can either dwell on it, or move past it.”

Ok, good. She’s not too disturbed by me practically molesting her.

“I agree,” I cosign, “There’s no point in putting energy in something we can’t control.”

“Exactly. So how about we pretend that that never took place?”

“You read my mind.”

We share a laugh before laying back down on the ground, simply enjoying each others’ company. But now it’s completely different. I swear, I can feel…something with her right next to me. Not only that, I swear, she just said something. But I couldn’t hear what. Which is impossible. She’s right next to me. Even the slightest whisper wouldn’t be that quiet.

I’m awoken by the rays of the sun beaming down on me. The more things change, the more they stay the same, I guess. And that expression is proven even more as, like usual, I’m the first one up. My crew is still snoring away and Xen and Liy are still in their tents. But something immediately catches my eye. Val’s tent is completely taken down. Sweet. Now I have someone to talk to. But where is she?

I survey the area, seeing if I can spot her or some clue to tell me where she went. That’s when I notice that the door on our ship is open. Putting two and two together, I head over to the ship to surprise the invader. But as I reach the doorway, I spot Val sitting down with a bunch of papers in her hands, giggling as she observes them. Wait a minute, is she…wearing my clothes? Yeah, that’s my avocado tank top and Hello Kitty shorts. I didn’t think she’d have any interest in wearing clothes. Oh, that’s just precious. They’re so loose on her. But something about those papers she’s laughing at catches my attention. OH, SHIT, MY DRAWINGS!!!

I rush inside, trying to think of something that seems believable.

“Oh, hey, there, Val,” I greet, grabbing her attention, “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, Alex,” she says before turning her attention back to the pictures.

Ok, something believable. Something believable. Alright, she doesn’t know that Dani can’t draw. Aaaand I just now remembered who the hell I’m thinking in front of. Please, don’t judge me.

“I would never dare dream of it,” she says with a chuckle.

I make my way over to her, sitting right next to her and saying,

“So what do you think? I didn’t make you look fat, did I?”

“No, no,” she giggles, “I really like it. You have a real talent for drawing.”

“Aww, well, aren’t you sweet?”

She looks at me, smirking and I smirk back at her. Wow, just look at those eyes. Just my luck that the greatest being I’ve ever encountered has my favorite color in their eyes. And it absolutely works with the rest of her. Emerald green and hot pink are a match made in heaven.

She gives me a room brightening smile as her markings turn violet, confusing me. Then, I remember what it means when her markings change color. So to stop things from being awkward again, I say,

“Uh-…shoot. I’m sorry, I-”

But she stops me, bringing her finger to my lips.

“I am not offended,” she assures, “For me, violet means that I am happy. Your words are making me feel good.”

Aww. Looks like my brain isn’t completely useless after all.

“Well, I’m glad I could make you so happy with just my words,” I say.

Her smile grows even larger as I return one of my own. My attention then turns to my clothes on her body, making me uncontrollably snicker.

“So,” I start, pinching the shoulder strap of my tank top, “What happened? You just got bored?”

“Oh, I am so sorry,” she says, “I should have asked for your permission beforehand. I just always wondered what human clothing felt like since it is regarded as such an integral part of your species. I have made attempts to wear some in the past, but Xen and Liy would bully me for my taste. Honestly, I fail to see the appeal.”

“It’s alright, but is there any particular reason they’re still attached to your person if it’s not appealing to you?”

She shrugs before saying,

“I just got lazy.”

We share a laugh at her comment, enjoying the mutual relatability of it. Then, I get a random thought. It’s a longshot that she’ll actually let me do it, but it’s worth a shot.

“So…” I start, trying to formulate the words I’m trying to say into a sentence without sounding pervy, “I mean-…You know-…If it’s just that uncomfortable for you…Do you want me to-…you know…help you?”

She gives me a look that I can’t quite pinpoint what it means. She then confuses me more as hermarkings turn…orange? Before I can even question her about it, she says,

“O-ok. I mean…only if you want to.”

Oh. Ok. Alright, then. Didn’t expect her to actually agree to that.

“Um, alright, then,” I say, standing up in front of her, “Well, for this to work, I’m gonna need you to lift up your arms.”

She does as instructed, raising her arms in the air. I then grab the bottom of the shirt, pulling it above her head, exposing her bare torso to the world once more. Also, revealing her-…chest…

“Um…what do I do now?” she asks, stopping my mind from being so enthralled on her,

“Oh, right,” I say, trying to push my lewd thoughts away, “Well, you don’t need to do much. I’ll just get you out of these.”

I kneel down in front of her, grabbing the waistband of the shorts and pulling them down her tender thighs as she lifts her legs to quicken the process. And there we go. She’s fully naked again. With me on my knees in front of her. With her legs spread apart from assisting in the removal process. Giving me a full view of her lower lips.

Before I can lose control of my mind and make her uncomfortable, I stand up, folding my shorts, saying,

“Alright…And…And there you go…Your body’s free, once again. Hehe.”

Silence. Shit, this just turned really awkward, didn’t it? She starts to say something, but we’re interrupted with Mandy practically screeching,

“WE’RE ABOUT TO BE ON THE ROAD AGAIN! MOVE YOUR ASSES!”

I swear to God I’m gonna kill her one day. I turn to Val and, unsurprisingly, she’s as yellow as a taxi. Definitely gonna end her existence at some point. But for now, we’ve got knowledge to cram. So I help Val to her feet before we both step out of the ship. She then turns to me, saying in a bashful tone,

“I should-…probably…um…check with the others to…see where we are going next.”

“Oh, sure-…sure,” I reply.

She gives me a small wave before heading to Xen and Liy, leaving me with my idiots.

“Ooooooooooo,” I hear the three say from behind me,

“Oh, shut up,” I say in response to their infantile behavior,

“Hey, don’t take your frustration out on us, you dog,” Jaqui says, putting her hand on her hip,

“Yeah,” Mandy chimes in, “Whatever happened to ‘looking beyond the body and studying what’s on the inside and gawk gawking the brain’ or whatever?”

“Oh, she’s studying Val on the inside, alright,” Dani adds, causing all three of them to laugh,

“You know, you’re all just a bunch of bitches,” I say back to them, turning away so they don’t see me blushing,

“Woah, do you kiss your Deinlite with that mouth?”

“Oh, haha,” I mock, turning back to them, “What about you? I see how you look at Xen. You wanna tell us what’s going on there?”

Now it’s her turn to blush, saying,

“I haven’t the slightest inkling as to what exactly you are referring to and frankly, I’m not too sure that I appreciate the insinuation.”

“Yeah, you mind saying that with her over here?”

“…I don’t need to take this abuse.”

She huffs away in a dramatic manner, leaving us to laugh at her instead. Good. Now I won’t be bullied throughout this entire trip. And I can actually get some work done.

3 months have passed and our knowledge on Deinz grows larger and larger. And as per our agreement, the incident with Val and I was never brought up or acknowledged. We’re just enjoying each other. It’s not awkward. It’s not forced. We’re really becoming quite close. Whenever she’s not quizzing me about Deinz, we’re just conversing about miscellaneous things about both of our planets. Our conversations range from silly subjects like what are the best animes and how many Deinlites would it take to purify the universe, to more serious things like death and the mind and our perception of how it works. She’s easily the smartest being I’ve ever met. I love picking her mind. I love being with her. I…I think I…like her a lot.

“Wake uuup~” I hear a soft voice say, “Come on, sleepyhead. It is time to wake up. Rise and shine. Wakey wakey and however the rest of that phrase goes.”

I arch my back, stretching as I awake from my slumber. But I’m immediately interrupted from my stretch as I soon notice something covering my eyes. What? What’s going on?

“Everyone, everyone, calm down,” I hear Liy saying, “You are in no danger. We just wanted to show you all the gratitude that you deserve for committing to our planet this much.”

“So,” Xen adds, “Using our knowledge that we have obtained from your planet when it comes to celebrating momentous occasions, we came up with the perfect means of celebration. We really wanted to make it count seeing as your time here is halfway over.”

“Now, as you all have probably deduced, you have been blindfolded,” Val says, “Keep those on, while we lead you to your surprise.”

Alright, then. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was an early bachelorette party. I stand on my feet, waiting for them to lead us to where we’re gonna go.

“Ok, you guys, over here,” Xen says from the left.

Alright, we’re gonna be following them. That’s new. So we follow her order, turning to the left and walking forward. After moments of going that direction, we hear Val on the right, saying,

“Alright, now this way.”

We turn right and follow. After a while of walking in various directions, I feel a wall in front of me. I feel for a way around it, eventually finding one. Then we hear,

“Ok, you can take off your blindfolds now.”

I bring my hands to my blindfold, removing it from my eyes. After they finally adjust to the light and overall consciousness, my mind immediately pauses. Before me is the greatest thing I could possibly encounter. Tables among tables of various alcoholic beverages. Wine, Tequila Sunrises, Screwdrivers, Margaritas, Long Islands galore. I’m…I’m home.

“Surprise!” the three angels behind us say in unison,

“We hope you enjoy,” Liy starts, “Obtaining this amount of alcohol was not easy.”

“Somehow, concocting the various recipes of these drinks was even harder,” Xen continues, “So we apologize if the quality is not to your standard.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Jaqui says, already finishing half of a bottle of wine, “This is already plenty. Plus, it’s impossible for anyone to make alcohol taste bad.”

“Debatable,” Dani objects, “And have you no shame? You couldn’t at least wait to see if they wanted any?”

“It is no trouble, really,” Val assures, “There is plenty for everyone. Help yourselves.”

“Well, yeah, but still, common courtesy, you know? Mandy, back me up here.”

“Hm?” Mandy replies, downing a Mai Tai.

Dani gives her a look of unamusement, making me laugh. I then turn my attention back to the platters of the cups of sunshine. Ok, with how much time has passed, I think it should be about 11:30 or something. A bit too early in some areas. However, with how time here works, I’m pretty sure it’s around two hours ahead. So I’m pretty sure just a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.

I grab a raspberry mimosa, bringing it to my nostrils to give it a whiff. Good Lord, that smells like joy. I give it a sip, immediately melting at the flavors. This tastes amazing. I bring the cup away from my lips, looking to admire the beautiful drink again. But for some reason, the cup’s empty. Ok, I guess I was thirstier than I thought. Alright, as long as I just remember to pace myself, I should be fine.

I grab a wine glass and open another bottle, filling the glass half way full of the red liquidy goodness. Hm. Ok, this cup isn’t nearly as big as the ones we use at home. So just a little more should be a good amount, right? Sure, what the hell. I fill up the cup a quarter more. Ok, that should be good. I take a small sip, savoring the taste of the simple, yet satisfying treat. God, that’s delicious. I place the glass down, discovering that, yet again, my cup is empty. Ok, ok, that’s enough. No more.

But of course, just as I say that, I spot my kryptonite: the coconutty pineappley goodness just sitting right in front of me. No. No. It’s just a drink. It should be here when I’m ready to have another one. Oh, who am I kidding? Mandy’s gonna inhale it long before I give it another look. No. She’s too preoccupied with the others to even look in this direction. Plus, with Dani nagging her, that should dissuade her from this direction. That Colada is mine. I just need to wait.

Hang on, where’d it go? I look around, trying to find it to no avail. I eventually glance at my hand, finding the glass of the island sexiness. Ok, just one more. Yeah. It’s not even that much. This shouldn’t really be that effective, should it? Plus, with how much time passed between me taking out my blindfold and now, it should be around 5:00 now, right? Yeah, sounds about right.

After a few more drinks, I feel myself getting a little buzzed. Ok, I’ve got to stop now. I would just die if my first time letting loose around a different species ended up with me making a fool out of myself. My drunken state is something I wouldn’t dare expose to my worst enemy. Mostly because I live with three of them and they’ll bully me forever. So to avoid further temptation, I walk over to the wall, waiting for myself to sober up.

After minutes of posting against the wall, Dani stumbles up to me, giggling with a bottle of wine in her hand. Fuck, I forgot how much of a lightweight she is. She trips over herself, spilling some wine on the ground. I catch her, saving her from falling.

“Whoopsie daisy,” she slurs before giggling more, “I alm- I just- d-I’m almo- dieded. Thaaaaaanks, frieeeend.”

“No problem, Dani,” I reply, laughing at her drunken state, “Just be careful, ok?”

“Nonononono. I mean it. If- if y- if- if y- i- if you weren’t here, I’d be doomed. Hehe. Dooooomed. Dooooooooooomed. Heh.”

“Happy to help. Now, what do you say about putting down the bottle, ok?”

“I’m DRUNK!”

“I can see that. So you wanna give me the bottle for a second?”

“Okay.”

She holds out the bottle…to the opposite side. I chuckle before reaching over and taking it out of her hand. She giggles again before saying,

“You’re such a nice lady. The world needs more nice ladies.”

“Thanks,” I reply, putting the bottle on the table, “I try.”

“Y-yeah. Tha- that’s why you’re such a nice lady. You know how to try. You’re the friend best, Alex.”

“You’re the friend best, too, Dani.”

“No, you are. You don’t understand. Dude, I frickin love you, man.”

“I frickin love you, too.”

I rub her head, consoling her as she sputters and slurs more empty nothingness.

“I take it you all are enjoying yourselves,” I hear Val’s voice say from beside me.

I look up to see her, standing over me with two steaming mugs.

“Eh, you could say that,” I say, looking down at Dani,

“YOU’RE the only one with the dildo in yer butt,” she blurts out, making us both laugh,

“She seems quite inebriated,” Val comments,

“Yeah, just a bit,” I reply, “I think I’m just gonna take her back to the ship so she can sleep it off. Tomorrow’s gonna be a bitch for her, though. You mind if we just stay behind and look after her? That hangover’s gonna hit her like a truck.”

“Not at all. Take all the time you need. Do you need assistance with bringing her back to your ship?”

“Yes, please. The less movement with her like this, the better.”

“Ok, I shall grab the others.”

“No, the other two can hold themselves better than we can. I swear, they could inhale this entire gathering of alcohol three times over and they’ll act like it was just a drop. I wouldn’t wanna ruin their fun.”

“Alright. Well, just grab onto my shoulder and I shall transport you to your ship.”

I do as instructed, helping Dani to her feet before bringing a hand to Val’s shoulder. And before my eyes, we go from the party all the way back to our ship. She helps me lead Dani inside and onto a chair as she continues her monologuing.

“Just a sec,” I say before heading to the control panel.

I input the commands for her bed to appear, which it does after I enter the codes. I then lift her up with the help of Val, lying her onto the bed.

“You’re both so great,” Dani slurs, “Such a great group of people. All fifteen of you. Heh. You’re in your own hair. Isn’t that cookies? Hehehe. No, not cookies. Cookie. I don’t know why I would say cookies.”

Val giggles at her utter nonsense, placing the mugs of what looks to be coffee down on the nightstand, saying,

“I do not understand.”

“She’s trying to say kooky,” I explain, “She learned it from a pretty old show and I guess it’s just resurfacing now.”

“You really know your way around a cookie, you cookie heads,” Dani sputters, earning more laughs from us both,

“Any way you could put her to sleep?” I ask Val, “Staying up like this isn’t really doing her any favors.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” she answers.

She brings her hands to Dani’s temples, closing her eyes as her markings lightly start glowing before saying,

“Shhhh. You must rest now.”

And within seconds, Dani’s eyes are closed shut with her lightly snoring soon after. Val then removes her hands from her head, lightly stepping away from her with me following behind. We stealthily make our way out of the ship and shut the door. Once we’re out, we quietly maneuver to the entrance of Val’s ship.

“Thank you so much,” I say as we step inside,

“Oh, it is no trouble, really,” Val replies, “You are the one who has done most of the work. She is very lucky to have such a considerate friend like you.”

“Well, it was your transportation that sped up the process. You shouldn’t down size your contributions. You’re too amazing for anything you do to be considered irrelevant.”

She turns her eyes away from me, biting her lower lip as her markings shift to yellow. I smirk at her demeanor, loving how absolutely cute she always is. Without thinking, I bring a hand to her cheek, grabbing her attention. As she looks me in the eyes, my mind endlessly wanders. I can’t think straight. My thoughts are moving a thousand miles a second.

Moments pass of being trapped in my own head as I stare at her beautiful face, feeling myself lose control with each passing second. Then, surprising both me and Val, I lean forward and plant a kiss right on her soft lips. A few seconds pass before I realize what the hell I’m doing and pull away.

Oh my God. Oh my God! Oh my God!!! What the hell did I just do?! Why did I do that?! Why did I think that that was ok?! Fuck! She’s gotta hate me now! Shit! I just ruined everything! Oh, God, I knew I shouldn’t have drank that much! Now we’re gonna get kicked out and we’re never gonna see them again! And it’s all my fault! It’s all my fu-

“Alex,” she says in her light voice, interrupting my thoughts, “It is alright. I am not mad. Not at all. In fact, I am quite relieved. I was beginning to think that the thoughts that you had about me were what you refer to as ‘intrusive thoughts’. But the fact that those thoughts are genuine makes me so…happy.”

She gives me a smirk, but it’s not like the other ones I’ve seen from her. This one’s different. The look she’s giving me is one I’d never expect her to even be able to know, let alone pull off. I then take notice of her breathing. It’s slightly heavier than before. And now, her markings are changing again. At first I don’t recognize the color, but only when it sets do I recognize it as a deep blue. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what this color means. She wants me to make her even happier.

She leans forward, planting a kiss of her own on my lips, taking me off guard. But I soon embrace it, reciprocating it as I bring my hands to her hips. I then push deeper into the kiss, earning a light moan to escape her lips. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to hear that sweet sound for so long. Ever since I first heard it, I could never stop thinking about it. Now I want more.

I tighten my grip on her hips before lifting her up. She makes a small sound of enjoyment of my sudden action, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pulling me even deeper in the kiss. I maneuver my hands from her hips to her back, both to add more support for her and to explore her small, soft, sexy body. I want her. I fucking want her so bad. She giggles before briefly breaking the kiss and leaning into my ear, whispering,

“If that is true, then walk into the room on your right and show me how much you ‘fucking want me’.”

God, it’s like she knows exactly how to turn me on. She then pulls me back in to kiss me as I follow her directions, stepping into the room to my right. Right as we pass through the doorway, she extends her leg, pushing the button to close the door with her foot. I then step towards her bed, turning and sitting down on it, having her straddle my lap. She brings her hands to my face, caressing it as we savor each other’s taste.

My hands then maneuver around her body, sliding from her back all the way to her toned little tummy. I then remember a very interesting detail about her belly. Let’s see if I can recreate that. I snake my hand to the center of her belly, slowly and gently circling it. And just like last time, her body lightly vibrates, her markings light up, expounding on the deep blue that they’ve turned to, and finally, she blesses my ear drums with a soft little moan. The greatest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

Still maintaining my circular motions on her tummy, I shift our positions, gently guiding her to the bed and lying her down as she keeps making her tiny moans, letting me know how good it makes her feel. I break the kiss to get a good look at her face. Just as I thought, she’s in pure bliss.

“You’re so sexy,” I say, grabbing her attention, “You like how I rub your little tummy like this? Feels good, huh?”

“Y-yes,” she moans, “I-I love it. P-please keep going. I-it feels so good.”

I chuckle at the neediness in her voice. She’s really enjoying herself. It just makes me wanna spoil her even more. I lean down to her neck, latching my mouth onto it and gently sucking on it, slightly taken aback at just how unbelievably sweet she is. She moans louder right as I make contact, arching her back and taking deep breaths. Seems like someone really liked that. I continue my actions, praising her neck and rubbing her tummy as she moans more and more, grabbing onto the bed sheets for dear life.

Her moans are turning me on even more. I can practically feel myself dripping. They’re also piquing my curiosity. If she’s like this just from me sucking on her neck, then what would happen if I did this?

After a few more seconds of treating her neck, I slither farther down her body, trailing kisses to her chest, taking her right nipple in my mouth and lightly sucking on it. This earns another moan from her right as I start sucking on her. This must be the very first time she’s done something like this. Am I really gonna be the very first being to have sex with her? Oh, that just makes this so much better.

I guide my hand from her stomach to her other breast, grabbing and squeezing it as I continue sucking on her. I then replace the former sensation with something even better, moving my knee up to her pussy and gently grinding against it. She shudders in response to my action, moaning even more. Fuck, she’s already so wet for me. She’s practically coated my knee with her arousal alone. Now I’m dying to taste her.

I pop her chest out of my mouth, looking right at her face as I descend her body, trailing kisses from her chest to her tummy. I kiss her right at the center of her marking before giving it a big lick, earning the same reactions I got from my hand. I then trail kisses from her tummy to her abdomen, stopping just above her pelvis before hooking my arms under her thighs. She lets out a small “Eep” as I pull her closer to me, making me chuckle at her reaction before sticking out my tongue and dragging it along her body all the way to her soaking wet pussy.

Right as I get the first taste of it, I’m already addicted to it. This is the sweetest taste that I’ve ever had on my tongue. I love it so much. She tastes so good. Everything about this girl is a treat.

I continue kissing and licking her sweet little pussy, earning moans and gasps in response, encouraging me to taste her more. I tighten my grip on her thighs, pushing her further into my face. She spreads her legs wider, giving me better access to her pussy.

After a few more minutes of light licking and kissing, I decide to go a bit further. I latch onto her cunt, making her moan even louder in ecstasy as I lightly suck on it. She grips tighter on the sheets, nearly pulling them off the bed as she tilts her head back.

Her voice, her actions, her taste, all of it is just driving me wild. I suck even harder on her, garnering more of every one of her perfect reactions. I feel her legs starting to shake in my arms as I eat her out. I take this as either the pleasure being so overwhelming to her or she’s about to cum. So I take my left hand from under her thigh and bring it to the entrance of her pussy, circling it with a finger before sliding it inside. She moans even louder as I slide my finger in and out of her tight little pussy, still sucking on her.

Within a few minutes of me fucking her with my finger, her markings start to change color again. They change from blue to red. No, green. Wait, now they’re gold. And now they’re pink. Now yellow. She moans louder and louder as her colors start changing faster and faster. So she is about to cum. I remove myself from her sex before moving up to fer face, deeply kissing her as I add another finger, curling them both.

After a few more moments of me fingering her, she lets out a loud moan into the kiss with her markings switching back to white, shining a bright light as she coats my fingers in her fluids. She rolls her hips, riding out the last of her orgasm as I slow down my fingers. She then lays limp on the bed and I break the kiss.

I look her in her eyes and she looks back into mine, catching her breath as her markings fade. My mind is completely blank. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I don’t know what I’m thinking right now. I just became part of an alien’s first time. And she liked it. Hell, she loved it. I loved it. I love her.

She gasps after that last thought, signaling to me that she heard it. No. That’s not gonna cut it. That’s not something to be heard in someone’s head. I caress her face, staring deep into her soul before saying,

“Val, I love you. So much.”

Her fading markings then shift to lime green as she smiles at me.

“I love you, too,” she replies with a small chuckle, “You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

We share another kiss with her turning our positions so that she’s on top of me. She then brings her hands to the bottom of my shirt, saying,

“There are two things that I have always wanted to try when it comes to this ritual.”

She pulls my shirt above my head. She then reaches behind me, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. She then leans down, planting a kiss on my lips before trailing kisses to my neck, making me moan as she brings her hands to my chest, toying with them as she worships my neck. She then starts sucking harder, elevating the pleasure for me as I finally get what she’s trying to do. After a few minutes of sucking on my neck, she finally releases me, giggling as she admires her work.

“There,” she says, “Now it is official that you are mine.”

I chuckle at her declaration, happily accepting it before saying,

“So if one thing you wanted to do was own me, what’s the other thing you wanted?”

“Oh, just this~”

She moves back, bringing her fingers to the hem of my shorts and panties and pulling them off of my body. She tosses my bottoms to the side, never breaking eye contact with me as she gives me a seductive look. She then moves back up close to me, bringing a hand to my pussy and gently rubbing it, making me lightly moan from her soft touch. After a few moments of rubbing it, she brings both of her hands behind her to balance herself. She then intertwines our legs, pressing our pussies against each other.

I lean forward, balancing myself on her leg as I grind against her. We both moan in tandem with each movement. Oh, God, I love this. I can’t believe I’ve never tried this position before.

She grinds harder against me, elevating the feeling for us both. I then pull her in for another kiss, speeding up my movements. She reciprocates the kiss, matching my pace as we both moan in each others’ mouths.

I then break the kiss, moving to her neck to return her previous favor. She moans louder as I ravish her neck. After a few moments, I release my mouth from her neck, looking at the hickey that matches mine.

“Now you-…belong to me,” I say in between moans, “You’re mine- ah…a-and I’m yours…Fuck…Now cement it for me-…Tel- oh, God…Tell me you love me. Say it. Let me hear it. I need it. Tell me you love me, baby- Yes!…Tell me.”

“I love you,” she obeys, “I-I love you so fucking much. Y-you are e- mgn! You are everything to me. I want you to be with me…Forever. Please say you will be with me…I wa-agn~…I want to be by your side…For the rest of our lives.”

I caress her face, giving her a grin, saying,

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here with you. I put that on my life.”

She embraces me in a hug as our movements get faster and harder. Within moments of our embrace, I take notice of her markings changing colors again, letting me know that she’s at her limit again. And I’m not too far away from mine either. So to do this right, to prove my words to be the truth, to absolutely give her no doubts whatsoever about what I just said and agreed to, I end the hug and look her directly in her eyes as our orgasms get closer and closer.

Her markings shift back to white and then get blindingly bright as we both let out a final moan, lightly spasming into each other as we release our fluids. I then lie down on the bed, pulling her down with me with her burrowing into my heaving chest as I catch my breath. Best. Day. Ever.

I don’t even know how much time has passed. Not since the party, not since us landing here, not even since I started going to school. I don’t even know how much time is passing right now. Seconds, minutes, hours, eons, no clue. And frankly, I couldn’t give less of a damn about it. With Val right here in my arms, I could die happy if this is how we spend the rest of our time living.

I hear her giggle, which is always welcome. I tilt my head down to her, saying,

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” she says teasingly, “It is just always nice to hear what you think about me.”

“You just love being in my head, don’t you?”

“Well, whenever I am not, I always am.”

“Smartass.”

“I learned from the best.”

We share a laugh as I bring my hand to her head, gently stroking her hair.

“You know what else is funny?” she says,

“What’s that?” I question,

“No matter how different you humans are, you have your habits that bring you all together. One of which being your incessant need to pet other organisms that you have strong feelings for.”

“Well, it’s not our fault that the things we decide to pet are so gosh darn cute.”

I give her a kiss on her head and she gives out a noise of approval. More time passes as we enjoy each others’ presence.

“Please say it again,” she suddenly says,

“Say what?” I ask.

She turns her head up to me, saying,

“Please say you will never leave me.”

I look her in the windows of her soul, saying,

“Val, you can rest assured that as long as I’m still around, I’m gonna be right with you. I put that on my life.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Alright, the 6 months are up and we’ve gathered all the information we could possibly need. Departure is always the hardest. Especially when you made a very strong commitment. But some commitments just outweigh all others. Sometimes, you just need to prioritize where you’re needed the most. Sure, that might involve tears to be shed from those you’ve formed a powerful bond with, but with time, they will come to understand your decision.

“So are you sure you know how to land the ship?” I ask Dani,

“Alex, I went to the same school you did,” Dani replies matter of factly, “Earth’s stupid, but it’s not stupid enough to have just one person who knows how to drive an intergalactic vehicle.”

“Just checking. I just wanna make sure you all get home safe.”

“Yes, mom,” Mandy replies, “You wanna check to see if we brought our lunch next?”

“I’m gonna miss you, too, Mandy.”

“Promise you’ll come to visit from time to time?” Jaqui questions

“Well, all my stuff’s still there, so yeah. Also, our internet’s stronger than yours, so if I even feel that any of my stuff ends up being sold, I’m blowing up Earth, myself.”

“No promises,” Mandy responds, “Ow! What the hell?”

“I’m not dying because of you, you jerk,” Jaqui says.

I laugh as they argue amongst themselves before interrupting them with,

“Alright, bye, guys. Happy landing.”

“Bye, Alex,” they all say back before going back to arguing.

I’m gonna miss those morons.

“You know I would have understood if you went back, right?” Val says, looking up at me as I rub her back, “Earth is your home, after all.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t have felt right,” I reply, “Plus, I’m kinda into not having to deal with Earth and its shenanigans for a while. Everyone needs a break, you know? And it just allows me to make good on my promise to you.”

“That is true, I suppose. But are you not afraid that your superiors will mistake your absence for being a prisoner?”

“Eh, I told them to say that I decided to gather some last minute information. Plus, if they don’t buy it, what are they gonna do? We don’t even have the resources to make it past Mars, let alone five galaxies. Trust me, we’re safe.”

“And you are certain that being without your clothing is not bothersome to you?”

“Absolutely. I’m perfectly content with following your customs. Plus, it’d be kinda unfair for me to see all of you and not return the favor.”

I kiss her little nose, continuing with,

“Don’t worry so much. I’m very comfortable with my choice. And everything’s taken care of. My people won’t come for me, I decided to lock away my clothes for the time being, and most importantly, I’ve got you with me.”

‘You never fail to flatter me, Alex,’ she thinks to herself,

“And you never fail to make it easy for me,” I reply, planting a kiss on her lips,

“Well, here is a challenge for you,” she says in a coy tone, “It will be about two hours until we make our return to Deinz. Let us see how much you can flatter me in that amount of time.”

“You’re on.”

We share a chuckle, embracing each other in a deep kiss.

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new roots

Pain in my legs woke me the next morning and I tried to fight to stay asleep but they just got to be too much and I finally set up and grabbed my pain killers and the bottle of water on my bedside table. Now that I was fully awake I got to my feet and barely managed to grab the table as my legs bowed. My crutches where sitting by the dresser and I used the table then the dresser for support until I finally managed to grab them.

I walked over to my bag and pulled out some clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. I had to sit on the toilet to get my pants on and each second that passed I started getting madder and madder. He beat me and raped me for two and a half years. He took my ability to have kids and now he took this too. I’ll be damn if he gets my life as well. Using the anger I got up and walked to the stairs and that was where I faltered.

I looked at the stairs all the way to the bottom and wonder how this was going to work. Get up them had been a bitch but getting down them was stupid without help and help came just as I realized that. “Need a hand?” I smiled as Mr. Clearwater grabbed my arm and started helping me down.

I did almost fall but his quick reflexes stopped me and held me until I had my balance. I thanked him both then and at the bottom. We walked into the kitchen and I stood out back and got my morning cigarette. I could tell that he wasn’t happy about me smoking but he didn’t try to stop me either. “Ashley got her shifts changed to afternoon so she will be picking you and Sherry up and dropping you off at school. I got the time to pick you guys up and get you home before I go back to work. Also we’re looking at a few houses after school.” He nodded towards my legs and I understand as I thought back to the stairs.

He left and Sherry got up at her usually time and ate breakfast. I was going over a folder that I got from the hospital looking for the paperwork that I needed to give to the school about my injuries. Sherry walked up beside me and started making sure she had everything and I ran my finger down from her ear to her shoulder. Then I kissed her cheek before she turned and I sealed my lips on hers. “Thanks for last night.” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against hers.

About that time a knock on the door told me that Ashley was there. She hugged me then Sherry and I made my way to the car. When we got to the school I saw a lot of the kids watching as Ashley helped me out of the car and Sherry handed me my crutches. They watched me all the way until I walked into the office. Miss. Phoenix was standing at the desk and she smiled when she saw us. “I’m glad you made it back to school Miss Miller.” I laid one of my crutches against the desk and took off my back to get the folder out when I felt a sharp pain shot up my right leg and it gave out. I lost my balance and both Sherry and Miss Phoenix caught me before I could hurt myself.

“Sorry I’m still not sure how to deal with this.” I said as I looked down at my feet. “Miss. Miller never apologize for have trouble. If you need anything to make it easy for you here please let me know.” I pulled out my folder and handed it to her. “The hospital told me to give this to you.” She took it and looked it over. “Well you good for all your classes and I make sure the teacher know that you have to take you medicine at these times.” I nodded and started to head to my locker.

“Hey girl I glad you back, so how long before you get off the crutches?” James said as he leaned up against the lockers. Sherry looked away and I lowered my eyes to the ground “Never.” He gasped and started trying to apologize but I just walked away as my mood dropped. It wasn’t the last time I was asked that until the news spread so by lunch every one was staring at me.

I was sitting on the low line wall out front waiting for Sherry to show when James took a seat beside me. When he opened his mouth I shook my head. “It’s ok it just hard to deal with and I acted like a bitch.” I said to him again I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Here, take this and I hope things work out for you.” I took the large bag of weed and slipped into my bag as Sherry walked up.

Mr. Clearwater pulled up and he helped me into his car. We spent most of the afternoon looking at the houses he had found and even bought one that we all like. I was quiet on the ride home and he asked what was wrong. “Sometimes I wish I had never been born, and sometimes I wish I had never invaded your lives. I mean you just got the house we are in now and you had to buy another just so I could get around and…” His hand over my mouth stopped me from finishing.

“First off I hope to never hear you say that first part again. I know that you have you problems and I know that you feel bad about them. Second I’m very glad that you invaded our lives because I got to know a very sweet and charming young girl who my daughter seem very fond of.”

I was laying in bed thinking while Sherry was in the shower about what happened today. The door to the bathroom opened and Sherry walked over and got in bed with me. When she went to curl up with me I pressed her until I had her on her back. “I think it my turn to make you feel something.” She smiled and I shifter to a position that allowed me to get at her.

I trailed my finger along her face and down her neck until I came to the valley between her breasts. I lightly rubbed my way over her shirt until I felt her harden nipples under it. I move down until I could work my hand under her shirt and returned to her soft breast. When I pinched her nipple she let out a soft moan and I smiled. As I played with her breasts her breathing pickup.

Then I worked my way down until I had my hand in her panties and laughed at how wet she was. She looked at me with a frown then I lightly twitted her clit and she shake. I keep working my hand and she started to trashed a little and moaning until I finally felt her climax and then she was rocking back and forth. When she finally calmed down I pulled my hand from her panties and with my eyes on her licked them clean. It was the first time every tasting a girl cum and it was sweet.

She smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. Do to how I was sitting I lose my balance but managed to shift so I landed alongside her laughing. I looked up at her and saw something in her eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was but it made me happy and I kissed her before laying my head on her shoulder and laying my arm across her stomach. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and soon we were asleep.

I was run in the woods then it hit me that I didn’t have my crutches and I was run, but here I was run and from the noises there was someone following me. Fearing it was Mike I took off as fast as I could and then he was in front of me holding a bat. I screamed but the bat smacked me in the face and I fell to the ground. I felt him push me over then I saw that he was naked and I tried to get away but the bat smacked me again and again. Then I felt him on top of me and I begged for him not to. He shoved his cock all the way into me and I screamed as he pumped over and over. He cum inside of me and got to his feet he pulled the bat back and right as it smacked my face I set up in bed in a cold sweat.

I felt sick and I got up to go to the bathroom but forgot about my legs and fall landing hard on my stomach. I almost threw up then but I managed to hold it but I was running out of time. I crawled across the floor and was about half-way there when I felt hands on my back and my over worked mind freaked thinking it was Mike. I screamed and fought trying to get away until I heard Mr. Clearwater’s voice.

“Becky it’s just me.” He must have seen that I was sick because he helped me to my feet as Sherry set up. He helped me to the toilet and I threw up over and over. When my last gag finished I leaned back against the bathtub and cried. He rubbed my shoulder tell me over and over it was ok. “I dream about him.” He pulled me until I was in his lap and he rocked me until I calmed down then he pushed me back until he could see my watery eyes. “He will never hurt you again.” His eyes where powerful and I nodded.

He pulled me to my feet and helped me back to bed. Sherry was watching me and I could see that her eyes were watery too so I know she heard what I had said. Once I was back in bed he left and Sherry rubbed my stomach. It felt nice but I was upset and ashamed. “I can’t even walk to the damn bathroom on my own.” I said loudly and I hoped Mr. Clearwater didn’t hear me. I was glad that he found me and helped me but it was just so damn embarrassing not to do it myself.

Sherry just rubbed my stomach and it wasn’t long before I was just tired and as if she could tell she curled up against me and was soon asleep. I laid there for a few more minutes and finally I fall asleep too. I didn’t have any more nightmares and I was glad it was Saturday. I got up early and once again staring at the stairs trying to decide if I could make it. “Nope” I said just as Mr. Clearwater came out of his room. Again he offered me himself for support and I made to the bottom without trouble.

While I got my morning cigarette the phone ringed and Mr. Clearwater answered it. He came out and I looked up at him. “My father wants to know if you and Sherry would like to go to his ranch for the weekend.” I thought about it and shook my head. “But Sherry should go she been such a good friend to me and I don’t want to causer her to miss out on some fun. Besides with the police outside I feel safer here then out in the world.” He held my eyes for a moment and I laughed. “I never told you how I prayed to survive when Mike showed up here. Trust me I don’t want to kill myself and give that bastard what he wants.” He nodded and went up stairs. He left shortly after that and Sherry came down stairs.

“I don’t want to go…” I put a finger to her lips and smiled. “Absents makes the heart grow fonder.” She smiled and I kissed her. “And don’t worry about me.” About an hour later Sherry grandfather arrived and he came in and talked with me for a few moments. When he saw my crutches he asked when I would be back on my own two feet so he could teach me to ride. “While that does sound fun there was too much damage to my back for me to ever walk without these again.” I said patting my crutches.

He frown and apologized and I nodded not sure why everyone want to apologize to me. Then they left and I had the house to myself. I got on the couch and pulled my legs up next to me. Even though I couldn’t pick them up like normal I really wasn’t that upset about it. I pulled the bag of weed James had given me and rolled a fatty and while I was puffing it I flipped on the TV. I must have fall asleep because my cell phone woke me. “Hello.” I said sleepily into it.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me bitch.” I laughed and I heard him groaning. It was the one sure fire way to get him mad. “Well let’s see I can’t have children because of you and now I can’t walk without crutches so no I don’t think I will ever forget you. Also with the police sitting right outside I don’t think I will see you anytime soon also.” I snapped the lid down and wait a second before opening it again and call my service provider. “Yes I just got a call from so one that is trying to scare me and wants to kill me is there any chance that I can get it so only numbers that are listed can call.”

They lady on the other end told me that it would take a few hours for the phone to get an update and then I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. “After him taking away my ability to have kids and making me need crutches for the rest of my life I not worried, I just hate him.” I hung up and threw my phone on the table only to grab it again as it started to ringing. “Hello.”

“Hi Becky I was wondering if you want to go shopping or something.” Ashley’s voice said. “Well I’m not in the mood to leave why don’t you grab some DVDs and a pizza and then we can have a girl’s night in. Mr. Clearwater at work and he don’t mind you coming over and I sure Sherry called you because I’m home alone.” I heard her mumble and know I was right. “And I would really like it anyway I need to talk to a woman about something.” There was a pause then her voice asked “why don’t you just ask Sherry, not that I mind talking with you.” I laughed and I was shocked at how much easier it was to do that. “I know you don’t and it about her so I can’t talk to her now can I.” She laughed too. “No I guess you can’t see you in about half an hour.”

When the doorbell ringed I walked over and opened and Ashley threw her arms around me and held me tight. Then she walked me over to the couch and she frowned as I pulled my legs alongside of me. “So do you want to watch a DVD first or do you want to talk.” I shifted until I was looking at her and took a moment to collect my thoughts. “I’m not sure if you know but Sherry and I are getting close, closer then friend. While we both got each other off with our hands I have been thinking of taking the next step with her. While I don’t feel like I am ready for that I think she is and I want to give that to her…and I not sure how to do that. I know the basics but I was wonder if you know more.”

She smiled and grabbed my hand. “First I’m glad that you are living a life again. I know how hard it was when I was young and I was afraid for you. While I have never been with a girl I am a girl so I guess the only thing you need to know is to watch and see if she likes it. While it is different than using your hand the basic areas are still the same. I guess what I am saying is while you do it watch her and when she likes what you doing continue and if she doesn’t then change it up until you find what she likes.”

I stared at her “what, no do this, then do that.” She laughed and patted my hand. “Well like guys girls like different things. While doing the same thing will mostly work it nice to find what you partner likes and do it.” I shook my head and smiled then a sharp pain shot up my leg and I grabbed it to stretch it out but the pain wouldn’t leave. “Shit my pills are in my room.” She jumped up and went up stairs and before long she was back with them. “You share a bed with Sherry.” She said with a playful smile. “Hey don’t knock it if you never tried it.” I said as I took my medicine and wait for the pain to ease up.

We spent most of the day watching movies until it was time for her to head to work. I had just managed to seat down with my legs alongside me when my phone went off. “Hello.”
“Hey Becky I’m just calling to let you know that I have to take on a few more hours so it will be late before I get home.” Mr. Clearwater said before asking me how I was and I told him that Ashley came over and then he hung up. I watched a few more shows on TV while I enjoy the time alone. I did miss Sherry but I was glad she was having fun.

A hand pressed over my mouth and I screamed but it wasn’t auditable. Mike cold eyes stared into mine and then I felt his fist bite into my side and I grunt in pain. He shoved me to the floor and I tried to crawl away while he laughed and stepped on my hand. “Remember what I said bitch.” I screamed for help but it never came. He kicked me until I rolled over then I felt him again on top of me. I slapped and spit but he pinned my arm above my head and then I felt it as he shoved hard into me. I cried as he was moving so fast in and out of me.

“Becky wake up, wake up” My eyes flew open and it was dark I felt hands on me and I shoved whoever it was away and fell to the floor. “Becky it just me, it just me.” I heard the words but I couldn’t understand them as I covered my head and scream for him to leave me alone. The lights come on and Mr. Clearwater pulled my hands from my face until I saw his face.

Tears ran down my face and he helped me up and to the couch. “I hate him I hate him I HATE HIMMMM!!!” He wrapped his arms around me just as the door open and two officer ran in. “It’s ok, it was just a nightmare your safe your safe.” He held me and the officer nodded and head back outside. “No it not, not with him still out there it will never be safe.” He held me until I finally stop crying. “Maybe we need to take you to a therapist again at least they may be able to help you sleep without nightmares”

“Maybe you’re right. I just hate that he can get to me even when he not here.” He rubbed my back. “You want me to help you up stairs?” I shook my head. “If it’s ok with you I think I just sleep down her tonight. That bed will be lonely without her and I hate those damn stairs.” He nodded then got up and left the room. When he came back he had a few pillows, blanket, and a quilt. He helped me to my feet and then he made a bed for me. “Oh while it on my mind the deal on the house just closed so we will be moving in a few days. That way you won’t be so embarrassed about need help even though we don’t mind helping you.” I nodded but didn’t say anything. “Also you have a Physical Therapist appointment at two on Monday and I got the time to take you. I going to pull Sherry out as well and drop her off here unless you don’t mind if she comes with us.”

“I don’t mind, it would be nice if they said I was getting better but I guess I going to have to accept this and find a way for it not to limit me much.” He helped me to lay back and even put my legs on the couch for me. “Sleep tight and I hope you don’t have any more dreams.” He kissed my forehead and I was shock. In all my life I could only remember my mom doing that.

I laid there for a few more minutes thinking about her. Wonder if she liked Sherry and how she felt about my legs and that fact I can’t have children. I could also easily hear her right now “don’t give in and never stop living.” That made me feel so stupid for trying to kill myself in the first place. I fall asleep and dream of my mom which I would take over Mike any day.

Sunday passed by and it was nice. Sherry got home just before dinner and we held each other on the couch long into the night. We both sleep on the couch and when morning came I was so happy not to have had another nightmare. When I got to school and was in my sit in first period class I was called to the office. When I got there the school counselor Mr. Thomas was waiting for me. He led me his office and told me to have a seat.

“Miss Miller I was hope we can talked about how you have been holding together lately.” I nodded. “How have you been handling you injuries to you back and legs?” I took a moment thinking then said “Well most of the time I alright but I do have my moment where I ashamed for need to have so much help or embarrassed because I can’t do some things.” He asked me like what. “Well the hardest thing I can think of is…” I looked down before finishing. “Need help get out of the tub. Most of the time Sherry there to help me but I just feel like I’m a burden to her and Mr. Clearwater.”

“How about with not being able to have kids, how does that make you feel?” I again took a moment before answering. “In the beginning I had trouble.” I held up one of my wrist for him to understand. “But now I know life not just about creating life for me. I had believed that because it was what my mother believed but after all this life is why I here.” He smiled then asked when I started believing that. “Right about the time the bat hit me the first time in the woods. So many things ran through my head but one thing stuck out to me and that was I want to live through this. Also it was when I realized if I took my own life I was giving Mike what he wanted and I’ll be damn before I do that.”

As I talked he wrote it all down in my file then his next question got to me. “How have you been sleeping?” When I didn’t say anything he looked at me. “Nightmares” I nodded and he leaned back in his chair. “Tell me about them.” So I told him about the dreams and how I would wake in a cold sweat and how I couldn’t get my mind to focus and how I was just so scared.

“Nightmares have a way of show us what really in our hearts. You act fine on the outside and you even convinced yourself of this but deep down I think you’re hiding how you really feel I would like for you to see someone about this.” I looked away knowing he was right but hated it none the less. We talked for a bit longer then I was allowed to head back to class.

At one both Sherry and I were called to the office for the day and Mr. Clearwater was talking with Mr. Thomas about getting me help and then we drove to my Physical Therapist office. There they had me do different things to help relieve some of the pain I was feeling. It left me in more pain but they said it would stop after awhile. Then a few days later we had the house pack up, well they had the house packed up while I set around watching feeling useless.

Then we were in the new house. Even though we had three rooms Sherry and I still shared a room. Sherry was talking to her father while I got ready for bed. I was sitting on the bed when she came in to get her things to change but I grabbed her hand pulling her to the bed and kissed her. Playful at first then slowly the kissing got more intense and I worked until I had her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I kissed down her chin to her neck until I kissed over her right nipple. She moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head holding me there.

I lightly bite down and flicked my tongue over it and she shivered. While I kissed, twirled, and sucked her nipple I ran my hands down her sides until I came to her pants and unbutton them and pulled the zipper down then slowly I slid my hand down her legs until the pants fall to the ground. I switched to her other nipple and lightly pressed my finger against her panties feeling how wet she was. I smiled and pulled back just enough “I guess you like this.” Then I went back to her nipple and I slid her panties down until they joined her pants.

I pulled back at this point and just stared at her gorgeous body. Her body was athletic with long auburn hair flowed down just above her c-cup breast, her stomach was flat and slightly muscularly and her pussy was shaved and even though it was my first time seeing another girl’s private area I felt drawn to her. I looked up in her eyes and could almost see the worry in them. I smiled and pulled her until she was lying on top of me and kiss her then slowly kissed my way to her ear. “Beautiful and elegant” I rolled until I was on my side and pushed until she was on her back and gave her a few more kiss before returning to her breasts.

I smiled inside know that Mr. Clearwater could easily hear in the next room as her moans got louder after I started trailing my way south. I kissed down her stomach until I was just there and I could see how much she wanted this, hell by this point I want to give it to her so badly that it was a battle to take it slow almost tormenting her. “Please I can’t wait anymore.” She whined and I chuckled and ran my tongue down her slit. She grabbed my hair and pushed me it her pussy and I got a moment when I remember Mike doing something similar. I closed my eyes and pushed the thought from my mind not letting him fuck this up for her.

I pulled back and I heard her groan in frustration but I smiled as my moved until I was lying between her legs. I looked up at her and saw the plea in her eyes. Then I lick her slit and twirled my tongue on her clit and she squealed and I thought she was cumming but she calm down and I did it again and got the same reaction. I worked my way down until I got my tongue between her lips and slowly started digging in and out of her hole. She was going mad and I know she was close. I then sucked her clit into my mouth and lightly bite down and then my face was cover in her juices as she exploded. I cleaned her juices up until she pushed my face away. “St…op…plea…se.” I laughed I pushed up until my mouth was on hers.

“I hope that was enjoyable for you.” I said as I rolled onto my back next to her. She was shaking and I smiled know I did that to her. She rolled over and was trying to get my shirt off when I grabbed her hand. “No I not ready for that yet but I want to do something really special for you. I know I haven’t known you long and all that but I really really like you. I love you in fact. You gave me something I never thought I would have and that was love and I am so happy that I found you when I did.” She smiled and kissed me then went to get up. “Where are you going?”

“I need to get dress for bed.” I smiled again and pulled her back. “You are.” Then I pulled my shirt and pants off. “And now I am too.” We wrapped our hands around each other and then fall into the best sleep I have ever gotten.

To Be Continued

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Once a week I have coffee with two of my girlfriends. Jill and Jan. There is always an exciting sexual vibe and undercurrent when we meet.

We always dress to impress and tease each other, heels, short skirts, no bras, hoping our nipples are obvious to each other. All of are just past forty and we invariably enjoy talking about our sex lives. That day we were discussing what our men do to pleasure us as foreplay. “What foreplay?.” Jill asked. “Wham bang, more like it. Though he is an exciting fuck.”

The other woman Jan, told us, “My man likes to watch me pee for him.” before he watches me shower. Reverse foreplay before he oils my naked body with special attention to my big ass.”

When it was my turn to tell them about the foreplay I like to receive I was determined to tease them, and myself. “I love to dress in something sexy for my man before he licks and teases me. Last Sunday afternoon we shaved each other’s pubes before we had a shower together.

“After we dried each other he watched me change into the outfit he had ***********ed for me. Less is more he told me as he helped me on with my heels and a sexy, black cup-less bra. Nothing else. I felt empowered as he worshiped my big ass while I stood naked in front of a mirror, his hands on my hips while he kissed and licked the cheeks of my big ass while I clenched my ass cheeks for him.

“When he turned me around to face the wall mirror, I could see his erection while I watched him licking me, my legs spread for him, his hands on my hips with the tip of his tongue on my clit. Then his tongue sliding along my cunt lips. I was so wet for him.

“He was talking to me all the time while he licked me. Asking me if I would like another man to watch him licking me. A stud, a young man with a huge, thick erection, bigger than him. So tempting I told him. I was close to my first climax when he asked, would you like one of your girlfriends to watch me giving you cunnilingus, fucking you with my tongue. Even better still, two of your girlfriends watching me give you some foreplay before they watch me fuck you?”

I had the full attention of my girlfriends while they anticipated the answer I gave to his question, ‘Two of your girlfriends watching me give you some foreplay before they watch me fuck you.’

“Before I could say, yes I would very much like two of my girlfriends to watch, I climaxed while fantasizing about two women watching me being sexually pleasured by my man.”

“Were the women naked,” one of the women asked as she held my hand, before we kissed, our tongues playing with each other’s tongue.

“Is that an invitation for us?,” the other woman asked, both of them with a hand on my knee.

I confirmed it was an invitation for my two girlfriends Jill and Jan. Something I had wanted for some time ,two of my girlfriends watching my man giving me some foreplay before they watched him fuck me.

My man Roger was rapt that night when I told him about my coffee meeting with Jill and Jan. Telling him what I had told the two women about our sex lives, and what I had organized. The way we made love that night, the way we fucked was incredibly intense. So good, both of us fantasizing about making love and fucking while two of my girlfriends watched, soon.

I am Sarah, in my early forties, a still attractive business professional of French descent, sexually sophisticated, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.

My body still attracts attention from both sexes, good legs and hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. My best feature to modestly paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it is my, ‘glorious, big ass’.

I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction and men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

I am to please and be pleased sexually. A man’s size is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I really do love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body for him. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me.

I was twenty years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, “I love being licked and teased.” Though it was almost twenty years later before a female licked me to orgasm.

It was a Friday night when we prepared for Jill and Jan, my two women friends, For days I had been reminding my man Roger I had invited two of my girlfriends around to meet him, something I had wanted to do for some time.

Reminding him what I had told the two women about our sex lives, and what I had organized. So good all week long while both of us fantasized about making love with lots of foreplay before we made love, fucked while two of my girlfriends watched.

I wanted the foreplay to commence as soon as my two girlfriends walked in the door, sexy foreplay to tease them as well as me. Telling Roger I wanted him to open the door for them, greet them and impress them wearing his low cut, skin tight jeans, so low his freshly shaved pubes were showing.

I wanted to be the center of attention for my two girlfriends, they had never seen my naked body, it is always so exciting for me showing my naked body to new men or women, hoping it will be a turn on for them. When I made my entrance in heels and my skimpy black chemise, I greeted the women by kissing both of them, then kissed Roger passionately, before they watched Roger remove my chemise.

My girlfriends watching him licking my nipples in my sexy, black cup-less bra. Kneeling behind me, hands on my hips, licking and kissing the cheeks of my big ass bulging out of my tiny black thong, worshiping my ass. Leaving wet marks on my ass where he licked it.

So pleased I was the centre of attention for my girlfriends. My bi-sexual side enjoying their obvious turn on and my own turn on. Teasing myself and them.

Roger turned me around, sliding my tiny black thong over my heels. Parting my legs for him, licking the insides of my thighs, before his tongue tip found my already wet clit.

I had one of my legs over his shoulder as he gave me cunnilingus, fucking me with his tongue. One of the women kissing me with her tongue, her hand on my ass.

The other woman sliding the zipper of Roger’s jeans down, teasing his erection and balls out. I hadn’t told them my man was well endowed with a thick, nine-inch erection, So pleased when I heard them mutter, “Oh wow, look at the size of his cock, he is huge.”

Wonderful foreplay, for me and my girlfriends. Watching me start to give him a head job as foreplay before he fucked me. What a fuck it was with two of my girlfriends watching.

The next time I saw my two girlfriends was a week later. This time they had told me they wanted to seduce me, give me bi-sexual, lesbian pleasure. When I told my man and asked if he would mind, he told me, “Fine by me. As long as you tell me about it in detail later that night while I fuck you.”

An exciting new challenge for me, telling my man in detail about my two lesbian lovers while he licked me, exquisite cunnilingus, before he fucked me. “When I arrived I was so horny for bi-sexual pleasure with another woman, two women, Jill and Jan, you know I hadn’t had a lesbian lover for weeks. They had a chair set up for me facing a wall length mirror.

“Tell me what you are going to do for me, do to me for my sexual pleasure?, I asked as they undressed me, lifting my skirt to slide my g-string over my heels. You know I like to ask that question before I have sex. Jill was licking me with my skirt above my waist while Jan and me kissed with our tongues.

“Lick and tease you Sarah, worship your beautiful big ass, just like your man did. Give you cunnilingus, tongue fuck you, bring you to a climax, with my lips and tongue, more than one climax.”

“Did they Sarah? Did they lick and tease you, worship your beautiful big ass, just like I did? Give you cunnilingus, tongue fuck you. Bring you to a climax, more than one climax. Just like I am going to do now, right now?”

“Yes, they did lick and tease me, worship my big ass. Bring me to a climax. Twice. I was fantasizing about you watching, masturbating for us. You had a huge hard on for the three of us.”

A week later Roger did have a huge hard on for the three of us. We had agreed on a four-way. Jan was to give me cunnilingus, a tongue fuck, while Jill gave Roger a head job, sucked his cock.

Roger and me were standing side by side, our backs to a wall, looking at our naked bodies in the wall mirror opposite. Such an exciting sexual vibe and undercurrent. As foreplay we had all kissed each other with our tongues, three sexy kissing combinations, sliding our fingers and hands all over each other’s naked bodies. A hung naked man and three naked women enhancing our visual foreplay.

Roger and me kissing with our tongues as Jill and Jan commenced pleasuring us. Watching each other being sexually pleasured by another woman. I was so wet for Jill with her tongue on my clit, on my cunt lips. Roger’s erection so big, so thick between Jan’s pursed lips.

Talking to each other while we built up to simultaneous orgasms from Jill and Jan; Kissing with our tongues as we orgasmed in sync, a hand on each other’s ass.

As is often the case after a four-way the best sex, the best fuck was the next day. Roger and me were in the bath together, not a word spoken, though we were both thinking about our four-way with Jill and Jan. Reliving it in our minds, reliving the simultaneous orgasms Jill and Jan had given us.

Holding each other’s gaze. Turning each other on with our eyes, kissing with our tongues, turning ourselves on with our fingers. Drying each other with a towel. Our fingers on each other’s sex. Enough foreplay. Bending me over the sink. Ramming his erection into me while grasping my big ass. Moaning to him, “Give it to me. All of it. Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt. Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

Looking forward to my next coffee meeting with Jill and Jan so I can tell them about the bath my man I had.

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I wrote this story around Christmas, inspired by the beautiful lights. I’ve always thought Christmas was both romantic and tragic for those who are lonely so I tried to capture both those themes. If you read it, I hope you enjoy it.

—She had a feeling. That by doing this, something would finally change.

Built on that house of cards called a premonition, Neon left her home on the evening of March 9th and tracing familiar steps, adventured to the heart of the city. Looking up at the night sky, blinded her; the moon in perigee trapped the Christmas-theme city in a silver moonbeam.

8:54 PM. The streets were crowded. Complicit in the shoulder-to-shoulder, shoe-stepping human contact, Neon blended in with the hustle and bustle. Spring was a few weeks away, the trees were still fast asleep. Lights adorned their branches dazzling the eye. Christmas jingles poured into the streets from loudspeakers on lamp posts. Enough hubbub and merriment to drown in—Neon stumbled through it all.

“Christmas City,” a fitting name, if ironic. Christianity itself had faded out of fashion ages ago, but someone in the City Arcology Plan adored the aesthetics of Christmas and decided to make an entire District with it. Atmospherically louder than a bomb whistling through the air, it was an otherwise quiet District.

Night was more active than the day. The young and the old milled about with no concern for appearances.

9:20 PM.

I’m earlier than I thought. Is she the sort to be there ten minutes early? Suppose I’m about to find out.

Neon took out her phone and searched her text messages. At the top of her inbox was a message with the subject “Re: Christmas and Chill?” The text itself had been delivered on behalf a web client; more a notification of a reply than a direct message. That was why there was no number or name in the sender box. The only explanation was to maintain a level of privacy for its users. The name of that app which held such a duplicitous intent was displayed as the Sender instead: Friend Ƶone. She opened the text to reconfirm the place and time of the meet-up.

[ Let’s meet in front of the Christmas Tree in Central Plaza tonight at 9:30. I’ll be wearing a silver coat, a striped wool hat, black skirt and leggings. Can’t miss me. ]

The de***********ion was fairly simplistic, but detailed enough. Neon swept her golden eye across the May-December couples and single men. A silver coat, and a striped hat. There was only one figure wearing that outfit and it didn’t belong to the slovenly, bald, fat man she’d been expecting.

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Earlier that night…

Yeah, it’s better if I don’t.

With that thought, Sea got off the train seven stops early. It just so happened to be the stop at Central Plaza. She lit a cigarette and imagined she could feel the nicotine spread a pleasantness through her body. It was more than those annoying Christmas songs she heard day-in, night-out.

I’m probably going to hear it from her again. She could already hear that nagging voice going on and on about how it’s not healthy and it stinks.

The conversations she’d been having with her wife had gotten robotic as of late. Was it because they’d known each other for so long? No, they’d just been having the same conversations on repeat for the last year and a half. An exchange of the bare minimum.

She’d gotten tired of those conversations. Tired of the silence in between. Walking out was a lot harder than coming home late, she’d learned. At first, a co-worker who was retiring was having a celebration. Then, someone had screwed up so she had to fix their mistake. The trains were delayed. Eventually, the excuses came more consistently than the trains and her wife gave up asking why she didn’t hail a cab.

The question for Sea, increasingly difficult to answer, then became, “Well, how should I kill the time?”

It became her routine, killing time after hours until she was sure the love of her life had fallen asleep.

What did we even talk about today? … I don’t even know. Did we?

A relationship on the rocks. A sham of a marriage. What kept Sea from admitting that outright was the explicit acknowledgment that her parents had been right: it was a mistake to have gotten married so young.

“Phooooo~” Exhaling a trail of smoke, Sea sat down on a random bench. The brightly lit city somehow seemed proportional to the darkness expanding in her heart. Brighter still were the seemingly endless couples out this late. In this town, that wasn’t especially strange.

The time was 8:45 PM. A cold blast of wind shaved away the number of couples. She heaved another smoke-laced sigh. A strange thought popped into her mind.

Her friend Mia had mentioned it in passing, a joke. An app that young people were using to hook-up these days. The mere thought of having an affair made her stomach twist into knots. She stared at the screen of her phone until it went dark. Then she stared at her pitiful reflection.

… There’s nothing wrong with checking it out, right?

Friend Ƶone. She searched that title and instantly found the app in question. She didn’t even bother looking at the reviews. With the press of a button, it was downloading. Five minutes later, it was successfully installed.

“W-Wow…” When the app finally loaded, Sea’s eyes bulged. The sheer number of posts was mind-boggling. And the next more so than the last was explicit in asking for sexual relationships. When she narrowed those results to just Christmas City, and was blown away by reality.

Just how many of these damn couples are formed on here? Most came with buzzwords like ‘generous’ and ‘support.’ She narrowed those results even further to just women looking for other women and finally those buzzwords and the sheer volume of noise became silent. The most recent post was about 18 hours old.

“Heh, I feel like such a minority.”

The contents aren’t so extreme here, though. Unlike on the general postings, the messages, once filtered to her tastes, were far more casual and didn’t use as many buzzwords. Before she knew it, Sea was browsing through the messages with the intent of maybe answering one. There was no longer a difference between her and the desperate people looking for comfort. She was desperate and she needed some comfort.

I just want someone to talk to… that’s all.

With that thought, Sea joined their ranks. Location, phone number, message, she filled in the required fields one by one.

“Subject… Christmas and Chill.”

Purposefully, she picked an eye-catching title like that that didn’t mesh at all with the content of the message she’d written.

I might find someone in the same position and ask for some advice… though judging from the activity, I doubt anyone will answer tonight.

“There.” She confirmed that her message had been posted and immediately closed the app. Her pulse hammered. Now all she had do was wait.

Two minutes passed, but to Sea, it felt like only a few seconds. Her phone dinged. A new message had come in from Friend Ƶone.

[ I saw your message on Friend Ƶone. If you’re still interested, can we get in touch? If you’d like to meet, what do you look like? And where can we meet? ]

Shit, is this really happening? Sea stared at the brief message, just 31 words that could change her life. Short of breath, she typed a reply.

[ Let’s meet in front of the Christmas Tree in Central Plaza tonight at 9:30. I’ll be wearing a silver coat, a striped wool hat, black skirt and leggings. Can’t miss me. ]

She hit send. No turning back now.

[ All right. I’ll see you there. ]

Sea took one final drag from her cigarette, then smothered it out on the bench and proceeded to the meeting place.

The Christmas-tree in Central Plaza. It was the first place that came to mind. There would be a lot of people there until around midnight. It was when she arrived that she’d forgotten to ask her respondent what they looked like or their name. The probability of some greasy fat man in drag showing up was the likely result.

9:21 PM.

“Hey.”

A beautiful voice and—a drop-dead girl. Dressed in a blue coat with a red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hands bound in red gloves. Long pink hair spilled down her waist and a shining, gold, left eye.

There’s no way anyone as hot as this is on a random app is there?? Was this even reality?

“It’s me,” said the girl. “We spoke on Friend Ƶone… right?”

“Ah, Y-yeah! I’m Sea, nice to meet you!” Before she could stop herself, Sea held out her hand. Handshakes were how she normally greeted new people at work. It was not the usual approach she went with when meeting someone casually. How embarrassing!

“Neon. And likewise.” The pink-haired girl shook her hand.

“…”

“…”

“Um…”

“So…”

“You first,” said Neon.

“Sorry, if you don’t mind me asking, but how old are you Neon? You seem really young.”

“I’m eighteen.”

“Okay… do you have any identification to prove that?”

Neon hesitated. Sea expected to hear some excuse like ‘I left it at home,’ but to her pleasant surprise, the girl produced a student ID card.

Sea looked over the ID and breathed a sigh of relief. Neon was not a high school student, but a Junior College student. What’s more, that school was a famous private elite girl’s academy. Impressed, Sea handed the ID back.

“What about you?”

Sea’s left ring finger burned under Neon’s gaze. “Yeah,” she said, “married.”

Sea showed her ID next. “I’m not in school anymore. I’m a twenty-eight year old working member of society.”

“… And married?”

“Hmmm…” The young girl tilted her head thoughtfully. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

“Huh? Oh, right…” She recalled, I did mention that I wanted to talk. “Mm, yeah, I guess. I bet you don’t want to hear someone bitch about their marriage though.”

“Hmmm, well, I don’t mind if you want to talk about it, but…” Another icy wind blew across the plaza. “Maybe we should talk somewhere warmer?”

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In a private room that smelled of vanilla, the sound of the door closing is the final leather strap that secures her to the execution gurney.

A leisure hotel. The kind of sketch place perfect for discretion. For example, married couples who couldn’t find any private time at home. For example, prostitution. A windowless building with only the sign outside, lit with neon lighting, advertising vacancy. A vague silhouette behind frosted glass accepted Sea’s payment and provided her with a key.

Blue light flooded the room. The wallpaper was decorated with an undersea theme. Tiny fish swam above head, darting through corals while bubbles floated to the ceiling. It was a relatively small room. Neon sat on the edge of the bed. So lightly, so careful, that its crease-less white sheet remained smooth. Blue pillows lined the head of the bed.

We haven’t talked. When I pointed this place, she followed me like a puppy. And again when I asked if there was a room she liked, she went ahead and picked this one on her own. Even now she’s glancing around the room nervously.

“You don’t have to be so nervous, Neon. Take off your coat at least,” said Sea putting on a relaxed front. She took off her silver coat and laid it on the back of a chair. Neon followed her lead and soon her mitts, coat and scarf covered the seat.

“What, is it your first time in a place like this?” Sea asked, teasingly.

“It is, yes,” Neon replied. “Do you… come here often?”

Sea chuckled. “No, I don’t come here often. Not anymore.”

It had been a few years since she’d been in a leisure hotel, Sea realized. Not since college. There hadn’t been a need to.

“Hmm… I see.”

Neon looked away as if disinterested. It took as much for Sea to realize that they’d actually been talking.

Wow. That happened so naturally I didn’t even notice it. Sea looks around the room for something—anything to talk about.

“Hey, they have a TV here. Is there anything you’d like to watch or listen to?”

That seems to catch Neon’s attention. “Is there a classical music channel?” she asks.

Classical music channel? “… I have no idea.” Doubtful, Sea turns on the TV. It had cable service, at least. She searched for a classical music channel…and found one. Pachelbel’s Canon eased into the background.

At once, Neon relaxed. Looking at her expression, and the romantic music made something in Sea flare up. Alone with a beautiful girl in a hotel room, evoked some feeling she’d forgotten existed.

While she wondered what that feeling could possibly be, Neon spoke.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” Since taking off her coat, actually since she stepped into the room Sea hadn’t sat down once. Neon casually pointed that out. “You don’t have to be so nervous.”

“Smartass. I was just making sure you were comfortable, but if that’s how it is…” Sea threw herself down right next to the young girl so close their knees touched. A space reserved for close friends—lovers, even.

What a grave mistake that was, she realized too late. Closer than she’d ever been, a few inches separated their faces. Her heart throbbed painfully. Its beating mixed with the gentle violin strings. Heat surged throughout her body.

Sea’s gaze fell to the young girl’s lips. All it would take was to lean forward. How she managed to pull herself back from that cliff was a mystery. She took a deep breath, her first in almost a minute.

“So, um, Neon—”

She started, but a hand on her cheek turned her head back and a moment later, something touched her lips. Sea’s vision was filled with pink, green, and gold, so she couldn’t say what that was. When she returned to her senses, Neon’s face dominates her worldview.

And just like that, the heat building within Sea went from piano to fortissimo. Searching for an escape, it settled on that place between her legs. There was only one way to cool that heat.

Sea pushed Neon down on the bed.

“Are we done talking then?”

The woman looked at the girl’s golden eye. What she saw: hesitation, embarrassment, expectation. In contrast to her mocking bravado.

She understood everything from just that reaction.

“You’ve never done this before before, have you?”

Neon deflected, “I believe we’ve covered that already.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

They kissed again. The boldness Neon showed disappeared like the noble gas.

Sea giggled. “What a pampered young lady. And here I thought all youngsters bloomed early these days. Someone as beautiful as you should have four or five fuck buddies.”

“I thought we were done talking…?”

Sea could resist tearing Neon’s clothes off; she couldn’t resist a third kiss.

The heat became intolerable. To vent it, she pressed her lips to the nape of Neon’s neck. The teen shivered. It was intense. “Just leave everything to me,” Sea whispered.

Under that carnivorous gaze, Neon was pinned to the bed. Chest to chest, they were practically glued together. Soon those beautifully manicured nails were pressing into her chest. When she finished lapping Neon’s neck, she sharply bit her ear drawing a small cry of protest.

“You can make that a little louder, can’t you?” Sea teased. She continued on, poking her tongue at the back of Neon’s ear. It was not anything like the frenzied licking of a dog. It was almost as unpleasant as a wet-willy. Another spasm contorted Neon’s body.

Her ears aren’t as sensitive as her neck, Sea quickly realized and changed tactics. She smooched the girls nape again. Her tongue slid from the crevice of her lips and crawled along Neon’s neck. Neon giggled. It was the closest thing to a smile the girl had shown all night.

“That’s a cute laugh. Let me hear some more.” Sea persisted in small circles, poking with the tip of her tongue until those giggles quieted to a heated breath. She took her time, her slow wiggling tongue delivered a sensation somewhere between ticklish and pleasure. It went on forever.

No, maybe it’s just long for me, Neon thought. Barely any time had passed in reality.

“You’re more sensitive than I thought.” Sea said this in a mischievous tone while her fingers felt around the bumps on Neon’s chest. Above the cloth, she found their exact position and started playing with them. No unsteady voice protested, not a gasp, nor a moan. She must be a reserved girl, Sea figured, but at least her body was pretty chatty. It was proof she was starting to relax a little. Perhaps she liked being teased?

“…I can tell how hard your nipples from above your shirt,” said Sea. “They’re practically begging me to play with them. Or,” she considered, “maybe they preferred to be bullied instead?”

“Who knows?” answered Neon.

Sea laughed and resumed her ministrations. As she wound those two little nobs up, an indescribable pleasure overcame Neon. She’d never payed much attention to them herself, discovering they were so sensitive came as a start.

“Look, you see how much they’re poking out through your shirt.”

Neon followed Sea’s gaze down. Just as the woman said, her nipples were showing themselves, pressing up through the fabric of her clothes.

“Let’s get this shirt off you—” thus saying, the older woman expertly helped Neon’s shirt off. “Hehe, let’s get rid of this too,” she added snapping free Neon’s bra as well.

Sea’s eyes bulged, she drooled, dripping saliva on the pair of breasts. Neon’s ample breasts. Larger than they had any reason to be, they held the power to drive men wild. The small, pink nubs in the center completely spellbound Sea.

“Well? Are you just going to stare at me?” they said. No, that was Neon. Her face blushed deep red, her voice quivered.

Delicious fruit, ripe for picking. Before she realized it, Sea was greedily sucking on those pink tips. She closed her lips on Neon’s left nipple, sealing it tight inside her mouth. Her tongue went to work, poking with the point of her tongue, tasting it with a flat lick and occasionally testing its firmness with a nibble.

Meanwhile, Neon’s normally cool, calm exterior begins to melt as Sea’s magic begins to take effect. Unbeknownst to Sea, her eye is gleaming strangely. With every minute that passes, her thoughts become more and more wild. I can feel Sea’s feelings passing into me, she thinks. To Neon, it’s as though she can feel Sea’s soul pouring into her. A sweet throbbing is the result, causing her legs to rub together.

Sea notices this. She’s almost ready, thinks the older woman. The hand teasing Neon’s right breast moves to the younger girl’s crotch. Beneath the skirt, leggings impede her way. But like with her shirt, Sea begins tracing her delicate fingers up and down Neon’s slit. Her hand easily slips inside and finds the small pearl at the top of Neon’s slit.

Neon’s hips lift, her body bends. The reaction, stronger than expected, throws Sea for a loop. She pauses.

“Hold on,” she says, “have you never touched yourself there before?”

“… I know what it is,” said the indignant Neon.

“Hehehe, good! ‘Cause even I’d be embarrassed to explain where all this wetness is coming from.” She withdrew her hands and though it was hard to see in the blue light, there was clearly a bit of moisture shining off her fingers.

“You don’t have to show me!”

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Sea whispers into Neon’s ear as she resumes stroking her secret spot.

Squish. Neon’s love juices soon overflow from her tunnel. Soaking her panties, it fills the room with a wet sound.

“What a naughty girl. Ufufu, your panties are sticking to my finger. Ahh, I can’t take it anymore! Here, let’s get undressed!”

Sex. Neon understood what was implied to come after that. Sex. There is an uncomfortable weight in that word. Facing a strong headwind, she stops in her tracks even as Sea strips right in front of her.

I don’t think I could ever be that bold, thinks Neon. She took off her lingerie, revealing her beautiful, bare skin. Her matured body’s ample curves had a bewitching quality. The difference between being a ‘woman’ and a ‘young lady’ was probably somewhere in the bravery it took to show your everything to another person. The confidence to put yourself out there to be either rejected or accepted… I can do it too.

In an art room, surrounded by a half-dozen strangers with paintbrushes…may have been too much. But in the privacy of one room, with only one person, for Neon that was much more manageable. With a deep breath, she raises her hips and slides out of her remaining clothes. Her naturally athletic figure featured a nicely sculpted waist and long legs.

Sea gracefully laid down on the bed and wormed up to Neon. “All right, just relax… lift your hips a little.”

“Like this?”

“Mmhm, just like that… our pussies are touching. Can you feel it?”

There is something unmistakably hot crushing her between her legs. Looking down from above, Sea holds Neon’s legs for support while she rocks her waist back and forth. For all her best efforts thus far, Neon can’t help but to raise her voice. She moans, urging Sea to continue.

It is unbelievably hot watching Neon become strangled with lust, but Sea also couldn’t ignore the girl’s breasts. She stops grinding her hips and sliders her fingers up towards Neon’s breasts.

“Hahaha… you really do loving having your breasts fondled don’t you?” There’s a strange lilt in her voice that wasn’t there a minute ago. “Looks like just having them played with isn’t enough for you anymore, is it?”

“I’m…not sure what you want me to say…”

Neon’s flustered expression is a bigger turn on than any response she could ever get. Sea begins to grind her crotch against Neon’s with greater strength. Neon starts to grind her pelvis as well, wanting to be more than just on the receiving end.

“That’s it Neon… ahh, you’re really good at this. How does it feel? Huh?”

“… It feels good.”

“Haha it feels good… because you’re dripping wet.

Squish! Squish! Squish! Neon feels something drip down her but. Is that me? she thinks. Or is it Sea? Neon’s and Sea’s love juices mix together, soaking them both. A musky smell saturates the air as wet, squishy sounds echo through the room.

Sea can feel her climax rapidly approaching and wonders what the hell is going on? Already? It’s never felt this good before!

Neon as well, her head was already starting to feel funny, like her consciousness was about to be blasted away.

“Sea…! Hold on… something’s….happening!”

Hearing her name made Sea only grind her hips harder. She’d crossed the point of no return.

“Go ahead and come! Just go ahead! I…I’m going to come too! Neon!”

A familiar wave of pleasure washed over Sea. Except this time it was a tidal wave and it crashed into her, tossing her into convulsions. Beneath her, Neon trembled, her eyes shut. Sparks flew in her vision, then all she saw was a time was white.

Gasping for breath, Sea rolled off and laid down besides Neon. “I’ve never come that quick before,” she says then looks over at Neon who just managed to open her eyes. “How about you? How are you feeling?”

“I…don’t know,” she answers.

“For a first timer, you were pretty cute,” Sea says, but her refreshing smile doesn’t bring any comfort to Neon. As the intense pleasure fades and clarity returns to her mind, it is replaced by an equally powerful feeling of shame and guilt.

Well. I did it. I had sex with a stranger. An older woman who’s married at that. Someone I’ve only known for an hour. She raises her arm and stares at the back of her hand.

“…I don’t feel all that different,” she remarks.

Different from what? There’s a mysterious expression on Neon. “Do you regret it?” asks Sea.

“I’m past regrets,” is Neon’s answer.

“All right then.” Her tone turns Neon’s head. “I didn’t think you’d be into it.”

“Why?”

“You were kind of quiet all night. I was sure your nerves were going to get the best of you and you’d bail at the last second. Or… maybe I was hoping you would.”

“That’s…kind of surprising.”

“Why is that surprising?”

“I don’t know I just… kind of had this idea that you…”

“That I what?” Sea guesses what Neon is hinting at, so there’s exasperation in her voice.

Catching on to that much, Neon completes her thought. “… That you do this sort of thing a lot.”

Even though I told you before I don’t do this kind of thing a lot. No, I said I didn’t come to hotels a lot.

Somewhere along the way, Sea realizes, there had been some miscommunication.

“Listen, I don’t know what sort of impression I gave you, but I’m not some habitual cheater. This is the first time I’ve had sex with someone other than my wife. While I’m married.”

I do flirt a lot though. Flirting doesn’t count as cheating, does it?

Neon’s response is an incredulous “Huh. I thought everyone on that app was, like, a habitual user or something.”

“It’s mostly used for prostitution,” Sea says. “I’d never used it before, but it’s pretty obviously either that or scams. I’m shocked you didn’t know that.”

“I didn’t really think about it. I mean, I’d already thought about it a lot by that point. Once I decided I was going to do it, I just typed something and posted it.”

Yeah, that’s what I mean. Regardless of the content, most of the posts are pretty much like advertisements. Some clever line, a phone number, an emote or two…something that gives it ‘flair.’ Neon’s message was just a few lines of text.

“Why did you post that tonight? Like, why are you here and not home studying or hanging out with friends?”

Ah, dammit. Why did I ask that? I don’t care about her personal life.

But Neon, naive to the social etiquette of a hook-up, thought seriously on the question. Her golden eye stared at the ceiling. “That…” was not an easy thing to put into words. She’d spent several days mulling it over before making her decision, after all. “I don’t know if I had a reason in the end. My thinking was I wanted to change something about myself. My life is pretty boring. Wake up, go to school, come home and repeat. That monotonous ‘narrative’ of my life, I wanted to do something out of character. I heard some people in school talking about that app and for some reason it stuck with me.”

“So in other words,” Sea’s lips stretch into a wide grin. “You thought getting laid would make you feel better?”

“At least it sounds better in my head.” Neon shrugs. She turns her head, casting her golden gaze on Sea. “What about you? Why did you post that message?”

Sea sighs, “You don’t know really know why Friend Ƶone exists do you?”

“No, I get it,” says Neon. “I’m not supposed to ask, I know. Two strangers meet up, have sex, and go home. No strings attached. No messy feelings.” Without those ‘conditions’ she doubted she’d have taken the risk with the app in the first place. “If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to.”

After sex, there are two types of people. There are those who fall asleep right away and those who become rather chatty. Neon is the latter type, Sea discovers. She’s not all too thrilled about it.

She’s not supposed to be, anyway. There is something about Neon. The sweet tones of her melodic voice is like audible chocolate. Her openness is caused by her innocence. In any woman or man she’d inspire a slimy, grotesque covetousness. Sea is no different. So as to escape those feelings, Sea starts talking.

“… Nah, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like it’s some secret. I didn’t want to go home. I usually hang out with my co-workers, but everyone was busy today. I needed time to kill until my wife fell asleep so I decided to look through that app. I’ve never cheated on her before, didn’t really plan to either. Most of the posts are men looking to sleep with women or prostitutes. It was enough to turn me off, but…well, I saw an empty little post begging for attention and clicked on it and here we are.”

“So, in other words… It’s my fault you’re having an affair now?”

An affair. Cheating. For some reason, the weight of those words were incredibly light on Sea’s conscience. If she found out… would she cry? I, we took vows saying we’d love each other forever. If I’m not still in love with her… do I at least have love for her?

Sea questioned her heart, but there was no answer.

“Disappointed?”

“Not exactly.” Neon rolls onto her side and closes her eyes. “I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. If I did, I can’t say I’m open-minded enough to accept them sleeping with someone else.”

‘But’ she says as she moves closer. Close enough to drop her head on Sea’s shoulder. “I don’t hate this either,” she says while her eyes drift close. “So I guess I’m also disappointed in myself. Just a little.”

Just like that? She’s able to accept her hypocrisy just like that? And feel only ‘a little’ disappointment?

In contrast, Sea is disgusted.

She’s disgusted with how naturally, her arm moves to support the head on her shoulder.

She’s disgusted with how greedy she is to devour Neon’s lips.

And most of all, she’s disgusted with how happy it makes her. It’s so damn fulfilling, it’s not until they’re both out of breath and on the verge on suffocating that they part their lips.

“… D-Do you want to do it again?” asks Neon.

It’s a question that didn’t require an answer. In the end, they extended their stay overnight.

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This is a continuing story about a young white girls travels as a white slave to black men

White Slavery or is it Really

Part 8

Addie upon returning to her dorm was surprised to see that Lane was still up, she was setting on the bed stark ass naked! and was casually playing with herself. She then asked her how things had gone with the mistress?, knowing full well, what had happened! This was followed by her asking, Addie would you , please come over here I have something I want to show you….., and would you take a close look, “at her very wet pussy” saying that this, would be another part of her initiation! Addie was on her knees now, and innocently staring closely at Lanes pussy wondering what it was she was suppose to be looking for? When Lane grabbed her head, and forced her lips onto a very wet clit!. Addie did not resist, and now, new exactly what Lane wanted, easily starting to give her pleasure, Lane almost immediately orgasmed, and with no regard what so ever for Addie as she held her helplessly tight and let her suck!.After which Lane was barely able to ask if Addie was ready for the second part of her initiation into the special girls club, Addie had not expected this? Lane said, take off all your clothes and put on those red hi heels you like so much. Addie was tired and had hesitated thinking it was late, and had started to object, when Lane said okay,… I thought you wanted to be in the club, and you told me you would do anything?.

Addie with a long sigh, slowly started taking off her clothes, and having a chance to wear these new heels and exotic underwear was quite appealing as they made her feel so grown up and sexy compared to her black plain school shoes. In only minutes she was standing there nude in only her belt stocking and heels, Lane then put a paper bag over her head! Several of the other girls walked in as Lane told Addie to put her hands up, and hold them above her head until they were done with her!. The other girls had brought body paint that Lane had asked them to bring. She had taken a black magic marker, and had first carefully outlined, around Addie’s breasts and then around her pubic area, and bottom which was to look like a halter top and short shorts, the girls had mixed up, and were now starting to paint the areas in between the outlines with a pink grease type body paint. This was suppose to make her look like she was wearing something?. However the results although pink, did contrast with Addie’s very white skin and had almost the opposite effect in that it dramatically accented her breasts, nipples and very round bottom as well as her slit clit and pubic area! But in a much more grotesque, and vulgar way.

Lane had told Addie to lower her hands hands, and had tied them tightly behind her back followed by helping her out out of their room, down the hall and to the back stairs, the girls had a car ready that was parked in back of the dorm. They helped her into the back and as the car drove off Lane was telling Addie that this was one of several requirements that she would have to perform in order to get into the secret girls club.

Adanna was starting to get into this, nude tied an with a blindfold thing, and was something she really liked. The moistness of the earlier experience with the head mistress, and then Lane was starting to return with anticipation, and uncertainty as only a young horny girl like her could have, Addie was now quite excited with the prospects. Lane was telling her that she was going to have to walk through the entire length of Connetquot State park with her hands tied behind her back at 1.00 AM in the morning, dressed in only heels stockings garter belt and pink body paint!. Addie thought naively, this requirement seemed simple, as who would be out at this late hour? But the thought of someone actually seeing her naked was also quite deliciously appealing? Addie had never been here or any other place on Long Island, and had only seen the countryside from a car window in route from the city to their new home near Rivehead.

The car had finally pulled to a stop in one of the parking areas of the park, Addie was helped out, and was lead over to one of the paths. Before the sack covering her head and eyes was removed Lane had deviously pulled her first this way, and that, followed by turning her around, and around several times so as to totally confuse her.

Lane then removed the paper sack saying to Addie to stay on the main path, and to not go down any of the others! Because if she did there was the possibility of running into drug dealers as well as other unsavory people and things that usually occurred at this late hour. Especially on many of these out of the way paths that branched off from the main one, and that if she stumbled into a drug deal with her hands tied behind her back, well all sorts of dreadful things might easily happen to her!….
Lane patted Addie on her pink bottom and pushed her off down the path saying they would pick her up in the parking lot at the other end of the park!.

It was a warm summer evening and the moon had not yet broken through the scattered clouds, Adanna was uncertain as to what was, and what was not, the main path as the moon finally broke through the last remaining clouds leaving the area quite bright, at first it was quiet. The park at one time had been a very pleasant place as did many parks in these small communities, but over the last dozen years, had become a place where all sorts of illicit things had occured, especially in the middle of the night!.

So far it had been quiet and she had passed no one. As Addie walked along the path only the clicking of her new hi heels could be heard on the pavement, thinking to herself that this was going to be easy, she had come to a point where the path separated in two different directions, and was uncertain, as to which one to take? Then taking the one she thought was right?. She heard something rustle in the bushes some distance away and then saw something move in them!…. At first scared her not knowing what it was, when she finally saw it was only a dog, had started to relax, but as the dog got closer she again, became frightened! Not only was the dog coming directly towards her! He was a very large male black Lab with a shiny coat that reflected in the moon light, and she could see as he came closer the dog had a very large penis, and that this very aroused animal cock was wagging back and forth as the dog walked up to her!..

Apparently this dog had been drawn by the smell of her very wet bare pussy, the dog after sniffing her crotch immediately started licking her slit concentrating on her very wet erect clitoris, Addie had never experienced anything like this, she had never really thought about animals? But his rough, raspy, and very wet warm tongue had produced in her, an unstoppable “ trembling orgasm”!!..OMG! .This, barely left her able to stand. She had tried to shoo the dog away but with her hands bound behind her back, along with the fact she had just climaxed had only increased the dogs ardent interest in her genitals, the results of which had made him lick at this most succulent unprotected spot, even more aggressively.!

Addie was still trembling, and trying to back away from the dog, and not to make any noise when she heard the dogs owner, call out, “Brutus”, get over here, and leave the lady alone! But Brutus was having none of this, and continued to lap at her cunt with even more determination than ever. As the owner of the dog came closer, Adanna was uncertain as to what she should do?.

The owner was a big scary looking black man! Well over 6′ tall he had grabbed Brutus’s collar and was trying to pull him away, when her started to notice in the bright moon light that Addie was really naked, and Brutus had licked all of the pink body paint from around her cunt clit, and pubic area! This at first made it look like someone had ripped the crotch right out of her pink short shorts!.

He looked at her closer, and then noticed her hands were tied behind her back, he had a look of wonder and lust that crossed his face all at the same time? Followed by a big grin, that showed a toothless smile, he cautiously looked around asking if she was alone, and was she alright and who had done this to her?. Addie for once in her life, quickly said that she was just fine, and was only trying to satisfy a risky school girl dare and prank! By walking through the park nude, painted with her hands tied behind her back at 1.00 AM in the morning. He again looked around cautiously still not quite believing her?

Brutus was now having a fit and was still trying to lap and lick her now even more dripping and juicy cunt, the owner of the dog gave one of Addie’s nipples a painful pinch making sure that it was indeed pink paint she yelped in pain as he pushed her off the path into the grass and down onto her knees, at the same time he unzipped his pants. Addie was on her knees when he produced a big black cock… So you like “Dare’s”, do you!, he said with another toothless grin, I dare you to suck on this!. Addie had never sucked a cock or anything like this, as she timidly stuck her tongue out, and touched the very tip!. He was holding onto the dogs collar with one hand, and with the other grabbed her blond hair, forcing her mouth over, and onto his big hard cock, after having the head mistress do almost the same thing several hours earlier, this seemed almost natural!.
She almost gagged at first, but as she got the hang of doing so, and with her new found on the job training, was not only getting better, she was even starting to enjoy the abused helplessness face fucking and the situation she was experiencing. It only took several minutes before a most forcefully stored up jezzim of a cum load shot off, and again this too almost gagged her! While holding her head tight, he said, Blondie you suck it all down now, ya hear!.

With him now spent, and gobs of thick cum dripping off her lips, he said honey child if I didn’t have Ole Brutus with me, you would be having yo blond headed brains fucked out of yo pretty Lil head right now! But, Brutus, here he’s my best buddy, so am going to lets him poke’s you! first! Then going on to say, Ole Brutus here he ain’t never had no white pussy before. Eluding to the fact that Brutus had in the past apparetly fucked some black women! So with Addie now on her knees, the dog had sensed her helpless vulnerability and gone from aggressively trying to lick Addie’s snatch to aggressively trying to mount her!. The dog was trying, unsuccessfully to poke the big red knotty end of his doggy dick into her pink little pussy! This old black guy was on his knees holding her face and shoulders down forcefully against the grass leaving her bare bottom in the air at just the perfect height for the dog!. Just when Addie had resigned herself to the fact that her first sexual fucking experience was going to be with a dog! And with his front legs now wrapped around her middle and him lustfully nipping at her neck she felt the head of his big dogie dick getting closer and closer to her youthful helpless opening! The silence of this and her fate was quickly shattered by the sound of Police cars that had turned onto the park road with sirens blaring, and lights flashing!. They drove down the road right next to the park. This had scared the old man, who had jumped up letting Addie go, and had quickly started dragging the dog off down the path and into the woods! The animal was still yapping, and pulling hard on his leash, was not happy and certainly did not want to leave this opportunity!.

Adanna could not believe her luck and was slowly able to get up! The cop cars had driven right by the park and kept going, not slowing down at all, apparently in pursuit of something else? She was thinking the old black guy had not been to smart, as he could easily have tied the dog to a nearby tree, and then done what ever he wanted to her and let the dog do the same!…Her heart was still pounding and as it slowed down she started fantasizing again as she as she once again was able to continued along the path. What would it have been like, to have been a young white slave girl that had black male master, and that he not only was going to sexually abuse her, she was also going to mated to a big dog?. She had not known, just how close she had come, to this fantasy coming true, and that her first time would have been with either a dog or an old black man?. The thought of this, along with the tongue licking the dog had given her, had only added to the wetness that was again starting to seep from her bare well licked pussy, and was slowly starting to make its way along with the pink grease paint down the inside of her bare thighs. She had not gone far when she heard voices arguing, she could barely hear the words, drugs, and money and was now sure she had taken the wrong path.

Addie had turned around and was almost to the other path when two young black boys on bikes, pedaled by at first giving her a casual look . She was now on the correct path, and had gone some distance when she heard the two boys again on the bikes return! They were now racing to catch her, she had tried to run as best she could with her hands behind her back and in heels! She was almost to the parking lot when the first boy caught up to her quickly followed by the second, they had both jumped off their bikes, throwing them down! She felt one of them grab her as the other one tried to pull off her pink top only to discover that it was only grease paint covering her breasts! He was amazed by this and hesitated? His hands then went directly for her crotch, then the young man who was holding her forced her down on her knees, and the other still in wonder with his fingers covered with pink grease paint unzipped his pants and forced a young black and very hard cock into Addie’s mouth! He may have been young and inexperienced, but had easily started face fucking her with youthful abandon! In hardly less than a minute he could not help, but to squirt off! For Adanna being naked and helplessly on her knees, and having to suck another black cock although a young one left her heart pounding again and seemed to make her only want this more! Her wishes were granted when the boys switched! It was only several more minutes when Lane, and the other girls raced their car into the parking lot, flashing their lights off, and on while honking the horn!. The two boys at first did not know what to do! Not at all sure who it was, as they two had heard the sirens, released his grip, and was pushing her lovely lips away just as his cock ejaculated! The boys then ran off into the bushes! Lane and the other girls had helped Addie up and quickly pulled her into the car. As they drove off the two young bikers had come out of the bushes and were grumbling to themselves at their lost opportunity.

The next day Addie had been late for class. She had gotten back to the dorms very late, and Lane had done nothing to help her! Addie had such a hard time washing not only the marking pen, and pink body paint off. She also had a harder time getting the residual dried gooey cum that had dripped all over her from not only the head mistress, but also from the old black guy, his dog and these two young black boys!. As Addie walked in her hair was still wet, she was greeted by the head mistress, who said quite loudly not only to her but to everyone else in class, not only are you late, but you are dressed inappropriately, as in her haste she had put on the wrong colored sweater. The mistress said with a sadistic grin, all those demerits you worked off last night, are all back plus, I just added a few more!…

With this class on black African history well under way, the head mistress was ranting about the fact that all the young white girls attending this class, could not possibly know or understand anything about what these young black female slaves had endured. Calling them soft white rich bitches that had every thing given to them, and that they, would never have been able to withstand the torture and abuse that these poor black girls had unwillingly been subjected to!.
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The head mistress with a very cold expression of disgust would look directly at Adanna every time she would say, “poor black girls”,” had to endure”, “the brutality of it all”, and in such a way that seemed to be blaming all that had happened only on Adanna, who, in her naivety was almost in tears and taking everyone of these comments personally. If this was not bad enough the mistress had gotten slides made detailing the abuse that had been inflicted on these young women! As the slides were shown, Adanna had wondered how the mistress had gotten these pictures as many of them were the same as those she had seen in the attic? Apparently there were more of these hideous pictures around than just the ones in the trunk!. Not only this, they had been enlarged showing in detail, the many cases, of abuse and torture that had been painfully applied to their nipples cunts, and clits along with the brutal beatings! The use of some very large black cocks that had been forced on them by big black male slaves along with animals mostly donkey’s were also used in order to really stretch their tight young pussy’s.

Every time the mistress would click the slide projector and show these details, she would look right at Adanna when she talked about guilt, and abuse!. This had only added to her already tremendous guilt, and the wonder? How would she ever be able to pay back for the sins, of those who had done these horrible things to these young black women! Especially adding to this were the thoughts and feelings of what her grand parents, and great grand parents had done!.

She certainly had guilt, but with it came very erotic feelings along with her almost constantly imagining that she was one of these girls, and that she, was the one who was now being abused, and that instead of them, it was her, who’s nipples, and clit along with a very large “black’”cock or some gigantic animal was being used to forcefully rape her! These thoughts had brought a number of mini orgasms just thinking about them, not only in the past, but now in class, she was so aroused by these thoughts that her eyes had briefly glazed over.

These perverse delicious thoughts were abruptly interrupted as she was suddenly brought back to reality!..The head mistress was in her face again yelling that she should pay better attention, and that she had added more demerits!. Adanna was setting there embarrassingly crimson as the class was dismissed, she was afraid to get up as her panties were now soaked from these previous lewd thoughts and mini orgasms, if she got up now, everyone would know and be able to see the large wet spot she would have left behind on the light colored fabric of her desk chair!.

After setting there until everyone had left trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Addie was carefully getting up when the head mistress smiled at the sight of the wet seat! She then told her there was one other thing?. All of the young women at the college including her were required to attend the once a month Dinner Dance and Elegant Ball held in the nearby all male Military Academy. When she had registered for college with Sam, this small bit of information had went right over Adanna’s head unnoticed, but was now fast approaching this coming weekend. The mistress asked, did she have a date?.

The Military Academy was actually an all black high school that equaled, Freshmen Sophomore, Junior and Senior levels of education and all the young black men were cadets. The Commandant of the Academy had served in Viet Nam as well as the first gulf war with distinction, and because he was a graduate of West Point and had majored in academia was more than qualified to not only administer, but also to teach. What was of most interest to any woman that had met him and to many of the young women at the college, was the fact he was also a very handsome eligible bachelor! He had been sought after by numerous women, as somewhat of a prize, and in particular a number of well to do white women that belonged to the local Country Club! They had invited him to personally attend many of the clubs elaborate social functions. Many had doted over him and some had even propositioned him, rumor had it, that he did enjoyed more than just their company!.

When Addie returned to her dorm room , and had asked Lane about the dance, and how was she ever going to get a date as she did not know any of the cadets?. Lane in one of her more friendlier moods said not to worry that she knew and had dated many of the cadets and would see to it that she had a date.. After which she went on to explained that the Commandant, and the head mistress wanted to ensure that both the young black cadets, and these young white women needed to be fully integrated. So that the true spirit of blacks, and whites intermingling in this way would be realized, and that these meetings of two ethnic cultures would be accomplished for education as well as social and societal purposes. But Lane in a candid moment, had smiled devilishly telling Addie that this was all a bunch of Bull Shit! That most of the young women attending the College were there for only one reason, and that was their interest in the young black men that attended the nearby Military Academy.

Further, she went on to say, that most of these young white women had a yen for black, and that this was a way to ensure it would happen in a more respectable and responsible way, as opposed to other, more hidden back room adventures that occurred with many black men, and white women even in today’s society. She then asked Addie, didn’t you see all the pictures of the girls with the young black men in the head mistress private quarters?

Addie now embarrassed and with a “very red face” slowly said yes, also saying, but those were not the only pictures I saw!.. Lane told her not to worry, just about every girl at the college had, at one time or another been in the head mistress’s private quarters naked, and that it was just another thing they willingly put up with that allowed them the opportunity to spend time with these eligible young black men!. Lane also went on to say that ,..she had the hots for the Commandant, and that she, along with several of the older women that sponsored many of these girls to attend the college had also been trying to catch his attention. Lane at 22 was one of the oldest students and was still there using the excuse of an advanced degree in order to have access to the Commandant!. Addie had been some what shocked by Lanes explanation, but even as naive she was, the picture of white women being sexually submissive to black men was starting to become more that just an appealing coincidence!

Adanna had now opened up to Lane telling her about this unrelenting guilt she had, and did not know how she was ever going to get rid herself of it? Further going on to blurt out that her grandparents, and to a greater extent her great grandparents had been involved in some illicit female black slave trading. Lane was now the one to be shocked!. But then thought after hearing Addie’s explanation, that she might be able to use this information and Addie guilt, to her advantage and possibly help put her in a more favorable position, with the handsome black Commandant.

Lane told Addie that she had set up another of several things, that would be required for her initiation into the secret girls club, and that she should get ready for one of them later this evening!.. Lane had deviously thought that she could use Addie and this new found information and guilt to help perk the Commandants Interest in her! She had heard rumors that the Commandant had a thing for white women in general and young white girls in particular.

Lane had told Addie to go take a shower, and to be ready the minute it got dark. Addie was drying off, when Lane said put on your new stockings, garter belt, and red high heel shoes. These were some of the things she had bought in the city and had so far not been able to wear, and that this would be all she would need!.

Addie was surprised that she would be able to wear some of the exotic things she had bought at the risqué store in the city, and was quite pleased to show off these sexy under garments. She was starting to feel more like an attractive young woman, as she put on some bright red lip gloss, rather than an awkward young school girl.

With Addie now dressed in this skimpy attire it really made her look, and feel erotically hot, and sexy. Lane then put on a tight fitting blindfold that covered her eyes. She then said to Addie as she tied her hands behind her back, and led her out of dorm room, down the hall, and to the back stairs. Addie, Lane said, tonight I have a special surprise for you. I am going to present you to the Commandant of the all male military Academy as a gift, and that the Commandant, who is related to several of the young slave girls that were brutalized by your grandparents! Will be able to do what ever he wants to you, or the same things that had been done to these poor, black women so many years ago. I know this is what you want, and it will help satisfy your deep, and burning guilt that has been troubling you. Lane thinking to herself, had no idea if any of what she had just said, was true!.

Addie now at 17 years old and as a fully developed young woman wearing only red high heels a garter belt, and stockings was indeed a very appealing sight, beautiful blond hair all done up, nude, and totally helpless, The perfect bait to attract any lecherous male, or female for that matter. Lane went on to say, Adanna this will be your first time with a man, and that not only would it be with an older, and very hansom black man she would be righting some of the many terrible wrongs that had been incurred by her grandparents.

Addie was almost ecstatically giddy at the prospects of her first actual intercourse, and with a hansom black man as she thought about what was about to happen. It was about 10.00 pm in the evening when the car went through the main gate of the Military Academy, Lane had easily cleared it with the the young black gate guards who were standing post at the main gate of the Academy. This academy was treated much like a military base, she only needed to promise them that they would get a good look at Addie’s beautiful young naked body, and with that, the guards would easily let them pass.

Lane had decided to do the guards one better, as the car came to a stop, she motioned one of the guards over, and at the same time opened the rear door and pulled him into the back seat where Addie was setting, she was wondering?what was going on?. This was followed by telling him he was more than welcome to, grab fondle or feel her up as much as he lked!.

Addie who was already very wet, and trembling with anticipation, especially after hearing the conversation about being fondled while nude, and blind folded! She almost had an orgasm just thinking about what they were going to do!. The other young guard, had now walked over and was peering in the open back door. Lane had told Addie that most of the young black men at the Academy had in some way been, related to many of the black slave girls,that had been abused during slavery, and to let them do, whatever they wanted! She was helpless and unable to resist and this comment was only a moot point as nothing would prevent them from sexually degrading or abusing her in anyway, but Lane stated again that her submissiveness would help rid her of this “terrible guilt”!.

The first guard was really enjoying himself by twisting Addie’s nipples and trying to reach down between her legs with his young black fingers, that had never explored a naked women much less a naked young white girl! He was having some difficulty, when he decided to get out of the car, and asked Lane if it would be okay to take her into the guard shack for a moment so they could really have some fun with her?. Lane said sure, but don’t be to long? As I have other plans for her.

With this encouragement and the other girls watching Addie was quickly pulled from the rear seat and helplessly escorted into the small guard shack, her bare bottom and tits were jiggling so inviting each time she took a step! Once inside they both, with youthful abandon nibbled sucked and squeezed on her breasts! One of young boys was able to get his fingers into her wet little twat, Addie was beside herself with young oversexed lust, then she was pushed down on her knees, and they both unzipped their pants quickly revealing two really hard and maturing 14 yr old black pricks.

Addie was more than ready, and now knew exactly what to do. With her bare pink little slit very moist, and slightly dripping, first one, followed by the other experienced this beautiful young blond girl, tongue who at first not so timidly reached out, and touched the head of their hard little black pricks. As her mouth slowly closed over this hard prick, she could feel it twitch and the hardness from his balls instantly explode into her mouth. The second young boy had done so even quicker as her tongue touched his prick he prematurely dropped his load and squirted her right in the face!. Addie who was consumed with both guilt, and lust greedily sucked both of these adolescent little pricks trying to get as much as she could, as she wiped his cum from her eyes!…

These two young Cadets then helped her back into the car and had given her a clean towel they kept for polishing their uniform shoes and with their carnal knowledge and wetness still glistening on her beautiful red lips, lane continued to clean her up as the car drove off towards the Commandants quarters . Lane noticed a rather satisfied and smug sigh from Addie, as they pulled up in front his residence. The other girls watched Lane as she guided Addie down the walk with her beautiful young naked body helpless with anticipation, and then up to his front door.

Lane had just pushed the door button, and was astonished that the door immediately opened, and there stood this “Hansom Black Gentleman” she so lusted after. Lane at first was quite surprised not knowing quite what to say, and was stammering for words, the Commandant also had a look of wonder, but his was a knowing one ?

He was just standing there with a somewhat puzzled expression, that slowly turned into a wrye smile, waiting for an explanation? With two attractive young women on his doorstep, one that looked like an erotically under dressed precocious young school girl, that was nude, and wearing a blindfold. The other, he knew all about, although fully dressed was every bit as shapely, and attractive?.
Lane was desperately trying to come up with something to say. She had originally planned to just leave Addie there with a note taped to one of her nipples that said only this,.. “meaning Addie” is a gift from Lane who has admired you for some time, and I would like to give you something you like to cherish so you would fondly remember my love for you and I would do anything to be with you!…..Signed Lane!. She had planned on just ringing the bell and leaving!

This man without saying a word at first took the note, and read the words out loud very slowly, so that Addie could hear. Saying to Lane, I am very flattered, that you would think so much of me that you would give me something so beautiful and wonderful as this!…I love the gift but cannot except it! Lane was crushed as her plans and his rejection was not at all what she had expected! Almost in tears she had turned around so dejected and was starting to leave when he said the gift I really want!,… is you!,… and what I want I usually get!. Lane was speechless, not knowing at all what to say as he went onto say, leave her, meaning Addie. I have just the thing we can do with her, and this would easily solve one problem, and that you!,…. Looking directly into Lane’s eyes could solve the other!….,Further stating, that she should be back on his door step in half an hour, dressed exactly the same as this beautiful young girl, and that then, we can proceed with getting intimately, and much better acquainted!!!…..

Lane was so excited, barely able to speak as he again looked directly into her eyes turning her around,and pushing her down the steps saying, I expect you back promptly. She was now starting to realize what had just happened as the true meaning of his words finally sank in OMG!. He wanted her,!… nude bound and helpless, and now!…

Lane could not get back to the dorms and get undressed fast enough as the two young gate guards waved her, and the other girls through without even slowing down. The guards had called earlier, and advised the Commandant of Lanes intention’s, and at that time the Commandant had called the barracks, telling two of the senior cadets to get over to his quarters on the double, and when they arrived, he suggested they take Adanna back to there barracks and enjoy themselves, but that they should treat her like a lady, and be gentleman! After which, when they were done to see that she was escorted safely back to her dorm. He then thought to himself, that she would certainly get the full treatment of these young horny men, but was unsure it would be lady like, or that they would be gentleman!…

Continued in Part 9

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We met through a dating site. Over the phone she told me she had been divorced for years and was in need of a man to give her some attention.

She told me she was fifty (fifteen-years older than me) a size 14, around 68 inches tall and still attractive.

At her insistence we met in a coffee shop so she could check me out as she was unused to face-to-face meetings with men on dating sites. She was dressed in a black shirt and very tight fitting white slacks with heels. What a pair of fabulous long legs with very well developed long thighs she had! She was the centre of attention and the male staff were mesmerized. “You fill those slacks beautifully,” several waiters and a customer told her.

My first impressions were creamy smooth skin, wonderful legs, but would an older woman turn me on enough to achieve a good erection. When she kissed me over the table for the first time the contact was electric and I immediately became semi-erect.

She was beautifully spoken and super-confident, as would be expected from the head mistress from an exclusive girls school. “I am in town on holiday for three weeks, I am staying in a hotel close by. I am very comfortable with you. Let’s not beat around the bush. I hear you are very well hung and I want you to fuck my brains out.”

As soon as we were in the door Mary was over me like the proverbial rash. Tongue down my throat, which really turned me on and gave me an instant erection. She had me undressed to my briefs in a flash, then pulled them down.

“Wow, hello big boy, what a cock and thick as well, magnificent. Lay on your back on the bed,” she instructed in a very firm tone.

“My legs have always been my strong point, and I can tell your cock likes them,” she smiled as she removed her slacks, then her shirt.

“My tits and ass are pretty good for a fifty-year old as well, I think.”

She was correct. A big, though very well proportioned and still firm ass with just a touch of cellulite (an extra turn on for me), flat stomach, tucked in waist and good large tits that were just starting to sag (another extra turn on for me) with big erect nipples. For her age, a wonderful hour glass figure.

She mounted my very erect cock and ever so slowly slid the full length of it into her very wet cunt lips. Nothing quite like a sex starved older woman who wants to fuck you silly.

As she slid up and down my full length and ground into me, her language became very coarse and rasping. “My cunt is sopping wet for you. Fuck my cunt big boy. Fuck it harder, harder, much harder. Give me every bit of your big cock.”

After three huge, screaming orgasms she remounted me so her ass was facing me. Watching a magnificent, full size-14 ass, sliding up and down your rock hard cock, while you are holding it with two hands and being repeatedly told to, ‘fuck my cunt big boy,’ was enough for us to orgasm together.

“For my age I am sexually naive, when I look at sex sites on the internet I realize what I have missed out on. I want you to satiate me sexually. Make my fantasies happen. I want to lose my sexual inhibitions. Teach me, be my sexual mentor, use me. Talk dirty to me. Make me your sex slave,” she told me in the afterglow. A real buzz an older woman asking those things of me.

An hour later we were in the shower together. Without saying a word I lathered up her pubic hair. “Your cunt is far too hairy,” I told her as I shaved her to my satisfaction, leaving her with a just neatly shaved fringe above her cunt lips.

“I do like that look, and the sensation of you shaving me is a buzz. I am learning from you.”

“I want to pleasure your voluptuous body with my tongue for your pleasure and mine. Put your heels on, stand with your legs apart and your hands on the wall,” I tell her as I dry her body with a towel. “I have an ass fetish, I love a big firm ass and yours is magnificent,” I tell her as I grasp her hips and kneel and lick, then kiss her glorious ass cheeks as she clenches it. “Magnificent, how long since a man worshiped your ass?”

“Never, never ever. I love what you are doing and the way you are doing it.”

“How big is it?”

“Forty-three inches.”

“And your tits, how big are they?,” I ask a few minutes later as I am sucking her large, erect nipples.

“Thirty-eight D.”

“They would look wonderful in a cup-less bra while suck I your nipples.

“You have brilliant thighs, they were an immediate turn on as soon as I saw you in those skin tight slacks,” I tell her as I lick the insides of her thighs. “Would you like me to fuck you with my tongue? Would you like me to lick your cunt so you orgasm?,” I ask without waiting for a reply.

“You are the first man to ever lick my cunt. And I like it,” she tells me as the tip of my tongue finds her engorged clit. “And love your hands on my ass at the same time.”

We fucked four times that day from two-thirty until late at night. When she went to the bathroom naked early the next morning, the site of her big ass had me instantly aroused. “Your big ass is magnificent, fucking magnificent,” I told her as I grasped her ass cheeks and fucked her from behind.

“I live not far from here in a penthouse. I have a spare bedroom, why not stay with me and save some money?”

“Show me your spare bedroom. Now your bedroom,” she asked as soon as we walked in to my penthouse. “Oh wow, mirrors everywhere and on the ceiling. “No need for the spare bedroom. Fuck me so I can watch in the mirrors.”

“Before we do I want to show you my sauna room.”

“Wow, enough seating for six people. And a hand-held, needle spay shower head. Do you fuck in here?”

“Only you,” I reply diplomatically.

“Good, do it now, right now,” she tells me as we undress each other, then soak up the steam from the sauna before I spray both of us with the needle head.

“What is the bowl of ice for?,” she asks as I re-enter.

“Foreplay and sexual pleasure for both of us,” I tell her as I run ice over her nipples with one hand and ice over my nipples, my balls and along my very erect cock with the other hand. “Your nipples like that, look at the size of them,” I whisper as I lick and suck them. “Heat and cold, is that good?”

“Yes, you are wonderful mentor, and I am a quick learner,” she tells me as she licks my nipples and runs ice along my cock.

“And this?,” I tease with ice in my mouth as I lick her cunt lips.

“I really have been missing out, that is a revelation and so fucking sexy,” she moans as I slide an icy tongue along and into her cunt lips.

When she sucked my cock with ice in her mouth she could not believe my reaction – and erection

Over the next three weeks we fucked at least three times a day with all sorts of variations.

Her first blow job was below par. “I have never ever sucked a man’s cock, teach me. Tell me what you want and like.” By the fourth day she had nailed it. Lips, tongue, fingers, lick, suck, blow, squeeze and twist with one hand while teasing and scratching my balls very lightly. Confirmed when she asked, “Do you want me to swallow?”

After a few days we were calling each other ‘baby’. I took her shopping and watched as she tried on cup-less bras, g-strings, high-waisted thongs, stockings and suspender belts. As part of our mutual turn ons we always asked the shop assistants, males and female, for their opinion. Invariably, “Wow, what a body.”

On the way home she wore her new stockings and suspender belt, no knickers and new cup-less bra with her erect nipples straining against her also new black silk blouse.

“Does my body look good in my new outfit? Do I look fuckable for you?,” she teased as soon as we were in the door as she removed her blouse, then dropped her skirt. “Does my ass look big?,” she teased with a big smile as she strutted around the room and flaunted her almost naked body for me.

One afternoon I oiled her totally naked body and licked her big nipples as I slid an oily finger along her wet cunt lips while she ran an oily hand along my erection. Twenty minutes of mutual edging before we orgasmed together.

“You like that don’t you, watching me pee with my legs wide open?,” she asked one day with a huge smile after a wild sex session as I watched while I showered. “Your cock was flaccid when I sat down. Look at it now.”

“Tomorrow a golden shower?,” I asked.

“Why not today baby? You really have made me lose my inhibitions, another first for me” she told me as I lay on the shower floor and she stood over me, legs apart and sprayed me.

“Today I want to make you squirt for me,” I told her one morning as we showered together while I washed her ass, (I can’t get enough of it). Half an hour later Mary was resting on a stool, naked apart from her cup-less bra and heels which barely touched the floor. “I want you to you squirt for me,” I told her, after two very wet orgasms on my tongue as I slid and curled a finger into her and found her g-spot as I continued licking her. “Two fingers baby,” she told me in her stentorian school mistress voice before I teased her by withdrawing my finger and letting her suck it.

“Two fingers baby, make me squirt for you. I have never squirted for any man,” she told me as I teased and edged her g-spot before she let go.

One day I asked her to phone one of her girlfriends as we were about to fuck. “How is your holiday going Mary? Have you met any men like you intended? What is all the that noise I can hear? Your voice sounds strained Mary? Are you alright? Are you having sex?”

“Yes, a man with a thick eight-inch erection is fucking me. He has fucked me at least three times a day since I arrived here.”

“Do you suck his cock? Does he lick your cunt?”

“Yes and yes. I have also discovered I am multi-orgasmic.”

Another day I found an excuse to spank her magnificent ass with a belt. “You broke one of my best wine glasses. I need to punish you.”

“Would a spanking make up for the broken glass? A really good spanking?,” she asked with a big smile. “I used to work in a spanking environment. And I have been naughty, very naughty with you. And I am not wearing any knickers to cover my big ass,” she teases as she lifts her skirt and slides them down over her ankles.

I still can’t get enough of her glorious big ass as I ogle it while she bends over a table and lifts her skirt to expose her naked ass. “I deserve a spanking, I really do. Harder baby, harder, much harder,” she is hissing as I use one of my belts. “So good baby, wonderful foreplay, I love it, you know I broke your glass deliberately.

“Now fuck me, I am so aroused.”

“I am well on my way to losing my sexual inhibitions,” Mary told me one afternoon in the afterglow of another session.

“I would love to watch you having lesbian sex. Another woman licking you to orgasm. And you licking the same woman to orgasm,” I told her with just that woman in mind.

“Make it happen baby, I would love you to watch. A long held fantasy. Will you masturbate for me while you watch?”

“I told Patricia all about you. She is due here at two-thirty to seduce you,” I told Mary two days later.

Mary was flushed and obviously excited while I watched her prepare for Patricia. “How old is she? What should I wear for a woman who is wants to seduce me? Are you going to join in? Have you ever fucked her?,” she had asked earlier.

“Ten years younger than you, a size-12 blond, she is bisexual with a very feminine body and really into oral sex. Wear your feminine best for her, heels, a high-waisted thong, a cup-less bra and one of my shirts. And yes and yes to your last two questions.”

“Do you think she will like me?,” Mary asked as I watched her dress and ogled her body. Before I could answer Patricia was on the intercom.

“I feel almost naked,” Mary told me with a wicked smile as we waited for Patricia to arrive.

“Good, she loves sexy naked bodies.”

“This is Mary, Patricia and this is Patricia, Mary,” was alI I said as the two women sized up each other, before Mary took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

Their sexual attraction and chemistry was amazing as I watched them kissing passionately as they undressed each other.

Watching Patricia sucking Mary’s nipples and her doing the same to Patricia had me erect immediately. And I did enjoy licking and kissing Mary’s ass cheeks at the same time for Patricia’s benefit.

Patricia was flat on her back when she told Mary to sit on her face as she grasped her ass cheeks and slid her cunt lips along her tongue. Her school mistress demeanor was completely abandoned as she repeatedly muttered, “Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.” Then she reached out for my erection and commenced sucking it.

Mary must have had three orgasms on Patricia’s tongue before she told her to watch as she used her hand to bring me to orgasm.

After we showered I watched Mary provide Patricia the most exquisite lesbian sex. “I was the school mistress in a boarding school with lots of women teachers. We had lots of spare time on weekends,” she told me later.

A few days before the end of her visit, I asked Mary if she would like to fuck another much younger, well hung man while I watched.

“Another of my fantasies, can you make that happen for me? Or is it us?”

“Us, I can make it happen, however the man I have in mind might want to have me as well as you. Would you like to watch another man suck my cock.”

“Yes, I would, that covers lots of my bucket list wishes, let’s do it.”

On the very last night of Mary’s visit she was dressed to impress for her fantasy man. I had just a tiny black jock strap under a shirt with the buttons undone. “Do you think he will like me?,” Mary asked as I watched her dress. Heels, a tiny black g-string and a cup-less bra.

“What exactly is the plan for tonight baby?,’ she asks.

I have organized Michael for us, note that I said us. He is in his late twenties, with a toned, fit body and a very large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. You are are almost twice his age, he has a thing about cougars, and he loves big asses.

“You look extremely fuckable Mary, I want you to have one of my shirts over your outfit and flash it open when he arrives.

“Your turn on is my turn on Mary. I want to watch him fuck you.”

“I want to have a full on erection when he arrives. I want to tease him. “And afterwards I want Michael to suck my cock while you watch. My finders fee.”

Earlier that day I had told Michael, “I want to watch you fuck Mary with your ten-inch erection, so does she. Your turn on is my turn on. As soon as you arrive Mary is going to flaunt her voluptuous body for both of us, you especially.

“And afterwards I expect you and want you to suck my cock while Mary watches. My finders fee.”

“Three weeks ago I could only fantasize about this. I wanted you to make my fantasies happen. I wanted to lose my sexual inhibitions. I asked you to teach me, to be my sexual mentor, and use me. Talk dirty to me. Make me your sex slave, I told you,” Mary tells me as we wait for Michael. “Does he really have a ten-inch erection?”

Before I can answer Michael arrives right on time. With great aplomb, and without saying a word Mary flashes open her shirt and lets it drop to the floor, then turns her back and struts around the room to show Michael her glorious big ass framed by her g-string. An instant turn on for two men, both with an ass fetish.

“Wow,” is all Michael can mutter as he throws his shirt off, then slowly slides his jeans down to show Mary his large, thick, semi-erect cock. Mary and I are both watching intently as he strokes his cock as he ogles her almost naked body. Almost immediately he has a full, thick ten-inch erection.

“Yes?,” he asks Mary imploringly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mary replies as she undoes the clip on her g-string and it falls to her ankles.

“Which way?,” Michael asks.

Mary is very much in charge of the situation as she takes his erection in a hand and leads him to the window facing out over the city skyline. Just as she had done for me several times she braces on the window frame, legs apart.

“You are huge. Worship my ass before you fuck me.”

I am unsure how I feel about one of my friends fucking the woman I just spent three very intimate weeks with. Though I have enjoyed watching Michael fucking women in the past. Watching any attractive couple fucking is always a buzz for me.

At any time watching Michael fucking with his thick, ten-inch erection and the reaction he gets from the woman he is about to fuck is a very special buzz. Something I always get an erection from. The last time I watched he had an attractive size-8, forty three-year old with a good figure. Awesome, watching a huge cock in a small, very receptive woman.

“Later Michael, Mary first,” I whisper very aroused as Mary tongue kisses Michael as I slide my jock strap under my balls to flash my erection for him.

My erection is rock hard as I watch Michael grasp Mary’s ass cheeks and slowly slide his thick, ten-inch erection into her. “Is he good baby, is this what you wanted, ten-inches?,” I ask her as we tongue kiss.

Michael is well known for his ability to last – to fuck for – more than thirty minutes and he did this time with lots of encouragement from Mary.

Over an hour later Michael is paying his dues. I have my hands behind my head soaking up the pleasure with my erection between his pursed lips while Mary watches before she tongue kisses me.

“Another of my fantasies, sucking a huge cock while that man is sucking another huge cock,” she whispers as she commences sucking Michael’s erection.

I didn’t manage to last as long as Michael, though I did enjoy watching Mary blowing him as I talked dirty to both of them with my hands on her glorious ass.

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Kristin, A girl who is into music thinks her dreams will come true when she takes a meeting at a famous music producer’s house. There she meets her pop idols, the Tulsa Twins, a couple of twin sisters who are now kept as slaves for the producer. Kristin succumbs to the producer’s perverted kinky desires which leads her down the path of slavery, not unlike what the twin sisters are experiencing.

Chapter 1: The Tulsa Twins

“Which would you like to use today Master?” Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white smile as she obediently held up a gleaming silver tray that contained variety of different sized dildos. The vast array of toys came in a host of colors ranging from pink and red to black and blue. There were toys with ridges, bumps, and even little eggs. On the table beside her were additional trays, one containing a plethora of anal plugs with a range of shapes, sizes and features and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clamps, clips, chains and other devices that ensured that a sufficient amount of pain would accompany any pleasure.

Deborah’s sister Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the room, her firm legs spread with a heavy steel bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate ankles with small padlocks. The two bottle blondes were identical twins and were the biggest pop idol sensation a few years back. Before that they were performing at a cookie cutter suburban mall, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from store to store like groups of worker ants, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from Empire Records.

Larry was in his early sixties, overweight and generally unattractive, but that didn’t matter because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no shortage of little whores with stars in their eyes and cocks in their holes who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.

With regard to the Tulsa Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nothing. He had put them on the fast track. Every billboard, article and stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa Twins. “This one,” Larry said as he picked up a long floppy rubber pink dildo that sprung back and forth in his hand. He moved to hover over Lauren’s supple body, watching it shimmer in the lamp light of his modest home. He had money to be sure, but Larry never understood the need to flaunt it like some men. Most of his wealth was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn’t been outside in years.

Larry flipped her restrained body over so that her weight rested on her arms, enjoying the view of the drool that escaped the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin onto the floor. Her hair was matted and like the rest of her body, hadn’t been washed in at least a week. “You really do smell disgusting Lauren,” he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken green eyes. They no longer held any anger, sadness, longing or desire of any kind. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a life a long time ago. She was now just an empty shell. She didn’t even squirm as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her tight, dry hole and locked it in place. “You really shouldn’t have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of yours,” he lectured. “I’m going to make you regret what you did every day for the rest of your pathetic life.”

He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple sentences repeated habitually for the past six years. On most days this simple ceremony was the most human contact she received all day; a small amount of torture, then back to isolation and madness. After a year she stopped moving when not provoked and after two years she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing much of anything at all.

Her book wasn’t slander of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said; extortion, blackmail, drugs, coercion and more. But she didn’t need to be so ugly and public about it. “You wanted fame, I gave it to you. I used my power and connections to make you stars,” he said as he ***********ed the perfect anal plug from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clamps as those had already been affixed to Lauren’s sore, aching tits. In fact, her nipples spent the majority of time tortured in this manner with only a few hours of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many years. Was it possible that the brief periods of liberation each day were somehow more painful?

“You were very kind for jump starting our careers. We owe everything to you, Sir,” squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her career Deborah had denied the allegations in Lauren’s book, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more years as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her last press release simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a plaything for her Master and advised all career women to give up their ambitions and find a nice man to take care of them. Deborah was a cultural idol and Larry had to wonder how many bright eyed girls had decided not to pursue a profession that year because of the words of their hero.

He picked Lauren up by her neck, pressing hard on her throat, feeling the limpness of her body as her empty eyes stared past him. There was nothing left in her to torture, but that didn’t mean he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to serve as a lesson. Not to herself, but rather to others who may have had thoughts of publishing allegations of their own. She was a living meat doll whose existence had been reduced a few simple words; don’t fuck with Larry Perlman.

“Deborah, be a good little doll and put this thing back in its cage,” he ordered while depositing her rancid sister on the sofa.

“Absolutely Master,” Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her ample tits as she grabbed her sister by the collar and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up bound as she was but her twin was doing most of the work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the cage that sat in a corner of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her curves were extenuated with every graceful cat like movement as if she was purposely trying to arouse her Master.

“I’m so sorry Master; all those mean, untrue things my sister said about you in that book…”

She climbed up on his lap and he could feel her heat against his body.

“Don’t worry about it Deborah, that was a long time ago.” Larry kissed her neck and heard her purr.

“It still bothers me. I just feel like I have to make up for what she did. It’s my purpose.” *Hypnosis will do that.*

He smiled at her and moved his lips closer as his pole slid inside the wet, willing hole that had become Deborah Tulsa. “If that’s you feel I understand,” he reassured her while petting her head softly and sliding his manhood deep into her juices and inner folds. “This was all your decision.”

As Larry enjoyed the warmth of his slave’s flesh wrapped around his member, his thoughts were drawn to a new talent that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few days. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the cheeks of Deborah’s ass and began to thrust harder. He knew nothing about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, heart and body of the most desirable woman on the planet; his pet who had given up her career to become his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2: The Arrival

I had gotten lost three times while trying to find the correct house. I never was very good with directions. There were just so many streets and so many names and numbers for me to keep track of. When I finally found the right address, I was confused. The residence didn’t look lavish at all and I was surprised that such a famous music executive would live in such a place. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that I was at the right house. I approached the modest door and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a long way from the promenade where I played my guitar and sung for the few dollars that were thrown into my guitar case from time to time. Last Friday something else was thrown in however, a business card from Larry Perlman, chief executive and producer with Empire Records. He said he fell in love with my little street level performance, was convinced that I was going to be the next big thing and he wanted to help me become what I was always meant to be.

After a few moments and the muted thumps of something falling, the door opened to reveal an overweight yet gentle and vaguely familiar looking man. Behind him were the naked, sweat covered forms of two lean blonde girls sprawled out on the floor on full display but I couldn’t see their faces as they were blocked from my view. I knew that the rich and famous lived in a very different way than the rest of us and I’m certainly no prude, but I blushed anyway, my cheeks heating up with a bright red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the last thing I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could feel Mr. Perlman’s eyes appraising me as they traveled from my small feet which were encased in black stiletto heels up my smooth tanned legs to the shiny black latex mini skirt that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to travel further to my firm little breasts that pushed against the thin material of my red cami that was partially covered by my jean jacket and finally to the delicate features of my face. He had an excellent poker face. I couldn’t tell if he was pleased, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my weight on my high heels nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.

The blonde girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twins. I even remembered when my best friend scored tickets to one of their shows and invited me along. We knew all their signature dance moves and would follow along nearly every night as we watched their videos. There was the breast jiggle and grab that Lauren was famous for. I must have practiced that one for hours until I got it just right. Grab and squeeze my small left breast, lick my right forefinger, jiggle my breasts, slide my saliva covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right breast. Deborah’s move was a lot harder. She would spread her legs, bend over and slap her ass, moving her fingers from the front where her vagina was up the back past her anus, and then she’d spin around, arch her back while thrusting her ample breasts out and grab and cup her pubic mound and start thrusting as her fingers slid up and down. I had so much trouble getting that one right but I still remember how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My crystal blue eyes were fixed on the two sisters on the floor of Mr. Perlman’s living room. Deborah was on all fours with a creamy white substance that looked like it may have been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her tongue. At least I think I got it right, they were twins after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famous talents going at each other in his living room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be interested in me? How could my dark hair compare to their blonde tresses? How could a petite little half breed oriental like me be in the same league as two gorgeous pure breds with such amazing bodies? Mr. Perlman’s eyes met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant strand of my long black hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my full pouty lips with my soft saliva covered tongue. I thought I was going to pass out from the nervousness. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I’m Kristin Kailey,” I said, hoping to break the awkward silence.

Chapter 3: Assessing the New Talent

Larry looked over the little half breed minx who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in frame and not as busty as some of the other performers he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin’s lithe little body could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a rounder rear; he imagined how an enlarged ass might push the confines of her latex skirt and found himself becoming stiff at the thought of molding her into a perfect reflection of his imagination. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could have been the presence of the twins. Larry noticed that she couldn’t take her eyes off them, as if hungry to take their place and be morphed to be just like them; a little blonde bimbo slut who would shake her tight little ass for the cameras, moving and gyrating her petite hips for the adoration of her fans. Indeed the twins would be an important factor in negotiations for certain.

“Hello Miss Kailey, it’s such a delight to see you. You are a vision of beauty,” Larry said while brushing my dark hair and examining my face. Although I thought it was odd, I didn’t even flinch when he pressed his fingers to my full lips and pried at my mouth. “Well, come on in,” he said with a motion of his hand.” Oh and let me introduce you!” The twins had moved to wait submissively behind him on their knees, not speaking until spoken too. “If only all cunts could be trained this well,” he thought to himself. “These are the Tulsa twins. They’re old talent of mine but have since decided to live a more quiet life. Being a star isn’t for everyone you know,” Larry said as he gave Deborah a surreptitious signal.

“It certainly wasn’t for me Master,” she said with bubbly enthusiasm. “It’s so much nicer to be property. To be owned completely. Though it took me some time to know that’s what I wanted.”

*Good little push pet*, Larry thought as he looked at Lauren meaningfully. If she cooperated tonight he had agreed to let her out into the sun for a walk in the park; just like she and her sister had once enjoyed during the more innocent days of his tutelage.

“Yes. We’re- we’re so lucky” Croaked Lauren, voice sore from underuse. When she got half way through her line she began to cry.

“She’s overwhelmed,” Larry quickly adapted, “She just can’t help but feel grateful. The Tulsa’s had a hard life before making it big.”

“Oh yes, we’re just so lucky to have met you Sir,” piped up Deborah, who was always good at improvisation. Cum was still leaking down her thighs as she finished delivering her weeping sister’s line. “It’s really nice to meet my successor. I hear my Master has some really big plans for you.”

We entered the living room which was arranged with multiple couches facing each other and an open center. Deborah had prepared a special tea for all the girls, the same sort that Larry served to all the young, starry eyed cunts who entered his office or home. He directed me to take a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex skirt on more than one occasion. Normally I would have become self conscious or offended and closed my legs, but I felt my legs widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

“Certainly it was just another pussy” he thought, “but soon it would be a pussy that men all around the world would crave to be wrapped around their shafts. She’d learn the ropes of show biz just like anyone else. And the hard work it took to make it to the top. She’d learn that lesson just like the Tulsa’s had.”

Larry leaned forward and smiled. “Ok Kristin, so you’re obviously an amazing singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however music isn’t just about how good you can sing. I wish it was, but it’s a highly competitive market. That’s why you need producers like me in your corner. I’ve worked with a lot of famous people, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and most recently Taylor Slut. All of these girls have done a lot to reach the point they’re at. You’re willing to trust me right? “Larry said as he stared into my eyes with his best look of sincerity. ““Drink your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you.”

Mr. Perlman was so nice. I definitely didn’t expect for him to be so affectionate and obliging and I quickly found my initial nervousness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn’t believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all fours right in front of me. Literally six inches from me there she was! Of course she was naked and being used as a piece of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there! I couldn’t help but to stare at her perfect body. Her large breasts dangling beneath her, jiggling each time she made a minor adjustment in her position. The glistening moisture around the folds of her exposed bald pussy that seemed to ache with desire and the way her long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders. She was perfect. I wanted to be perfect.

*Okay, calm down, smile, sit up straight, and thrust your little tits out. You can do this!*

I brushed my long black hair back and made eye contact with Mr. Perlman as he explained how things worked in the music business. I found myself smiling so wide that surely all of my perfect little white teeth were on display.

*Spread your legs just a little more. Tease him a little and he’ll make you a famous performer. Everyone will see you and know who you are if you can show him what a star you can be.*

I leaned forward to grab my tea from Lauren’s back and as I took hold of the cup my fingertips grazed her smooth skin. I could see her body react with visible goose bumps and a slight movement as her exposed anus pulsed but she remained as still and quiet as possible despite the salty mascara laden tears that continued to drip silently off her face.

*Oh my god! I just touched Lauren Tulsa! Best day ever!*

I took a big sip of the delicious tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no doubt the result of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to feel flush and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren’s back. She winced slightly as the white porcelain balanced on her supple pale skin, her tits jiggling and swaying as she struggled to keep still. I slid out of my jacket and I immediately began to feel the pink nipples at the ends of my perky little breasts stiffening against the silky fabric of my red camisole. They were so stiff that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming bigger and harder as the sleek material rubbed them with each almost undetectable movement and the sensation was starting to make me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the various acts he represented and what it took to be famous in the music business, but his voice was going in and out. It was like I couldn’t focus on it for more than a couple seconds at a time and my bright blue eyes kept moving back to Lauren’s rear end. I couldn’t stop staring at her vagina and ass, they were hypnotic. The more I gawked, the more aware I became of my own hairless little pussy. My clit began to swell, peeking out from behind its fleshy little hood as the stretchy tissue of my soft pink labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight little fuck hole is aching. I want to feel my fingers in my whore hole. Oh god I just want to touch it so badly right now. I want to touch my aching dripping cunt.*

It was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch and I was using all my energy to keep my hand from flying up my latex skirt to give myself instant relief. This was like torture and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to tolerate it. I could only hope that Mr. Perlman didn’t notice the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn’t affect my chances of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the petite dark haired girl in front of him and a smile crept across his face. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was body language and she was signaling interest. Her smooth shaven little legs were inviting him inside, offering an exchange to make her famous that may or may not have been done consciously. “Kristin Kailey is already quite the slut and she hasn’t even finished her tea yet,” he thought. “With a little more prompting, who knows how far a bitch in heat like her could go.” He could see that the girl was panting now, her blue eyes wide. She obviously loved the twins.

“It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of greatness so carelessly. Please forgive me.” Larry’s words dripped like soft honey to the small half breed girl whose soft, slender body was going mad with lust. He rubbed his temple in a false gesture of concentration before snapping his fingers. “I know! In situations like this the best thing to do is normalize you. After all Kristin, you’ll be around famous celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimate than to have them satisfy those urges my carelessness inflicted on you. Finish your tea first though,” he instructed. “After which why don’t you unwind Kristin.”

Larry reached out and took my delicate soft hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her sister’s back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small breasts felt against him as they seemed to bulge out of my red top. He grabbed the bottom of my cami and pulled it over my sensitive little breasts, forcefully raising my arms with one hand until the garment was free from my body. I had no reservations about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the game. It’s just fucking, so what? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely think. I didn’t care who was playing with me as long as my body got the attention it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my tight little bald pussy and bent me over Lauren’s back. My small breasts and rigid pink nipples pressed into Lauren’s perfect soft pale white flesh. I wasn’t sure if the goose bumps that were forming on my smooth tanned skin were from the cool air brushing against my uncovered little body or the excitement of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her flesh and feeling the warmth of her body against my own. Her frame shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn’t even think about the fact that she was crying. My own desperate state of arousal blocked off any thoughts that didn’t emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fastenings of a bright pink silicone strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his tongue flickering against my lobe. “Think of this as a performance Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a performance. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the bathroom, when you masturbate, a successful star always thinks about her life as a performance. Understand sweetheart?” I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet little hole and Mr. Perlman gave my exposed ass cheeks a hard slap, causing my tender flesh to glow a bright red shade as his words ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a performance. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I’m being fucked; I must make everything about performance and show myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my audience.*

Knowing that in this moment that I was about to have sex with the amazing Tulsa twins, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my back and spread my legs even further, pointing my vulnerable little puckered anus upwards and exposing the smooth hairless pussy between my firm thighs. My soft fleshy pink folds were glistening with the slick pussy juices that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my tight little sex hole and into a small puddle at the small of Lauren’s back. I was a performer and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make sure that my part of it was worthy of such a venerable partner. I was no lesbian, but this wasn’t about sexuality. This was about performance and putting on a pleasing show; my personal sexual preferences didn’t matter. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting forth the best presentation possible.

I felt the head of Deborah’s bright pink strap on cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet little cunt. She pressed it against my soft tissue, exerting slight pressure on my throbbing swollen clitoris that happily pushed out from its hood before moving down to the labias that guarded the entrance to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the head of her rubber cock into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a little deeper with each stroke until she was deep inside me, the full length of the neon pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her hips slapped against my firm ass as she pushed inside me in long rhythmic strokes with a consistent tempo that could have easily matched the beat of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little bitch in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my skin just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe body, she bent over me, her large breasts pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren’s. I was the filling in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the incredible feeling of my life. I felt Deborah’s hot breath on my earlobe, her wet tongue stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck, brushing my long black hair to the side and licking the back of my neck with long strokes that left a layer of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale blue eyes, unable to focus on anything else that was going on in the room except my own performance as my breathing was becoming heavier and my skin tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren’s warm body until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah’s strap on cock into my tight little cunt. I grabbed her heavy udders and held on to them as if they were handles, my fingers finding their way to her abused nipples and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah’s soft saliva coated tongue found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren’s thick pink nipples, tugging and twisting them as the first of many orgasms gripped my exposed willowy body. I was a star. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the first steps toward proving that.

Chapter 4: The Contract

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the show that his girls were putting on for him. “Kristin is certainly enjoying herself,” he thought to himself as his eyes focused on the pink invader sliding easily in and out of her body. “She was born for this and is clearly a complete and total slut in every sense of the word.”

Sweat dripped from my forehead as my soft pink tongue lolled out of my mouth like a dog panting. I was a performer, the centerpiece of this display and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. Questions about whether he would only see me as some kind of fuck doll made their way into my addled brain, but left just as quickly as my state of arousal controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whimper, sway and movement of my little body.

“Deborah, stop. Kristin come here.” he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the order to stop fucking me, I couldn’t help but to notice how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra thrusts. Her obedience was complete and immediate. As her strap on slid out of my dripping wet pussy it dragged copious amounts of slippery self made lube out accompanied by the sloshing sounds of my slick honey moving about on the sensitive pink flesh that was currently the center of my universe. Such noises would have embarrassed me under normal circumstances but of course the position I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my deteriorated state I thought such carnal melodies must be a good thing as surely they enhanced the performance that my lithe little body was giving.

*Please don’t stop, please keep going, and please let me cum. I want to cum, please make me cum.*

The words dribbled out of my mouth in moans along with drips of saliva. I didn’t want her stiff rubber cock to leave my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah’s skilled hips and hands working my petite body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost ready to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my brain felt foggy and the only thing I could focus on was the orgasm that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

Following Deborah’s example, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot pink dildo cleared the moist hole between my slender legs and walked in his direction. I didn’t even bother to pull my black latex skirt down, instead I was quite aware of the fact my hairless slit that glistened with my juices was well on display as were my perky little tits with rigid pink nipples standing at attention. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the runway models do at the Fashion Week. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his frame towered over my diminutive body and in that moment I felt an overwhelming desire to kneel at his feet, bow my head and lick his shoes. He looked so incredibly superior and there could be no question that I on the other hand was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue pill. I had no idea what it was but in my confused state and I didn’t care either. Logic and reason which had never been my strong suit, had abandoned me and I was in no condition to ask questions or put up a fight. On the contrary, I had an irresistible urge to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My soft pink tongue slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to swallow along with some water. I noticed his exposed cock pulsing and twitching, I couldn’t take my pale blue eyes off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with urges to do everything I could imagine with it and a few things I couldn’t. Mr. Perlman must have picked up on my innermost thoughts because he responded with a finger on my plump red lips. I stood hypnotized by his cock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his hands twitching and I noticed his cock begin to pulse. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the spellbinding sight. I was drawn to it like a magnet. The size difference between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was small, weak and fragile; he was big, strong and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of power and submission; of cock and cunt.

Without warning I felt his strong hands lifting my little body up as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me such that his mouth was nestled against the delicate folds of my pussy and I felt his breath on my sensitive pink flesh. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his head and as I felt his tongue touch the swollen tissue of my clitoris sending waves of pleasure to instantly rip through my petite body. I arched my back, pointing my little breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my legs as my silky black hair danced behind my head. His words only increased the sensations and pleasure I was feeling and ran through my head long after he had finished speaking them.

*I’m going to be a star. I’m a great performer. I have a beautiful body and delicious pussy juices.*

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to feel his cock filling my tight little love hole and my pussy was juicing in anticipation of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his hard cock began to poke at my anus. Some part of me knew that I should resist. I didn’t want that monster going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to fight it. Instead I spread my toned legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick intruder painfully stretched my puckered little hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extreme sense of discomfort and pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a couple of times, the ever present pain in the rear canal between my firm ass cheeks began to give way to something else. I started to feel tingles inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my pussy was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly building. This was the same feeling but from the sensations were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my toned little body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his cock I found myself subconsciously moving on the stiff flesh that filled me, finding new angles and positions to enhance the pleasure I was feeling. My breathing was heavy and a shiny sheen of sweat was forming on my sun kissed skin. I was a good performer and I was determined to show Mr. Perlman just how good I could be. The pain and pleasure, submissive feelings and dominance of Mr. Perlman all mixed together. I was having visions of leashes and restraints, submission and a variety of sex acts as my small body bobbed up and down like a sex doll. I thought about what it might be like to have rings piercing my flesh and a locked collar on my neck. I was taking my rightful place in the world and at the moment, my rightful place was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my tight little ass.

“Oh Kristin, you certainly are a wonderful performer and you have such a beautiful body,” he whispered in my ear as his tongue playfully licked at my earlobe. “God, she’s beautiful,” Larry thought as he reveled in the sight of me bouncing on his manhood. “She’s absolutely stunning, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on stage, her half chink ass shaking for the entirety of the crowd, she’ll be luring the next generation of cunts to join in her depravity. In interviews she’ll spread her cheeks and pussy lips, showing the world how a good little whore should be displayed. She will be a perfect living, breathing piece of propaganda.”

I was on the edge of the orgasm that I had craved for so long and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman’s cock as it drove deep inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well. “That’s it, Kristin, back straight, chest popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there’s a crowd Kristin, an adoring crowd of fans, cameras and lights. Everything, all of it focused on you,” he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my little breasts and pinched the hard nipples that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become nothing more than a cock hungry slut, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a drawer in the side table next to him as the slaps of my skin against his own mixed with the moans that escaped from my pouty pink lips. After rummaging around for a few brief seconds, he pulled out a pretty pink collar with the word “Star” emblazed on it with genuine diamonds. He handed the accessory to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his feet, watching my performance with admiration.

“Kristin, listen,” he said pulling out the contract he kept in the same table drawer. It was the contract that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign away my very life. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the cock that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my engorged clit, trying desperately to reach orgasm. The words blurred as I tried to focus on the conditions:

1. The client hereby signs away her freedom to Empire Records for the period of the contract.

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3. The client hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tears, saliva, pee, girl cum and should client lactate, milk, are the property of Empire Records and can be sold or used at the discretion of said license holders.

4.

5. The client hereby surrenders all control of her body, time, and decision making to Empire Records and its representatives.

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7. Empire Records reserves the right to make any changes to the client’s body or mind.

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9. And of course the all-important clause:

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11. The producer in charge of the client is seen as a living embodiment of Empire Records and must be obeyed at all times.

12.

“If you sign this, it will make you famous,” he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn’t think straight and my brain was foggy. I didn’t know if it was the pill, something else or maybe it didn’t matter. I never wanted this feeling to stop and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would look out for my best interests and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name at the bottom with haste. Deborah wasted no time in wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it in place with a small heart shaped lock.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was the moment in which I was no longer a person. I wasn’t even a cunt at this point. No, I was just a possession of a corporation. My fate was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left. None of that mattered in this moment though. I was too busy milking Mr. Perlman’s cock with my shapely ass until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He lifted my hips and sprayed his gooey white cum inside my puckered little anus just before the last of orgasmic waves flowed through my supple body.

“Let me help you down there sweetie.” he said to me as Deborah helped hoist me off his lap and onto the ground where my weak legs failed to support my frame, forcing me to slink down to my knees. My face was wide in an exhausted smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my asshole in a soft drizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun. “Well, you already are wearing my old collar, only fair that you get our old jewelry too,” she said with a smile at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my hard pink nipples and then fixed them with the pink and blue flower nipple piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the time of course, there was something extra in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would cause my tits grow to enormous size over the next few months. I had signed the contract. They had modified my body and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5: Full Circle

The large heavy silver bells that dangled from the thick rings in my stretched pink nipples rang out in a harmonious symphony with each movement my little half breed body made as I crawled on hands and knees on the stage. My oversized udders jiggled underneath me, swaying back and forth on my tiny frame and although the heaviness of my milk filled udders took some getting used to, they were a part of my body now and my fans loved them.

I felt the tug of my leash guiding me forward at an even pace, but the delicate silver chain leash wasn’t attached to the pretty pink collar that had been locked around my slender neck for so many years since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the presence of the Tulsa Twins. Instead it was attached to a ring on the giant metal invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a constant reminder of how filled I was kept. Everyday my Master, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a lucky little bitch in heat I was and it was true. I was very lucky to have him as a Master and I worshipped him completely.

I could hear the crowd cheering and clapping for me and the familiar tingles filled my tummy and I knew my cunt was juicing in overdrive. Of course one of the changes Master made to my body to make me a better performer was to increase the amount of juices my pussy produced. Normally they would just drip down my smooth tanned thighs and puddle wherever I happened to stop, but sometimes Master would use a special pump on my pussy to extract the juices to be bottled and sold to my fans. It turned out that the juices that my little cunt produced were particularly delicious and quite valuable. Of course Master made sure that my heavy milk filled udders were emptied twice a day, the white gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, little white droplets formed on the tips of my highly sensitive nipples and dripped on to the ground leaving a trail of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blonde girl with firm little tits who controlled my leash was dressed only in a heavy metal chastity belt that locked up her sensitive flesh and a pair of shiny black thigh high platform boots with red laces running up the front. Naturally Master owned her as well. “Come on little Krissy Kunt, be a good toy,” she said.

Krissy Kunt was my name and it fit my modified bimbo whore body much better than Kristin. What kind of a name is Kristin anyway? The public knew me as Krissy Kunt and that’s what I was to them. I brushed a strand of my long platinum blonde hair from my pale blue eyes as I crawled. Master had dyed my black hair a long time ago to make me more bimbo like. My tanned skin which was once flawless was now covered in degrading tattoos. The word WHORE across my face with my mouth forming the O, a bar code and slave registry number on my smooth hairless pubic mound, words like fucktoy, bitch, cunt and sex animal coated my jiggling tits, firm round ass and flat tummy. My anus had even been tattooed to make it look like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to crawl back across the stage the way we came. She pointed to a small puddle of my slimy cunt juices mixed with several drops of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my large tits pushing into the floor and raised my ass. My modified pussy was certainly well on display for the crowd in this position. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with several studs running down the side of it with a large ring through the tip. Each of my inner labias were stretched, pierced with three rings on each side and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my pussy open wide and on display at all times. A performer has no secrets and no modesty, every inch of me should always be on display at all times. At least that’s what Master tells me and Master is always right.

I extended my soft pink tongue which Master had lengthened back when he had me doing lesbian shows and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other girls. The large silver ring that pierced the tip scraped against the floor as I tasted my own delicious pussy juices and milk. I lapped it up like a hungry animal, leaving behind a glistening layer of my sticky saliva on the floor before being led to the next puddle of pussy juices and milk.

After my performance the blonde girl led me off stage and handed my leash to my Master before she knelt obediently at his feet. Master was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a prized animal and being looked at in that way made me even hornier than I already was. At the sight of my Master I immediately pressed my head to the floor, raised my firm ass and licked his shoes before kneeling up and jiggling my tits for him, just as I had been taught.

“Just look at how well trained she is,” he said as he turned to the gentleman. “The dumb bitch will give you years of pleasure my friend, plus you’ll be the envy of all your buddies. How many guys can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt?”

“That is a good point, and I’m sure I’ll get plenty of good use out of her,” the man replied, “but I’m really looking to buy her as a present for my daughter’s nineteenth birthday. She’s just crazy about Krissy Kunt and I did promise I’d get her a pet. But what about you Mr. Perlman, won’t I be depriving you of your star performer?”

“Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a good run but her career is over. The petite blonde girl here, Fiona Fucktoy will take her place and be an even bigger star.” Master had no sooner finished his sentence when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink Star collar that had graced my neck for years, replacing it with a heavy chrome collar that was cold against my skin and pressed into my delicate flesh. He wrapped my old collar around Fiona Fucktoy’s neck and locked it in place. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman’s next big star and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twins when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new owner, a man I had never met before grasped my leash and gave it a hard tug, causing my anus to spasm in response, I considered my career as a performer. I thought about all the cum I had licked and swallowed, the pussies I ate and the cocks I sucked. I reflected on all the things that had been stuffed inside my cunt, ass and mouth as people watched and applauded and I thought about all the changes that had been made to my once perfect little petite body. Indeed I had become a star performer, but there was a part of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to wonder. Was this really something I ever wanted? For some reason I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe I never really wanted to be a star at all, at least not like this.

My new Master tugged a second time, this one even harder than the last and I dismissed the silly thoughts in my brainless bimbo head, obediently crawling behind him, my large udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling milk with each movement forward to the life that awaited me as his daughter’s new pet.

The End.

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More work for this beauty

[b]THE LIMO DRIVER-part 2

Bonnie woke up feeling good and she thought about how much money she had made from the three guys. She also thought about the satisfaction she had gotten from them too. She got up did her coffee, brushed her teeth and jumped into the shower like every morning. But this morning was a different day cause she had the day off.

Wondering what she was going to do on her day off. She toweled herself off and went to the kitchen to get her coffee. She was on her third cup when the phone rang. It was her boss and she only thought he wanted her to work, so she answered the phone anyway.

It was her boss and he wanted her to work, cause it was a special request for her to drive. But the good thing was it wasn’t until tonight they had requested her. Her boss told her the people paid double for her to be the driver. Something about one of the ladies was told about her from her brother.

She was wondering if it was one of the three guys from the other night, who had told his sister about her. And why would she pick a woman. Bonnie didn’t understand it, but thought if she is getting paid double time for this. That she was going to do it and make more money.

She went through her day wondering most of the day about the job tonight. Even when she went to the store to buy food for the week. She just couldn’t get her mind off of why would a bunch of women want her to drive and not some good-Looking guy. Most times when she thought about it, she ended up smiling cause she was going to make the big money again.

That’s why the men who drove the other Limo’s didn’t like her at all. She always got the big tippers and good jobs. She wasn’t the one who calls in and requests her, she just does her job.

She came into work early in anticipation of or maybe curious about these women. She checked out her car and the boss came over to her and said “ you’re my best and most requested driver, so therefore you are going to get the brand new Limo that came in today.

She got really excited because the other guys at work told her she would never get the new one when it came in. There are guys who have been there a lot longer and expected to be assigned the new car. And now they are going to be more pissy towards her. But what the hell she feels she has deserved it working more hours then most of them and never turning down the boss when her asks her to work.

She transferred all her stuff from her old car to the new one with all the guys’ there staring holes in her. This was a double stretch limo and it had everything in it. She thought how much better could it get then being the boss’s number 1 driver.

Bonnie drover to the pick up point and waited. One by one the women showed up. Val was the sister of jack, one of the three guys who showed her a great time and paid her really well. Val was explaining to her that her brother told her all about Bonnie and how she had showed them a good time and all.

Bonnie was wondering if jack had told his sister about the sex too. Cause Val never said anything about it. And Bonnie wasn’t going to say anything to get jack in any trouble either.

When all six women were in the car, they had Bonnie drive them to the Wiltshire Belmont Hotel for a business meeting with reps from all over the country. She had to sit and wait for 2 hours until they were done.

When the women came out they all looked a little pissed about something. Bonnie asked Val if everything was all right and Val told Bonnie that the men had them mad. That the men made them feel like they were idiots and stole their ideals.

Donna, another one of the women wanted to know where they could go to use men around here. Bonnie had just the plan; it’s were she was going to go to tonight on her night off.

Bonnie just smiled as she drove them to a club where tonight it an all male revue. The women got real excited and told Bonnie she is the best. Val asked bonnie if she wants to hang out with them all night and she will be paying anyway.

Bonnie called her boss to find out if she can do another all nighter. Her boss tells her Val is the one paying and if she wants to pay you until next week, it’s fine with him. Val also agreed to pay the car bill and any other bill Bonnie incurs.

Bonnie thought what a job and followed the other women into the club. They watched all the men do their strip acts and got themselves all worked up. Then sitting there after the show having a few more drinks. They had several guys approach them wanting to join them. Most of the women still pissed from work told the guys to fuck off.

Bonnie got a kick out of hanging with these ladies and realized that she doesn’t get to go out with other women. She thought that she should do this more often.

The women wanted to leave and go to a store to buy some liquor before returning to the hotel they are staying at. So Val talked to the local women and talked them into staying at the hotel all together.

Two of the three local women called home and told their better halves that the had to work all night on this project from work and they were going to do that at the Townsend Hotel where the other women are staying.

Bonnie drove to the liquor store and the women went in and got all types of booze. Then Bonnie drove then to the Townsend and parked the car. She followed the others up to the room on the 8th floor. Then they all went in the room laughing and talking about it’s going to be a slumber party.

Janet said she had extra PJ’s and if anyone wants to use them its fine. So everyone followed Janet into her bedroom and seen all baby-Doll’s. Each one picks out these really skimpy nighties and undressed; only to put these little see-through’s on

They were all still talking about the male strippers and how Bonnie was a genius for taking them there. And how they put those ass hole men in their places for trying to pick them up.

Bonnie looked around the room to see there were two bedrooms in this suite. And a kitchen with an icemaker, she thought how cool was this. The company they work for pays for this too.

Val and Janet said what do you girls want, while they were mixing drinks. And Val suggested they play some drinking games and have fun. All the other girls agreed and the party was going.

After about two hours of heavy drinking they decided to play strip poker between them selves. They were all on their way to being drunk by now anyway. So they sat around the table and started playing. Bonnie thought this was so much fun hanging out with these women like this.

When it got down to two women, Bonnie and Janet had only their panties left on. Val wanted to play another game, everyone is dealt the same amount of card and they turn them over one by one, like the game of war. But this game the one with the lowest number is told to do something by the one with the highest number.

So they agreed to play this game and Donna got the highest and Bonnie got the lowest. Donna dared Bonnie to French kiss Janet. So bonnie moved over beside Janet and threw her arms around Janet and started kissing her, then the big French kiss.

They were all naked except for Janet and Bonnie who only had their panties on. So Val won the next hand and she dare Donna who lost to pull off Janet and Bonnie’s panties with her teeth. Donna went to Janet first and Janet lifted herself to make it easier for Donna to do the deed. Then Donna went to Bonnie to do the same. But she was laughing so hard that she fell into Bonnie’s crotch.

They continued playing and having a great time with all kind of dares. Until Janet won and dared Val to lick Bonnie’s pussy. Bonnie feeling out of place with this one just sat there and couldn’t believe they had dared Val to do that. She thought what am I going to do, I never had a women touch me down there before.

Bonnie was drunk and thought the hell with it, she lost and that’s what she has to do. Val leaned down and started licking Bonnie’s pussy. She would lick up across the clit and back down and push her tongue into Bonnie’s hole. God this feels great Bonnie thought.

Val kept this up for more then a few minutes before the others started complaining that she is doing it too long. So Val has another game to play now. Lets put bonnie on the table and show her the gratitude for showing us a good time. They all agreed that this is what should be done.

As Bonnie lay there with these women all around her licking and sucking on every part of her body, she starts moaning and panting like mad. Janet is sucking on her clit, while Val is tongue fucking her ass. This is driving Bonnie crazy and she is getting close to an orgasm.

Then Bonnie feels something over her, it’s Tammy and she is now sitting on Bonnie’s face. Bonnie starts licking Tammy’s cunt and she is rocking back and forth over Bonnie’s face. Bonnie is feels the orgasm hitting her and her tongue is like a weed wacker on Tammy’s pussy now.

Bonnie lets loose and starts Cumming a big one, while bucking and shaking the whole time. Janet licks her clit at a hundred miles an hour now trying to make Bonnie have the big one. While Val is pushing her tongue deeply into Bonnie’s ass.

Meanwhile Donna brings some vibrators and dildos out of the bedroom and they start using them on Bonnie and each other. Cause by now all the women are horny as hell and wants to lick, suck and fuck each other.

Donna straps on a 10-inch dildo and Val moves away for the show. She then puts some lubricant on it and rubs it all over like she is jerking off a cock. Then she pulls Bonnie’s legs up and pushes at her ass with this dildo. Donna pushes harder and forces it in Bonnie’s ass. Bonnie lets out a whine, because she has never had anything over 5 inches in there before.

After a few minutes of taking her time, Donna starts driving her hips pushing the dildo deeper into Bonnie’s ass. By now Bonnie is liking it and fucking back at Donna. Now Janet reaches down between Bonnie’s legs and inserts an 8-inch vibrator with the flicker on it. This flicker reaches up to the clit and tickles it back and forth while the vibrator is doing its job inside of Bonnie.

About now this is driving Bonnie crazy and with girls sucking on each of her tits she is about to explode with pleasure. Oh God is all she kept saying while the other women kept up with what they were doing.

Bonnie started shaking and jerking around on the table, this excited the other women and they went harder and faster on Bonnie.

Bonnie thought she would never stop Cumming with hoe the others were pleasuring her. She felt like there was no energy left in her body. She has never in her life ever cum like that before.

Now it was Janet’s turn for the same, as each one of them suck, like and fuck Janet’s whole body. They kept it up until Janet was rocking, shaking and jerking around like a fish out of water.

Each one had there turn on each other, until they all had the big one on that table. Then they decided to partner up with one or two of the others. This made Bonnie horny again.

Janet and Val wanted Bonnie for themselves and went into the bedroom together. They all three climbed on the bed and started kissing each other. As Bonnie was kissing Janet, Val went down on her once again and was fingering her ass and licking her cunt. Janet went down to Bonnie’s breasts and started licking and sucking each one over and over.

Then Janet strapped on the 8-inch dildo while Val put on the 10 inch one. Janet shoved the 8-inch dildo up Bonnie’s ass and then Val shoved the 10 inch one into her pussy. They started rocking with the same tempo and kept up this rhythm for some time, causing Bonnie to have several more orgasms.

Val pulled it out and went up to Bonnie’s mouth and she opened her mouth with pleasure. Janet then reached around Bonnie and started rubbing her clit. Val was now pushing her dildo down into Bonnie’s throat and making bonnie deep throat this big fake cock.

This was a big turn on for all three of them and with the dildo’s strapped on; it was rubbing their clits also. They all were Cumming over and over again.

Then Janet unstrapped the dildo and put it on Bonnie. Bonnie just decided to return the favor and started butt-fucking Janet as hard as she could. Val pushed her dildo up in Janet’s pussy and began fucking her with it.

Bonnie reached around Janet and was playing with her nice tits, while Val was kissing up and down on Janet’s neck. Up to her mouth and frenching her, then back down her neck to where Bonnie was playing to lick the nipples.

They kept going for a while until they felt it was Val’s turn to get fucked. So Janet and Bonnie switched dildo’s and Bonnie got her chance to kiss Val. She watched how Val had done Janet and tried to do likewise. Kissing up to her mouth, then work her tongue down the neck to Janet’s big tits. Licking and sucking on each one, then back up. All the while pumping the dildo that’s strapped to her in and out of Janet’s sweet hotbox.

When they had done each other over and over they decided it was time for bed. But Bonnie had other plans as she walked into the other bedroom.

Bonnie entered the bedroom and seen two bodies doing a sixty-nine. She went to the end of the bed and lowered her head down to Tammy’s ass. She wondered what it would taste like sticking her tongue into another women’s ass. So she forced her tongue into Tammy’s ass and Tammy went wild with excitement.

Tammy started bucking wildly and having a really big orgasm While Donna and Bonnie were fucking her holes with their tongues.
After Bonnie knew that Tammy was done, she moved around the other side of Donna and drove her tongue into Donna’s ass.
Donna started having a big one now and as she was shaking hard, Bonnie drove her tongue in deeper.

Donna fell over off of Tammy and they told Bonnie that they had to fuck her now. Tammy strapped on a dildo, while Donna grabbed a vibrator and started going to town on Bonnie. Donna was up high enough for Bonnie to suck her tits while these two were ravishing her pussy and ass. Cause Tammy was pounding Bonnie’s ass really hard about now. And Donna was running the vibrator in and out of Bonnie’s cunt and running it up over her clit at times.

Bonnie exploded again and fell over on the bed with exhaustion. Only to wake up in the morning with Tammy eating her pussy. And Donna sucking and licking on her tits.

Wow what a way to wake up to, being done by these two women in her sleep, she thought. So she just lay back and enjoy this morning alarm clock.

After she had her orgasm, she felt she needed to show her gratitude back at these beautiful women who showed her a great time.

So she went down on both Tammy and Donna. She had them put their Asses together and hold their legs back with their arms. Bonnie got in between them and licked down one pussy and licked up the other. She was at this for about 15 minutes, until Janet came in and called the others.

Janet said look at this girl she is like a pro at this showing them new ways to lick each others pussy’s. As the others gathered around to watch Bonnie lick and suck on Tammy and Donna at the same time.

Bonnie also had a hand on each of the girl’s tits and was playing with them. Her tongue ran down across one clit flicking her tongue at it, to the hole. In and out of the hole, down across the ass hole and over to the other ass hole and sticking her tongue in the pussy as it went by up to the clit and repeating this over and over.

This made the girls get more excited as they felt it and watched what they could. And before long both Tammy and Donna were Cumming, with lots of the juices flowing out of them. Bonnie was of course lapping up every drop of cum from these ladies.

Bonnie got up and told all the girls she must shower and go to get the limo back before her boss shits himself. They all laughed and agreed that it would be best.

When Bonnie was ready to leave, when the women each in turn told her they were glad she was their driver and when they come back they will hire only her to be the driver again. Each one gave her cash for a tip and she shoved it in her pocket, as not to give a bad impression of her.

She went to the lobby and out to the limo to drive back to the shop. When she got into the car she counted her money’s to see how much they gave her.

She had fifties and hundreds all in a ball where she shoved it in her pocket. After she got it all out and organized, she counted two thousand three hundred.

Wow she said, these women were great and man this is going to be a good day today.

Bonnie drove back to the shop with a big smile on her face. And thought that no matter what the guys think of her at work, she knows she is her boss’s best driver. Cause none of the others even come close to what she makes now.

She drops the limo off and goes home, still thinking about the night before.

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I am Allie, my husband Alan and I married young, we were almost forty when we rediscovered our sex lives with no children at home anymore. It happened quite by accident when we came across a porn channel. We soon realized our sex lives had been pedestrian, compared to the people in the clips.

“Compared to these people we have only ever had vanilla sex, just plain vanilla sex,” I told Alan as we both watched fascinated while men and women and women and women had sex in ways we had never even dreamed of. The way we fucked that night was the best sex we had ever had.

We made a point of studying lots of porn clips to ascertain what we could do better, and enjoy, to improve our sex lives. The first thing we did was to shave each others pubes, removing vast amounts of pubic hair. Alan left me almost bald, with just an exciting beautifully trimmed black triangle between my legs, while he asked me to shave all his hair off.

I had always naively thought Alan had the same size cock as any other man, though I soon realized he was almost as big and thick as most of the men in the porn clips.

We asked each other what we liked while we watched the porn clips, amazed at what a huge ***********ion there was. “Would you like a man to do that to you? Or another woman?,” Alan would ask me as I was turned on watching sexual acts I had never imagined.

The first time he worshiped my ass was a revelation for me, kissing and licking it, standing in my heels, legs spread, just like the porno clips, forty-years old and never had my ass worshiped. So good, and he had a full on erection for me as soon as his tongue and lips found my ass cheeks. Then he turned me around, his hands grasping my ass as he tongue fucked me.

I realized we were becoming bi-curious when we started teasing each other by asking, “Would you be comfortable with a same sex person giving you sexual pleasure? Another drop dead woman for me, another hunky man for you?” Fantasising about it was very tempting for both of us.

“Look at that woman with two men, and the way she is enjoying two men, would you be comfortable with two men?, Alan asked me, my perverse smile providing my answer.

“Look at that man with two women, and the way he is enjoying them, one sitting on his erection, the other sitting on his face, would you be comfortable with me and another woman?,” I asked, wanting exactly that to happen as my inhibitions slowly evaporated.

When I asked Alan, “Would you like a man to do that to you?,” while we watched a macho black man standing with his hands behind his head soaking up the sexual pleasure of a young white boy edging his erection,” I was surprised and pleased when he told me, “Yes, I would like a man to suck my cock. Would you like to watch?”

I was even more surprised when I answered truthfully without hesitation, “Yes, I would.”

We went shopping together for sexy lingerie, surprised the smaller the item, the more expensive it was. Watching each other trying on lingerie was an exciting new experience fo us. Until then I had never, ever owned a garter belt, my man’s reaction as he ogled my naked body in heels while trying them on made me want to buy several, then the stockings to match.

In no time we both had a drawer of new lingerie, sexy black thongs and g-strings, cup-less bras for me and skimpy, high waisted black thongs and jock straps for my man. I hadn’t even known men wore jock straps for sport, though Alan’s were far sexier than the sport ones, with his naked ass framed by the tiny straps.

The more porn we watched the more we became bi-curious, fantasising and discussing sex with a same sex partner. I was fascinated by lesbian clips, watching the women in lesbian clips having sex with a hung man in other clips. Bi -sexual was taking on a new meaning for me.

We both learnt new ways to tease and edge each other. We had more oral sex in the next month than we had in our entire past married life. Alan improved his cunnilingus skills every time he tongue fucked me, talking dirty to me, making me squirt for the first time, finding my g-spot with a finger, edging me, a whole new, wonderful and exciting experience for me, squirting and squealing for my man.

It was so exciting for me when I realised I was well on my way to completely losing my sexual inhibitions when I involuntarily started moaning, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, so good, I love it, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” while he was tongue fucking me, sitting on a chair in front of a mirror so I could watch.

We posed for each other naked while taking pics on our phones, constantly improving the quality of the pics. We especially liked the pics of us standing together naked in front of a mirror.

Our new sexuality made us wonder if we had been closeted up until now. Why had we not disclosed our sexual orientation to each other before now? We learnt there are many reasons why a person might not wish to let others know their gender or sexual identity. For example, they may fear how people around them will react.

In due course we decided to identify as allosexual. We learnt people who identify with the allosexual orientation may also identify with another sexuality, such as being gay, lesbian, or bisexual. We were both very comfortable with our dual sexuality in that framework.

I started talking to my girlfriends about our rediscovered sex lives. One of them, Sandra, was extremely keen to listen to me when I offered to show her some pics. “Oh wow Allie, is that really you standing there. naked in heels, legs spread, hands on hips with a fuck me smile? You are hot, and look at the way you shaved your pubes. “Is that your husband? He is huge, thick and rock hard.

“Are you bi-curious Allie? I think you might be? Yes? My man and I are gender fluid, would you like to meet him? You seem unsure Allie,” she told me.

“I am incredibly bi-curious Sandra, though I am embarrassed to admit I have only ever had sex with one person in my life, my husband.”

“Your husband need never know, this can be our secret, our very sexy secret, you are ripe for a lesbian experience. Relax while I seduce you, undress you, we can have a bath together before I tongue fuck you, your first ever lesbian cunnilingus.” I couldn’t recall the last time I was naked with another naked woman, if ever.

“I have had a ground breaking day, though I feel guilty without asking you first. I think you can guess what I did this afternoon,” I told Alan when he came home that night. Yes, Sandra seduced me, I was unfaithful to you, the second person in my life I have had sex with. Would you like me to tell you about it? Yes? In detail, so pleased you want me to tell you it won’t make me feel so guilty.

“You are ripe for a lesbian experience Allie, incredibly ripe,” Sandra whispered as she wrapped her arms around my thighs, them licked her way up one thigh to my cunt lips, then flicking my clit with the tip of her tongue.

A week later Sandra phoned and asked me, “Would you like to watch another man, my man Mitch give your man fellatio, a blow job? Mitch is gender fluid, much younger than us, I showed Mitch his pics. He was impressed, Alan really is well hung,” she told me.

We were watching porn clips of men receiving fellatio, a blow job, from another man on the Tuesday night before Mitch was due on Friday to provide my husband Alan with his first ever fellatio, a blow job from another man.

I told him,”No more sex until Mitch has you on Friday,” as I teased his erection with my lips and tongue. “I want you to be ultra horny and rock hard for him while I watch. His lady Sandra wants to watch also. “Are you going to dress to impress for him? Now fuck me while we both fantasise about it.”

On the Friday night Sandra and her much younger, gender fluid lover were a little tense while they waited for Alan to appear. I especially wanted them both to enjoy my man and I wanted to be turned on watching. I could hear Sandra telling her man, “I want Alan to be turned on by you almost naked body,” as I watched her undressing him, leaving him almost naked apart from a very sexy male g-string, straining to conceal his cock and balls as he sat in a carver chair, facing the door Alan would be making his entrance.

Mitch had a very attractive toned, six-pack body, and a confident demeanour, at that moment I felt it would be inevitable for me to have this man. Alan made his entrance wearing his short. black silk dressing gown. He didn’t even look at Sandra or me as he flashed his gown open, his semi erect cock framed by a skimpy, black garter belt I didn’t know he had, staring directly at Mitch who held his gaze.

Without a word being spoken Sandra commenced rubbing oil over his chest, his thighs, his ass, then his now full on erection as he stood, hands on hips, flaunting his erection for Mitch, still staring directly at him who continued to hold his gaze.

“Are you sure you want this?,” Mitch teased as beckoned Alan to stand in front of him on the chair, before he licked and softly chewed on his nipples with one hand stroking his erection. “Harder?,” he asked as Sandra removed his sexy male g-string, to expose his erection.

“Oh fuck yes, harder,” Alan responded with a raging erection as he glanced at Mitch’s erection, the relieved smile on his face telling us he was pleased his erection was larger than the one Mitch had.

“Enjoy baby, your turn on is my turn on,” I smiled watching Mitch expertly licking the sides of my man’s erection.

“Are you sure you want this?,” he teased again with a hand wrapped around his shaft before he grasped his hips and slid his wet lips over the tip of my man’s erection. “Tell me what you want?”

“Suck my balls first, while I put my cock ring on.”

“Like this? Or like this?”

I was fascinated watching my man soaking up sexual pleasure from another man, a first time for him and me, though I was amazed how comfortable my man was with his cock at full mast, his cock ring accentuating the thick vein in his erection, with two women watching. Sandra and I were holding hands, both of us enjoying our bi-sexual men in action, almost oblivious to us, as we sucked each other’s middle finger.

We watched Mitch working on his rock hard erection, suck, lick, blow, one hand, two hands, then stop, lick and suck on Alan’s nipples.

Sandra and me watched on in awe as Mitch commenced teasing the tip of my man’s rock hard erection with his tongue, then ran his tongue along his shaft before taking it into his mouth, as Sandra and I moaned ‘wow’ in unison, before he slid his pursed lips along three or four inches of my man’s rock hard erection.

“Watch closely, it will be more pleasurable for your man if Mitch mixes it up,” Sandra whispered. “He is going to use his tongue while moving up and down his shaft. Now watch him add a hand, he is going to rotate it around the base of his erection for more sensation.

“Now watch this, he is going to take his erection into his throat as far as he can for a brief moment. Just look at how that makes his entire body tense, and listen to him moaning. Look at the way he is holding his ass and digging his nails in. His goal is always to focus on pleasure for his man, not just an orgasm, and the pleasure I get while watching.”

“They have been at it for twenty-two minutes, awesome,” Sandra whispered as she glanced at the wall clock. “Look at the way Mitch is teasing and edging your man, running his fingertips along his balls while licking and sucking just the tip of his erection, even thicker than when they started. Let’s help your man get there.”

I was standing and tongue kissing my man while Sandra licked and sucked his nipples. He was breathing very heavily while Sandra and I changed positions. “So good, so fucking good, I love it,” he was almost screaming as his body tensed, breathing so heavily. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Now, right now,” he moaned as Mitch bought him off with a thumb and fingertip.

Sandra and I had the most exquisite lesbian sex with the men watching. We commenced before they showered and had reversed positions when they returned to watch. We were both so pleased to see my man with a fresh erection while he enjoyed watching. I was also very pleased to see the serious scratches on his ass.

The four of us agreed to meet again on the Sunday afternoon. All of us were comfortable with each other as Sandra and I were sitting alongside each other, leaning back at forty-five degrees, removing some more items off our wish list, when Alan tongue fucked Sandra, and Mitch tongue fucked me, while Sandra and I tongue kissed between offering encouragement to our men. “Harder, softer, slower, faster, keep going, don’t stop, not yet, so good.”

That Sunday afternoon was also the first time we watched each fucking another partner, Sandra and Mitch, the same couple, who had tongue fucked us earlier. Without moving off the couch Sandra and me were leaning back at forty-five degrees as each other’s man fucked us, their hands on the back of the coach for support, each of them determined to outdo and outlast the other. I really was pleased when my man Alan outdid and outlasted Mitch. A major, new benchmark in our sex lives.

A few days later I told Alan we needed to have a very serious conversation about our sex lives. “We are way past SEX 101,” I told him. “Should we pursue new levels of sexual pleasure? Do you have any special requests in search of new levels of sexual pleasure you would like to share with me?”

Alan bounced the my question back at me when he told me, “A golden shower for me, one of my fetishes. Now please?” Afterwards he told me, “I have watched you ogling boys and girls, much younger than us. I would love to share an attractive boy and girl, much younger than us with you.”

“So would I, I would really like that, I have been grooming two couples for us,” I told him, so pleased with his response. “And I haven’t forgotten what you told me when I asked if you would be comfortable sucking another man’s cock. No, you told me, though you did tell me you might enjoy sucking the cock of a very pretty tranny.

It happened shortly afterwards, perhaps we will both post a story about the boys and girls, much younger than us, we shared. And the tranny,

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Even to this day I still marvel at the perculiar circumstances in which I lost my virginity. I recap it often, usually when I am finger-fucking myself, and I still contact those involved for a little ‘reminisce’ occasionally.

It started on a day in July. I had finished my GCSE examinations, and the senior year got about one and a half months extra summer holiday. The year above at finished their AS level exams as well, and so they had been on holiday for a week or two longer than us. This was okay for me and my sister, who were both quite social people and we seldom stayed in the house for days on end.

My name is Laura Marsh. I was sixteen at the time; I had just finished my GCSEs. I was about 5’10” and of medium/slim build. There was no way I was fat. I liked wearing tight tops to show off my breasts, one of my most treasured assets, and miniskirts to reveal my long, tanned legs.

My sister Emma had just finished her first college year and her AS-level exams. Her birthday was at the start of August, meaning that she was one of the youngest in her year, so she was still sixteen at the time, a fact that I plagued her with constantly during the holidays. “Don’t go thinking you’re better than me because you’re older than me, wait, you’re not anyway!” I would taunt. Emma had grown used to this by now and would roll her pretty eyes at me when I did it.

Emma was like me in a lot of ways, she had magnificent breasts that, since I was fourteen, had a very strong desire to suck on, and she liked to wear tops that paraded them. She wore miniskirts, but not with the passion I did; she prefered to wear tight jeans that showed off her perfect, slender butt, which I secretly had a growing desire to spank hard.

We were quite normal sisters, but we were very open with each other; we would talk about boys, puberty, fantasies or anything.

The day was a Tuesday the 18th of August, or as we now call it, Judgement Day.

Our parents worked full-time and because we awoke at around nine-thirty, we seldom saw them until around seven, when they returned from work. Just days before on the Sunday, myself and Emma had planned with two friends to take the bus into the centre of town and go shopping. However, today was raining, and we agreed that we would forget the trip if it was raining, and so, we had no prior engagement, although our two friends had called and told us that they would probably come around to our house later on.

Currently, I was sat on the sofa watching a cartoon that I wasn’t paying attention to. I was watching the rain, hoping for it to clear up, when Emma came down the stairs, jumping the last three and landing so her miniskirt flew up around her belly-button, exposing her pink thong and beautiful rear-end to my wild eyes for a few teasing seconds. Oh, how I wanted to spank that behind.

Emma took up her usual spot on the floor and began playing with her new mobile phone. She was facing away from me and I craned my head to look up her skirt to get a better view of that behind.

I picked up some litter and walked the long way around to the kitchen. As I passed Emma, my eyes went down to her chest. She was not wearing a bra and her low cut top revelaed her pefect breasts to the world. I was getting horny just thinking about them.

As I entered the kitchen, I asked myself what was wrong with me; I had a secret liking for my sisters’ assets, but until now, nothing more. I didn’t feel like I wanted to rip her clothes from her luscious body until now.

I dropped the litter in the bin and retained my place watching the cartoon. Emma stretched and got up, placing her phone on the coffee table I had my feet on. She then went back upstairs.

Emma was very conscious of how she looked, and even though she looked great, she always wanted to maintain her sexiness. She joked once that she took pictures of herself so he could see if she thought she was still sexy. My heart skipped a beat and I picked up her phone, it happened to have a digital camera incorporated to it.

I entered the camera function of the phone and looked at her saved photographs. My heart began racing at the first picture; Emma’s thonged butt in a closeup. I went down one; Emma fondling her breasts seductively. There were plenty more, and my panties were wet by the time I’d finished looking at most of them. Then at the bottom of the list, something caught my eye.

Pictures with the names, “Lra” and a number. There were about six of these, and I looked at each to see what they contained. To my horror, the first three were of me in the shower, and one of them, me getting myself off with my dildo! I was fit to burst, and looked at the others; there was me on my bed sleeping, although Emma had obviously homed in on some particular parts of me; a closeup of my own butt; and although I was mortified that my sister had these images on her phone, I felt a pang of pride, seeing my assets from a third person view for the first time.

My first instinct was to delete these imges, but what if Emma found out? It would be a breach of privacy on my part, but then again, it was a breach of privacy by photographing me! I decided I would confront Emma, but then it hit me; she was obviously taken by me, and a surge of excitement filled me. What if she felt the same way as I?

Before I had time to ponder further, Emma bounded happily down the stairs, talking to me as she did; “Hey Laura, Andrea just called. Her and Rachel will probably be around later!” Andrea and Rachel were our friends who were quite popular with the boys also, and during my current period of wetness, I momentarily thought of them with no clothes on, it felt good.

As Emma reached the bottom of the stairs, I clumsily put her phone back on the table loudly. Emma eyed me suspiciously and took the phone in her hand. Busted! I had left the photograph menu open. I looked away as Emma turnd off her phone.

I was waiting for a verbal assault, but instead, I was shockd to here the words, “Did you like the pics?”. My jaw dropped and I was too stunned to think of an answer, so I said, quite plainly, “Yes.” Emma giggled and stood back, looking at my crotch.

Only then did I realize my panties showing, and they were wet as hell! As I remoed my legs from the coffee table, Emma spoke again, more seductively this time, “Would you like some assistance?” After all this, my brain was dazed and I nodded a bewildered ‘yes’, and put my legs up on the table.

I saw Emma get on her knees and I then felt her finger brush from my shaved crotch to my butthole. I gasped and took in a lungful of air, still stunned. I was breathing heavily and swallowing loudly. This made Emma giggle. “Is this your first time, Lau?” She asked me, quite matter-of-factly.
“Y-yes,” I gasped as Emma stood up. She looked around the coffee table and found a pair of scissors. Before I could think of asking what she was doing, snip! She cut my panties fight of. I felt the cool air go to my pussy soothingly and the scent of aroused girl fill the air. Emma took a long, slow sniff and moaned in pleasure. My pussy was going to explode.

“Whoa,” she said before she progressed any further, “your clit is huge! You must have loved those pictures!” I nodded in stunned agreement and moments later I felt a warm, wet tongue drag across my pussy. I gasped loudly and moaned in pleasure. It stopped, and Emma giggled.

Before I knew what hit me, Emma had thrust her tongue right into me once again and was softly fingering my asshole with her finger. Her sucking and lapping was unbearable. I ran my hands through her hair and held her head in position. Then I felt it, I was going to explode.

“Emma, I’m going to cuuuuummmmmmmmmm, oh shit, oh fuck!” I half gasped, half squealed as I felt my love juice squirt out of my pussy. Emma continued lapping until all the juice was gone, then she looked up and smiled at me. “Happy?” she said, grinning.

But I was still extremely horny. I took her shoulders and pushed her onto her back gently, sitting on her stomach. “Not yet” I said softly. I repositioned myself so I was lying on top of her. I kissed her, and we atacked each others tongues for what seemed like minutes; I could taste my pussy juice on her tongue.

I slowly backed out of the embrace and went down, licking her erect nipples and softly biting them, then went down further, lciking her belly button. Emma giggled from this as well. I finally reached her crotch, and I cut her thong right off of her, and took it in my hand. I kneeled up so Emma could see what I was doing, and I pushed her panties into my face, took a long sniff and sighed. I licked off all of what I could get of her wetness, then dropped the thong on Emma’s face, who sucked the remainder of the pussy juice greedily.

Emma grabbed her nearby handbag and fumbled in it, before pulling out a long, flesh-coloured dildo, thick and at least twelve inches long. I took it from her ad slowly jammed it inside her. She gasped, “Ohhhhh!” and I bent the other side around and placed it inside my own pussy.

I had a dildo upstairs so I was no stranger to cocks, and obviously nor was Emma. We both leaned into the rubber cock and gasped in unison. It was then I realized we were still clothed. I removed my low-cut top as did Emma, and we both stared in awe at our wonderful breasts, before removing our miniskirts and completeyl discarding our clothes. I was only left with my mutilated panties and around my waist.

I removed the dildo from Emma and bent down to lck her, ad immediately got a headrush. This was my first lesbian experience of my life, and I decided right there, definately not the last. My tongue went down into Emma’s hole and I flicked it agains her clit. I continued doing this upon hearing the pleasurable squeals and moans. Emma was moaning about cumming now, and I quickly removed the dildo from my own pussy and took it in my hand. I spat against Emma’s asshole and jammed the dildo inside. My pretty face was one of shock, surprise and ecstasy as Emma’s orgasmic wailing filled my ears and a load of hot pussy fluid flowed freely into my face. I lapped up every bit, not wanting to waste a drop of the delicious elixir.

Almost immediately, I sat up and directed the opposite end of the dildo into my own pussy. Emma’s body was still spasming in ecstasy, but she redirected the dildo from her ass to her pussy, and we entered a scissor formation, grinding our cunts together, grunting in pleasure as we did, with the loud wet sound of pussy on pussy filling the air.

It was like magic, and we were both finger fucking the other one, so me and Emma came at almost exactly the same time. The juice flowed freely and we lay on our backs, panting and grunting in pleasure as our pussy juices splashed our wet crotches.

We both looked up and grinned at each other. We were far from done. We knew what we were doing to do next. Emma repositioned her end of the large rubber cock into her ass, gasping as it went in, as did I. We got to our knees facing away from each other and got on all fours, swinging back and forth madly. It hurt to begin with, but soon, we were both screaming in pleasure. I was double-horny just from hearing mine an Emma’s perfect asses banging agaist each other, the dildo going in and out, in and out.

As I thought this could not get any better, Emma’s finger found my cunt, and she began tickling it playfully. I responded and we were soon giggling, gasping and moaning orgasmically in unison. We both came at that second as well and pussy juice was all over our floor. I panted loudly and laughed. Emma however, had stopped. I looked around at her and my expression changed from extreme pleasure to extreme dread, embarressment and fear. Andrea and Rachel were looking through the window, their pretty faces contorted to masks of surprise to see me and my sister at it like rabbits on the floor of our living room.

“Oh shit!” I thought to myself, already feeling queasy, “Now we’re toast!”.

To Be Continued!

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