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22dc55881e17155ad355362e46e32b1002e8a2f6b3a16bc795cd3d83d9ac590e | 62,639 | 0 | Chapter 0 - Content Warning and Character Information |
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b49ccc30e04854ddd81df08e033290ae6af14f5ef68b82a8f4375185c0676397 | 61,325 | 1 | Chapter 1 - anime sex doll |
70% of the world's adult products are produced in China,
Silicone dolls are one of them.
They are even more beautiful than real people,
Long legs, slender waist, big breasts, narrow shoulders, and a small face,
It can be sexy and glamorous, and it can also be pure and healing.
It's the look of many men's dream lovers.
whenever necessary,
the image of a lover, wife,
It is possible to live in the body of an anime sex doll.
Among the silicone doll user groups, in addition to singles,
Another 30%-40% have girlfriends and families.
So sex doll,
Is it a sex toy, or a humanoid companion?
Can it emotionally replace real people?
Does its existence have any effect on intimacy in reality?
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b49ccc30e04854ddd81df08e033290ae6af14f5ef68b82a8f4375185c0676397 | 61,346 | 1 | Chapter 1 - What if the inflatable doll is found? |
When you tell your parents about such a correct sexual concept, they will also realize that their children have grown up and need some space of their own, so they should feel a little gratified.
The correct concept of sex is that as long as sex is reasonable, legal, safe, healthy, and comfortable, then it is correct.
When you tell your parents about such a correct sexual concept, they will also realize that their children have grown up and need some space of their own, so they should feel a little gratified.
The correct concept of sex is that as long as sex is reasonable, legal, safe, healthy, and comfortable, then it is correct.
Whether it is blow up doll or other adult products, it is a reasonable, legal, healthy, and comfortable way to solve the needs, so just tell the parents directly. In fact, parents are more worried about this kind of abnormal behavior. So now that I have found it, I will explain what the inflatable doll is for. In this way, my parents will be very pleased. When my children grow up, they should also have their own private space.
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4446bea094762afb5d8d697a9c67f5a4c7bccfc2621397afb94fd9711f542797 | 12,439 | 0 | Chapter 0 - Chapter 1 |
Let me start off by telling you about me. My name is Keli Cumming (yes I know it sounds like a pornstar name), I just turned 17 about 4 weeks ago, and I live at home with my mother Jane and my dog Pervy. We named him Pervy because he’s constantly horny and humping random things. He’ll try to hump me or my mom sometimes, but we push him off... most of the time. My long, straight hair is brown with blonde streaks, and I’m not fat but I’m not skinny whatsoever. My boobs are probably a large C cup or a small D cup, but I’ve never worn a bra so I’m not sure. Anyway, back to the story. I woke up laying on my belly naked, completely covered in sweat and some of my cum, to a wet object wandering around my butt. A jolt ran through my body as I felt the object against my asshole, and I quickly rolled over onto my back to see Pervy sitting at the edge of my bed, wagging his tail with his tongue out. Damn horny dog. I grab a banana out of my mini fridge and lay back in my sweat-soaked bed. I rub my wet pussy with the fruit just to tease Pervy and I lay on my back with my legs spread. Pervy leans forward, sniffing my pussy as the fruit slowly enters it but I playfully push his head away. I tilt my head back in ecstasy until I feel a wet nose at my ass crack below my pussy. I look up to see Pervy trying to get some ass action, so I quickly change positions. I’m now laying face-down-ass-up with my face laying where my ass previously was on the bed. Suddenly I feel his tongue going crazy on my pussy and I gasp as I force the banana deep into my asshole. I start fucking my ass as my dog eats me out. Why does he like licking me so much? Is it my sweat? Well whatever it is, I fucking love it even though I feel so disgusted and fucked up. I feel a wave of pleasure fill me as I fuck my ass faster and I feel Pervy’s tongue working my pussy faster. I let out a quick gasp and my body tightens up, causing my asshole to squish the banana. As I come down from my orgasm, I feel Pervy licking up the banana out of my asshole and I giggle. “Oh, fuck, you’re such a perverted dog.” I said to myself as I fingered my ass, getting any leftover banana. I glanced at my finger curiously and then reluctantly put my finger in my mouth. “Mmmm holy shit.,” I said as I lick the banana off my finger, “Banana’s are soooo much better out of my fucking ass!” I glanced over at the bedside clock and my jaw dropped when I realized I only had 5 minutes before the school bus arrived. I jumped out of bed and immediately dashed to my closet, grabbing a tank top and yoga shorts, not even realizing the tank top shrunk in the wash so now it revealed my belly and barely contained my tits. My shorts hugged my butt but didn’t outline it enough. I slip my fingers in the waistband and pull them up, giving myself a wedgie. I look at my ass in the mirror and smile at my defined ass cheeks and notice my wedgie is lodged deep in my ass crack. Seriously, I looked like a slut but my crotch became warm and moist. I felt my crotch and gasped at the instant pleasure. Glancing over at my clock, I basically said ‘Fuck it’ to taking a shower or putting on panties and tried my best to wipe the sweat off me. I grab my shoes and book bag and run out the door. I walk down the block to the bus stop and see Ashley waiting there. Ashley is a Sophomore who always gets good grades and you’d always expect her to be a normal teenage girl with glasses, except for the fact that she ALWAYS wears low-rise jeans with a g-string. And she wears those jeans low enough so whenever she bends over, her fucking butt crack hangs out with her g-string riding up between her...round, firm butt cheeks.Oh god, I have such a terrible ass fetish. Okay back to the story. I arrive at the bus stop and Ashley checks me out like I’m a total whore in a black tank top and black yoga shorts, probably because I really am. “If you’re gonna stare at me like i’m a slut, you might as well say something.” I announced while grabbing my boobs. “Well, sorry for not talking,” Ashley said as she bit her lip, “I was too busy staring at your nipples poking through your shirt.” My eyes widen as I look down at my chest. Oh my god, my nipples are totally visible through my tank top! I pinch them and twist them as I moan in front of Ashley. We hear the bus coming down the road and i quickly get my shit together. Once the bus arrives, me and Ashley get in and I head to the back seat while Ashley sits in the seat diagonal to me. She sits up straight but with a slight slouch and I immediately notice her g-string hanging out. I can’t help but feel my moistening crotch and pull my shorts down around my ankles. My fingers dive into my pussy and I bite on my tank top strap to keep from moaning. The bus hits a bump in the road and Ashley bounces up abruptly. She casually reaches her arm around herself and hooks her g-string with two fingers and yanks it upward, deep into her crack. I almost cream all over the back of the seat in front of me, and bite so hard that the tank top’s strap breaks. I quickly rip off the rest of the strap to make my top appear as if it was made with only one strap. The bus finally arrives at school before I can cum. Great, now I’m gonna be frustrated all day. Fuck! I pull up my shorts and lick my hand clean, but suddenly stop moving as I realize my boob almost fell out of my top without its strap. I put my book bag over my shoulder and luckily it holds my boob in my shirt. I make my way to my classes, trying extremely hard not to touch myself at all. The rest of the day goes by until 7th period, when I finally admit that I NEED to fucking cum. I quietly enter the girl’s locker room and I suddenly hear someone humming. I slowly get on my hands and knees, which causes my boob to fall out but I don’t give a fuck. I’m horny as hell!! I crawl behind the dirty towels hamper and see a girl showering and humming with her back to me. She has the body of a pornstar but the innocence of virgin. She might be a Sophomore. I pull my shorts down over my ass and place my finger at my back door. Biting my lip, I push two fingers deep into my asshole as I watch the girl wash her gorgeous body. She rubs soap down her body, slowly approaching her pussy, but I stop masturbating as I notice her arm doing a back-and-forth motion instead of an up-and-down motion that you’d usually do. The girl begins moaning and she leans against the shower wall. My jaw drops as I watch her turn around and gaze at her 9 inch cock! I can’t help but finger my pussy furiously and my mouth waters at the sight of her huge balls. “Mmmm oh my fucking god!!” I moan as I fall out from behind the hamper, laying on the ground with three fingers buried in my pussy. “Oh shit!” The girl screams as she attempts to cover herself. “Oh god I’m.. mm fuck!” I yell as I squirt juices and pussy cum all over. The girl watches my body spasm obscenely as I cum my fucking heart out. She quickly walks over to me and shoves her girl cock deep in my pussy. My eyes open as wide as possible as I let out a delayed scream of agonizing pleasure. She pounds her fucking cock in me and I continue to spasm uncontrollably. My orgasm just keeps on cumming and the pleasure is starting to fucking hurt so good. I start beating my fists on her ass as she thrusts in me. “OHHH FUCK!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! OH MY GOD MAKE IT FUCKING STOP!!!! OH GODDAMMIT IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!” I fucking scream my lungs out and the girl laughs wickedly. She grabs my hips and pulls me on top of her, causing my cum and sweat to fall all over her. She begins fucking me with such immense force that my somewhat chubby body bounces and jiggles. Tears are raining from my face but I still want more of this fucking amazing torture. “I’m gonna put this fucking baby inside you!” The girl shouts as she begins unloading a horrific amount of cum inside me. I feel my insides overflowing with cum, but she quickly pulls out and thrusts into my asshole. I began spasming violently until everything starts going black and cum starts flowing out my mouth. I’m about to fucking pass out because of this girl’s fucking unbelievable cock! My body falls lifeless on top of her and she pushes me off. Her cock is still rock hard and there’s still cum left in her sack. She notices that I’m passed out with my mouth open so she gets an idea. She sits on my chest and forces my cock down my throat and begins skullfucking me until she unloads the rest of her cum in my mouth, causing some to shoot out my nose. Satisfied with filling me with her seed, the girl pisses and shits on me and leaves the locker room and I wake up three hours later and realize that school’s over and I’m probably pregnant. I’m so fucking overwhelmed right now. I swallow the cum in my mouth and I realize it tastes sweetly delicious. I began wiping the cum off my pussy and eating it until I’m clean. I get so fucking turned on that I start finger fucking myself with 4 fingers, eventually leading to fisting myself until another orgasm overcomes me and I pass out once again....I wake up a few hours later still covered in piss, cum, and vomit, and I decide that I’m just a fucking sex-addicted cum dumpster. I stand up slowly and limp over to the laundry bin, pulling out the sweat-soaked thongs of the volleyball team. I sniff them and suck on them as I finger my pussy, and then I straddle the side of the bin and starts grinding on it. I am absolutely drenched in cum and sweat and I fuck this laundry bin like a whore until my sweaty body is jiggling like the fat skank I truly am. I’m bawling my eyes out with tears falling down my face as I realize how fucking horny and pathetic I am. I continue to grind on the bin as I cry like a bitch until I reach a colossal, screaming orgasm, which lasts for almost a whole fucking hour. As I come down from my orgasm, I fall off the bin onto the wet floor.“Oh my fucking god,” I say to myself, “I’m such a fucking worthless whore!!!!”I gather each sweat-soaked thong from the bin and tie them together into a rope, but I suddenly hear a noise and I look over my shoulder to see that Dickgirl from earlier peeking around the corner.“Wh-what are you doing here?” I ask the Dickgirl.“I just wanted to see how fucked up I made you”I lower my head in disbelief as I stare at the noose made from the thongs and the Dickgirl picks it up and hangs it from a shower head.“I’m such a fucking whore,” I admit to myself, “please do whatever you please once I’m dead.”The Dickgirl nods in agreement as she helps me to my feet and I walk over to the noose. I gasp suddenly as she throws her tongue down my throat and says “I love you.” I stand on the shower chair that’s built into the wall and finger my beaten up pussy one more time until I cum. The Dickgirl aids me as she starts eating me out.I scream “I’m such a slut!” before jumping off the chair and gag as the noose chokes me. I thrash around violently and the Dickgirl rubs my clit furiously as my breath leaves my mouth. Then suddenly, I stop moving and I just hang there... Dead. The Dickgirl takes advantage of this and starts fucking my hanging corpse before unloading another gallon of cum in me. Everything fades out with wet, sloppy, slapping noises, grunting, and ass crack licking. |
4446bea094762afb5d8d697a9c67f5a4c7bccfc2621397afb94fd9711f542797 | 12,417 | 0 | Chapter 0 - It Gets Intimate |
It’s Friday morning and Kailey suddenly wakes up 10 minutes before her alarm goes off. She quickly sits upright panting heavily and throws the sheets off her pale, naked, sweaty body to reveal a wet spot on the bed between her legs.
“Damn it, another dream about her..” Kailey exclaimed.
“Her” was Cheyenne, Kailey’s best friend. She’s wanted Cheyenne ever since that one sleepover when they were 13 where they dared each other to get naked and ended up kissing the rest of the night. The tired, yet aroused, teen wipes some sweat off her ample breasts, but her hand slowly starts sliding down her body until her fingers disappear between her legs. As she’s playing with herself, her breathing becomes louder and more erratic, almost as if she’s gasping for air.
The lust-filled fantasy of fucking Cheyenne senseless until they both pass out on each other from dozens of orgasms is abruptly ended by Kailey’s alarm going off. As the loud ringing goes off, she jumps and quickly pulls her fingers out of her tight little hole before groaning and shutting it off. The whole ordeal ruins the mood for her and she slowly gets out of bed, pulls the soaked sheets off the bed, and tosses them in the laundry basket. She sighs and lets out a quiet “fuck” before leaving her room and walking down the hall naked to the bathroom where she sees a note on the door from her mother.
“The removable shower head is broken”
“Fucking hell..” Kailey groans to herself.
Kailey always used the removable shower head to pleasure herself in the shower or bath tub in the morning because she doesn’t prefer her fingers. So with that being broken, she’s becoming very sexually frustrated.
“I just want to fucking cum.” She yells in her mind.
After showering, she uses a towel to dry herself off and then blow dries her hair. She exits the bathroom naked and walks back to her room and notices the her clock. She yells “fuck” when she realizes she has 10 minutes to get to school and quickly grabs a pair of skinny jeans and a tight-fitting tank top with a zip up hoodie, completely forgetting about a bra or underwear. Once dressed, she grabs her bag and heads out the door just in time to catch the bus. She heads to the back of the bus where she normally sits with Cheyenne whose fallen asleep, so she gently sits down next to her to keep from waking her. Cheyenne groans and then rests her head on Kailey’s shoulder, giving Kailey a great view of her cleavage in her tank top. Kailey can’t help but bite her lip and moan quietly while rubbing her thighs together as she watches the woman she loves sleep on her.
Soon her fantasies start to run wild and, without realizing it, she starts rubbing her pussy through her pants.
“Is someone cold?” Cheyenne says after yawning.
Kailey snaps out of her fantasy when she hears Cheyenne’s voice and pulls her hand away from her pussy. She looks at Cheyenne who then points at Kailey’s chest and then Kailey looks down to see her state of arousal made her nipples hard, and quickly puts her hands on her boobs.
“Shit umm..” Kailey mumbles, blushing furiously.
“If you were horny, just say it.” Cheyenne casually says.
Kailey just bites her lip and looks at her. Cheyenne looks back at her and suddenly places her hand on Kailey’s right breast, which causes her to gasp. But soon they’re fun is ended with the bus arriving at school. They both make an irritated groan and make their way into the school.
To Kailey, the day feels like it’s dragging on as slowly as possible and she dozes off in ever class, daydreaming about Cheyenne. Then she remembers that she forgot panties and looks down to check for a wet spot.
“Fuck…” Kailey whispers to herself.
She notices a wet spot forming and immediately crosses her legs, hoping she won’t have to stand up for anything. Once the bell rings for her last class, she’s the first one out the door and she walks to Cheyenne’s locker. After waiting for what seems like forever, she starts wondering where Cheyenne is but then she suddenly receives a text from her. It reads “Wait until theres no one left in the hall and then stay by my locker”. Kailey quickly feels that warm, tingling, wet sensation in her pants again as she notices the last teacher locking their door and leaving. Now that she’s alone, she continues to become more and more wet as she waits for Cheyenne. But Kailey starts to grow impatient and decides to go wait by the window. She stares out the window at the field for a few minutes before Cheyenne suddenly comes up behind her and slides her left hand up Kailey’s tank top and her right hand down her pants. |
66ece681560687caf17d17127ed08709e4ff4a60950cc0817b80c84ec64ce363 | 15,670 | 0 | Chapter 0 - Cold |
They said it began the winter of 2014, but Garrett knew better. He had seen the “polar vortex” coming, as they called it at the time. How he had seen it coming even he couldn't explain. Call it intuition. Call it instinct. Call it being a child of the Appalachian wilderness.
He could feel the change in his bones. Like mother nature had gotten sick of acting like the mature, responsible adult in her relationship with man. Forgiving his transgressions. Overlooking his abuses. And, over time, decided it was her time to be the abuser. Her time to get angry.
Garrett had seen it coming. So while the politicians talked, he prepared. While they endlessly argued about the causes, he stockpiled. While they paid tribute to the hundreds, to the thousands, to the millions dead, he built. While they argued still more about what to do now that the damage was already done, he trained.
It wasn't like what the masses had expected. When they expected warmth, the temperature dropped. When they expected cold, the temperature rose. July 4, 2015, Houston, TX: -51°F. New Years Day, 2018, Chicago, IL: 123°F. Labor Day, 2019, Phoenix, AZ: 148°F. Valentine's Day, 2025, Minneapolis, MN: -90°F.
The extremes were brutal and unpredictable. Seasons became only relative measures of warmth and cold as the earth's climate heaved like a woman giving birth. Swinging through cycles in 3, 5, sometimes 7 year shifts. No one could stop it. No one could predict it.
And so they didn't try. They migrated, like birds. Over 100 million people, the surviving population of the U.S., moving north and south in massive waves of humanity. Into the only regions that remained close to temperate during each climate shift. Only a handful staying behind in the cities. Barely holding onto civilization while mother nature demanded recompense for a century of debts.
But not Garrett. He was prepared. For anything.
Except, perhaps, for sewing. The middle aged man growled angrily as the needle stabbed his tough, leathery skin again. Once upon a time, he had taught himself how to sew. He was pretty good at it, actually. But two decades of heat and cold – and age – had turned his fingers into clubs. And the torn overalls he now tried to repair were quickly becoming more frustrating than they were worth.
The fire crackled in the quiet room and he sat up straight. His ears straining over the sounds of wood fire and howling wind. Crunching. Snow underfoot. Rhythmic but uneven. Someone was approaching his cabin. Stumbling toward his door.
He grabbed the 357 revolver from it's niche beside his dining table and took a defensive position next to the heavy wood door. Seconds later he heard the banging of fists against it.
“Help!” The voice was high and feminine, almost the same pitch as the wind blowing over his chimney.
“Please! Help me!” Garrett pursed his lips. He wasn't in the habit of helping strangers. Especially with armed thugs robbing people for a book of matches. But she might have something valuable on her. And her voice sounded genuinely desperate.
He opened the hatch to the tiny peephole he had drilled in the door, breaking it away from a surrounding chunk of ice with the butt of his gun. The moonlight was dim, but his eyes slowly shifted. A single woman stood huddled in the snowdrift. Her body bundled in a heavy parka and snow pants. The garments were expensive twenty years ago. They were priceless today.
With a quick plan and a grunt, Garrett lifted the heavy 4x4 post barring the door and swung it open.
“Thank you! Than- OH!” In a single motion, he grabbed the young woman by the arm and tossed her like a rag doll into his home, then swung the door shut behind her. The gun was quickly trained on her fearful form in the middle of the room.
“You alone?” He barked. She stared up at him, wide eyed at the gun pointed at her.
“Are you alone?” He repeated. She nodded hesitantly. She seemed genuinely frightened. Not the look of someone with reinforcements ready to rescue her. He relaxed his grip on the gun.
“Take off your clothes.”
She blinked in surprise. “What?”
“Take off your clothes.” He growled. “Or go back out in the snow.”
“Why?” She insisted.
He said nothing. He owed her nothing. He was the one being generous here. Slowly, she removed her parka, revealing a pretty face, no more than twenty years old, and long brown hair tied back in a pony tail.
“Give it here.” He demanded. She tossed the bright purple coat over to him. He was right. It was expensive. As was the insulated clothing she wore under it. He stuffed it in a footlocker behind him.
“Two reasons,” He offered, rewarding her obedience with an explanation. “One, I need to make sure you're not carrying a weapon.” He grabbed her boots and snow pants from her as they came off. “And two, I need collateral.”
“Collateral?” She asked, staring at him in a layer of stretchy, synthetic fiber that clung tightly to her trim body.
He grew stern. “All of it.” He expected her to refuse. To begin balling and begging for mercy. Or bargaining for her modesty with money. She did neither. Instead, she began to undress.
Pursing her lips, the newfound warmth in her body making her both more compliant and more frustrated with the situation, the girl proceeded to remove the rest of her clothing. Inch by inch a strong, lithe body came into view. Healthier than anyone he had seen in a long time. Stunningly beautiful.
The sight of her standing naked before him made Garrett smile. Aside from some twenty year old porn and a few weather-beaten strippers during his last trip into Pittsburgh, he hadn't seen a woman's body in a very long time. Certainly not a body this attractive.
“Collateral.” He finally continued, making her wait naked and shivering in the middle of the room while he padlocked the chest into which he had put her clothes. “You try to steal from me, I sell them. They're probably worth more than anything you could take from this cabin, anyway.”
She sighed and nodded, covering herself as best she could with her hands. “Fine. Not like I have a choice.”
“No, you don't.” He agreed. “And speaking of money, how exactly will you be paying for your time here?”
For the first time, she looked uncertain of herself and swallowed hard. “Paying?”
“Yes, paying.” He reiterated, taking a step toward her. “That heat you're enjoying isn't free. Neither is the food I'm sure you're going to want to eat from my pantry.”
She glanced back and forth between his face and his right hand nervously, eyeing the gun he still held. “I... don't have any money.”
“That's a problem.” Garrett responded, approaching still closer. “I suppose you could trade me that lovely coat of yours.”
“How would I leave?” She asked incredulously.
“Through the front door. Into the snow. You might get a half a mile without it, if the weather cooperates.” He was menacingly close now, towering over her with shaggy hair, a long unkempt beard, and grizzled skin.
She stared up at him, her expression slowly growing less fearful and more defiant. “I can help you.”
He laughed wryly, but it sounded more like a growl. “I've lived out here, alone, for thirty years. What can you possibly offer me?”
She paused, as if making up her mind, then dropped her hands and let him see her body. “Maybe... a woman's touch?”
“I don't need decorating tips.”
She stepped forward and he felt her hands reach for the zipper of his canvas overalls, her eyes sparkling as she did so. “I don't mean that kind of touch.”
He smirked, sizing her up. Her previous boldness making sense now. “You done this before, little girl?”
As if in response, she slipped her hand through the fly and fished for his cock, wrapping her fingers around it in a cool grip that made his skin tingle.
“I've done what I need to survive.” Dropping to her knees, she pulled his manhood through the opening and took him into her mouth. Her hands may have been cold, but her lips and tongue were plenty warm as he quickly stiffened under their touch.
“Mmm...” He murmured, finally setting the gun on the table behind him. “It's been a long time. A long, long time.”
“You sure I don't have anything to offer?” She joked, pausing to jack him off with the thick layer of saliva she left behind.
“Stop talking.” Garrett grunted, grabbing her head and pulling her mouth back onto his cock. She was right of course. He tried to pretend that he was utterly self-sufficient. Without need of anyone else in the whole world. But the fellatio she gave him now proved him wrong.
“What's your name?” He asked after a few minutes, releasing his hold on her head.
“Oh, so now I'm allowed to talk?” She asked sarcastically.
“Yes.” He answered brutishly. “What is it?”
She rolled her eyes. “Marie. And yours?”
“Garrett.”
“Nice to meet you Garrett.” Comically, they shook hands like two guests meeting at a party, even as she knelt naked before his dick, wet with her saliva. “So we're being civilized now?”
He was in no mood for her attitude. “You finish here, I give you dinner.”
“And after dinner?”
He shrugged. “We'll see.”
She nodded. “I can live with that.” With renewed fervor, Marie set to work on pleasuring Garrett with her mouth. The promise of a hot meal bringing new energy to her work.
“Fuck.” Garrett groaned, grabbing her head once again. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a blowjob, but this felt exceptional nonetheless. Exceptional and long over due.
“That's it. That's it.” He sighed. “Don't... stop... fuck.” Clawing his fingers through her hair, he held her in place as his body spasmed and semen surged over her tongue. The taste of cum filling her mouth, Marie lurched against his grip, refusing it swallow it. Allowing the gooey white load to flow out the corners of her mouth. Splattering in messy strings across her neck, breasts, and the floor beneath her. Until he finally released his hold and sent her stumbling backwards.
She spit out the remaining contents of her mouth and wiped it away with the back of her hand, gasping for breath. Garrett, meanwhile, simply took a deep breath and put his dick away. He walked to the sink and threw a rag at her, making her yelp at the cold, wet cloth.
“Clean up your mess. I'll check on dinner.”
Marie glared at him angrily for a moment, then sighed and shook her head, washing the semen and spittle from her face and body before wiping up the floor.
“Can I at least have some clothes back?” She asked tossing the rag back into the sink. “I'm freezing.”
He looked at her sideways from beside the pot of soup that he had just transferred from the fireplace to the counter. “No, you were freezing. Then I let you in. Now you're not.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, man. Something? Anything?”
“There's a blanket by the fireplace.” He permitted reluctantly.
“Thanks.” She spat back sarcastically. She wandered over to the fireplace and grabbed the wool blanket from its hook, wrapping the fire-warmed fabric around her naked torso. Truth be told, what he had given her was probably warmer than any of the clothing locked away and she knew it.
“So how cold is it out there anyway?” She asked, crouching by the burning logs to warm herself.
Garrett was unused to small talk and it showed. “What does it matter? We're not out there.”
“Geez, I'm just curious.” She scowled.
He let out a sigh. “Thermometer bottoms out at -60. Below that.”
“Shit.” Marie gasped. “I really would have frozen to death.”
Garrett nodded, then glanced back at her. “What were you doing out there anyway?”
“Trying to get from Philly to Pittsburgh. Snowmobile ran out of gas. I thought I could make it on foot. Probably should have just made camp, huh?”
He shook his head. “You would have died either way.”
She snickered at the grim assessment. “Thanks.” She crept up behind him. “What are we having anyway?”
Garrett stifled a growl at her unwanted intrusion into his cooking space. “Potato soup.”
“That all?” He looked back at her with a glare and she smiled. “I'm kidding. Lighten up. Potato soup is great.”
He snorted at her joke. “There are bowls in the cupboard.”
Marie peered inside and pulled out the only two bowls with a laugh. “Glad I didn't bring company.”
“If you had brought company, you'd be dead in the snow right now.” He offered. “I don't like strangers.”
“Really? With your handsome charm and bubbly personality? I never would have guessed.”
He yanked the bowls from her hand. “You're awfully smug for someone who just sucked my cock for a bowl of soup.”
She pursed her lips, her expression growing even more haughty and disdainful. “I try to find a silver lining in bad situations.”
“And what's the silver lining here?” He asked, handing her a full bowl.
“At least I'm getting a bowl of soup out of it. I've sucked cock for a lot less.”
A grin broke through his gruff exterior and he allowed himself to move past his frustration. “Fair enough.”
Pushing aside the half-sewn overalls he had been working on, the pair sat across from each other at the cabin's only table.
“This is a nice place you've got here.” Marie commented, glancing around the room as she ate. “Running water. Fireplace. Kinda cozy, in a serial killer sort of way.”
Garrett grunted at her compliment, but said nothing else. Allowing a deep silence to descend upon their eating. Which made it even more surprising when he was the one to finally break it.
“What's in Pittsburgh?”
“Huh?” Marie asked in surprise.
“Pittsburgh. You said you were going there.”
“Oh right.” She nodded. “Actually... nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nope.”
Garrett scowled at her. “You risked your life... traveled 200 miles... for nothing.”
Marie shrugged. “I needed to get away. I don't stay in one place very long.”
“You got any family? Parents?”
“Probably.” She answered flatly. “They're migrants. Lost track of them a couple years ago.” He nodded and grew quiet again. They weren't so unalike, in some ways. No family. No attachments. Marie used her freedom to move around. Garrett used his to stay put. But neither of them had any interest in impractical things like relationships or friendship.
“You done?” He asked as she slurped the last drops from the bowl in a thoroughly unladylike manner. She wiped her mouth with her hand and nodded.
“It was good.” He took the bowls to the sink and rinsed them out, not bothering to wash them any more than he had to, as was his habit. He felt Marie come up behind him, her pale white arms wrapping around his torso as she pressed her body against his.
“So...” She whispered in his ear. “What now?”
He had a good idea of what came next, but decided to play dumb. “Usually, after dinner I go to sleep.”
“Can I join you?” He felt her hands move lower, reaching for his manhood through his clothes. He turned and discovered that she had left the blanket covering her behind.
“Sure, but I'm not sure how comfortable you'll be. I don't have a bed.”
She blinked and looked around, surprised by the observation. “Huh... where do you sleep?”
“On the floor, in front of the fireplace.”
She nodded and turned back to him. “Sounds cozy.”
He chuckled. “It's not. But it's warm.”
“That's all I'm looking for.” She looked around the cabin again. “So, you don't have a bed. Do you have a bathroom?”
“Yeah, it's through that door.” She flashed him an appreciative grin and pranced her naked butt into the second of the cabin's only two above ground rooms. Garrett sighed and shook his head. Try as he might to deny it, he was beginning to like her.
Tugging off his boots and unzipping his overalls, a familiar aroma of body odor wafted towards his nostrils. He hadn't bathed in weeks. Nor shaved. Nor groomed in pretty much any way. He wandered over to a nearby shelf and retrieved an ancient bottle of cologne. Spraying it where he thought he needed it most, then quickly putting it away as the bathroom door reopened.
Marie smelled it almost immediately. “Garrett, are you trying to impress me?”
He opened his mouth for an explanation, but nothing came out. She had caught him red handed. If not trying to impress her, at least trying not to offend her.
“There's... um... some blankets and pillows in that dresser.” He suggested awkwardly, turning away from her and pretending to busy himself with the still unrepaired overalls on the table.
“What happened to those?” She appeared beside him unexpectedly, causing him to stab himself in the thumb with the needle once again.
Wincing, Garrett sucked the droplet of blood away. “Tore them chopping wood.” He murmured.
“So that's where these muscles came from.” She noted, running her hands over his strong shoulders, her surprisingly soft fingers feeling delicious on his skin.
“Suppose so.” He grunted, trying to look unimpressed as she massaged the knots in his neck and delts, but secretly delighting in the feminine touch.
“Come here. I'm cold.” She urged him, tugging on his arm as she pulled him toward the makeshift bed. He wondered what he looked like to her. A big hairy brute probably. At least a foot taller than her. Almost twice her weight. While she danced ahead of him like a porcelain snow fairy.
She pulled back the covers and they climbed underneath together. The warmth of the fire suddenly felt inconsequential compared to the warmth of their bodies. He leaned in to kiss her, but she giggled as their lips met.
“Sorry. It's just... that's a lot of facial hair.”
He shrugged, somewhat sheepishly. “It keeps me warm.”
“I bet.” She reached up and laid her hand upon his cheek. Letting her fingers comb through the tangle of his course beard in firm gentle strokes, each knot slowly yielding to her touch until the length became almost soft under her fingers.
“You're beautiful.” He hadn't intended to say it. Hadn't even intended to think it. Yet the words spilled out unbidden.
Marie blushed. “And you are... hairy.” She finally giggled, letting her hand move to his chest and comb through the curly mat she found there. “And strong.” Her hand moved further south, across rock hard pecs and abs. “And kinda sexy, in your own way.”
Her fingers found their goal and wrapped around his stiff manhood. Tugging on it in quick, firm strokes. He leaned in to kiss her again and this time she let him. Allowing herself to melt into his embrace.
Garrett hadn't been with a woman in over a decade, but somehow it seemed impossible to wait another second longer. Quickly, forcefully, he pushed Marie onto her back and climbed over her. For a moment, she seemed ready and eager for him to enter her. And then her eyes flew open.
“Fuck... wait.” A look of anxiety swept over her eyes. “You don't happen to have a condom, do you?”
The question was almost absurd. “If I did, it'd be older than you.”
She sighed. “I cannot get pregnant.”
He scowled, trying to understand what that meant. “OK?”
She pursed her lips, then leaned up and kissed him quickly. “You're lucky I like you.” Scrambling underneath him, Marie flipped herself over onto her stomach, laying her head on her arm. “Alright. Be gentle.”
Garrett stared down at her, trying to make sure he had put the pieces together correctly. “You mean... but... are you sure?”
She smiled, her eyes still closed, her body relaxed. “You're not the first. You won't be the last.”
Garrett's heart leapt into his chest. He had never done this before. Never conceived of a situation where he would want to or need to. Yet, Marie had made him so desperate for release that the very thought drove him wild with lust.
If Garrett was out of practice with making love to a woman, he was completely unpracticed at this. Fumbling to find his mark, he slid a hand between her buttocks and probed for her backdoor. It felt impossibly tight to his touch. Marie giggled underneath him.
“Your hands are so rough. Here, this might help.” She half spit, half drooled onto a pair of fingertips, then reached back and spread the saliva over her asshole. “I'll guide you.”
He felt his cock in her hand. Pulling him forward. Squirming between the beautifully soft cushions of her ass cheeks. Wedging against the tight orifice.
He pulled her hand away and took over. Pushing his cock against the muscle until he felt it give way. Stretching until he thought he would tear her in two. And then sliding into the tunnel behind.
He laid his body against hers. Bracing himself until he was comfortably pressed against her back. Letting his cock sit inside its newfound home. He kissed her cheek and heard a long, shaky breath whistle through Marie's lips.
“You're beautiful.” He repeated, this time with a conscious decision to do so.
She grinned, her face etched with tension. “You are... big. Very big.”
Testing the waters, he inched himself out, then slid back in again. Marie's eyes flew open and then rolled back in head.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, half out of concern, half out of curiosity.
“Keep going.”
“But does it -”
“Keep going.” She insisted. He complied, moving in and out in longer and longer strokes. Feeling the tight muscles of her anus ripple around his cock as he sodomized her.
Marie's face was tense, but expressionless. A mask to whatever she felt as he moved through her with ever increasing speed.
“Harder.”
Garrett was surprised to hear the word. “Are you-”
“Harder.” He felt her move underneath him. Pushing her ass against him. Grinding her buttocks against his pelvis, his cock keyholed inside her. “Fuck me like a dog.”
He backed up and pulled himself out, rising to an upright kneeling position as she moved onto all fours. He had no difficulty finding his target this time. Nor any difficulty getting inside. On the contrary, his cock squeezed into her asshole with surprising ease. In moments, he was pounding his cock inside it. Clutching her hips tightly as his own thrust forward with breathtaking speed.
“Fuck yes!” Marie screamed, tossing her head forward. One hand clutching the blanket until her knuckled turned bright white. The other, reaching underneath her to rub at her pussy. Masturbating furiously as he brutally penetrated her. Until suddenly her entire body shook in orgasm.
She pulled away and quickly crawled around to face him. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes red with tears, but a tremendous smile still lit up her face.
“Lay down.” She demanded, pushing him backwards, off the blankets. Climbing on top of him. Straddling his cock. Reaching behind her and sliding it back into its tight forbidden entry.
Garrett stared up at her in amazement. His mind numb by the young woman's wild sexuality and stunning beauty.
“You like my tits, don't you?” She asked rhetorically. Her tits? Yes, he liked her tits. Soft, round, and natural, they swayed delightfully on her chest as she rolled her hips on top of him. Sliding his cock in and out of her body.
He liked everything about her. From her tits to her wasplike waist to her creamy white skin, sparkling brown eyes, pouty pink lips. Had she been a statue, he would have worshipped her. She was a goddess to him.
She leaned over his body, straining to inch forward just enough for their lips to meet without taking him from her body. As she did, though, he caught her in his arms, lifted her up in his strong grasp, and pushed her onto her back. She pulled her legs back into a wide V and he crouched low between them, sliding cock back within her asshole.
She giggled. “You're getting the hang of this.”
He grinned devilishly down at her, pounding his cock merciless into her. “Cum for me again. I want to watch you do it.”
She smiled broadly and reached down between her legs. Swirling her fingers against her clit. Rubbing her pussy harder and more fervently. Until finally two fingers slipped inside her and she thrust them in and out of her pussy in time with his pistoning of her ass.
“That's it. That's it.” She moaned, staring up at Garrett with longing in her eyes. Whimpering her every thought. “So close. So close. Yes. Yes! Fuck yes!” Her body shuddered again in orgasm. Twitching spastically as the climax rolled over her.
For Garrett, it was the last straw. Try as he might to hold off, he felt the orgasm coming without his permission. A great wave of cum emptying suddenly. Until his cock slowly withered inside her and he felt his seed trickle out onto the blankets beneath them.
He collapsed in a heap beside her. Her body glowing with perspiration, his body covered in sweat. “You are beautiful.” He offered for the third time.
She smiled and patted him on the chest. “So I can stay the night?”
He nodded. “You can stay.” |
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Asha moved nervously through the winding labyrinth of dimly lit corridors, the lights on her groundsuit only barely revealing her path. The terrain underneath her feet wasn't rock or earth. It was soft, rubbery, and warm to the touch. Covered in a thick slime that made her skin tingle when she touched it and clouded her thoughts with strange images. The air around her was humid and tinged with a rich, musky odor that was not altogether unfamiliar to her.
She slipped briefly on the slick floor, the heel of her boot coming down hard on the pliable surface. Instantly she felt a vibration reverberate through the chamber. Was it a warning? Or an invitation? Neither option relieved Asha's anxiety much.
She had been sent on this mission for one reason and one reason only: she was a woman. The only woman on her ship, in fact. The male crewmembers could have done it, of course. It might not have been very pleasant for them, but they would have survived. Many had come before and lived to tell about it.
But Asha was a woman, which meant she was ideally suited to the task. The cruna would like her, they said. She would enjoy it, they insisted. Plenty of women would beg to be in her place, they urged. It was worth a fortune, they pleaded.
That was what put her over the edge, though. Worth a fortune. And she would get half of it. Enough to get off this rust bucket barge they flew. Enough, possibly, to buy her own ship. Her own crew. Enough to make someone else walk into a cruna. Enough to make a man do it. The idea made her smile.
Lost in her thoughts of riches and vengeance, she stopped to rest and absentmindedly put her hand against the gooey wall. She felt it immediately. The connection. A momentary blending of thought, emotion, and sensation that made her gasp for breath. She pulled her hand away quickly, but the feeling lingered. Dancing on her skin like a thousand fingertips.
It was stronger now. Much stronger. She must be close. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see her goal, as if looking through the creature's eye. As if looking through the creature's mind. And in a moment, she knew they were right. The cruna did like her. So much that it scared her.
And yet that fear didn't stop her. Didn't even slow her down. She wound through the tunnels, her legs carrying her even faster. Her feet finding their way through wet and slime as if she had done it a thousand times before. As if this were her home.
Asha was almost in a full sprint when she finally emerged into the central chamber, but she pulled to a stop abruptly. She had seen all of this in her mind, but witnessing it firsthand took her breath away. A vaulted cavern of neon blue bioluminescence that glistened off every drop of viscous moisture collecting on the ceiling, then falling in great drops into the pool of liquid underneath. Falling on Asha's head as well. Such that, in seconds, her body was drenched in fragrant ooze.
She no longer cared. In fact, the longer she lingered, the less any of this bothered her. This was the creature's welcome. She should be grateful that it was so tremendously excited to see her. She should return the creature's welcome.
Instinctively cupping her hands in front her, Asha caught several of the heavy drops in them, then brought them to her mouth and ran her tongue through the fluid. The flavor was as strong as the odor, but not unpleasant. Bitter, yet softened by a strange sweetness. Like the syrup of some alien honeycomb.
As she contemplated this strange substance, the ground vibrated softly underneath her. Ahead of her, in the very center of the pond filling this chamber, a solitary island rose up out of the mire. And on top of it... the cruna pod. Her goal.
Asha's heart began to thump in her chest. She knew what she must do. Not simply because her captain had instructed her to do so. But because the cruna had told her.
Quickly, decisively, she unfastened the collar of her soggy groundsuit and pushed it to the ground around her feet. Naked and alone in the middle of an alien world, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but she knew there was no other way. She wriggled out of the built-in boots of the suit and gingerly set her bare feet upon the spongy ground underneath her.
For a moment, she couldn't move. Couldn't even breath. The connection. It was so strong here. Such that she could see herself standing there. The swell of her breasts. The curve of her hips. Her pale skin. Her strong muscles. She looked so small, so fragile, against the immense presence of the cruna.
The contrast intimidated her, but it didn't frighten her. She knew for sure now that the cruna liked her. Why, she couldn't say. She was totally unlike the creature's own kind. But it liked her. And it wanted her to come closer.
For a moment, she resisted. This was crazy. Utterly ludicrous. To do this to herself for a few credits. For a mountain of credits. For any amount of credits.
And yet, the words of her captain swam around in her head. Plenty of women had gone into chambers like these. Plenty had come out unharmed. Even if the cruna rejected her, it wouldn't hurt her. And if it liked her, she would probably enjoy herself. Oh, would she enjoy herself.
Asha realized calmly that the thoughts she had were not her own. They were her memories, for the most part. But someone, something, was bringing them to the surface. Speaking to her in the only way she could understand.
“OK. I'll do it.” She spoke out loud for the first time since she had lost communication with her ship. Not for the cruna's benefit, of course, but for her own. She walked a few feet forward, stepping hesitantly into the pool. The liquid was as thick as molasses, yet more oily than sticky, and warm. Surprisingly pleasant on her skin. The pool grew deeper the further she walked. Knee deep. Waist deep. Chest deep. Until each step took enormous strength to move through the heavy viscosity.
There was no hurry, though. For once, she could be sure her crewmates wouldn't leave her stranded. Their payday rested on her return as well. Even as the ground fell out from under her feet, she wasn't worried. It was easy to float on such dense liquid. A few kicks and a breaststroke later and she was climbing the small mound at the center. What had looked smooth from a distance was actually far more irregular up close and her feet found places to stand even with the slick goo covering her body.
She reached the top and swallowed hard. The pod had opened while she swam. Peeling back in four leaves to reveal a cavity inside, filled with fluid. She dipped her hand into the pool. It was different than the rest. Still warm, but thin and watery. She tasted it and found that the bitter of the other was gone. It was pure nectar of the sweetest sort.
“It's now or never, Asha.” She told herself. Yet, even as she said it, she knew that “never” wasn't even an option. Not anymore. Climbing up one of the folded-back leaves, she swiveled around until her feet dangled into the center of the pod. Then, pulse racing, limbs trembled, lowered herself inside.
The water rose to her neck before her feet touched the bottom. The moment they did, Asha's heart skipped a beat and she screamed briefly to see the pod begin to close. Each of the four leaves curling up and sealing shut in the elongated spheroid shape she had see before. Frantically, she tried to climb out, but the opening at the top was already too far away. Likewise, she tried to force the pod open at the seams, but it wouldn't budge. In a matter of seconds, she was enveloped in darkness.
No one had told her it would do that. Not one word. If she escaped alive, she would kill her captain for keeping this from her. But, then again, perhaps he didn't know. Or, perhaps, there was something abnormal about this cruna. Something dangerous.
Yet, just as her terror was reaching its peak, a light came on. The same bioluminescence that lit the chamber outside was glowing under her feet. Filtering through the clear liquid until it danced on the curved ceiling above. She was still trapped, but somehow being able to see her prison made the experience more bearable.
“Are you injured?” She could swear she had just heard a voice, yet it seemed almost immediately like it had been her imagination.
“Are you injured?” It was an odd sensation. Audible and yet... not. More real than a memory, yet not real at all. The pieces began to fall into place for Asha.
“No, I'm OK.” She said aloud.
“Are you injured?” The voice repeated yet again. Asha realized her mistake.
“No, I'm OK.” She said inside her mind, focusing her thoughts as much as she could.
“Good. I did not wish to frighten you.” The cruna reassured her, her own focus seeming to reinforce the creature's communication. “You are welcome here. You are very...” The words trailed off, but Asha gasped as a sensation mixed with memories of her journey into the cruna raced over her body and through her mind. It was odd, but the sight of herself walking through the tunnels, touching the walls, even stumbling clumsily, it was all very... arousing.
“Is that how I make you feel?” She asked curiously, her head swimming.
“No. What I feel you cannot understand. I am cruna. You are not.”
She nodded. “But it's close?”
“It is parallel.”
“Does that mean you're... male?” She asked, trying to understand the creature and the feelings it left inside her.
“I am cruna.”
“I know, but... do you have a gender?”
“I am cruna. I am...cruna. I am...” For a moment, the creature's confusion overwhelmed her. Causing her to collapse against the wall of the pod in dizzy disorientation. And yet, as her hands met the warm, damp flesh, her thoughts began to coalesce into a memory. At least, that's what it seemed at first. The event had actually taken place, of that she was sure. But her mind was pulled into two different directions. Until she was looking through two different sets of eyes.
She was in the ship's auxiliary cargo hold. Crowded with sealed crates and drums. The air thick with the smell of industrial lubricant from the heavy lift machinery hanging over her head. Almost unbearably hot from the poorly insulated plasma conduits running exposed on one wall.
And then she saw herself through another's eyes. Felt his passion for her. His longing to embrace her as he squeezed through a narrow corridor between two large containers. The feel of her tiny body in his huge arms as he embraced her tightly. Kissed her. Groped at her body.
“Are we alone?”
“The ship's asleep. No one will be poking around here.”
“Good.”
She looked into his eyes. Saw the desire in them. Smiled at the intensity of his lust for her. Then set to work opening the front flap on his flight suit. Dropping to her knees. Taking his stiff cock into her mouth.
The images became more confused. She could feel him in her mouth. Yet also feel her mouth around him. Feel the intense pleasure of lips against shaft. Tongue against testicle. Even as her lips stretched tight around his manhood and her hand tugged at the base of his cock.
He pulled her to her feet. She felt herself spun around and bent over a PTR barrel. Felt his frustration as the clasp on the rear flap of her flightsuit jammed. Giggled excitedly as it tore loose from the fabric.
And then... then... then he was inside her. And she could feel him moving within her. And she could feel him moving within her. She could feel... all of it. And it was so much. It was... too much.
Asha screamed as her body convulsed in orgasm. Quivering against the wall of the pod. Pressing her naked body against it. Drinking in the cruna's mind even as it overwhelmed her.
“Don't stop.” She begged, feeling it withdraw. Feeling the memory fade into the fleeting images she had previously known of her brief affair with the captain of her last assignment.
“Do you understand?” She had almost forgotten her original question, but instantly she understood the answer. The cruna was not male or female. It was more like... a flower. A self-pollinating flower. Its seeds each an immature, genetically identical copy of itself. Waiting to be planted on some distant planet. But needing a vessel. A shell. A fruit, to continue the analogy. A body, sweet and succulent, warm and moist, to carry the seeds away. A body like the cruna's. A body like Asha's own.
She understood why the cruna's feelings for her were so confused. The cruna's offspring were already born. Waiting like ungerminated seeds to be planted. And the mind that connected to hers was an amalgam of both parent and child. So while the adult cruna might see her as mate and sexual partner, the child crunas saw her as food and home and surrogate mother. They desired her, craved her, but for completely different reasons.
This was unlike anything she had expected when she entered this place. The weight of responsibility felt crushing on her shoulders. And the hunger she felt from the children waiting to enter her was more than a little frightening. What would they do to her? Everyone had insisted that she would come out alive. Unharmed. But she felt the intense compulsion these things had to be inside her. Her heart began to race with doubt and anxiety.
“Please... I don't know if I can do this. Let me go. I need to think.”
“No. It has already begun.” She felt something touch her leg and looked down in surprise. It was difficult to see through the shifting distortions of the liquid that surrounded her, but she was sure she saw a shadow pass in front of the lights at her feet. Something was moving, stirring up the liquid around her.
She tried to reach down and fend it off, but it was too low, the water level too high, and she didn't want to risk becoming trapped with her head beneath the surface. For a while, it seemed to avoid touching her, but soon it wrapped tighter. And she realized there were two of them. Winding around her legs. Pulling them apart so gently that she didn't even realize it was happening until her feet were almost touching the opposite walls.
“Oh god no! Please, let me go! I'm not ready for this.”
“It has begun. My children are in control. I cannot stop it.” She thrashed against the things holding her, but they held her in a firm grip. Another spiraled around her waist. She could see it now. A pale blue tentacle the width of her wrist. It's flesh translucent and undulating with muscular contractions.
She screamed again, beating against the walls of the pod within her reach. But two more tentacles had dropped from the ceiling and quickly caught her arms in motion. Their flesh strong and slimy. Dragging her arms to her sides before the one at her waist quickly wound its way further up. Spiraling around her breasts and pinning her arms against her body.
She was immobilized. Her body wriggling mere fractions of an inch within the slick embrace of the tentacles binding her.
“Don't be afraid.” She could feel the cruna moving inside her mind again. Tugging at images of happiness, peace, and contentment. Laying naked on the beach of Alpha Crucis 3 with the heat of two suns beating down on her. Hugging her parents as she graduated with honors from flight academy. Making love to a long forgotten crewman after a night of poker and Aruelian whiskey.
For a moment, she went still, the images numbing her mind momentarily. And then she saw it. A single tentacle dangling in front of her. Staring at her.
Of course, it didn't have real eyes. The end tapered into a roughly phallic shape before curling smoothly into a wide opening, at least an inch across, which flexed rhythmically with the ripple of the tentacle's muscles. The dark orifice surrounded by blue flesh gave her the distinct impression of a pupil and iris, however, and she found herself in a stare-down with it.
“What do you want?” She asked aloud, knowing the cruna couldn't communicate that way. Yet, almost in response, the tentacle slithered forward. Toward her head. Toward her mouth. Until Asha reared back her head by the little movement available to her neck. Screaming through her nose as she felt it kiss her lips. Writhing against her mouth as it tried to find a way inside.
“Don't fight it. You can't stop them.” As if to prove it's point, she felt yet another tentacle touch her in a far more intimate area between her legs. Probing at her womanhood. Squirming against her labia. Against her clit. The cruna began to flood her mind with sexual imagery. Every man she had ever kissed, sucked, or fucked. Every fantasy she had ever had. All of it filled her thoughts at once.
And suddenly, she wasn't sure why she was fighting it. The cruna had her. It wasn't going to let her go. But this was why she had come, wasn't it? To be taken by this creature. To let it violate her with its seeds. Until she became a walking treasure chest of precious crunite. That she understood the creature better – understood its purpose and methods and offspring – really didn't matter. She would complete her mission. And she would enjoy every minute of it.
“Yes.” As if waiting for the invitation, the tentacle between her legs surged forward. She gasped as it entered her body. She had fucked a lot of men. Pleasured herself with a lot of sex toys. But nothing and no one had ever filled her like this creature did. The intensity of its penetration made her jaw drop and her heart race.
The tentacle waiting by her face took the opportunity. Lurching between her lips and stretching her mouth open wide. Filling it with the bitter sweet goo she had tasted in the outer chamber. She tried to resist. Tried to pull away. But some hidden appendage at the tip of the opening had already latched onto her tongue. Anchoring itself inside her mouth such that every attempt to pull away threatened to rip it from her jaw.
Asha grunted as the tentacle inside her womanhood began pulse and to... to... well, she wasn't sure what it was doing. She only knew that something felt different inside her. Like something was being touched that shouldn't be touched. It didn't hurt. It simply felt... wrong.
“Your womb and your belly are open to my children. They shall take their place inside you.” Tears were streaming down Asha's face as the unknown overwhelmed her. She didn't know what that meant. Didn't know what to expect.
The tentacle within her pussy pulsed again. A huge swell momentarily stretching her wide. Something moved inside her and then...Asha's body convulsed in a blinding orgasm. A pleasure like she had never known sparking every nerve ending in her body. She didn't even care that, at the same time, a similar swell had just traveled down the tentacle in her mouth. A great slimy mass of flesh, like a large squishy egg covered in goo, entered her mouth and forced its way down her throat. Unable to bite down or even move her tongue, she was forced to let it find its own way into her esophagus and then uncomfortably down into her gut.
As the orgasmic haze slowly lifted from Asha's mind, she understood what was happening. The cruna was planting its seeds. Forcing its offspring into her stomach and her uterus. Each planting triggering an climactic bliss the likes of which she had never known.
“How many?” She asked, seeing another swell traveling down the tentacle for her mouth.
“As many as your body can contain.” The thought frightened her. Terrified her, actually. And yet, with the first two inside her, she began to connect to the offspring directly. Began to feel not just their craving for her body. But also their love and gratitude. Their utter contentment to be inside their new home, temporary though it may be. And their excitement to find a new home elsewhere.The second set of swells entered her body and she shuddered violently again with a pleasure that would never get old. The second pair only reinforced the feelings of the first.
“Fill me with them. Fill every inch of me.” She directed the cruna, her mind suddenly bent of becoming home to as many of the slimy creatures as possible.
“There is a way for you to take more, if you're certain.”
“Do it.” Another swell met her and she groaned in an all consuming release. But when she regained her senses, she realized a third tentacle was touching her. Squirming between the cheeks of her ass. Touching her backdoor tentatively. She knew exactly what it meant. And she didn't care.
“I'm ready.” The tentacle pushed harder against the tight button. It's slick body writhing inward until she felt the muscle give way with a painful ache. Felt it stretch her asshole to an agonizing extent. And then felt...Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. As now three more of the cruna seeds were deposited inside her. Her mind cleared and she felt the tentacle pulsing and writhing deep within her asshole. Deeper than she preferred to imagine.
“You have given yourself to my children?”
“Yes. Give them to me. I want them. All of them.” Asha felt the tentacles binding her arms, legs, and torso release and withdraw. Felt her tongue fall slack in her mouth. But she didn't run. She didn't fight. She didn't resist.
All she did was reach up and grab hold of the tentacle in her mouth. Her fingers sinking into the slimy surface as it swelled with another of the cruna's offspring. Holding it in place as the seed fell into her mouth and she swallowed it back whole. Her body shaking again with a pleasure she never wanted to end.
---
“Asha! Asha! Wake up!” Captain Terion slapped at her cheeks lightly as she slowly regained consciousness.
“Wha... where...”
“You're back on the ship. Doc is just getting the last of those things out of you. You did great!”
She did great? What had she done? How had she gotten here? The memories were slow to return. She had spent hours inside the pod. Wave after wave of seeds implanted. Until she felt her abdomen distend in a pregnant swell. And then, just when she thought she would burst, it stopped. The tentacles retracted. The pod opened. The lake of goo she had crossed before had dissipated into a soggy spongelike surface. Heavy, unbalanced, and uncomfortable, she stumbled naked through the cruna's corridors. So weak from hours of orgasmic convulsions that when she reached the mouth of the cavern, she simply collapsed.
Asha groaned and squinted in the blinding surgical bay light. She was lying naked on an upright bed, her legs splayed out in stirrups as the ship's doctor worked between them, yet feeling nothing from the waist down.
“Don't worry.” Terion reassured, seeing her expression change. “The numbness and paralysis are induced. Doc didn't think you'd want to be able to feel the extraction.”
“The extraction?” Asha scowled. Her heart skipped a beat. “Extraction?!” She tried to sit up, but the paralysis made that impossible.
“Of course. Calm down. We had to get those things out of you.”
“Where are they?” She looked around frantically.
“Heril is already refining the crunite out of them. Why?
”Tears began to stream down Asha's face. “No! They were my... my...” She couldn't say it. Not simply because they would think she had gone insane. But because she couldn't admit that they were that important to her.
“Last one.” Dr. Fliss announced from between her legs, holding up a single gooey orb. “Little bugger didn't want to leave.”
“Put it back!” Asha bellowed out.
“What?” Both men looked at her in shock.
“Put it back.” She turned to her captain. “Please.”
“Asha, that thing is worth a fortune.”
She shook her head. “I don't care. Take it from my share of the sale. Just please put it back.”
Bewildered, Terion turned to the doctor, surprised by her request but disturbed by the urgency in her voice. “Will it hurt her to leave it in?”
He shook his head. “No. The creatures are only mildly parasitic. It will grow inside her for a time and then emerge on its own.”
Asha stared up at him, tears in her eyes. “Please!”
The captain sighed. “Well, it's your body... alright. Put it back, I guess.”
Asha sighed in relief. “Thank you, Captain.” She sat back in the bed and felt the doctor reinsert the seed inside her. Felt a wave of pleasure wash over her at its implantation. And felt it connect once again to her mind.
They knew why she had come. They knew that most, if not all, of the seeds would be killed for crunite. Her mind was an open book to the cruna. But like a dandelion who scatters its seeds in the wind knowing that they may never find soil, the cruna was compelled to plant its seeds in her anyway. Plant them and hope that just one might find its way to a new home.
Asha smiled. She had completed one mission. And she had begun another. |
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Valentina Angélica Ramos was her name. It wasn’t exactly easy to fit on a signature line, or the most interesting thing to introduce yourself as. Truth be told, it was actually kind of clunky. The only reason anyone even liked it was because she said it with an accent, which was apparently the key to getting anyone interested in anything she had to say. She had tested it once actually, reading out the back of a cereal box to her then-boyfriend using the accent she had somehow managed to pick up despite never really seeing herself as a Puerto Rican outside of legal status. That had been enough to turn him on, though perhaps that had been because she had said it while wearing an apron and nothing else.
“Oh god, harder, harder!”
Brow twitching, Valentina did her best to ignore the whorish moans of her roommate getting her cunt blasted by her latest boytoy. The walls of their shared apartment were sinfully thin, and the constant thumping of her roommate’s bedframe against the wall which their rooms shared wasn’t helping. She stared at the empty Word document on her laptop’s screen, her fingers typing a shit ton of words which meant absolutely nothing to her as she tried to bang out an essay for her history class.
Her roommate also getting banged out made that hard.
Valentina closed her laptop, her mind lingering on the mental image of her name on a license as she ignored the way her thighs squeezed together. Unlike the frustratingly loud Sara, she wasn’t one to indulge in casual sex with strangers she found mildly attractive. She had been in a rather long-term relationship up until a few months ago, when the strain between her and her boyfriend’s issues had finally become too much for them to handle. It wasn’t as if it was a bad relationship, but the two of them had wanted different things in life. He wanted to move out of the northeast and into Florida, and she very much had not. Though not the only problem the two had, it had ended up being the straw that broke the camel’s back and they split up.
This left her rather sexless, and while she had tried to go on some dates and meet new people, that hadn’t been working so far. Dating was hard when torn between college, work, and the annoying sadness of a relationship gone awry. A good handful of the dates she had gone on had been perfectly fine. A nice guy, good food, alright conversation. Perfectly adequate, but there was no spark there for her. It was just that: fine. And those were the best of the dates. All too often she ended up finding herself stuck with a guy who decided that the secret of the universe must be buried between her cleavage or lodged between her ass cheeks. Perhaps that was to be expected when her (admittedly slutty) roommate tried to hook her up with her friends. Though she used friends loosely. Really, it was just the many guys she had strung along for a fling and then never called back. The leftovers, if you wanted to be cynical.
She hadn’t minded, though that was for a rather specific reason.
Getting up from her desk, Valentina crept across her bedroom to the wall she shared with her roommate. A seemingly innocuous poster was hung up on the far right of the wall, depicting the cover to Avenged Sevenfold’s City of Evil album. Grabbing the bottom of the poster, she lifted it up to reveal a fist-sized hole in the wall. It had been made within the week the two of them had first become roommates, when she had gotten so pissed at Sara that she had punched the wall, her fist going right through the cheap material. Since neither of them wanted to admit to the landlord that they had broken the wall, they decided to simply cover it up. She had put a poster up, and Sara had put a plastic potted plant in front of it.
Peering through the fake leaves of the plant, she bit her lower lip as she saw what had been causing the noises which were plaguing her. Sara was folded up like a pretzel, pale skin sweaty and blonde hair a mess. Her petite body was being sandwiched between her bed and the man that was jackhammering into her. She was clearly getting the pounding of her life, as she drooled like an overwhelmed virgin and clawed at the sheets.
This act of voyeurism was a secret one, something which Valentina wished for no one to ever find out. It was an act born out of a month-long dry spell, something which she hadn’t experienced since high school. The sound of her roommate getting what she wanted so desperately had gotten to her, and she found herself abandoning her pride to satisfy her perverse curiosity of what the hell was going on in there. By this point, it was just a habit. Very rarely would she actually pleasure herself to the sight, as not every guy Sara brought home managed to trigger that switch in her.
It typically took a few minutes of observation before she would decide if the guy was worth the time, kind of like dating but hornier and more shameful. Today was not one of those days, as she felt the click almost instantly. Whoever this guy was, he was more than just a snack, god damn. Rippling muscles which flexed as he railed her roommate into oblivion, short light brown hair which had probably been in some sort of neatened style but was now a mess which somehow looked sexy, a slight bit of stubble which gave him a rugged look, all aesthetics which were nice on their own but never the deciding factor. It was more the vibe he gave off that did it for her.
Unlike Sara (who was a bit busy losing her damn mind), he looked completely in control of the situation. His breaths, though labored, didn’t give an impression that he was exerting himself. The slight sheen of sweat on his brow didn’t change that either, instead making her wonder just what his body smelled like. His smirk toed the line between cocky and confident just well enough to make her knees feel weak, and his enchanting green eyes were narrowed in the lustful focus that only a practiced top had. He was clearly the dominating type, and not in the cringe way that most guys tried to be. There were no overly loud profanities or porno level dialogue coming from him, just a calm whisper which she couldn’t quite make out but must’ve been good as her roommate went wild. There also wasn’t any unnecessary aggression on his part, something which most novice doms would indulge in way too much. Really, he was borderline gentle with his touch, though it was hard to tell. His steady and controlled movements felt powerful, even from just a spectator’s point of view. It was only really the slow thrusts which clued her in, as a lot of guys tended to equate rough with fast.
Was all that a lot of unnecessary detailing? Yeah, it was. But it was that sort of detail which invested her in the moment, as she quietly slipped her short shorts down her thighs and began to softly rub at her panties. Valentina rolled her tank top up, bunching it up and biting on the fabric to keep herself from making any noises as she pinched her nipple. The view was S-Tier, one of the best she had seen from Sara so far. But while that definitely got her motor going, it wouldn’t be enough to really guarantee her a really orgasmic climax. That was where the fantasy came into play, and already her mind was beginning to play one of her favorites.
Valentina walked up the stairs to the apartment her and her boyfriend shared, fitting her key into the lock as she opened the door and grumbled about her lousy day at work. Entering the apartment, a heavy pit formed in her stomach as the faint sounds of a bed creaking met her ears. Closing the door behind her, she slipped off her heels and gulped as she hesitantly made her way to the bedroom. The creaking grew louder as she got closer, her heart thumping in her chest as the voices of her boyfriend and some other woman became clear. The door to her bedroom stood before her now, looming over her sub five-foot frame as a shaky hand grasped the knob and she turned it open.
“Valentina!”
There was the love of her life, treasure of her soul, naked as the day he was born as some blonde whore rode him like a mechanical bull. His eyes were wide and face panicked, not because he felt bad for cheating on her but because he felt bad for getting caught. The blonde, meanwhile, just turned her head to the door and sneered.
“Oh look, if it isn’t the girlfriend herself. Don’t mind me, I’m just helping myself.”
Not once did the blonde stop riding her boyfriend, tight ass bouncing on his waist as she grabbed one of his hands and led it to her small breast. He didn’t even try and stop her, try and pull her off his crotch and explain himself. He just sat there, groping her chest and grunting as he fucked another woman.
“Sorry Val, I just couldn’t resist her. She’s just so much sexier than you, less fat and so much tighter.”
She groaned, hand touching her soft stomach and feeling the small amount of fat that was there. The weight she did have was all centered around her chest, thighs, and ass, but it did little to take away the sting from her imaginary boyfriend’s insult as she rolled her nipple between her fingers before lifting her heavy breast up. Her mouth let go of the rolled up bit of shirt, and she took her own nipple into her mouth as she fell back into the fantasy.
Her bag fell to the ground as she lost the strength to hold it, eyes wide and jaw open as she watched some harlot fuck her boyfriend right before her eyes. Her presence didn’t seem to do much to stall the two adulterers, as her boyfriend flipped the blonde onto her back and began to ram into her with much more enthusiasm than whenever they had sex together.
“Ah! That’s it, fuck me in front of your useless girlfriend!”
The bed creaked and groaned as the blonde’s fluids began to leak onto her favorite set of sheets, staining them in such a way that they were never fully going to get washed off. The framed picture of the two of them during their first date was knocked to the ground as the bedframe hit the nightstand it had been sitting on, the glass shattering as she fell to her knees helplessly.
Her fingers found the edge of her panties, sliding them partway down her thighs as she skipped the teasing and sunk two of her fingers into her pussy in one go. Her fingers pumped in and out of her as she watched the sweat roll down the stud’s pecs. She sucked on her own tit with a muffled desperation as she tried to keep herself from moaning, already reaching the edge of climax due to her pent up sexual frustration.
The telltale signs of her boyfriend getting close to orgasm roused her from her shock, and she reached out one hand towards him in a pathetic attempt to get his attention. “W-Wait, please don’t do it inside of her. P-Please don’t-“
He grunted, holding himself at the hilt as he dumped his load into the sexy blonde beneath him. The other girl just gasped, sticking her tongue out as she moaned almost mockingly while maintaining eye contact with her. Forced to watch as the love of her life impregnated another woman, Valentina felt her heart shatter as he pulled out of the blonde with a satisfied smile.
“Aw, are you upset that your boyfriend came in me? Here, why don’t I share some with you?”
The woman turned around and presented her well fucked cunt to her, cum leaking from her hole. Valentina wanted to scream at the bitch who had stolen her man, wanted to run away or even just punch her. But a pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulder and the back of her head, shoving her into the blonde’s pussy as her boyfriend’s voice whispered in her ear.
“Lick her clean.”
Tears fell from her eyes as she did as she was told, shoving her tongue into the other woman’s cunt and scooping out the cum. The salty taste of her boyfriend’s cum was overshadowed by the citrusy flavor of the blonde, the two flavors mixing together in such a way that she could never think of her boyfriend’s cum without thinking of this damned mixture. She glanced up, crying even more as the cocky gaze of the blonde stared down at her.
“When you’re done, why don’t you cook us some dinner? We’re going to be hungry by the time we’re finished.”
Her body shuddered as she hit that sweet high, mouth sucking so hard on her nipple that she was afraid milk would come out. Her boob dropped as her lips let go of it, and she pulled her fingers out of her snatch before putting them in her mouth instead. Her tongue rolled around the digits, slipping between them as she indulged in her perverted desires. She turned her gaze back to the duo in the other room, watching as the stud pulled out of Sara and began to- Jesus Christ, Monster can Astolfo has nothing on this guy.
His dick was thick, enough so that she was unsure if her (admittedly small) hand could wrap around it. Fuck, that had to be at least as big as her forearm. She could see the veins of it from here, his heavy balls hanging beneath it as several thick shots of jizz shot out of him and onto Sara’s stomach. The size of his load was unreal, practically painting the girl white before he finally finished. God damn, she wanted to just shove her face in there and get the biggest fucking whiff of her life. Holy shit. Just imagining the scent was enough for her to-
She pulled her head out from under the poster, shaking herself free from those lustful thoughts before she could convince herself to go again. Pulling her shorts and underwear down, she threw her panties into the hamper and pulled her shorts back up, doing her best to ignore how the fabric clung tightly to her crotch giving her a bad (or great) camel toe. Putting her tank top back into place and adjusting her boobs, she tiptoed away from the poster and crawled into bed. Slipping under the thin covers, she sighed as the shame of her fantasy finally hit her.
It was a fantasy which had popped into her head one lonely night when watching her roommate’s escapades and had promptly led to one of the strongest orgasms she had ever had while masturbating. The week of being unable to look at herself in the mirror hadn’t been as great, but that didn’t change just how much that desire got her off. It had been a tricky realization to balance, as she was forced to reconcile the difference between fantasy and reality quickly. If she actually did find her boyfriend cheating on her, no amount of arousal would be able to overshadow the emotional devastation she’d feel. However, fantasies by definition were often pretty unrealistic. Indeed, while the real Valentina would probably stab a bitch, the imaginary one would sooner watch with naked arousal.
Of all the kinks she knew she had, this one was definitely the weirdest. How exactly could you indulge in watching your boyfriend cheat on you without having them cheat on you? A conundrum that was, and one she wasn’t too eager to find the answer to right now. Besides, the odds of her finding someone willing to indulge her kink without going overboard and deciding to sleep with any woman they wanted were low at best. Call it cynicism, but she didn’t think such a guy would be easy to find.
Hell, her last boyfriend was barely able to satisfy her normal kinks. She had loved the man, she really did, but he had been frustratingly vanilla. She wouldn’t fault him too hard for being out of his depth there, as she was a very different kind of gal in bed than out of it. Typically, she was the type to take charge in a situation and was quick to voice her opinion. Her ex had enjoyed that part of her, often deferring to her in most situations. It was nice when deciding where to go to eat, not so much when she wanted him to spank her ass red.
That was probably the problem with two subs getting together. No matter how good the sex, the specific itch of that kink in particular would never really get scratched. Her ex being so plain with his kinks made it even worse, as the mere idea of choking her or slapping her tits was enough to make him uncomfortable. It hadn’t been a deal-breaker while they were together, but she’d be lying if she said it hadn’t caused a little bit of stress on her part regarding their relationship.
You really couldn’t make someone get into your kinks, no matter how hard you try. Some people may be able to fake it better than others, but there always was a slight distance between them and their actions, at least in her experience. Nothing was better than when two people shared most of the same kinks, because at least then it was easier to sort of swing into bits you otherwise wouldn’t care for. So the fact that she somehow managed to almost always attract submissive men was a particularly annoying grind to her gears, but she wasn’t going to blame them for that.
She was very willing to take the blame in this case. Having been short all her life, she ended up becoming a rather assertive person in day-to-day life in order to compensate. Add in her tendency to get physical with people who pissed her off and general Latina wrath, and most people ended up assuming she was a “dommy mommy” in bed. The complete opposite of the truth, but that didn’t change perception in the slightest. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t attempted to be a bit more dominating before. In fact, she ended up being forced to take that role in her last relationship since her ex had been so passive. But it really just did nothing for her sexually.
To be honest, Valentina had no idea how she ended up being such a desperate submissive in bed. She was incredibly confident in herself in just about every other situation, how couldn’t she be? She had tits bigger than some heads, an ass that wobbled like jello, and thighs softer than a fucking pillow. At the risk of sounding egotistical, she was hot as fuck. And her brown skin only added to that wow factor, giving her a more exotic look. She used to be a bit insecure about her shoulder length hair, but apparently this was the century of the tomboy so it was appreciated just as much as the rest of her was. Her features were a mix of soft cuteness and heated seduction, having perfected the art of making her chocolate brown eyes smolder whenever she wanted.
Just goes to show you how weird the human mind was. Maybe her standards were just too high, but was it really too much to ask that her boyfriend was able to indulge in her kinks as well as not be an asshole? Finding guys who were kind, considerate, and willing to smack her around while plowing her into a wall was a fucking labor worthy of Heracles, so maybe it was time to start broadening her type a bit.
At the very least her relationship woes were enough to distract her from having to worry about what the ramifications of her budding cuckquean fetish would be on her nonexistent relationship, so there was that.
Burying her face in her pillow, she closed her eyes and hoped to god that she was able to get some sleep tonight. Despite having stayed at home on a Friday in order to get some work done, she didn’t want her weekend to be a total waste. Tomorrow was Saturday, after all, and she had managed to save up enough in her activity piggy bank to treat herself to a nice dinner without worrying about funds.
Mmm, a steak sounded so good right now.
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Awakening from the dream land of Steaksville, Valentina cracked an eye open and cursed at her alarm as it blared in her ear. In her… excitement, last night she had neglected to turn the damn thing off. She slapped the top of the alarm, annoyed and now unable to fall asleep despite it being the ungodly time of seven am. Dragging herself from the bed, she threw her thin blanket off and once more adjusted her tank top with a yawn. The idea of changing into something a bit more conservative sprang to mind, but she tossed it out immediately. Sara was an even worse morning person than she was, and she doubted the rando she brought home would be up either. Her tank top may end at the top of her stomach, and her shorts may reveal a bit more ass than was appropriate, but she was too tired to care right now. Food first, modesty later.
Throwing her door open, she stepped out of her bedroom with a slouch as she entered the living room. Before she could even think to get more than a few steps in, the smell of bacon hit her nose. Her eyes, still hazy with sleep, took longer than necessary to turn to the kitchen and attribute the smell to the presence of the rando that she had been unashamedly fantasizing about last night. It took even longer to stop watching the muscles of his back and instead actually get her bearings together.
And even then, she still stared as she walked towards the kitchen. With a less lustful gleam to her gaze than before, she noted that he looked rather different than most guys. His hair and slight ruggedness reminded her of a country boy, someone used to working long hours in the sun and had the tan to prove it. In a sense, he reminded her of a hard working farmer.
He must have sensed her presence (or just felt her burning holes in his back), as he turned his head around and gave her a nod. “Good morning, you must be the roommate Sara had barely mentioned. Sorry about the noise.”
His voice was off. It didn’t have the ghettoness of inner-city guys but also lacked the awful sound of those from the island or the pompousness of those from the ritzy part of town. There was a bit of a country twang to his words, but it was very slight and almost completely overshadowed by just how proper he sounded. Though deep, his voice wasn’t overbearing or felt as if it was vibrating through his chest just to get out from between his lips. It was light and very firm, well-articulated too.
“Don’t worry about it.”
She pulled out one of the cheap stools that sat under the kitchen counter, hopping onto it in a way that she just realized made her boobs bounce distractingly. The boytoy, however, was the perfect gentleman and didn’t do much more than glance before returning to cooking breakfast. Resting her face on her hand, she watched as he went through the effort of making more than one batch of pancakes and eggs, raising her eyebrow at the misplaced effort. “No offense, but you know she’s just going to dump you after today, right?”
Sara wasn’t exactly the best person around. The woman was the type who believed that “variety was the spice of life”, to a frankly insane degree. The longest a guy had lasted with her was about a month, and that was only because she had also been two-timing him with one of his teammates. To be frank, she was kind of a bitch, but she paid the rent so eh.
“Obviously. Anyone who seems eager to get a date over with for the sex really isn’t in it for the long haul. That being said, the sex was nice so why not be a thoughtful guest and make some breakfast before I get sent packing.”
That had not been the answer she was expecting, much less with such a humorous tone. It was enough to make her snicker slightly, amused by his nonchalance. “How considerate of you, blowing her taste buds out after blowing her back out.”
He smiled at that, loading up a plate with eggs, two strips of bacon, and a pancake as he shook his head. “How crude of you, though I suppose I shouldn’t be talking considering I’m cooking in someone else’s apartment in my underwear. Here you go.”
Sliding the plate in front of her, he pulled out a glass from the drying rack and poured her some of the orange juice kept in the fridge. Eyeing the food with more than a little surprise, she picked up the utensils he had put on the plate and scooped some eggs into her mouth. “Cooking for the roommate too? You hoping to score two for two, pal?”
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he regarded her, still smiling as he poured the pancake batter she had bought earlier that week. “I managed to hit silver with Sara, but I doubt I could hit gold with you. So just consider it a friendly gesture, even if I had to use your ingredients to do so.”
Invasion of space that it was, she wasn’t going to deny that she enjoyed it. He had actually seasoned the eggs, a rarity among basic breakfast cooks. If she had to guess based on what little seasonings they had, it was black pepper and a touch of garlic powder. Perhaps that would be a bit much for some, but considering how often the overpowering flavor of adobo and sazón found its way into most of her foods, it was a welcome addition in her mind. “No wonder you got with Sara, you’re a shameless flirt. Though one who makes some pretty decent eggs, if I’m gonna be honest.”
She really hadn’t been expecting to make small talk with her roommate’s one night stand, but there was a first for everything. Especially if it meant she didn’t have to cook breakfast. Maybe she should do this more often.
“Guess so, though it hasn’t exactly gotten me farther than a bedroom.”
It was hard to figure out if that was a brag or not, as despite the cocky implications he had sounded more than a little disappointed by the fact. She cut into her pancake and bit into it, almost losing her train of thought as she tasted the fluffy goodness. Swallowing the pancake, she resisted the urge to get another piece and instead maintained the conversation. “Must suck having sex all the time.”
He laughed openly at that, not insulted or bothered by her snark in the slightest as he put together another plate and pushed it to the side. “Don’t get me wrong, sex is great and all. But it does get a bit old when it’s just that, you know?”
She very much did, considering it was the only reason she was even having a dry spell in the first place. No point in sex unless it was with someone she was in a relationship with. “I get it. There’s something about doing it with someone you care for that really makes it just that much more wow.”
Unbidden, she found herself slouching forward slightly as the reminder of the most empty part of her life came barging into her mind. She bit into a piece of bacon, hoping that the delicious crunch of it would solve her sadness. It didn’t, but it tasted good at least.
“Not having the best of times romantically either, huh?”
Finally putting together his own plate, he turned the stove off and began to gather all the pans and dishes he had used. Pouring some soap onto the sponge, he turned on the sink and began to wash the dirty dishes. Taking another bite of her eggs, Valentina sighed a bit as even at the fact that even a total stranger could see through her. “Yuuup, right in a rut, that’s where I’m at. At this point, I’m debating just giving the next guy I see a chance just for the hope of it.”
He whistled at that, grabbing a paper towel and using it to soak up the grease from the pan he had used to cook the bacon. Getting all the nastiness out of there, he tossed it into the garbage pail beside the sink. “As much as it may ruin my chances with you, I’m going to say that you should probably not do that. You deserve what makes you happy, and compromising on that just to make happiness come quicker is just going to leave you disappointed.”
Huh, that was not the response she was expecting. Sitting up a bit straighter, she reappraised him in her mind as she finished off what remained of her pancake. “Gonna be honest, did not expect that. You’re different from what I thought you’d be like.”
Another laugh escaped him as he placed the pan on the drying rack and began work on the next. “I get that a lot. Most either assume I’m some naïve country boy or some dumb gym rat.”
Her gaze fell away from his face and towards his physique, lingering on his ass before she eventually tore herself away from that sculpted masterpiece of a tush. “So what are you then, Mr. One Night Stand?”
He rolled his eyes as he began to wash the bowl he had used to hold the eggs, giving it a hearty scrub before moving onto the fork he used to whisk them. “I’m a literature nerd, I’ll have you know. Biggest bookworm in my hometown, though considering you could fit everyone who had lived there into a small sports arena and still have room leftover, that probably isn’t saying much. And my name isn’t ‘Mr. One Night Stand’, it’s Abel. Abel Lustcraft, if you want to find me after this morning.”
Abel added that last part in with a wink, a grin on his face revealing his less-than-serious intentions. Not that a mere wink was going to distract her from the important part of that introduction. “Valentina, and your last name is Lustcraft? Seriously?”
It sounded like a stage name for a really corny porno actor, something which she was disappointed that she compared it too so quickly. Her familiarity with porn was almost depressing at this point, not that she was going to stop.
“It was my father’s name, and I wanted to piss off my mom and her husband. Besides, it’s unique and a real conversation piece. A good one too, considering it got you.”
You know what, he had a point there. Downing her orange juice in one go, she shrugged her shoulders and admitted he was right. “Fair enough. Though if you don’t stop flirting, I may start thinking you’re serious.”
She arched her back a bit, giving him a slight pout as she pushed her chest forward. He took notice right away, biting the side of his lip as he grabbed her dirty plate, glass, and utensils. “And here I was trying not to test my luck after last night.”
His movements this time were a bit sloppier, washing her dishes with a bit less care than he had before as most of his focus was stuck on her. Enjoying the attention from a surprisingly down to Earth guy, Valentina leaned forward and exposed her cleavage even more than her skimpy tank top already did. “Again, fair enough. Most girls don’t exactly like the idea of sloppy seconds, no offense.”
He shut off the faucet, wiping his hands with the hand towel hanging by and turning to place his hands on either side of the counter she leaned on. It was then that she really got a grasp of how much taller than her he was, at least a foot and a half. Though that bit seemed even greater as he loomed over her, eyes narrowing as his grin turned a bit more wicked. “And how do you feel about that?”
A shiver went down her spine as his voice took on a whispery quality to it, yet still managing to somehow command her attention as she slid her hand across the table. “I don’t mind it at all.”
She stopped her hand before it could get to the other side where his underwear was, restraining herself lest she end up giving into her cravings. He seemed to recognize that, and backed up a bit as his expression softened. “Feels a bit awkward asking you out after what happened last night, but I’d be a fool not to. Are you free at all this weekend?”
Giving him another once over, she decided that whatever plans she did have for the weekend could be rescheduled. “I’m free this evening, if that’s alright.”
It was a bit of a stretch, assuming that he would be able to make room for a date that very day. However, luck must have been on her side as he all but beamed. “Sounds perfect.”
He blinked for a moment, before chuckling to himself. Giving him an inquisitive tilt of the head, he waved her concern away and clarified his amusement. “Sorry, my brain just caught up to how absurd of a situation this is.”
Going over it in her own head, she couldn’t help but agree. How many people organized a date after one of them had just finished banging the other’s roommate the previous night? It definitely was weird, but she was a little desperate for some action and he was actually really fun to talk to. Bonus, he was also hot as fuck. “True that, but I’m not gonna question it.”
“Same here.”
She watched as he began to finally eat his own breakfast, continuing their conversation as the morning ticked by. For the first time in a while, things were actually starting to work out for her romantic life.
Here’s to hoping that luck continued.
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To start off, I wrote this in about five hours from like 10 at night to 3 in the morning. The idea came to me randomly after catching up on a romcom webnovel (not naming names) that had barely progressed the romance after over 250 chapters. Admittedly those chapters were very short, but still, what a case of blue balls. And there was no way I was going to pay for the author’s non-canon NSFW patreon bits. I ain’t that desperate for smut.
So the idea of a romcom was already in my head, and add my annoyance at the glacial pace of it to the mix and this sort of spawns in. I hadn’t gotten too far into thinking about it as I had been in the middle of sweeping my living room, but as I was nearing completion of that task I accidentally came up with the title “Daily Life of a Cuckquean” and I wasn’t about to let it go to waste. After a bit of brainstorming while eating dinner (I eat dinner late, don’t judge), I came up with the characters and basic premise before pacing around my kitchen to hammer out some of the finer details. That was only about two hours of work, I’ll admit, but I think I did a good job creating a good foundation for the characters and setting.
I’d also like to preface that I am a boringly straight dude, so excuse me if I don’t get the female perspective 100% right. My lack of tits and ability to get a fair wage (oof, spicy joke there) prevents me from truly understanding women as they do. Not that it’s going to fucking stop me. I’d also like to say that I’m not into NTR, in spite of this premise. It really isn’t my thing, and I don’t fully understand why people like it. However, being able to bullshit and pretend that I know things that I don’t is a necessary skill for any writer so fuck it, we cook.
This has been A Decent Hoonter, and I’m now starting to realize that I don’t see a lot of porn from a female perspective, which isn’t surprising to me.
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Her conversation with Abel didn’t last nearly as long as she had wanted it to, as her roommate had come crashing into the living room/kitchen and immediately did her best to monopolize his attention. It was vexing, but Valentina took some comfort in watching from the sideline as he responded to Sara’s attention with a somewhat distracted tone. Even if she got off on seeing someone steal her boyfriend, she’d rather just have a boyfriend than a single moment of ecstasy.
She had only really stood in the main area so that she could hopefully see him off. Unfortunately, her roommate made that impossible as the girl all but shoved him out once breakfast was done and it was clear that she wasn’t going to get a morning quickie. The blonde then sprawled out on the couch, taking pictures of herself on her phone while Valentina got ready for the day.
Her morning ritual wasn’t all too complicated. Just a quick shower and brushing her teeth, occasionally with a bit of self-love thrown into the mix if she needed a pick me up. However, with one of the first dates in a long while that she was actually looking forward to being just around the corner, she felt no need to frig herself off. That would come later, when she had some positive memories to turn into a rocking fantasy.
If she had some positive memories.
Pessimism was a nasty little thing, always getting in the way of her enjoyment of things. Whether it be raining on her parade or making her stress over grades, pessimism never missed its mark. And even now, as she walked back to her room with a towel wrapped around her chest and hair, it continued to annoy her. What if he wasn’t as sweet of a guy as she had thought he was? What if he was actually an asshole just putting on an act to get into her pants and then ditch her? Worse, what if she screwed up the date somehow and lost her chance at a proper relationship?
That last thought stuck harder than the others. The last few dates she had been on weren’t exactly stellar, never progressing past the first or second meeting. The last first date she had which actually led to a serious relationship had been with her last boyfriend, and that had been almost two years ago. Did she even know how to date anymore? The last few months had been a bit of a haze of lust and frustration in regards to her romantic life, as she found herself indulging in more and more debaucherous masturbation sessions just to get at that itch. It had gotten to the point where Skyrim was just a sex game to her now, not to mention how lewd her totally-legal-and-not-pirated-at-all copy of the Sims was.
The curse of being really horny while having high standards.
What she needed right now was a game plan. Locking her door and dropping her towels, she opened up her closet and began to rummage through what clothes she owned. Abel had invited her to the steakhouse down on Main Street (Pen’s), which was actually a bit fancier than she had thought he would suggest. It was a twenty minute drive there (living on the Island was pain in the ass without a car), and she had insisted on meeting him there. No way was she going to make the mistake of having her date drive her, not when there was a chance of the date going terribly and her being stuck with him as her ride back home. So she was going to have to get gas on the way, considering she was close to empty last time she checked. That was fine, she had the money for it. She wouldn’t need to wear heels or platform boots, considering she had managed to fix her pedal extenders (being 4’10” sucked).
There was also the matter of what she was actually going to wear, something which she was struggling to figure out as she all but tore through her closet. She had gotten kind of comfortable when she had been with her boyfriend, not bothering to replace all of the clothes she had when she ended up outgrowing them. When they broke up, she had been in a rut and just wore what she had. When she finally got out of her pile of misery and began dating again, her dates had always brought her somewhere cheap so she would just wear whatever.
Pen’s, though not super expensive, was far from cheap. Eating there would be something you saved up for, getting a hundred bucks or so just to feed yourself there for a meal. As such, while she could technically show up wearing a leather jacket and fishnets, she’d stick out like a sore thumb. At the same time, she didn’t have much in the way of fancy clothes considering how expensive those could be. She needed a middle ground, something casual but still classy looking.
Seeing her black thigh high heels stuffed in the corner, an idea popped into her mind. Tossing the boots to the center of her room, she grabbed her light gray sweater dress and tossed it onto her bed. Grabbing a strapless bra and a random pair of panties, she adjusted her body mirror and quickly put the outfit on to demo for herself. Shimmying into her dress, she stood in front of the mirror and gave herself a thorough critique.
Despite not needing to wear heels, the way these clung to her thighs was too perfect to ignore. It wasn’t too tight, but gave off the impression that her thighs were bulging out just the tiniest bit where the heels ended and her skin began. The effect was only strengthened by her criminally short sweater dress, which had once fit her more modestly before her bust had gotten bigger. Now, they covered up below her ass and little else, sticking to her wide hips even as she shook them a little. The chest of the dress was even better, as her boobs pushed against the fabric like they were trying to escape. They made the sweater dress sort of hug her body in a way that (while a bit slutty) was sure to knock Abel’s socks off. Not only that, but because the dress hung off her shoulders, they had a rather nice cleavage that had only gotten more revealing as her boobs pushed against the dress. Eyeing her chest critically, she adjusted the cleavage to show just a bit more of her skin. All in all, she looked ready to paint the town red.
Plus, the sleeves had those cute little thumb holes that she liked, making it an instant S-Tier dress.
Giving her hair a look, she winced at the nearly dry mess that sat atop her head. She was going to have to fix that at some point, but how to do it was the question. Deciding to go with an old reliable, she ran her fingers through her hair and put her hair into a rough styling that she’d work on perfecting when she was actually getting ready. A slight shag would give her hair a volumetric touch, and some bangs would really give her soft features and round face that extra cuteness factor which was like kryptonite for most men, making them want to cuddle the shit out of her. Add in her curvy figure and frankly absurd horniness, and she could probably get him to pound her ass eight ways to heaven and then indulge her with some TLC.
She really needed to bonk her horny away.
Giving her face a hard stare, she attempted to think of some sort of makeup that she could put on but almost immediately scrapped the idea. Makeup was something she never really got into, and the most she would ever do was foundation and maybe something for her eyebrows if she was feeling fancy. She didn’t much like how she looked with makeup on, thinking that it detracted from the natural cuteness that she felt she rocked best. Giving the mirror a quick pout, she doubled down and decided that she wouldn’t need any makeup at all. Her skin was relatively clear and her lips had enough fullness to make the slight color they had really pop. Plus, she hated putting makeup on and having it on her face. It was just not fun[DH1] .
Though she would do her nails a bit, just to give them a little character.
Satisfied that she had an idea of what she was going to wear, she carefully took her outfit off and placed it on her bed before putting her heels to the side. Stretching out some of the kinks in her back, she plopped herself down on her computer table and moved her laptop out of the way. Powering on her PC, she put on her headphones and got ready to destress with the most calming activity she could think of at the moment.
Yelling at stupid kids on Modern Warfare 2.
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The drive to the steakhouse had done a great job at cooling Valentina down, helping her ignore her lust in favor of a more strategic battle plan. There was no way she was actually going to put out on the first date, nuh uh. She had standards damn it, and she didn’t want to get pumped and dumped because it turned out her date was a scumbag. She would hold out for four dates, doing her best to gauge his character in the meantime and figure out if he’s worth it.
A flash of his dick resting on Sara’s stomach popped into her mind, and she amended the date count to three.
Pulling into the parking lot, she found an open space right by the large safe decorating the outside of the steakhouse. According to the website, this place had once actually been the town bank before getting bought out and turned into Pen’s Steakhouse. The pictures had made the place look gorgeous, and also way different compared to her usual haunts. It actually made her rethink her attire a bit, worried that she was coming off as a little too easy. However, the exhibitionist part of her brain had convinced her to go through with it anyway.
Maybe she should keep a list of all her fetishes, because it was starting to get a little ridiculous at this point.
Giving herself a quick appraisal in her front mirror, she slapped her cheeks and let out a groan as she tried to shake the nervousness from her skin. It had been far too long since she was this excited about a date, and she was starting to lose some of her nerves. The thought made her angry, and she honed in on that anger as motivation to get out of the car and get that fucking hunk of a man waiting for her. Purse on her shoulder, she locked her car and made her way to the entrance.
She stepped inside, the smell of what was practically a melting pot of deliciousness hitting her nose as she bit the inside of her cheek in hunger. It was still fairly early, only four pm, and she had opted to skip lunch so that she could make the most of the meal. Not something she regretted, but damn if she wasn’t hungry. Not that it mattered, as the host waiting at his podium immediately noticed her. Or more accurately, noticed about a head lower than her.
“W-Welcome, Miss. Do you have a reservation?”
Placing her hand up to her chin to obscure the host’s view of her chest, she tried her luck with the obvious answer. “I think so. I believe it’s under Lustcraft, table for two?”
The host didn’t even have to look at his list, nodding immediately as he grabbed a menu from the stack behind his podium. “Of course, your lucky date is already here. Please, follow me.”
Following behind the host as he led her through the surprisingly spaced-out tables towards the back part of the restaurant. Her eyes locked onto Abel almost immediately, mind blanking for a moment as she was forced to reboot the whole thing. He was wearing a light purple dress shirt with a black tie and vest combo over it, the sleeves rolled up a bit to show his firm looking forearms. The outfit hugged him almost as much as her dress did with her, highlighting his broad shoulders just… fucking wow.
Finally reaching the table, she waved slightly as she hung her purse on the back of her chair and sat down. “Hey stranger.”
She noticed the way his hair was swept to the side, not gelled down but instead brushed with a natural waviness which made his already rugged look even more eye-catching. To be honest, he dressed like some kind of rich fuckboy, but damn if he didn’t pull it off.
“Stranger? And here I thought I made an impression.”
His smile was dangerously disarming, and yet completely genuine if the natural relaxing of his lips was any indication. A lot of self-proclaimed master manipulators thought that mastering a single kind of smile was enough to fool a girl, but the vast majority of them lacked the natural fluctuations of expression that came with genuine emotion. They mastered a look, but not a feeling, which was easy to tell for her considering her love of psychology often led her to people watching just to figure out why they ticked the way they did.
“You did, but I was hoping you’d get to make another on me during dinner. You know, one where you aren’t cooking breakfast for your one night stand.”
He had the decency to look sheepish at that, though she wasn’t about to judge him for that. Not when she had gotten off to him going at it.
“Fair enough, though I prefer to remember it as the moment I cooked you breakfast. Feels more pleasant that way.”
Damn flirt, he was going to make her look all silly with how much she enjoyed his flirtations. Taking a sip of the water that had already been on the table when she had gotten there, she picked up her menu and skimmed it while pretending that she didn’t already know exactly what she was going to get. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Abel.”
“It got me here, didn’t it?”
She hid her smile with the menu, unwilling to admit to him that she found him charming. “Charm will only get you so far.”
“So you admit that it’s charming, eh?”
Valentina couldn’t help but roll her eyes, giving him a light glare as he in turn just gave her a playful grin. “Don’t go putting words in my mouth.”
Taking another sip of her water, she put the menu down as he shrugged. “I haven’t put anything in your mouth yet.”
She choked on her water, coughing into her elbow as she processed just how forward he was. It was either extreme confidence that convinced him it was a good idea, or he had gotten a better read on her than she thought. “Asshole.”
This time, he looked more than a little apologetic as he sort of shrank in on himself. Not that it was very effective considering how big he was. “Sorry, I just thought that you’d, you know… find it funny.”
It was the latter then, which probably shouldn’t surprise her. She had all but offered herself to his eyes earlier that morning, and she wasn’t exactly dressed modestly. “It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it. Though by all means, feel free to make me choke anytime.”
Now it was his turn to be shocked, as his eyes went wide and his mouth hung open a bit. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to recompose himself and laughed. “I’ll be sure to take you up on that offer, though forgive me if I wanted to do more than just exchange innuendos.”
It was then that the waitress showed up, asking if they were ready to order just as things were getting interesting. She wanted to strangle the lady for interrupting their flow. She had just been about to find out if he really was just after sex or not for fucks sake! Still, she stuffed that anger down and relayed her order before looking towards Abel. “Do you want to get some wine?”
He gave the waitress his own order before pondering her question, an easygoing smile on his face as he shook his head. “Alcohol is for forgetting. Right now, I want to remember this moment for a long time.”
Oh damn. Oh daaamn, that was smooth. Cheesy as fuck sure, but smooth nonetheless. Nearly shooing the waitress away, she pulled back the earlier conversation before it could be forgotten. “So, what did you mean by ‘more than just exchange innuendos’?”
This time he took a sip of his water, dragging out her patience as he took his sweet time savoring the cold liquid. Swirling the water almost tauntingly, he leisurely put the glass down and just smirked. “Terribly debaucherous things I’m afraid. Hand holding, emotional bonding, even getting to know you better.”
She wasn’t sure if she should feel cheated by his answer or ecstatic, so she settled for somewhere in the middle and just expressed a small bit of joy. “Never knew I was going on a date with such a pervert. I suppose it’ll be up to me to satisfy those sickly desires. To protect other women, of course.”
“What a noble sacrifice.”
There was no helping the giggle she let out at his mock serious tone, leaning forward as she found herself even more enthralled by their conversation. Was this what it was like to just click with someone? They hadn’t even known one another for a day and they were already exchanging innuendos and lustful glances with one another. It was startling just how comfortable she felt just talking with someone, her nerves easing and worries fading as she fell into the moment.
And so, they talked. She would be the first to admit that conversation really wasn’t her favorite activity, considering how often they ended up revealing something about her date that turned her off of them almost immediately. However, that didn’t happen here. Topic after topic flew by without any care or rhythm, the two of them hopping from one conversation to another as they pleased. There was little time for anything else as she found herself feeling more and more charmed by his personality. The largely physical attraction she had felt before was slowly being edged out by a growing interest in him as a person, finding his occasionally cheesy but undoubtedly romantic gestures genuinely heartwarming. So engaged she was, that she barely even registered that their food had arrived as she spearheaded yet another change in topic.
“Wait a minute, how are you even able to afford this if you’re a tutor?”
Abel sighed as he accepted his steak from the waitress, thanking her quickly before returning his attention to her. “Freelance work and smart budgeting. Besides, after COVID a lot of parents switched to having online tutoring, so I can work with more clients than I otherwise would. In fact, I actually ended up changing to pricing around to make the in-person tutoring a bit more expensive. Gives me an excuse to stay home where I can help more clients without needing to travel, and if a client really does want me to be there I get paid a little extra.”
She took a fry from her plate, munching on it as she bobbed her head. “That’s pretty smart actually. I didn’t picture you as someone so crafty.”
“Eh, I’m really not. It was my roommate’s idea actually, so I can’t take all the credit there.”
Cutting into her steak, she felt her mouth water as juices practically gushed from the medium rare slab of meat. It took quite a bit of self-control to keep herself from just chowing down on it and ignoring her date completely, as her stomach rumbled. “Roommate huh? What’s he like?”
He stabbed his fork into the salad he had ordered with his steak instead of fries, seemingly enjoying the rabbit’s food somehow. “He’s pretty chill. He was actually from the inner-city, which is where we met. I needed my old car fixed and he was a mechanic, but we ended up getting coffee later. Turns out he was gay and was trying to hit on me, but I just turned him down as politely as I could.”
Rolling a crouton around his mouth, he continued his story after a satisfying crunch. “We actually ended up meeting again sometime later while I was apartment hunting. He and his boyfriend needed another roommate, and he remembered me from before and offered me the spot. Apparently he felt bad about trying to hit on me back then, and I wasn’t going to turn him down. Best choice I could’ve made. He’s a standup guy.”
Finally getting to his steak, he cut off the tiniest of pieces and gave it a quick taste test. Savoring the flavor, he turned the conversation back around. “So, how’d you meet your roommate?”
She winced, wiping her cheek with the fancy cloth napkin that had been by her utensils. “I’m afraid that it’s not exactly a good story. I was roommates with my best friend from high school, but she ended up moving out with her boyfriend and dropped her twin sister in my lap. We didn’t get along at first, though now at least we can tolerate each other.”
Sympathetic to her predicament, he cut off another piece of his steak as he leaned a bit closer to the table. “Damn, sorry to hear that. I want to say that at least I was able to meet you through her, but somehow that feels inappropriate.”
Ah, right, that. Hiding the way her thighs clenched at the memory, she scooted a bit closer to the table and leaned her cheek on her hand. “It’s fine, if anything I’m glad. Though if you really wanna make it up to me, there is one thing you could do.”
His fork and knife found themselves on the plate as he found his attention completely taken by her, a sly grin on his face as he moved even closer. “And that is?”
She smirked. “I want you to tell me that having sex with my roommate was something you’ll never regret, in a cowboy voice.”
He blinked, both surprised and a little aroused if the slight tugging on his tie was any indication. Looking around the restaurant to make sure that no one was listening in on them, he gestured for her to lean in as he began his apology. “Well Ma’am, I ain’t gonna lie to you. That roomie of yours was a real treat, I’ll tell ya. Tight as a walnut and just as wet too, real freak that girlie. Plowin’ her was a highlight of my night.”
A big old smile graced her lips, which she masked as amusement at his accent rather than her all but soaking her panties. Drinking some water to cool her down, she cleared her throat and did her best to move on before he started asking questions. “Th-That was good. Classy even. Anyway, how was your steak.”
It took him a moment to stop staring at her with a somewhat confused expression, before he shook his head and moved on. “Right, uh, it was good. To be honest, I was a bit distracted by the pleasant company, but I would definitely say it was worth the money.”
She was forced to agree, having forgotten just when exactly she had finished her food. Feeling more than a bit stuffed (shut up horny brain), she turned down his offer for dessert and instead found herself a bit distracted at the look one of the waitresses was giving him. The girl was all but undressing him with her eyes, sauntering over as she offered them the check or the dessert menu. Allowing him to turn her down, Valentina chugged the rest of her water.
When did it get so hot?
“Valentina? Are you alright.”
She snapped herself out of her daze, giving her date a quick nod as she accepted his hand and grabbed her purse. “I’m fine, just a bit…”
Horny. Desperate. Hot. Really fucking horny. “…Warm.”
He hummed and wrapped an arm around her, their closeness sending her nerves ablaze as she let him all but drag her out of the steakhouse. Damn it, damn it, damn it! She had been doing so well too! Then that big idiot started asking her about her roommate and she started to remember last night and just how good it had felt to just watch as he fucked her roommate. the fuck was wrong with her?
“I’m serious, are you sure you’re okay? You’re feeling a bit feverish.”
They were outside Pen’s, her back against the giant safe outside as he pressed his hand against her forehead. She was painfully aware of how her chest pressed against his ever so gently, face red as she found her mouth moving on its own. “You’re a sexy bastard, you know that?”
She had expected him to just laugh it off, or even indulge her flirting with a bit of his own. What she hadn’t expected was for him to frown a bit, brow furrowed as he quietly responded. “Thanks, but uh, I’m not a fan of that particular b-word. If you don’t mind.”
Seeing him suddenly look all sad practically halted her libido, feeling guilty for ruining his mood. “Oh, I am so sorry I just didn’t- I didn’t know, a-and I meant to compliment you. Really, I did. I just… fuck.”
His eyes widened a bit at her sudden nervousness, and he shook his head with a smaller but still genuine smile. “No no, it’s fine. I’m not going to blame you for something as small as that, so just… here.”
Arms wrapped around her as she found herself pressed against a very firm chest, her boobs only pressing against his stomach even with her heels on. A hand began to stroke the back of her head, strong fingers going through her hair oh so softly as she leaned closer into his embrace. She could smell his natural scent, untainted by cheap cologne and instead leaving a subtle hint of pine wood in her nose. It was a crisp and sweet smell, and one that she could safely say was looking to be her new favorite aroma.
“Hey, Val?”
She hummed into his chest, hands all over his back as she attempted to pull herself in as much as she possibly could. “Hm?”
“There’s a Dave and Buster’s across the street. Do you want to play some skee-ball before calling it a night?”
A fancy steak dinner and Dave and Buster’s? Hell yeah. “Sure, though I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“I’d much rather be the one on your ass, to be honest.”
She made another addendum to her date rule, bringing the number down to two.
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True to his word, the two of them ended up going right across the street to the Dave and Buster’s, dropping probably far too much money on the games there. she had lived up to her word, kicking his ass in skee-ball like he owed her money. Not that he seemed to mind of course. If anything, he relished the challenge and began to play more than a bit dirty, leaving them at an even score.
“Don’t miss now, this is your last ball. It’d be a shame to mess up and lose at the last moment.”
His lips were by her ear, hands on her waist as he bent forward a bit to grab at her meaty hips. His strong hands were tightly pressed against her flesh through her dress, her thighs clenched together as she did her best to resist his temptations and get the ball in one of the corner holes (shut up horny brain). His thumb rubbed circles on her side, leaving an electrified trail behind as she held back the tidal wave that was her arousal and rolled the ball up the little ramp.
In spite of his many distractions, her aim was true as it landed in the upper right hole, netting her a hundred points.
“Damn it.”
He stepped away from her, leaving her body all hot and bothered as she glanced down at where her tickets were at. It was low, even for her, and if she did grab them her dress would ride up and expose a good chunk of her ass. Holding out a hand, she stopped Abel from grabbing them for her as she looked around the area. Despite it being a Saturday, the place was mostly empty. Perhaps that was because of how rundown the building looked, or maybe everyone else was just too busy with the special unlimited wings happy hour down in the dining area. Either way the coast was clear.
Bending over to grab the tickets, she bit her lip as she heard her date suck in a breath through her teeth. Her panties were all soaked, clinging to her puffy lower lips like a second skin as she swayed her hips. She slowly pulled her tickets from the machine, getting back at him for all the teasing from earlier. Standing back upright, she yelped as his hand suddenly grabbed at her ass and his index finger rubbed the edge of her pussy. Though not quite getting her to orgasm, the constant teasing was starting to get her real close. She turned to face him, cheeks flushed as she attempted to say something only for his lips to capture her own.
His tongue pushed into her mouth, practically excavating it as his finger continued to rub her. Her hips began to gyrate against his hand, matching its pace as she found herself about to climb that high, all in public view of anyone who decided to come on by.
It was then that he stopped, pulling away as she let out a whine. Caressing her cheek with his other hand, he lifted his now wet finger and pressed it against her plump lips. She wasted no time, taking the digit into her mouth and cleaning it off of her own fluids with more than a little enthusiasm. The act was utterly shameless of her, and incredibly bold of him to just manhandle her like that.
Feeling his fingers pop out of her mouth, Valentina took a moment to catch her breath before fixing him with a light glare. “That was presumptuous of you. Do you just decide to finger every girl on the first date?”
Giving her bum another squeeze, he gave her a shameless grin. “Not before today. Though I picked up the impression that you’re not one to pussyfoot around such things.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong. But she refused to let him think she was just an easy gal for everyone. “Not usually. Actually, I’ve been on a bit of a dry spell for the last few months. Just haven’t been able to find anyone who I really clicked with, you know?”
His hand trailed up her side, curving around the top of her breast before reaching up to cup her cheek as he tilted her head up to better look him in the eyes. “I think I get it. I imagine that it’s harder for women to indulge in their desires without being looked down upon or just seen as a slut, unlike as a guy. That and being used as a bragging tool for guys must also suck.”
She blinked, taken aback by his response. “I mean, yeah. I just didn’t expect you to actually say that. I figured you’d just say something kinda cheesy but romantic. Seriously, you sounded like a women’s studies major.”
“It was only one class.”
He craned his neck down to the point where their noses were touching, staring into her eyes before moving that brief distance needed to press his lips against hers. Unlike the frenzied lust from just a few moments prior, this kiss was one of patience. He wasn’t seeking to dominate, but rather to engrave the feeling of her lips against his in a long moment of tender passion. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling her closer as she fell into his warm embrace.
It ended far too quickly for her taste, as he pulled away and rolled his neck. She made a mental note to just wrap her legs around him next time, so that he wouldn’t need to bend his neck forward so much. Not that he seemed to really mind, as a silly little grin dominated his expression. “Is it weird that I almost forgot that this was a first date? I just feel… comfortable, with you. Do you know what I mean?”
She did. Sure, her heart did thump in her chest whenever he got close to her, and every time he spoke those damn butterflies started wreaking havoc in her stomach. But if there was one feeling she could say trumped all the others, it was the cozy one which was like sitting by a fireplace on a cold winter night with a hot chocolate in hand. He just seemed to get her, stuck on the same wavelength she was in such a way that just fucked her heart up in the best of ways.
“Yeah, actually, I do.”
Folding up her tickets and stuffing them in her purse, she opened the Dave and Buster’s app she had been forced to download in order to be able to use the damn power card and checked how many chips the card had left. Not many, was the answer. Really, it was only enough for one of the wack arcade games which didn’t get you any tickets. Plus, what was the point of only one of them enjoying the game? What, was she supposed to buy a round for one of the motorcycle games and just ask Abel to watch as she- hold on a second.
Her eyes glanced over to the back corner of the building, where a series of older arcade games had been stuffed to make way for the newer ones. In that corner was one of the older motorcycle games, obscured by the other machines and somewhat hard to see if it weren’t for the faded red paint on the back declaring it as the “Epic Stunt Rider” game. She rubbed her hands together, a plan forming in her head as she grabbed Abel’s arm and pointed to the machine. “Why don’t we check that one out before calling it a night?”
“If you want to, though I don’t know if we’ll have enough chips for that. We blew most of them on skee-ball.”
Valentina all but dragged him to the motorcycle game, weaving between arcade machines as she felt the anticipation build inside of her. She eyed the seat, noting that it was rather long and could definitely fit a little more than one person. Inserting the cheap plastic power card into the card reader, she watched as what remained of her chips was taken for this one golden opportunity.
“Do you just want me to cheer you on from the sidelines? I mean, I could also boo the other guys, but something tells me that they won’t really care.”
Shaking her head, she pointed at the fake motorcycle and gave his ass a slap. “Hop on boy, we’re gonna ride this together.”
Rubbing his bum, he raised an eyebrow as he glanced between her and the seat. “No offense, but your butt isn’t small enough to fit on there at the same time as me. It’s a bit too curvy and round and bubbly and- sorry, what was I saying?”
She giggled at his cheekiness, resting her hand on his stomach as she tilted her head at him. Drifting her hand down, she palmed his crotch every so gently as she batted her eyes. “Then I guess we’ll just have to get real close.”
It took him a little longer than she would have liked to process what she was saying, his jaw dropping once the implication hit him like a freight train. “O-Oh. Not that I don’t want to do that, cause holy hell do I really want to, but are you sure? I mean, I know all women have their own standards, but do you really want to do it on the first date?”
His concern was touching, and was enough to remind her of her date rule. Typically it was four dates (because the three date rule had become too predictable), but she had already lowered it down to two. Lowering it any more than that would be kind of, well, slutty of her. She hated the idea of being seen as easy, but she was genuinely down bad for this guy right now. Plus, doing it in a Dave and Buster’s was honestly kind of hot.
Fuck it, rules were meant to be broken. “Y-Yeah, I do. I just… before we actually do it can I just, say something?”
“Of course.”
Taking her hand off of him, she adjusted her dress slightly and took a deep breath in. “My last few relationships were pretty good, romantically. But I never really felt comfortable telling them what I really enjoyed, sexually I mean. So if we do this, I gotta know that you’ll be open to at the very least considering anything I want to do. Honesty and all that. You got me.”
He leaned back on the motorcycle, pressing a few buttons to keep the game from timing them out as he chuckled. “Val, I’ll try whatever you want me to. So long as we also get to do all the sappy couple stuff too. I’ve never actually got to do much of that before, poor luck romantically and all that.”
Tapping his knuckles on the plastic motorcycle, his face twisted a bit as he quickly added an exception to his previous statement. “I’ll do anything but scat. Just seems like a shitty time to me.”
She cringed both at the mental image of it and the awfulness of his joke, punching his side as she scowled. “That was an awful pun, and you should feel ashamed.”
“There will always be haters. Anyway, I’m going to pick you up now.”
There was barely any time for her to mentally prepare herself before he suddenly grabbed her under her armpits, lifting her off the ground with amazing ease and setting her down on the seat. Legs on either side of the bike, she eeped as he grabbed her by the butt and pushed her to a standing position. Sitting down on the seat a bit further back, she could feel his knees press against the back of her own as he grabbed her waist and pulled her back down. Giving her boobs a quick squeeze, he leaned forward in order to grasp the handles of the bike. His chest pressed up against her back, and she shivered from just how thoroughly he had trapped her as she placed her hands on either side of the control console on the front of the bike, grabbing at the plastic at the end as she gulped.
Her backside rested on his crotch, his bulge pressing so hard against her that she was surprised his pants hadn’t ripped by now. Abel kissed the side of her neck before moving his lips closer to her ear. “Are you sure you-“
“If you ask me that again then I’m just going to ride you while strangling your neck with that damn tie of yours.”
He leaned back, laughing as he lifted her up by her waist. “Jeez, you’re acting like I just offered you government cheese. Just get the game started while I get some work done back here.”
The anticipation which had been racing through her made choosing a bike and map more than a little difficult, as her focus wasn’t all there. It didn’t help that she could feel her panties (soaked as they were) being pushed to the side, leaving her cunt out for Abel to see. Going through the map options, she scrolled around for the one with the longest average race time before eventually finding one that had it listed as seven minutes. Not exactly the longest time, but if they drove slowly enough they could make the race last a bit longer. Ten minutes maybe? That was enough time for a quickie.
Something hot and heavy landed on her bum, the only warning that had been given to her being the quiet sound of a zipper being pulled down. She felt herself being pushed even further up, to the point where she was just about standing all the way up. Completely uninterested in the game itself, she chose the difficulty option with the lowest speed setting before beginning her descent down the length of his cock.
The map began to load as the tip pressed against her opening, which practically welcomed it with open arms as her walls began to spread apart. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, stopping for a moment as she adjusted to the sheer girth that was making its home inside of her.
The screen began to cinematically showcase the low poly map as she felt her small body struggle to accept the dick working its way into her. Her knees trembled as she adjusted her footing on the fake motorcycle, tensing her legs as she used gravity to force herself down even more.
The countdown to the race began as she reached the halfway point of his length, lips parted as a shallow breath escaped her. Already she could feel parts of her that had never been touched before being split wide open, a deep tingling rushing throughout her body as she heard the race begin.
And that was when Abel stood up suddenly, pushing all the way in as he began to control the motorcycle.
Valentina swore she could see stars as his tip knocked against her womb with all the aggression of a battering ram, the beating of her heart matching the throbbing of his cock as she felt herself submit to him. The two of them leaned back into the seat, the movement shifting his position in her before she fell back and he once again slammed against the end of her pussy. It was an overwhelming feeling, being so full in such a way. Never before had she been so stuffed, as she met her max capacity and then some. It made her body feel heavier than lead, as the lack of sex over the last few months combined with the sudden overstimulation made for an overwhelming explosion of sensation.
It was then that the first curve in the track came up, and she felt the entire bike lean to the left as Abel all but hugged the turn as tightly as he could.
The position of his dick suddenly shifted ever so slightly, sending another wave of pleasure throughout her body before the bike was yanked back into position and she almost fell face forward onto the front of the bike. She was trembling, and was certain that her pussy was doing the same right now. Had she really just cum right then?
“I’m never going to wash the smell from these pants. Right turn.”
Yes, yes she di-
“HHMMFF!”
The bike lurched to the right, and it took all the self-control she had not to let out a whorish moan. Biting down on her lower lip, she did her best to regain a modicum of control and began to roll her hips. Traditional thrusting was sort of out of the question, as the best she could do was lift herself up a few inches before falling back down as the constant movement of the bike and the pleasure it provided proved too much for her ability to stand.
Twisting and turning all around inside of her, Valentina mewled as Abel’s firm chest pressed against her back. His strong arms were on either side of her, keeping her locked into place as he huffed in her ear. “This was what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? A guilt-free dick to ride so that you could bounce this fat ass on something better than a cheap dildo.”
His heavy breathing fit the harshness of his tone, adding wood to the blazing fire burning inside of her as she vehemently shook her head. “N-Not true!”
Keeping hold of the bike’s handle with only one hand, he used his now free one to grab the sides of her jaw. He squeezed just tightly enough to make it noticeable but not enough to make it uncomfortable, his bottom two fingers pushing against her throat just barely enough to send chills down her spine. “Oh? Then explain to me what we’re doing at a Dave and Buster’s, fucking on one of their arcade machines on the first date. Tell me how you throwing that ass back and pushing your tits out is just a romantic evening and not you thirsting for some dick.”
Whatever her answer initially was, it came out as an incoherent babble as the motorcycle swung left and right while she gyrated her hips. Sweat beaded down her neck, sliding into the valley between her breasts as they bounced from the heavy movements of their semi-vehicular sexcapade. Finally managing to get her tongue into working order, her brain put together the best argument it could while it was as sexually drunk as it was. “C-Cause it’s been moooonthsss! You’re the first, oh fuck, the first in so loooong!”
She was vaguely aware of the fact that they were getting close to the end of the race, just as she could tell that he was getting close to the end of his own rope. His own hips, which had previously been content to let her do the work, began to pull back the furthest they could and slam into her just as she did him. This sudden sense of rhythm shot her into ecstasy just as he grunted out a response. “So, you’re just hopeless then? Fine, if you’re so desperate for cum then get ready to take mine!”
Warning said, she felt his hand let go of her chin before grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face onto the front of the bike. Driving the last straight shot to the finish line, Valentina felt her body give as she once again climaxed on Abel’s dick just as he groaned, a sudden warmth coating her insides as he filled her all the way up.
Gasping for breath, she barely picked up on the sound signifying they had finished the race. She was far too busy laying across the front half of the bike, a drunken smile on her face as the cock still stuffed inside her pumped the rest of its spunk into her. Feeling the ejaculate slosh inside her womb, she was suddenly infinitely thankful that she was still on the pill as there was no way she would have avoided motherhood with that load.
That was a fetish for future-her to indulge in.
“You uh, you good Val?”
If she had the energy, she would have laughed at how much Abel’s normal tone of voice contrasted against the rough sound he had when pounding her into oblivion. Indeed, it was as if his entire posture had changed within the span of a single second. The arms that once served to trap her now cradled her gently, holding her against the comforting toughness of his chest as his once domineering hands now rubbed soft circles on her through the thin layer of her sweater dress. Gathering up the energy to find her voice, she pooled all of it into giving him quiet reassurance. “…I’m good, just tired. Hold me a moment, m’kay?”
“I’d love to.”
In retrospect, it was definitely a weird moment: post-sex cuddling while on a Dave and Buster’s arcade machine. But at the same time, it probably fit the two of them all too well. They had met after he had banged her roommate during a one night stand, and she had sneakily finger-banged herself while imagining him cheating on her. They were both probably too horny for their own good, and the confidence they had in their respective appearances made it worse as they practically flaunted their bodies at one another all throughout their somewhat sexually charged date.
It was a weird moment, but honestly, it was probably the most perfect moment the two of them could have as a starting point.
“…Shit, I only got eighth place.”
Giving his arm a playful slap, she enjoyed the last high of their date before it could truly end.
… … …
Right, this chapter got way longer than it was originally supposed to be. I’ll chalk that up to the nature of character driven narratives and their tendency to get lost in the minds of their characters. Good for you guys though. Unless you rather they would have waited a bit before the sex stuff happened. Which I can get. In fact, I originally planned this chapter out to actually follow her three date rule, with her making an exception that “oral can’t count” and having a BJ scene in the bathroom or whatever. However, the idea of the motorcycle scene popped into my head as I was Starting the Dave and Buster’s scene, and it was too good not to use. This was always supposed to be a smut heavy fic anyway, so fuck it (pun intended).
If you don’t know what a Dave and Buster’s is, welcome my non-American friends. It’s basically just a Chuck E Cheese (which is somehow international) without the mascots and serving adults more than kids. Recently I heard they have a few places in Canada and Mexico, so I guess if you’re from there you might know it as well. Either that or you saw it in a YouTube video.
Sidenote, the research I did just for the beginning bit of Valentina choosing what to wear was honestly fucking wild. Seriously, I ended up finding myself down a thirty minute rabbit hole on the differences between lipstick and lip gloss before said “fuck that” and just had her not wear any. With that alone, I’m so glad I’m not a chick and don’t have to feel the societal expectation to learn all that nonsense. Honestly, if you were to tell me the reason why men typically have better access to the inalienable rights that all people should have in equal measure was because they could get dressed in five minutes, I’d probably believe you.
This has been A Decent Hoonter, bridging the gap between female erotica and male pornography one wank-fueled word at a time.
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