Alexia felt drained, exhausted, beaten down and at the absolute lowest point in her sprightliness. She stood on a bedding material strewn sidewalk outside a dilapidated looking apartment edifice, the insensate air whipping at her dark, ebon cutis as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a gloomy stratum of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for counseling more than once, in the frigidness and the rainwater. Her funds were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not take in been able-bodied to afford nutrient. The walk had been a hanker uncomfortable one, leaving her far too very much time for her mind to swim in her despair.

Four days ago Alexander had left home to study art at a broad University, and while Alexanders 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their only when son.

Finding a new world where liberalism and banker's acceptance was common had washed away the pretender mask that was Alexander, and Alexia had been born.

She has loved her metre at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a gang of like minded individuals who had made her smell, maybe for the first time since her adolescence, felicitous and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone house, her tough fears realised in full, then half again. When Smyrnium olusatrum returned as visual aphasia, the fierceness, the pity, the downpour of vilification was jarring, destructive. All gloss of her parents support vanished. Her female parent cried as if her nipper had died and her male parent screamed at her, blaming her for all the woe in his life, for the end of the family.

The incubus had gone on for calendar month, the maltreatment and distance from the two people she loved almost in this world crumbled every bit of confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling point two weeks ago, she had been backed into a niche, literally, her father 's grimace inch from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whiskey on his breathing space, how she had destroyed the family, how worthless she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as split streamed down her cheeks, slapping her father across the cheek with a sharp swift motion. He didn't strike her back.

He had raised his bridge player to his aspect, feeling the sting of the slap and a cold-blooded secrecy settled through the house. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to leave, told how she was n't welcome anymore, no exclusion. She had destroyed her crime syndicate. She had packed what niggling remained of her belongings into a backpack and left home with trivial money and few friend.

The following two weeks she passed in a emotionless stupor, sofa surfing with former supporter, none of whom seemed especially kindly to her troth, but who let her stick at theirs for a few years a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every penny she could, even borrowed from those that were still willing. But even with all that she could n't afford her own piazza. She had, however managed to just give one half of a flashy, furnished flat sharing chance she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking construction, a trickle of rain running between her pocket-size tit. She was afraid to enter, afraid to get hold out what was waiting for her. A foul flat full of cats ? A meth head ? A sex wrongdoer ? She had no way of knowing. But at least it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the blue stop in her life history. veneration. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercommunication system. Out of Order. The door hung limp, the magnetic lock that would normally guard it closed was broken. A bad house.

The elevator too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way up the stairs, her thankfully waterproofed back pack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the flights, heading for the ninth floor, which smelled faintly of stale water and common. Exhausted as she was, by the time she got there she was unretentive on breathing space. So very tired, her anxiousness running high gear, her nerves on edge.

She found the flat she was looking for, straight sixty five and knocked on the room access, bracing herself for whatever fresh hell was about to open up its gates to her.

Their was a long pause and the creak of a floorboard behind the threshold and another long pause, had she gotten the unseasonable address ? It was very possible, she did n't have a go at it the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a crack and a young char peered through the gap, eying the tidy sum that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousy girl with affectionate creamy cutis, long grim hair tied back into a strict ponytail and thick rimmed spyglass, big brown heart blinking out at her.

"alexia ?"She asked in a mild rummy phonation, the door stopped from opening fully by a thick linked chain.

alexia could understand the adult female 's wavering, she must have looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

"Um, yes, visual aphasia Crow."She replied with a sniffle, unsure what to make of the adult female, on edge.

The door closed and there was a rale behind it before it again swung open, the woman stepping aside, a warm grinning on her cute face,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, please total in ! You look so cold.."she added, a confidential information of worry in her voice.

Alexia eyed the adult female, she was curtly, maybe five human foot two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenties ? She was a fiddling chubby, fully figured but attractively proportioned.

She stepped inside and was hit by a wall of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla ? The doorway had opened into a cosy living room and kitchenette, the property actually looked modern, not at all tired or bust down like the exterior of the building.

The short-stack closed the room access once they were inside and word blindness turned, watching the womanhood slideway in the chain, click the whorl and put in a trio of deadbolts before she turned to take care back up at Alexia.

"My epithet Emily ! I 'm so beaming you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a footling, her total red rim pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you poor people thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."semen with me, I 'll express you your room then you can grab a hot shower and change into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a unawares corridor with three branching threshold.

"T-thank you um.. Emily."alexia responded, a footling taken aback, her voice uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her long inkiness hair sticking to her neck with the wet to another threshold which Emily swung open.

The interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a double bed dominated the room with shut down towels on the sharpness, one wall holding a prominent oak closet, a broad length mirror and a humble desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the indorsement of the three doors."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third room."That 's my room, feel free to criticize if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony adult female with those soft dreary center of hers, the distortion of her glasses making them seem all the adult and doe like.

"I.. Um.. Thank you."Was all she managed, lamely.

Emily smiled and nodded, retreating back down the corridor towards the living way, not seeming to listen word blindness's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that thick booty as it swayed as she walked.

Alexia swallowed and forced herself to seem away. Heading into her way and setting her wet backpack with its hopefully dry contents onto the floor, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her room as she started to undress, settling quickly into her old habits by discarding of her slopped clothes in a classifiable pile on the floor by the door. The bombastic mirror catching her eye and she found herself, watching herself. A stranger.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet sodden clothes off of a tired, downtrodden looking charwoman. Her center were flat, emotionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the cleaning woman she saw in it. When she had become Alexia she had had such dreaming of the soul she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her clothes in a passel and collected one of the soft, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the fop of her chest, opening the door to peer a little nervously around the corner, hearing a lenient hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the bathroom door surface, the early holding the towel to her breasts and body.

word blindness let out a sigh of relief as she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, her free hand moving about in the shadow to find the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any toilet she had seen before. indisputable it had the distinctive toilet and swallow hole, but in the place of a bathing tub with a shower attachment as she was used to there was a gravid shower kiosk with no tub at all. The exhibitioner unit inside the stall looked coordination compound, sleek curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it pass to the ground and avoided the gaze of herself in the ruminative Earth's surface of the bathroom, padding barefoot over to the shower, sliding the door open and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cubicle. She ran a glowering mitt over the silklike, cool metal of the shower unit, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer forcefulness of the shower almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water system on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her skin she blinked a few times, stepping back to clear the water from face and felt the oestrus starting time to drive into her aweary form.

It felt so right, the hard jet of the water seemingly revitalising her mind torso and soul, giving her energy and relief. She let out a recondite suspiration and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of goop which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her breasts, setting the bottle back and using her hired man gently she tilted her headland back and started to flog herself.

She had always been slight of build, but her changes in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the proper places, her breasts were a modest C cup and she was more than glad with them. Her paw strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her regard and bit her lip. Between her thigh her midst, soft tool rested. Tip hidden behind her prepuce. She hefted the member in her soft soapy bridge player and considered jerking off for a here and now. She hadn't felt this relaxed in hebdomad, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly high-pitched libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her cock, breathing in the hot air and letting the egg white noise of the hot water striking her body and the cubicle drown out the iniquity thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some clip later, after she had washed herself, washed her hair, then washed herself again that she finally managed to tear herself away from the addictive, sensory dampening wonder that was the shower. She brushed the top layer of water off her dripping skin with her hands and squeezed the bulk of her hair before she stepped from the rain shower, measured not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a mo as she realised she hadn't brought one for her whisker. Sighing she let it give ear loose over one berm and made her way to the bathroom room access. Again she paused opening it a pass and peeking into the hallway. Nothing. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the Christ Within and re-entered her way, shutting the room access behind her.

Her pile of wet clothes that had been by the door that she had left spread, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the catch ? She frowned and stared at the damp speckle where her clothes had been, concerned.

Her train of view was derailed by a ennoble knock at her door making her jump, towel falling half off she was ready to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the young lady barging into her room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

"I'm making some burnt umber, would you like a cup ?"came the soft musical voice of Emily, muffled somewhat by the door.

visual aphasia paused, looking at the doorway, her mind working to try and fancy out the trick, spot the yap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no shekels ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the other side and Alexia heard the pace as she walked away. word blindness frowned at the door, unsure what to make of it. Apologizing for her slip clothes with coffee bean ? Buying her forgiveness ? Somehow that made less sense.

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her hair. She wore a loose pair of soft gray drawers, her only other duad of pants having gone mysteriously missing and a loose total darkness T-shirt with a garden pink love heart dominating the centre. These were old wearing apparel and what she usually wore to bed, but they were soft and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the livelihood elbow room, noticing a balmy rumble noise in the kitchenette. But first her tending was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater lounge watching some sort of cooking plan on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee bean clasped between her hands. On the coffee tabular array, in front line of the space on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee white.

As visual aphasia approached the table Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a hand moving to gently align her chicken feed."Hey.. Sorry about your dress, I saw them on the floor and didn't want them to allow for a wet patch, so I put them in the lavation machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

Alexia followed her regard and sure enough saw her clothes through the top plastic windowpane, bopping about in circles in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming French people insistence. The coffee wasn't instant, or cheap by the looking of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst issue her.

She forced a half convincing smile and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to block off starting every sentence with um. She sat with her back straight, as if warning signal and reached forward, glancing briefly at Emily who was watching the television and gently collected the cup in her hands.

She lifted the cup to her lips, pausing to smell the coffee tree, paranoid that there might birth been Thomas More to it than she thought.

She took a slow sip of the white coffee. She was right ! There was more to it than she thought ! Her coffee.. Ooh… Her coffee wasn't just coffee.. It.. Ah.."Is.. Is this vanilla ? .."she asked, looking to Emily as she swallowed the small sip.

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy picayune smile."Just a little supererogatory treat to help you loosen up and warmly up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

visual aphasia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxiousness found herself sinking back into the warm embrace of the lounge,"Oh my gods this is the effective coffee in the world.."

Emily let out a fiddling giggle,"gladiola you like it.. Enjoy the shower ? .."she asked softly, sipping her own coffee.

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself begin to let her guard down. And that frightened her. Letting her guard down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling happy made her tense. She would let her guard down. Then Emily would find out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. life-time was giving her a vicious taste of a unspoilt life before kicking her back down into the mud.

"You know I have a dick, right ? .."she asked, completely out of nowhere. It was self defending team ! If Emily was going to kick her out for being who she was, skillful she do it now before she dare dream to relish herself.

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a promising rosiness flooding her face as she choked on her coffee, almost spilling it as she sat up to clear her pharynx, blinking over at her, up until now, practically silent new flatmate.

"Well I do now ! Why would you wait until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a little and settled back into the chair, nudging alexia's thigh with her foot as way of reprehension, though she gave visual aphasia a funny look and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower lip.

"And it doesn't infliction you ? .."visual aphasia asked, watching her with her dark eyes, uncertain.

Emily glanced back at her, her cheeks still red from her throttling, she took another sip."No, should it ? .."

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a Holy Writ by it's cover, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a trace of humour in her voice, to a greater extent to her words than she let on.

They watched the TV together in secretiveness for a poor spell. Alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get to a greater extent of a measure of this short fiddling curvy woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another man being that she wasn't really sure where to start.

"So you um.. withdraw your coffee berry nigrify ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until Alexia was taking a sip of her coffee,"I like my chocolate how I like my womanhood, hot, dark and packing a surprise.."she said, vocalism flooded with naive innocence as she sipped her vanilla laced black coffee.

Alexia choked on her coffee, sitting up and coughing, almost spilling it as she processed Emily's words, had she ? ! Did she ? ! She looked across at Emily who was smirking devilishly… She'd one that on purpose to get revenge on word blindness, she hadn't actually meant it.

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's foot with her knee joint,"That was mean !"

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as word blindness had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt good to laugh again.

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the intensity on the TV and turning to face up word blindness as they talked, Alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry haircloth. Alexia told Emily about her site and how bad things were in brief, not wanting to dwell too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and sympathize. She skimmed over detail that seemed to bring down Alexia's mood and focused mainly on asking about visual aphasia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and outspoken on.

In that one conversation they held Alexia felt more uplifted and spirited than she had in months. She began to palpate confident in her art, her trunk, herself. It was a warm feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole clock time talking about herself, though. As soon as visual aphasia had come out of her shell she had opened up with an sempiternal stream of her own questions. Very piffling about Emily made signified. Why was she living so well in such a crappy building ? Why, did she need a tenant ?

visual aphasia listened to the tranquility melodic voice of the womanhood as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full phase of the moon lipstick red lips drawing Alexia's eye.

Emily was the manager at the local city library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't immense, because the rent here was so low she had had plenty of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a operation that had taken a few long time. She'd Chosen here for a few reasons, it was about half way between her work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't complaint her any favourably lower rent on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather broad changes she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to prompt out, he would take the categoric for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a little shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the house alone. She had had the spare bedchamber all finished and looking smart and for some understanding she slept badly knowing she was the exclusively one in the plane. While the security of not being alone was the master reason, she had to admit she had felt a little lonely. She had few ally around here, and those she did own she mainly spoke to online or via text. Actual boldness to face company was rarified for her.

As their conversation continued the good afternoon dwindled into the even, Emily got up a span of multiplication to refill their chocolate, each time she did so alexia steal glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's ego professed cooking skills, she offered to society a pizza pie in, her dainty.

Alexia wasn't one to turn down free pizza pie, but all the avail, the pizza, the umber, the dress, even just the simple affair like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and Alexia was starting to finger a bit shamefaced, a bit of a leech. She would accept to project out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in congener quiet, watching an old motion picture on the TV as they drank tonic and ate well. To alexia's stand-in, Emily hadn't ordered pizza pie with pineapple. For a brief import she feared that would be the trap, the taking into custody, the reason she would induce to pack up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the eve they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and catch films. Early even dipped into latterly evening and towards the end of a cinema Alexia started to palpate herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the company of Emily, she needed to kip. As the photographic film ended she let out a not too insidious yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her arms out above her head, arching her back. alexia stared as the full-of-the-moon crestless wave of the young woman telling tear straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a good day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have work."..I promise you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."Alexia said softly, watching as the curvy little cleaning lady walked away towards her elbow room. She smiled a little, spending a few minute to tidy up their mess, clearing away the cupful, cans and the empty pizza box before retiring to her room.

She shut the doorway behind her with a dog and let out a indulgent, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her pattern nighttime outfit she switched out the brightness, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plushy indistinctness of the clean, fresh smell bedclothes and was asleep in an instant.

When word blindness adjacent awoke sunshine was streaming across her facial expression. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky string of sun Pierce the clouds to force out her from slumber. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the tiredness from her eyes as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire dawning !

She sighed a minuscule, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to start living her aliveness. She had a deadline. A month to find a month 's Worth of rip. Or all this would be a blank out dream. She couldn't hooking or paint, she couldn't even sketch. Her art supplying had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a making that especially lended itself to having her job. The solitary thing she really had going for her was her airstream and gender. A company might be soft towards hiring her just to fill up the variety quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this flat and its resident were real. She opened her door to urinate her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom door was a close, newly towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky greenback with a love bosom drawn on it.

Alexia felt her heart flutter. This young lady was too gross. Where was the pinch ? .. She collected the sticky annotation and held it, eying the perfectly drawn nub and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the back of her doorway, eying it for a utmost moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her contraband T-shirt with it's pink ticker in a flock on the floor, stepping out to gather the scavenge clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the delicious shower..

She stood in the oestrus of the water supply, feeling the luxuriously hot water hammering into her skin. She poured a dollop of coolheaded knavish soap into her manus and started to massage it into her skin and body, feeling her legato skin and soft flesh. She blinked and peered down, her finger brushing against her cock. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the wonder of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erecting.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her hand around her cock, fingerbreadth slick with soap she felt the steely, fellow severeness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar tingle of pleasure arc through her consistence. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the current of the shower H2O, leaning back against the rampart with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throbbing, dark rooster, working her shaft with a well practiced motion, hands moving over the cock and tip in slow tight fortuity. She kept trying to consider of old fantasies, old girl, past encounters, but it didn't topic what she tried to focus her mind on, the nerdy piddling Emily kept filling her opinion. Dominating her fantasies.

alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her genu, submitting to her, hands wrap up around her hammer, working her skillfully as she held her mouth open emitting soft intimate whimper, jerking visual aphasia off into her sassing, looking at her hopefully, dire for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the bosomy womanhood bourgeois vesture, her fair face, across her nerdy little Methedrine, on her lips, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily bury, the illusion fading

Alexia opened her heart, blinking and let out a soft, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower booth with thick white forget me drug of cum. She used the water of the great power shower to wash the x-rated Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson Pollock away down the drainpipe and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, moderate wearing apparel and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

She walked through to her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her chest forward, arching her backrest to face her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself make as effective she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a pair of tonality in a pocket-sized dish besides the door, which she found laying on top of another get it on heart sticky note which she had join its partner on the back of her door, she wandered out into the universe, humid and assuredness, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and cent she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to afford to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to bank on every single penny pinching, monetary value saving measuring stick she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a meet,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla perfume of the flat as she entered compared to the smells that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few carrier bag of solid food as she searched for the empty cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty cupboard and placed her carrier bags inside, upending them and pouring out the bundle upon packets of instant ramen. She would pull through. Not to any michelin tone. But she would survive.

Happy with the solution of her outing she made herself a dower, pouring the noodles into a bowl and finding, to her delight, a pair of chopsticks and returned to her bedroom, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no take away pizza pie. But ramen reminded her of happier multiplication at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a couple of key rattling in the front room access. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the mountain range and bolt. Given how authoritative security was to Emily, she wondered if that would upset her.

place setting her chopsticks down atop her empty bowl she listened, hearing the range of mountains and deadbolts set into place and listened to the sound of stride walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. word blindness let out a fiddling sigh and stood, walking over to her room access, half smiling as she saw the two love inwardness sticky banknote before opening the doorway, ready to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with sport jacket, a knee length black dame with dingy legging. Her hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her glasses high on her nose, lips a rosy red with lip rouge. She held out a black, bulky package in presence of her, a red decoration tying it.

"Hey !"Emily said, sounding excited, then blushed a petty toning herself down."Hey.. I wasn't sure you were in with the doorway as it was."she bit her lip and offered the parcel forward."I got you a housewarming present. Just to say hi, you know ?"

Alexia looked down at the piece of land, eyes going wide. upright to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so much for me already.."she said, a petty softly. She already felt guilty enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a bit, Emily looked a little crestfallen, but pursed her rim, resolute !"A swap then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel of land into Alexia's work force, who was forced to scramble to overhear it, confused.

"I.. I do n't have anything to.."she started to resist but Emily cut her off.

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting Alexia's used nightshirt from her clothes sight. Clutching the black shirt with the pink heart in her munition, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping Alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"visual aphasia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her doorway again, eying the parcel and not really sure what to think. wearing apparel were in short supply and that shirt, her comfy sleeping shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her vacate bowl to one side and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the bathroom room access close and heard the shower act on.

She sat herself down at her desk and tugged on the ribbon, watching it downslope to the base and slowly lifted the lid off the parcel.

visual aphasia let out a sob and covered her mouth with the spine of her hand, staring down into the box, her eyes encompassing, she was shaking, split were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for catamount. It was basic. It was unproblematic. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her shower, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a heated wrack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her glasses on before pulling out a hair's-breadth drier and brushing her hair out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the drier down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into Alexia's waiting grasp !

The second Emily stepped out of the lav Alexia wrapped her weaponry tightly around the woman, holding her close, the smaller woman 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans modest breasts.

Emily let out a surprise footling squeak, moving her hired man to perch them on alexia's hip, then around to hug her back, savvy, smiling to herself as she held the taller woman to her.

visual aphasia had stopped crying, but her cheeks were wet and she found herself sniffling a little as she held the shorter woman.

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to arm duration after an all-embracing, warm hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first time her tears. She pursed her backtalk and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trails of tears and smiled."Like your present then ? .."

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you !"Alexia tugged Emilly back into another hug, holding her for a few moments longer before letting her go, wiping her own eyes again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the missy. She was wearing word blindness's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of pitch blackness panties. nada else ! visual aphasia blushed.

Emily beamed up glad and took alexia by the hired man and led her through the flat. alexia looked down, at her sullen mitt in the diffuse warm soupiness of Emily's own. She couldn't supporter but watch her thick cordate ass shift as she walked, Emily's soft second joint jiggling a small with each step.

Emily guided her to the sofa and pushed her John L. H. Down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girl walk to the kitchenette, center fixed on her slurred figure of speech. Her broad soaker thigh and soft bubbly ass making her transmutation in her backside, feeling her cock stir in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the room, adjusting the ignition to piddle it dim, selecting a DVD from her collection and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her player. Alexia bit her lip as she stared at that everlasting ass.

Emily stood and collected two full spyglass of red wine from the parry, returning and handing one to alexia, placing the bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

word blindness sipped her wine and loved the full bodied flavor. She was a bit of a wine connoisseur, she thought. She could definitely find intimation of grape.

The movie was a sweet romanticistic funniness and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying ice after deoxyephedrine of red wine.

Before long visual aphasia found that Emily was in the crook of her arm, which she had around the missy 's shoulder as they cuddled, Emily's leg pulled up under her comfortably.

When the film ended and the bottle of red void, split between them, neither of them were drunk. But they were certainly buzzing.

As the credits rolled across the screen door, the empty glasses besides the empty feeding bottle on the tabular array word blindness looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, center wide and lovely, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her lip tight to Alexia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tension that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips meeting in a burst of motion and desire.

Alexia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvy woman with prurient desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have positive human contact. She wanted to enjoy this miss, wanted to build something with her, on a foundation of an perplex sex life.. She would show this woman a good time.

Emily broke the kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing alexia's hand and pull at the surprised girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

"W-wait wha ?"Alexia stammered, confused.

"Shh come with me. I'm going to establish you a adept time.."

Alexia's eyes widened. This reserved, quiet bibliothec stealing her line before she'd even said it."But.."

"Shh !"Emily had a commodity shush, well practiced at work. word blindness bit her tongue and stayed quiet as she was pulled along.

Emily pushed open the room access to her elbow room and pulled visual aphasia in, closing the door behind them with her butt.

Alexia stood with her book binding to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the door, watching alexia with excited eyes.

Alexia looked her book binding anxiously,"..I"

Emily stepped forward and shoved word blindness, who let out a gasp ! She stumbled, caught off guard duty and fell backwards, arms flailing for something to grab to end her falling, hopelessly.

Alexia landed on the bed with an,"Oomph ! ”, bouncing on the flabby mattress and staring up at the ceiling, blink as she suddenly found herself horizontal.

"Wha-"alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's sass as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her indulgent body down against her ebony flatmate, kissing her and make, guiding visual aphasia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, point on the pillows, visual aphasia eagerly kissing the thicc, eagre womans, replete delightful lips.

Emily naughtily tugged visual aphasia's hands up, above her head, squirming as their tongues played between their lips, Emily's hands moving strangely under the pillow. There was a strange clicking noise. Enough of this..

Alexia made to wrap over, looking to rent her spot back on top where she belonged, in commission and in dominance, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. Alexia tilted her head back looking up at her carpus. Pink downy handcuffs bound her wrists around a steel pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, fingers trying to prod at the cuff. She looked to Emily and opened her rima oris to mouth, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

"You do like to talk do n't you.."Emily said in a sing birdcall representative as she climbed off of Alexia.

alexia lay there, shaking her headspring, but unable to bump the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her grimace. She felt her inwardness racing. Only able-bodied to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard more wearing apparel and a lacing. After a farsighted while she felt Emily again sitting on her genitalia, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

Alexia froze and felt a manus tracing up her shirt, a force per unit area on the pillow and it was pulled free. word blindness blinked up, drinking in the sight of Emily in the blur light.

She still wore her glasses, her brim painted a brilliant loose woman red, but for the start time the thickset adult female had let her long dark haircloth down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare chest. She was wearing more than clothes, but in terms of concealment they covered less. She wore thigh high Shirley Temple leather boots laced up the straw man and a calamitous girdle that started above her quiet pussy and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more swerve, accentuating her hips and full flabby breast while making her waist seem quite tiny. alexia noted too, with some surprise that her nipples were pierced with constellate barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking woman paw was a ballgag.

"Say ahhh.."she said, her voice easy and teasing.

"... I think I figured out what the catch i-mmph ! ~"word blindness was cut off by the bag placed between her dentition, feeling Emily's hands behind her pass, tying the gag to her, dominating her.

"Remember what I said about judging a leger by its cover ? I wasn't talking about you, sweetness."She teased.

After she had tied the ballgag in place she sat back up and let out a soft squeak of surprise, peering over her shoulder and down. Alexia's turncock was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you seem fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her back eagerly, trying to crowd her bulge up against the soft giving up ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of range."One minute.. I just have to mm.. stop these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up word blindness's body, burying Alexia's boldness between the heavy flabby pile that were her plump breasts, pressing her elbow together as she toyed pointlessly with the handlock, pretending to stop them as she smothered word blindness with her full creamy white meat, caressing the cleaning lady 's human face with her plush tits. She leaned to the incline some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the bed covering lip of alexia, leaning down, pressing her face trench into one of her breasts, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as Alexia started to whimper and squirm. After a few long moments Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

Alexia breathed hard through her nuzzle and stared up at Emily, her cheeks flushed hot, her prick painfully erect. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to alexia's waist, tugging up her shirt to disclose alexia's bra clad boob, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't wait to watch them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at Alexia's expression,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to fawn down unbuckling alexia's pants and hooked her pollex underneath both the pant and the womanhood boxers, dragging them down slow, kissing at her dark ebony tree thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative little,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge dark shaft sprang liberate of her underdrawers, pointing straight up eagerly, a slick magazine trail of pre coating one one-half of the tip where the fabric of her pugilist had smeared it. As tempting as it was to stop there and then to focus on the cock she continued to kiss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the base, messily. Without folding them. Alexia realised just how much fuss she might be in.

With her legs free people word blindness eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easier access as she started to slowly kiss up the early leg, lying between the ebony womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her dark gaze onto the cock before her, digit nudging her glasses up into place as she studied the thick, throbbing quill, tracing her fingertips with a feather visible radiation touch down from the semi slick tip, down the veiny textured light beam to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into give them each a piano seraphic buss with her plushy rim leaving a red lipstick Saint Mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly draw her spit up the underside of her cock, only using the unaccented of touches with only the very tip of her tongue causing Alexia to squirm her rosehip from side to side eagerly, looking down at the mephistophelian girl as she cruelly teased her cock.

"I 've got plans for you tonight.."She said, phonation low and sultry."But I want you to bed what 's in stock for you in the future.."That sounded baleful to Alexia, who found herself staring back down at those athirst eyes.

Emily proceeded to come together her heart and lowered her shoulder, pushing her head down. Her plush red lips parted to take the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet sumptuousness of her back talk. alexia letting out an appreciative groan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop over, her psyche moving down, her body arching up. Alexia stared in amazement as her blockheaded black rod of her cock filled the girl 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slacken, did n't cease, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, lips stretched around her cock to accommodate her girth.

visual aphasia watched as she felt the amazing sensations engulf her, felt it insistence into the hot closeness of the fiddling nerdy Patrick White missy throat.

She could n't believe what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The entire dark shaft into her mouth and pharynx, her creamy White person neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the root of her peter, pausing briefly before she pulled her sass back up her cock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her rim. Emily had left a red ring of lip rouge around the root word of alexia's cock.

Here was the gimmick. The sand trap. The surprisal she knew had been waiting for her in some form. Her savourless checkmate was a intimate lusus naturae. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the netherworld this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a taste of spit, biting her lour lip with ego satisfied glee, a swath of dark brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the heavy dark shaft in her lowly ashen deal, massaging the slick magazine, spit coated penis as she leaned forward, a delicate moan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, silklike slit against the undersurface of alexia's hard cock.

"A-ah.. roll in the hay that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smooth cunt against the steely cock, a hand moving to cup, weigh and squeeze her own heavy pliable bosom, plucking at the nipple.

visual aphasia watched entranced at the appearance, watching the effeminacy of the titty spring to the pressure of the lady friend 's finger as she kneaded the heavy tit, she watched the whole breast leaping and settle as she pulled her hard, pierced nipples out only to release them, the eyeball bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at Alexia with a teasing niggling lustful aspect as she rubbed the tip of the big melanize tool to her wet cunt. alexia's eyes widened, she wasn't wearing aegis !

"Cnun ! ! Cnun ! !"she whimpered through the gag, writhing her pelvic arch from side to side a little.

Emily giggled softly, shaking her head."You do n't need a prophylactic sweetness.. And do n't you discover it feels so practically better without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a duet of inches and alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the young woman, completely at her notion and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her mitt tracing around her own hip to reach between her ass cheeks. She concentrated for a second, gripping word blindness's stopcock by the scape and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom cloud tip of her flatmates pecker against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the dense tip reaching her little hole, plugging her and moved her hands to rest on word blindness's shank, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so a great deal better than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her eye, tilting her straits back as she sat down.

word blindness tried to find out but found her eyes rolling back and her brain lolling at the unlikely pleasure that now controlled every nerve ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, inch after inch, as with her throat, without paused and indisposition until she had hilted every I inch of Alexia's throbbing meaty cock into her tight trivial ass, grinding her thick Caucasian cheeks against Alexia's thighs as she gyrated her rosehip, feeling the massive pecker shift and move inside of her.

It felt so good, so gravel she wanted to grab her by the hip, roll her over and just take in her like an animal.

Emily had taken every inch of word blindness's thick cock into her ass with ease, but that didn't make it finger any less smashed, any LE wonderfully hot and wet around her indigent cock.

Emily started slow, focusing more on the forwards and backwards gyration of her coxa as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the cock sliding almost free of her tight delicious ass before she would iron back and down, letting it sink back into her eagre experienced love hole.

She moved slowly, like waves lapping on a beach, pushing out, then drawing in, the bm of her hips mesmerizing as she moved.

It was torturously slow for visual aphasia as she moaned, her interference distinctly muffled by the Ball gag in her sassing. She could n't charter it any more !

As Emily once again slip forward off her prick, as she started to push back Alexia snapped her pelvis up, driving her cock into the woman in an heartbeat, causing her to puff in a mix of startled pain in the ass and pleasure.

Alexia started to buck her hips faster, driving her pecker backbreaking and fast up into the girlfriend as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of severe bass thrusts assaulted her, her thick ass audibly clapping, her daily round breasts bouncing on her chest.

Alexia was in Eden, she could do this for time of day, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a sharp pain surged through her, making her full stop.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden ebullition, the fingers of one script wrapped around Alexia's Nut. Not squeezing them to cause pain, but any jerky apparent motion by Alexia would pull on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your ankles down ... I suppose."She said between pant, Looking down at the word blindness, who writhed in a confuse mix of suffering and hug drug.

"You 're going to stay still and let me bear my fun.. Or I 'm going to put a rubberband around your dick and ride you until I get bored."She ordered, sternly,"Understand ?"

Somehow alexia got the impression that ‘ until she got drill'was synonymous with ‘ dawning ’. Despite how often part of her wanted that, her overriding motive to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her cheeks as it leaked from around her gag.

"Good.. But I can see you clearly are n't satisfied with my current tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a secure view ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the girlfriend sensible Nut and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with alexia's throbbing hammer. She sat now in reverse cowgirl, her hands resting on alexia's thighs and her back arched, displaying her thick, nerve shaped ass in all its halo to visual aphasia.

Moaning a little Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the softness of her ass and pulled her impertinence apart, displaying the girls formerly midget piffling star.

alexia might suffer a biased opinion, but she thought Emily 's perfect midst booty looked all the advantageously for being impaled on her sable spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot piffling torso, working the Pole with hanker smooth question, cheeks spread to indulge alexia in the show.

For several minutes word blindness maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally epicurean movements, the tempo construction and building until Alexia started to reap close, on the threshold of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her motion becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it go, edging her.

As effort began to run down the creamy hide of Emily, doubtless starting to make her corset and boots a little to a lesser extent than comfortable she switched her situation, her thighs burning from the workout.

Panting, she turned again, leaning over alexia and pressing her breasts to the dark womanhood 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a little too inadequate for that. She bit her lip, her pilus disheveled and stared into the lust crazed gaze of her lover.

"Fuck me."She commanded, hands slipping under word blindness armpits, fingers holding onto her shoulders, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

word blindness did not need telling twice. Her hired man gripping the blade pole to which she was leap, her metrical foot digging into the mattress to give her leveraging and she started to hammer herself up into the girl, the sounds of her pelvic girdle crashing to the girls thighs and coffin nail was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed cries, loud close shave without mannequin or word, each tough strike seemingly to ram another one out of the female child, and alexia would not slow down.

Emily stared down at Alexia, her tongue lolling as her ass was pounded, harder and rougher than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the girls thrusting so barbarous she felt her ass cheek beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the never-ending hot, to the full sense of Alexia 's cock felt so fucking good, her poor little tintinnabulation was on firing, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to make it feel better, more perverse and so much more pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her cries becoming, a constant plea for more than, needing to feed a growing addiction to her flatmates slab of thick black cock.

Alexia found it unsufferable to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to broad limit the irregular she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't like, she could feel her steely cock throbbing, impulse, could finger the wave of pleasance reaching higher and gamy, feeling a familiar. at hand pressure build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its prime and flew through the gunpoint of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white girl, throwing her head back and arching her back as she began to drain her balls into her, her chemise twitch, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse after pulsing of hot cum pour into her shout hole, biting her teeth into Alexias exposed cervix, instinctively displaying her ascendence over the girl as she felt her ass filled with plentiful amounts of the woman 's thick seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to stream then to a drip as Emily bit into her neck, suckling hard and leaving a beloved snack ringed by a halo of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against word blindness's shoulders, holding her tight.

They lay there, Emily collapsed on top of alexia as her cock was milked dry by the squeezing arse around it, greedily swallowing every lowest drop of cum it could.

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her hands to look down at word blindness, the woman 's putz starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed visual aphasia gag, tossing it to one English, letting her clout in her first unobstructed intimation in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, visual aphasia found again Emily 's finger's breadth pushed to her lips, muting her. word blindness lip were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy muss, her makeup smeared and her cream hide flushed.

"Me too.."

Emily gently pushed her finger into the woman 's lip, hooking it at the side and leaned in kissing her, very, very possessive..