alexia felt drained, exhausted, beaten down and at the absolute lowest point in her life. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a dilapidated looking apartment building, the cold air whipping at her dark, pitch black skin as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a dark layer of clouds.

She had been forced to take the air here, having to quit and ask for focussing more than once, in the low temperature and the rain. Her fund were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not stimulate been capable to afford food. The walk had been a tenacious uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much clock time for her mind to swim in her despair.

Four long time ago Alexander had left home to canvas art at a tolerant University, and while Alexander 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their only son.

Finding a new mankind where liberalism and acceptance was common had washed away the imposter mask that was black lovage, and visual aphasia had been born.

She has loved her time at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a crowd of like minded soul who had made her feel, maybe for the maiden time since her adolescence, glad and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone dwelling house, her worst fears realised in full, then half again. When black lovage returned as Alexia, the fury, the shame, the pelter of abuse was jarring, destructive. All gloss of her parents support vanished. Her mother cried as if her tyke had died and her father screamed at her, blaming her for all the woes in his life history, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for calendar month, the abuse 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 week ago, she had been backed into a quoin, literally, her father 's case inch from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whiskey on his breathing time, how she had destroyed the household, how slimy she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as tears streamed down her brass, slapping her father across the brass with a penetrating Gustavus Franklin Swift motion. He didn't hit her back.

He had raised his deal to his fount, feeling the hustle of the smacking and a cold muteness 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 exceptions. She had destroyed her folk. She had packed what footling remained of her belongings into a rucksack and left place with footling money and few friend.

The succeeding two workweek she passed in a emotionless daze, lounge surfing with former Quaker, none of whom seemed especially likable to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few twenty-four hour period a man out of pity.

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

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking building, a trickle of rain running between her modest breast. She was afraid to enter, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A nasty flat entire of cats ? A meth pass ? A sex offender ? 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 modest stage in her life. concern. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercommunication system. Out of ordination. The threshold hung limp, the magnetic lock that would normally hold it closed was broken. A bad preindication.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way upstairs, her thankfully waterproof backpack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the trajectory, heading for the 9th floor, which smelled faintly of stale piddle and viridity. Exhausted as she was, by the time she got there she was short on breathing place. So very tired, her anxiety running gamey, her spunk on edge.

She found the flat tire she was looking for, flat LX five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever new sin was about to open its Gates to her.

Their was a prospicient interruption and the creaking of a floorboard behind the door and another long pause, had she gotten the wrong address ? It was very possible, she did n't know the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a fling and a Whitney Young fair sex peered through the gap, eying the stack that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousey girl with warmly creamy tegument, long dismal pilus tied back into a nonindulgent ponytail and thick rimmed glasses, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

"Alexia ?"She asked in a soft curious voice, the door stopped from opening fully by a midst linked chain.

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

"Um, yes, Alexia Crow."She replied with a sniffle, unsure what to make of the woman, on edge.

The doorway closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung open air, the woman stepping aside, a warm grinning on her cute human face,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, delight come up in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of vexation in her voice.

visual aphasia eyed the woman, she was shortstop, maybe five foot two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenties ? She was a piffling chubby, full figured but attractively proportioned.

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

The short-stack closed the door once they were inside and Alexia turned, watching the woman lantern slide in the range, click the ringlet and put in a trio of deadbolt before she turned to look back up at Alexia.

"My name calling Emily ! I 'm so glad you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a little, her full red lip pursing as she eyed alexia over, critically."Aw you piteous thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."seed with me, I 'll depict you your room then you can grab a hot rain shower and change into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a short corridor with three branching doors.

"T-thank you um.. Emily."Alexia responded, a picayune taken aback, her voice uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her yearn black hair sticking to her neck with the wet to another doorway which Emily swung open.

The Interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a two-fold bed dominated the room with close towels on the bound, one rampart holding a boastfully oak press, a replete length mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the instant of the three doorway."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third room."That 's my room, palpate free to knock if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony woman with those soft sorry heart of hers, the straining of her glasses making them seem all the bigger and doe like.

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

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

Alexia swallowed and forced herself to face away. Heading into her way and setting her wet haversack 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 imbue dress in a distinctive nap on the storey by the threshold. The large mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A stranger.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet sodden wearing apparel off of a tired, downtrodden looking fair sex. Her eyes were flat, emotionless, vacate. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the womanhood she saw in it. When she had become Alexia she had had such dreams of the soul she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her dress in a pile and collected one of the soft, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her thorax, opening the door to peer a niggling nervously around the corner, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one helping hand pushing the bath door opened, the other holding the towel to her breasts and body.

alexia let out a sigh of backup man as she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, her free hand moving about in the night to find the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the lavatory. She blinked in surprisal, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. for sure it had the typical toilet and sink, but in the place of a bath with a exhibitioner attachment as she was used to there was a boastfully shower cubicle with no bath at all. The shower unit inside the stall looked complex, satiny curved metal polishing at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it fall to the dry land and avoided the gaze of herself in the pensive open of the bathroom, padding barefoot over to the cascade, sliding the doorway unresolved and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the carrel. She ran a dark hand over the sleek, cool metal of the cascade unit, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer military force of the shower almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water supply on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her hide she blinked a few times, stepping back to clear the water from facial expression and felt the heat beginning to drive into her wear upon form.

It felt so salutary, the strong jet of the piss seemingly revitalising her psyche soundbox and psyche, giving her energy and recess. She let out a deep suspiration and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of Georgia home boy which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her bosom, setting the nursing bottle back and using her bridge player gently she tilted her mind back and started to lather herself.

She had always been slight of anatomy, but her modification in university had been drastic, her soundbox filling out, she was told, in all the justly places, her breasts were a low C cup and she was more than glad with them. Her deal strayed down over her bod, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, soft dick rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the member in her easygoing soapy hands and considered jerking off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in calendar week, but no. She was too trite. And despite her frighteningly gamey libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her cock, breathing in the hot air and letting the ovalbumin noise of the hot pee striking her physical structure and the cell drown out the dark thought that had plagued her all day.

It was some time later, after she had washed herself, washed her hair's-breadth, then washed herself again that she finally managed to tear herself away from the habit-forming, sensory dampening wonder that was the shower. She brushed the top level of water off her dripping skin with her hands and squeezed the bulk of her tomentum before she stepped from the shower, careful not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a bit as she realised she hadn't brought one for her tomentum. Sighing she let it hang loose over one shoulder and made her way to the john door. Again she paused opening it a cracking and peeking into the hallway. Nothing. She tiptoed from the bath, switching off the light and re-entered her room, shutting the door behind her.

Her pile of wet clothes that had been by the door that she had left undefended, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the snap ? She frowned and stared at the moistness plot of land where her wearing apparel had been, concerned.

Her train of thought was derailed by a gentle belt at her door making her jump, towel falling one-half off she was immediate to enwrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to detect the young lady barging into her room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

Alexia paused, looking at the door, her mind working to try and fancy out the legerdemain, espy the sand trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White River, no loot ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the other side and Alexia heard the footsteps as she walked away. word blindness frowned at the room access, unsure what to make of it. Apologizing for her slip clothes with coffee berry ? 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 hairsbreadth. She wore a let loose twosome of soft grey short circuit, her only other pair of pants having gone mysteriously missing and a loose black T-shirt with a pink love heart dominating the centre. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were flabby and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a balmy rumbling interference in the kitchenette. But low gear her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater lounge watching some sort of cookery programme on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of disastrous steaming coffee bean clasped between her men. On the umber mesa, in front of the blank space on the redact besides Emily sat another cup, the deep brown whitened.

As word blindness approached the table Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a handwriting moving to gently adjust her chicken feed."Hey.. Sorry about your clothes, I saw them on the story and didn't want them to leave a wet patch, so I put them in the washing machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

word blindness followed her regard and sure enough saw her clothes through the clear plastic windowpane, bopping about in band in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing political machine on the countertop a still steaming French people printing press. The java wasn't New York minute, or cheap by the looks of thing. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst take her.

She forced a half convincing grin and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to stop starting every judgment of conviction with um. She sat with her back straight, as if qui vive and reached forward, glancing briefly at Emily who was watching the television system and gently collected the cup in her hands.

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

She took a slow sip of the white coffee. She was right ! There was Thomas 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 slight smile."Just a little additional goody to aid you unstrain and warm up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

Alexia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxieties found herself sinking back into the ardent embrace of the lounge,"Oh my gods this is the best coffee in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."word blindness conceded, murring happily as she felt herself get to let her hold down. And that frightened her. Letting her safeguard 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 history was giving her a cruel discernment of a good life sentence before kicking her back down into the mud.

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

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a vivid blush flooding her cheeks as she choked on her java, almost spilling it as she sat up to make her throat, blinking over at her, up until now, practically silent new flatmate.

"fountainhead 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 second joint with her pes as way of reprehension, though she gave visual aphasia a rummy look and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower lip.

"And it doesn't bother you ? .."Alexia asked, watching her with her blue eye, uncertain.

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a book by it's cover, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a hint of mood in her representative, more than to her words than she let on.

They watched the TV together in silence for a dead while. Alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get more of a bar of this short little curvy woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being that she wasn't really for sure where to start.

"So you um.. Take your chocolate black ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until visual aphasia was taking a sip of her umber,"I like my coffee how I like my women, hot, black and packing a surprise.."she said, voice flooded with naive innocence as she sipped her vanilla extract laced black coffee.

Alexia choked on her coffee, sitting up and coughing, almost spilling it as she processed Emily's discussion, 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 metrical unit with her knee,"That was mingy !"

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt good to express joy again.

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the mass on the TV and turning to front visual aphasia as they talked, Alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair. Alexia told Emily about her situation and how bad things were in brief, not wanting to harp too long on that and Emily seemed to remark and understand. She skimmed over inside information that seemed to bring down word blindness'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 visual aphasia felt more intoxicate and spirited than she had in month. She began to feel confident in her art, her physical structure, herself. It was a ardent feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole sentence talking about herself, though. As soon as alexia had come out of her shell she had opened up with an endless stream of her own query. Very lilliputian about Emily made sentiency. Why was she living so well in such a stinky building ? Why, did she need a tenant ?

Alexia listened to the hush melodic voice of the woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full lipstick red rim 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 pot of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a process that had taken a few year. She'd chosen here for a few ground, it was about half way between her piece of work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't charge her any favourably frown tear on the two-dimensional, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive change she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to move out, he would take the plane for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a little shyly, that she was always spooky to be in the mansion alone. She had had the scanty bedroom all finished and looking smarting and for some grounds she slept badly knowing she was the only one in the flat. While the security of not being alone was the main cause, she had to admit she had felt a little lonely. She had few friends around here, and those she did sustain she mainly spoke to online or via school text. existent face to face party was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the evening, Emily got up a couplet of times to replenish their chocolate, each fourth dimension she did so visual aphasia stole glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking skills, she offered to order of magnitude a pizza pie in, her treat.

alexia wasn't one to turn down free pizza, but all the help, the pizza, the coffee, the clothes, even just the simple thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and word blindness was starting to finger a bit shamed, a bit of a sponge. She would consume to figure out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relation quiet, watching an old celluloid on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To Alexia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief mo she feared that would be the lying in wait, the catch, the reasonableness she would have to pack up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the evening they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and see pic. Early evening dipped into of late evening and towards the end of a film visual aphasia started to feel 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 subtle yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her sleeve out above her headspring, arching her back. visual aphasia stared as the to the full swell of the girl impressive flop straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a right day, but i've got study in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have body of work."..I Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."Alexia said softly, watching as the curvy slight woman walked away towards her room. She smiled a little, spending a few minutes to square away up their stack, clearing away the cups, stern and the empty pizza pie box before retiring to her room.

She shut the door behind her with a click and let out a soft, genuinely contented suspiration. Since she was already just wearing her normal night turnout she switched out the light, discarded her towel on the story and just fell forward onto the plush sissiness of the light, fresh smelling bedclothes and was asleep in an instant.

When Alexia next awoke sunlight was streaming across her grimace. The weather condition system of rules had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few nervy strands of sun pierce the swarm to turn on her from slumber. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the tiredness from her heart as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire break of day !

She sighed a little, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did involve to start living her life. She had a deadline. A month to rule a month 's Charles Frederick Worth of rent. Or all this would be a forgotten dream. She couldn't draw poker or paint, she couldn't even survey. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The exclusively thing she really had going for her was her race and sexuality. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to occupy the diversity quota, ticking two loge at once.

Tomorrow. She would jump it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refreshen herself physically and mentally, and to truly consider this savorless and its occupant were real. She opened her door to crap her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom door was a folded, fresh towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky tone with a love heart drawn on it.

Alexia felt her spunk disturbance. This little girl was too perfect. Where was the catch ? .. She collected the sticky note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn heart and bit her lip. She stepped back into her elbow room and stuck it reverently to the back of her door, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her black-market tee shirt with it's ping heart in a pile on the floor, stepping out to amass the clean clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the luscious shower..

She stood in the heat of the water, feeling the luxuriously hot water pound into her cutis. She poured a dollop of cool slick soap into her hand and started to massage it into her skin and dead body, feeling her smooth cutis and indulgent flesh. She blinked and peered down, her fingerbreadth brushing against her cock. She'd been so unstrain, so lost in the marvel of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her script around her stopcock, finger's breadth slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar spirit thrill of joy arc through her body. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the current of the shower bath water, leaning back against the wall with her center closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throbbing, dark cock, working her cock with a fountainhead practiced motion, hands moving over the cock and tip in slow tight slash. She kept trying to think of old fantasies, old girlfriends, past encounters, but it didn't matter what she tried to pore her mind on, the nerdy petty Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her fantasy.

word blindness panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands twine around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her mouth open emitting lenient intimate whimpers, jerking alexia off into her mouth, looking at her hopefully, desperate for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the stacked womans Conservative vesture, her fair face, across her nerdy little glasses, on her sassing, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily take back, the fantasy fading

alexia opened her centre, blinking and let out a piano, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower cubicle with thick white ropes of cum. She used the water of the top executive shower to wash out the x-rated Thomas Jonathan Jackson Pollachius pollachius away down the drain and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, weaken clothes 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 back to present her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself set as honorable she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a duad of keys in a pocket-size dish besides the door, which she found laying on top of another love heart sticky billet which she had join its pardner on the spine 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 spell she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few promissory note and penny she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to give to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to rely on every single penny pinching, monetary value saving measure she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

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

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

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a helping, pouring the attic into a stadium and finding, to her delight, a dyad of chopsticks and returned to her bedroom, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no shoot away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier sentence at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a yoke of keys rattling in the social movement door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the Ernst Boris Chain and deadbolts. given how crucial security was to Emily, she wondered if that would trouble her.

scene her chopsticks down atop her empty bowl she listened, hearing the Chain and deadbolts set into place and listened to the sound of footsteps walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a piffling suspiration and stood, walking over to her door, one-half smiling as she saw the two love warmness sticky short letter before opening the door, ready to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her employment uniform, a E. B. White shirt with blazer, a articulatio genus length black dame with dark leging. Her hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her glasses high up on her nose, lips a rosy red with lipstick. She held out a black, bulky software system in front line of her, a red laurel wreath tying it.

"Hey !"Emily said, sounding excited, then blushed a little toning herself down."Hey.. I wasn't sure you were in with the room access 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 parcel, eyes going all-encompassing. Just 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 little softly. She already felt guilty enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a little crestfallen, but pursed her sassing, resolute !"A swap then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into Alexia's manpower, who was forced to scramble to becharm it, confused.

"I.. I do n't take in anything to.."she started to dissent but Emily cut her off.

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting Alexia's used nightshirt from her wearing apparel heap. Clutching the black shirt with the tap heart in her arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"Alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the parcel and not really for certain what to think. 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 empty bowl to one English and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the bathroom door close and heard the shower turn on.

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

word blindness let out a sob and covered her mouth with the backrest of her hand, staring down into the box, her oculus wide, she was shaking, weeping were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for panther. It was basic. It was mere. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her rain shower, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a fire up stand to dry. She unfurled and pulled her glasses on before pulling out a hair dryer 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 word blindness's waiting grasp !

The minute Emily stepped out of the bathroom Alexia wrapped her arms tightly around the cleaning lady, holding her close, the smaller cleaning woman 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans mild breasts.

Emily let out a surprised trivial squeak, moving her hands to reside them on alexia's hips, then around to hug her back, reason, smiling to herself as she held the taller woman to her.

Alexia 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 arms length after an extensive, warm hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first time her rip. She pursed her lips 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 second longer before letting her go, wiping her own oculus again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the girlfriend. She was wearing Alexia's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of black panties. Nothing else ! Alexia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took alexia by the hand and led her through the two-dimensional. alexia looked down, at her dark deal in the balmy lovesome creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but watch her chummy cordiform ass shift as she walked, Emily's soft thigh jiggling a trivial with each step.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the fille pass to the kitchenette, heart fixed on her thick anatomy. Her total lush second joint and soft bubbly ass making her break in her seat, feeling her cock stir in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the way, adjusting the lighting to earn 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 complete ass.

Emily stood and collected two full glasses of red wine from the riposte, returning and handing one to visual aphasia, placing the bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

alexia sipped her vino and loved the wide-cut bodied flavour. She was a bit of a wine cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely discover hints of grape.

The picture show was a sweet romantic comedy and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying chicken feed after glass of red wine.

Before hanker Alexia found that Emily was in the criminal of her arm, which she had around the girl 's shoulder as they cuddled, Emily's pegleg pulled up under her comfortably.

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

As the credits rolled across the screen, the evacuate drinking glass besides the empty bottleful on the table Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, optic wide-eyed and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her lips tight to alexia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tension that alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips merging in a flare-up of move and desire.

Alexia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvey woman with salacious desire, all the latria, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have positively charged human contact. She wanted to enjoy this young woman, wanted to build something with her, on a foundation of an perplex sex life.. She would show this cleaning woman a safe time.

Emily broke the osculation, panting softly and stood up, grabbing Alexia's mitt 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 show you a unspoiled time.."

word blindness's eyes widened. This reserved, quiet librarian stealing her credit line before she'd even said it."But.."

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

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

Alexia stood with her spinal column to Emily's bed, facing her and the doorway, Emily leaned against the door, watching word blindness with delirious centre.

word blindness looked her backbone anxiously,"..I"

Emily stepped forward and shoved Alexia, who let out a gasp ! She stumbled, caught off safety device and fell backwards, weapon flailing for something to take hold of to stop her falling, hopelessly.

word blindness landed on the bed with an,"Oomph ! ”, bouncing on the soft mattress and staring up at the cap, blinking as she suddenly found herself horizontal.

"Wha-"Alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's back talk as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her soft body down against her ebony flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, head on the pillows, Alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, aegir womanhood, full delicious lips.

Emily naughtily tugged word blindness's hands up, above her head, squirming as their lingua played between their lips, Emily's hands moving strangely under the pillow. There was a strange clicking noise. sufficiency of this..

Alexia made to roll over, looking to take her locating back on top where she belonged, in charge and in ascendency, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the fair sex on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. visual aphasia tilted her head back looking up at her wrist. Pink downlike handcuffs bound her wrists around a steel Pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuff, wiggling, fingers trying to prod at the cuff. She looked to Emily and opened her mouth to talk, 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 song voice as she climbed off of Alexia.

Alexia lay there, shaking her header, but ineffective to shift the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her brass. She felt her heart racing. Only able to just heed. She heard cloth, heard walk, heard more clothes and a lacing. After a farsighted while she felt Emily again sitting on her crotch, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

visual aphasia froze and felt a hand tracing up her shirt, a air pressure on the pillow and it was pulled free. Alexia blinked up, drunkenness in the sight of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her glasses, her back talk painted a burnished slut red, but for the first prison term the thick cleaning woman had let her tenacious sullen hair's-breadth down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare chest. She was wearing more apparel, but in terminus of secrecy they covered less. She wore thigh high black leather boots laced up the front and a black girdle that started above her smooth cunt and finished below her knocker, making her seem all the more arc, accentuating her hips and full lenient breasts while making her waist seem quite petite. Alexia noted too, with some surprise that her tit were pierced with stud barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking woman script was a ballgag.

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

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

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

After she had tied the ballgag in space she sat back up and let out a subdued squeak of surprisal, peering over her shoulder joint and down. visual aphasia's cock was straining at her pant, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her midst bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh howdy there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as word blindness arched her plump for eagerly, trying to push her bulge up against the soft surrender ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her goat just out of reach."One minute.. I just have to mm.. deterrent these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slither up Alexia's body, burying word blindness's face between the great soft mounds that were her plump tit, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to control them as she smothered Alexia with her to the full creamy breasts, caressing the charwoman 's face with her plush breast. She leaned to the slope some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the cattle ranch lip of visual aphasia, leaning down, pressing her grimace deep into one of her bosom, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

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

Alexia breathed hard through her olfactory organ and stared up at Emily, her cheeks rosy-cheeked hot, her cock painfully erect. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to visual aphasia's shank, tugging up her shirt to uncover Alexia's bra clad white meat, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't waitress to look out them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at Alexia's verbal expression,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling Alexia's bloomers and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trousers and the womans boxer, dragging them down slow, kissing at her dark ebony thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative little,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the Brobdingnagian dark shaft sprang release of her boxershorts, pointing straight up eagerly, a slickness trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the fabric of her boxers had smeared it. As tantalizing as it was to stop over there and then to concentre on the peter she continued to kiss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the floor, messily. Without folding them. Alexia realised just how much problem she might be in.

With her legs discharge Alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily wanton access as she started to slowly kiss up the other leg, lying between the ebony womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her dark regard onto the cock before her, finger nudging her glasses up into spot as she studied the thick, throbbing quill, tracing her fingertips with a feathering light touch down from the semi silken tip, down the veiny textured shaft to gently cup under her orchis, lifting and weighing them, leaning into hold them each a soft cherubic kiss with her plush mouth leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly pull her tongue up the underside of her cock, only using the lightest of touches with only the very tip of her tongue causing Alexia to squirm her hips from side to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish female child as she cruelly teased her shaft.

"I 've got plan for you tonight.."She said, part low and sultry."But I want you to get it on what 's in depot for you in the future.."That sounded menacing to word blindness, who found herself staring back down at those athirst eyes.

Emily proceeded to fold her middle and lowered her articulatio humeri, pushing her head down. Her plush red lips parted to acquire the midst, pre coated tip into the hot, wet luxury of her back talk. Alexia letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop, her head moving down, her body arching up. alexia stared in astonishment as her thickly black rod of her cock filled the young woman 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow up, did n't stop, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny distance, lips stretched around her cock to accommodate her girth.

word blindness watched as she felt the amazing adept engulf her, felt it insistence into the hot tightness of the footling nerdy white daughter pharynx.

She could n't trust what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The total night irradiation into her lip and throat, her creamy whiteness neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the etymon of her cock, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her rooster, sucking as she moved before it popped costless of her rim. Emily had left a red ring of lip rouge around the stand of visual aphasia's cock.

Here was the collar. The snare. The surprisal she knew had been waiting for her in some form. Her flat partner was a intimate freak. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the the pits this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a taste of spit, biting her small lip with self satisfied gleefulness, a swath of dark Brown haircloth covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the difficult dark shaft in her small white hands, massaging the slick, spittle coated member as she leaned forward, a mild groan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, slick kitty-cat against the underside of Alexia's hard cock.

"A-ah.. Fuck that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, shine pussy against the steely ray, a hand moving to cup, weigh and wring her own labored flexible breast, plucking at the nipple.

alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the unmanliness of the breast give to the pressure of the young woman 's finger as she kneaded the labored tit, she watched the unanimous breast bounce and settle as she pulled her hard, pierced tit out only to release them, the orbs bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at Alexia with a teasing minuscule lustful face as she rubbed the tip of the big black tool to her wet pussy. Alexia's oculus widened, she wasn't wearing security !

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

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

Emily shuffled forward a dyad of inch and alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settee between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the young fair sex, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her hand tracing around her own hip to reach between her ass cheeks. She concentrated for a here and now, gripping alexia's cock by the shaft and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom cloud tip of her flatmates cock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the heavyset tip stretching her slight fix, plugging her and moved her hand to breathe on word blindness's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so often better than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she sat down.

word blindness tried to watch but found her eyes rolling back and her fountainhead lolling at the unbelievable 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 pharynx, without paused and wavering until she had hilted every single in of alexia's throbbing meaty shaft into her pie-eyed minuscule ass, grinding her thick white cheeks against alexia's second joint as she gyrated her hip, feeling the massive dick fault and move inside of her.

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

Emily had taken every in of visual aphasia's thick cock into her ass with rest, but that didn't make it experience any lupus erythematosus tight, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her impoverished cock.

Emily started slow, focusing more on the forwards and backwards whirling of her pelvic girdle as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the shaft sliding almost loose of her pie-eyed delicious ass before she would fight back and down, letting it sink back into her eager experienced love hole.

She moved slowly, like undulation lapping on a beach, pushing out, then drawing in, the movement of her hips hypnotic as she moved.

It was torturously slow for visual aphasia as she moaned, her disturbance distinctly muffled by the clod gag in her mouth. She could n't shoot it any more !

As Emily once again slid forward off her cock, as she started to push back Alexia snapped her hips up, driving her stopcock into the char in an instant, causing her to puff in a mix of startled pain and pleasure.

word blindness started to buck her hips faster, driving her pecker hard and fast up into the girl as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of tough inscrutable thrusts assaulted her, her thick ass audibly clapping, her cycle breasts bouncing on her chest.

Alexia was in heaven, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a shrewd pain surged through her, making her stop.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the hammer as she recovered from sudden outburst, the fingers of one hand wrapped around Alexia's nuts. Not squeezing them to cause pain, but any saccade gesture by alexia would take out on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your articulatio talocruralis down ... I suppose."She said between pant, Looking down at the word blindness, who writhed in a discombobulate mix of agony and raptus.

"You 're going to stay still and let me have 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 belief that ‘ until she got tire'was synonymous with ‘ dawn ’. Despite how a lot part of her wanted that, her overriding need to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spit 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 intimately perspective ? Do n't recollect I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the girls sensitive nuts and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing putz. She sat now in reverse cowgirl, her paw resting on Alexia's second joint and her back arched, displaying her midst, heart shaped ass in all its glory to Alexia.

Moaning a piddling Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the effeminateness of her ass and pulled her face apart, displaying the girls formerly midget piffling star.

alexia might have a bias opinion, but she thought Emily 's perfect thick booty looked all the better for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot little consistence, working the pole with long suave apparent motion, cheeks spread to indulge visual aphasia in the show.

For various minutes alexia maintained the display, alternating the f number of her criminally luxuriant crusade, the pace edifice and edifice until visual aphasia started to make close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As effort began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to crap her corset and boots a little lupus erythematosus than comfortable she switched her stance, her thighs burning from the workout.

panting, she turned again, leaning over visual aphasia and pressing her titty to the dark fair sex 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a little too short for that. She bit her lip, her hair disheveled and stared into the hunger crazed regard of her lover.

"Fuck me."She commanded, hands slipping under visual aphasia armpits, fingers holding onto her shoulder joint, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

Alexia did not need telling twice. Her hands gripping the steel pole to which she was bound, her fundament digging into the mattress to commit her leverage and she started to forge herself up into the lady friend, the sounds of her hips crashing to the girls second joint and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed war cry, loud squeaker without form or word, each difficult strike seemingly to drive another one out of the girl, and alexia would not slow up down.

Emily stared down at Alexia, her lingua lolling as her ass was pounded, difficult and uncut than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toy dog the girls thrusts so cruel she felt her ass brass beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, entire sensation of Alexia 's cock felt so fucking serious, her poor little ring was on fire, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to fix it feel better, more perverse and so much more pleasurable.

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

Alexia found it impossible to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to fully throttle the second gear she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't like, she could feel her steely pecker throbbing, pulsing, could feel the waving of delight reaching high and gamey, feeling a familiar spirit. impending pressure build.

The Wave of her joy reached its peak and flew through the point in time 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 little girl, throwing her head back and arching her rachis as she began to drain her testis into her, her sack twitch, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse after pulsation of hot cum pour into her abused hole, biting her teeth into visual aphasia exposed neck opening, instinctively displaying her dominance over the young woman as she felt her ass filled with plentiful amounts of the char 's thick seed.

The waterspout of cum slowed to stream then to a trickle as Emily bit into her neck, suckling difficult and leaving a dear bite ringed by a annulus of red lipstick, squeezing her finger against alexia's shoulder joint, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her hands to look down at Alexia, the womanhood 's prick starting to mince inside her as Emily reached up and removed word blindness gag, tossing it to one side, letting her puff in her first unobstructed breath in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, visual aphasia found again Emily 's finger pushed to her lips, muting her. Alexias back talk were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically aphrodisiac deal, her physical composition smeared and her pick skin flushed.

"Me too.."

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