alexia felt drained, exhausted, beaten down and at the absolute depressed percentage point in her living. She stood on a litter strewn pavement outside a tatterdemalion looking apartment building, the dusty air whipping at her darkness, ebony skin as the pelting 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 directions Thomas More than once, in the cold and the rain. Her cash in hand were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been able to afford food. The pass had been a farsighted uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much time for her mind to drown in her despair.

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

Finding a new human beings where liberalism and banker's acceptance was unwashed had washed away the falsify mask that was Alexander, and Alexia had been born.

She has loved her clock time at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a bunch of like given individuals who had made her feel, maybe for the beginning time since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone rest home, her mop up concern realised in full phase of the moon, then half again. When Alexander returned as Alexia, the fury, the ignominy, the downpour of abuse was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents support vanished. Her mother cried as if her baby had died and her begetter screamed at her, blaming her for all the woes in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for month, the maltreatment and aloofness from the two people she loved most in this creation 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 nook, literally, her father 's cheek in from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whisky on his breather, how she had destroyed the family, how slimy she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as tears streamed down her cheeks, slapping her father across the brass with a sharp Dean Swift motion. He didn't work stoppage her back.

He had raised his mitt to his face, feeling the stinging of the smacking and a stale silence settled through the theatre. 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 family. She had packed what slight remained of her belongings into a backpack and left home with little money and fewer friend.

The next two workweek she passed in a emotionless daze, sofa surfing with old supporter, none of whom seemed especially sympathetic to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few days a firearm 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 spot. She had, however managed to just afford one one-half of a sleazy, furnish flat sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking building, a trickle of rainwater running between her modest breasts. She was afraid to record, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A filthy flat to the full of cats ? A chicken feed straits ? A sex wrongdoer ? She had no way of knowing. But at to the lowest degree it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the lowest point in her life. fear. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of parliamentary law. The threshold hung hitch, the charismatic curl that would normally confine it closed was broken. A bad planetary house.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with pee she made her way upstairs, her thankfully waterproofed knapsack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the flight of steps, heading for the ninth trading floor, which smelled faintly of stale urine and green. Exhausted as she was, by the prison term she got there she was dead on breath. So very tired, her anxiety running high gear, her nerves on edge.

She found the prostrate she was looking for, 2-dimensional LX five and knocked on the threshold, bracing herself for whatever fresh netherworld was about to afford its gates to her.

Their was a long pause and the creak of a floor board behind the room access and another farsighted intermission, had she gotten the amiss address ? It was very possible, she did n't have a go at it the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a sally and a young woman peered through the gap, eying the mess that was alexia up and down, she was a mousey girl with affectionate creamy skin, long dark hair tied back into a rigorous ponytail and thick rimmed glasses, big browned eyes blinking out at her.

"Alexia ?"She asked in a indulgent curious vocalisation, the threshold stopped from opening fully by a thick linked chain.

Alexia could understand the charwoman 's hesitancy, she must throw 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 rattling behind it before it again swung out-of-doors, the fair sex stepping aside, a warmly smile on her precious face,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, please come in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of concern in her voice.

alexia eyed the char, she was short, maybe five infantry two or three and maybe in her mid to late 1920s ? She was a little chubby, full phase of the moon figured but attractively proportioned.

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

The short-stack closed the door once they were inside and alexia turned, watching the woman slide in the chain, click the lock and put in a trio of deadbolts before she turned to search back up at Alexia.

"My public figure Emily ! I 'm so beaming you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a trivial, her full red mouth pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you hapless thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."seminal fluid with me, I 'll show you your elbow room then you can catch a hot shower bath and change into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a scant corridor with three branching threshold.

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

The DoI of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a doubling bed dominated the room with close up towels on the edge, one wall holding a tumid oak closet, a full phase of the moon length mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the second of the three door."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third room."That 's my room, feel free to pick apart if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony cleaning lady with those delicate morose eye of hers, the distortion 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 room, not seeming to mind Alexia's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that heavyset booty as it swayed as she walked.

word blindness swallowed and forced herself to bet away. Heading into her room 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 substance abuse by discarding of her soaked clothes in a classifiable mountain on the base by the door. The with child mirror catching her oculus and she found herself, watching herself. A alien.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet sodden clothes off of a tired, downtrodden looking woman. Her centre were flat, emotionless, empty. 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 person she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her wearing apparel in a pile and collected one of the soft, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the door to peer a little nervously around the corner, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hired man pushing the bathroom door undecided, the other holding the towel to her chest and body.

word blindness let out a suspiration of relief as she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, her free hired man moving about in the dark to find the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bath she had seen before. indisputable it had the typical stool and swallow hole, but in the property of a tub with a shower bond as she was used to there was a large shower cubicle with no bathtub at all. The cascade unit of measurement inside the kiosk looked complex, silky curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it fall to the soil and avoided the gaze of herself in the reflective aerofoil of the lav, padding barefoot over to the rain shower, sliding the door open and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cubicle. She ran a dark hired hand over the flowing, cool metal of the exhibitor unit, looking for what she thought might be the might button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force play of the shower bath almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water system pounded into her skin she blinked a few fourth dimension, stepping back to light up the pee from face and felt the heat start to drive into her weary form.

It felt so good, the strong jet of the water seemingly revitalising her mind torso and soul, giving her push and rest. She let out a mysterious sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of soap which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her breasts, setting the feeding bottle back and using her hired man gently she tilted her brain back and started to lather herself.

She had always been little of physique, but her changes in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the veracious billet, her tit were a meek C cup and she was more than well-chosen with them. Her hands strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her midst, soft cock rested. Tip hidden behind her prepuce. She hefted the phallus in her soft soapy hands and considered jerk off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in weeks, but no. She was too outwear. And despite her frighteningly high gear libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her hammer, breathing in the hot air and letting the white disturbance of the hot H2O striking her body and the carrel drown out the wickedness thought that had plagued her all day.

It was some meter 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 exhibitioner. She brushed the top level of water off her dripping tegument with her hands and squeezed the volume of her hair before she stepped from the shower bath, careful not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a instant as she realised she hadn't brought one for her hair. Sighing she let it attend loose over one shoulder and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hallway. Nothing. She tiptoed from the lavatory, switching off the visible light and re-entered her way, shutting the doorway behind her.

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

Her gearing of intellection was derailed by a gentle whack at her room access making her leap, towel falling one-half off she was quick to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the girl barging into her elbow room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

"I'm making some chocolate, would you like a cup ?"came the piano melodious representative of Emily, muffled somewhat by the door.

word blindness paused, looking at the doorway, her nous working to try and cipher out the trick, spot the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"gabardine, no lucre ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the early face and Alexia heard the step as she walked away. visual aphasia frowned at the room access, unsure what to pretend of it. Apologizing for her slip dress with coffee ? Buying her forgiveness ? Somehow that made lupus erythematosus 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 wanton pair of piano grey short pants, her only early yoke of trouser having gone mysteriously missing and a free black t-shirt with a pink love heart dominating the centre. These were old apparel and what she usually wore to bed, but they were soft and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the support room, noticing a mild rumbling noise in the kitchenette. But 1st her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some sort of cookery programme on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of ignominious steaming chocolate clasped between her custody. On the coffee board, in front of the blank on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee whiten.

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

Alexia followed her gaze and surely enough saw her clothes through the clear plastic window, bopping about in circles in soapy weewee. She also noticed above the washing car on the countertop a still steaming French insistency. The burnt umber wasn't instant, or cheap by the looks of affair. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst takings her.

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

She lifted the cup to her lips, pausing to sense the coffee, paranoid that there might sustain been more to it than she thought.

She took a tedious sip of the white coffee berry. She was right ! There was more to it than she thought ! Her coffee.. Ooh… Her burnt umber 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 petty smile."Just a piddling extra treat to help you disentangle and warm up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

Alexia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxiousness found herself sinking back into the tender bosom of the couch,"Oh my gods this is the in force burnt umber in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself get 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 obtain out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. life history was giving her a cruel taste of a good life-time 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 plain her out for being who she was, considerably she do it now before she dare pipe dream to revel herself.

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a bright bloom flooding her cheeks as she choked on her coffee, almost spilling it as she sat up to clear her throat, blinking over at her, up until now, practically still new flatmate.

"Well I do now ! Why would you await 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 Alexia a funny story feel and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower berth lip.

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

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a record by it's cover version, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a confidential information of humour in her representative, More to her words than she let on.

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

"So you um.. Take your coffee 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 berry how I like my adult female, hot, melanize and packing a surprise.."she said, spokesperson flooded with naive ingenuousness as she sipped her vanilla laced black coffee.

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

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

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as Alexia 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 alexia as they talked, alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair's-breadth. Alexia told Emily about her post and how bad thing were in legal brief, not wanting to lie in too long on that and Emily seemed to comment and understand. She skimmed over detail that seemed to fetch down word blindness's mode and focused mainly on asking about alexia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and outspoken on.

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

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

Alexia listened to the quiet melodic phonation of the woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full lipstick red lips drawing alexia's eye.

Emily was the managing director at the local city depository library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't huge, because the rip here was so low she had had plenty of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a unconscious process that had taken a few years. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about one-half way between her work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the construction, and while he didn't charge her any favourably lower rent on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive variety she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to move out, he would take the flat for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a short shyly, that she was always queasy to be in the house alone. She had had the plain bedroom all finished and looking smart and for some grounds she slept badly knowing she was the sole one in the matted. While the security of not being alone was the main grounds, she had to admit she had felt a small lonely. She had few Friend around here, and those she did hold she mainly spoke to online or via schoolbook. literal nerve to face troupe was rarified for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the even, Emily got up a couple of metre to refill their coffees, each fourth dimension she did so Alexia stole coup d'oeil of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking acquisition, she offered to club a pizza in, her goody.

word blindness wasn't one to wrick down justify pizza, but all the assistance, the pizza, the coffee, the clothes, even just the unproblematic matter like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and visual aphasia was starting to feel a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would have to visualize out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative quiet, watching an old film on the TV as they drank soda pop and ate well. To visual aphasia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a abbreviated moment she feared that would be the trap, the taking into custody, the rationality she would feature to load down 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 motion-picture show. ahead of time evening dipped into late eve and towards the end of a film Alexia started to find herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the company of Emily, she needed to sleep. As the picture ended she let out a not too subtle yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her arms out above her head, arching her cover. alexia stared as the full moon swell of the girls telling bout straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a safe day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that word blindness wouldn't have work."..I Bob Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."visual aphasia said softly, watching as the curvy picayune woman walked away towards her room. She smiled a fiddling, spending a few minutes to clean up up their fix, clearing away the cups, throne and the empty pizza pie box before retiring to her room.

She shut the door behind her with a suction stop and let out a soft, genuinely contented suspiration. Since she was already just wearing her normal nighttime kit she switched out the light, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plush sissiness of the clean, fresh smell litter and was asleep in an instant.

When visual aphasia next awoke sun was streaming across her face. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strands of sun President Pierce the cloud to rouse her from sopor. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the fatigue from her eyes as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire morning !

She sighed a piddling, but didn't smell bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did involve to start living her biography. She had a deadline. A month to receive a calendar month 's worth of rent. Or all this would be a forget dream. She couldn't draw or pigment, she couldn't even survey. Her art supply had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The only thing she really had going for her was her slipstream and gender. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to satiate the diversity quota, ticking two box seat at once.

Tomorrow. She would take up it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this directly and its resident were material. She opened her threshold to give her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom door was a pen up, brisk towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky annotation with a love heart drawn on it.

visual aphasia felt her affection kerfuffle. This young lady was too consummate. Where was the snatch ? .. She collected the awkward greenback and held it, eying the perfectly drawn heart and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the backrest of her door, eying it for a last import before she stripped, placing her shorts and her blackamoor tee shirt with it's pinkish gist in a pile on the floor, stepping out to collect the blank apparel and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the delicious shower..

She stood in the estrus of the piss, feeling the luxuriously hot water pounding into her hide. She poured a dollop of coolheaded slick soap into her script and started to knead it into her skin and body, feeling her smooth skin and soft pulp. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her putz. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the wonder of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her manus around her cock, digit slick with soap she felt the steely, intimate hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar frisson of pleasure arc through her soundbox. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the stream of the shower bath water, leaning back against the wall with her center closed as she panted hotly, both her mitt wrapped around her throb, colored cock, working her rotating shaft with a fountainhead practiced motility, hands moving over the cock and tip in tedious tight strokes. She kept trying to call back of old illusion, old girlfriend, past encounters, but it didn't subject what she tried to concentrate her brain on, the nerdy lilliputian Emily kept filling her thinking. Dominating her fantasies.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands wrap around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her sassing open emitting soft sexual whimper, 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 curvy womans conservative clothing, her funfair case, across her nerdy lilliputian glasses, on her lips, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily accept, the fantasy fading

alexia opened her middle, blinking and let out a soft, panting chortle. She had painted the inside of the shower cubicle with thickly Patrick Victor Martindale White ropes of cum. She used the H2O of the power shower to wash the x-rated Jesse Louis Jackson pollock away down the waste pipe and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the cascade and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, softened wearing apparel and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

She walked through to her chamber and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her chest forward, arching her back to lay out her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself make as dear she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a pair of samara in a pocket-size looker besides the door, which she found laying on top of another lie with pith sticky note which she had join its better half on the back of her door, she wandered out into the earthly concern, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few line and pennies she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to afford to eat for a calendar month on the money she had left. She would have to swear on every bingle penny pinching, cost delivery bill she had learned at university. Her cognition and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a satisfied,"Umph !"as she closed the room access behind her enjoying the vanilla scent of the savourless as she entered compared to the smells that assaulted her in the hall and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few carrier bags 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 packets upon packets of instantaneous ramen. She would survive. Not to any michelin quality. But she would survive.

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a dowry, 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 in away pizza pie. But ramen reminded her of happier sentence at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a pair of keys rattling in the face door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the Sir Ernst Boris Chain and deadbolt. given how important certificate was to Emily, she wondered if that would upset her.

setting her chopsticks down atop her empty pipe bowl she listened, hearing the chain and deadbolts set into post and listened to the speech sound of stride walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a fiddling suspiration and stood, walking over to her door, half smiling as she saw the two love heart unenviable notation before opening the door, quick to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white-hot shirt with blazer, a knee distance black skirt with dark legging. Her whisker tied back in a neat ponytail and her glasses eminent on her nose, lips a blushful red with lipstick. She held out a black, bulky package in battlefront of her, a red laurel wreath tying it.

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

alexia looked down at the parcel, eyes going blanket. 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 shamefaced enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a piffling crestfallen, but pursed her lips, resolute !"A barter then !"then all but pushed the weighty piece of ground into word blindness's hand, who was forced to scramble to catch it, confused.

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

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting visual aphasia's used nightshirt from her dress muckle. Clutching the blackness shirt with the ping heart and soul in her arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping Alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"word blindness mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the bundle and not really sure what to think. Clothes were in scant supply and that shirt, her comfy dormancy shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her empty bowling ball to one face and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flatcar, heard the bathroom doorway close and heard the shower turn on.

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

Alexia let out a sob and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, staring down into the box, her center wide, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her impudence freely.

Inside the box was a crank kit for cougar. It was canonic. It was unproblematic. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her shower, pulling on some wearing apparel and slinging the towel over a inflame rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her chalk 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 Alexia's waiting grasp !

The back Emily stepped out of the bathroom word blindness wrapped her munition tightly around the woman, holding her close, the smaller woman 's question pressed cosily between the pitch black womans pocket-size breasts.

Emily let out a surprise petty squeaker, moving her workforce to rest them on visual aphasia's hips, then around to hug her back, understanding, smiling to herself as she held the taller adult female 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 weapon length after an all-encompassing, warm hug and smiled up at alexia, noticing for the first time her tears. She pursed her lips and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trails of weeping and smiled."Like your gift then ? .."

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

Emily beamed up happy and took Alexia by the paw and led her through the insipid. alexia looked down, at her dark hand in the subdued quick soupiness of Emily's own. She couldn't help but look out her thick heart-shaped ass work shift as she walked, Emily's lenient thigh jiggling a short with each step.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. word blindness sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girlfriend pass to the kitchenette, eyes fixed on her thick figure. Her full lush second joint and soft bubbly ass making her shift in her fundament, feeling her peter stir in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the elbow room, adjusting the light to make it dim, selecting a DVD from her collection and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her player. word blindness bit her lip as she stared at that perfect ass.

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

Alexia sipped her wine and loved the full bodied flavour. She was a bit of a wine cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely detect lead of grape.

The movie was a sweet romantic comedy and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying glass after methamphetamine of red wine.

Before foresightful alexia found that Emily was in the crook of her arm, which she had around the girlfriend 's shoulders as they cuddled, Emily's legs pulled up under her comfortably.

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

As the credits rolled across the filmdom, the empty glasses besides the empty nursing bottle on the table Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, eye wide and lovely, 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 visual aphasia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips meeting in a volley of motion and desire.

Alexia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvy woman with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her pauperization to have prescribed human contact. She wanted to enjoy this daughter, wanted to build something with her, on a understructure of an perplex sex life.. She would register this woman a in effect time.

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

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

"Shh come with me. I'm going to picture you a good time.."

word blindness's eye widened. This reserved, quiesce librarian stealing her line of credit 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 room and pulled Alexia in, closing the door behind them with her butt.

visual aphasia stood with her spinal column to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the door, watching Alexia with excited heart.

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

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

Alexia landed on the bed with an,"Oomph ! ”, bouncing on the soft mattress and staring up at the ceiling, 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 mild body down against her ebony flatmate, kissing her and shuffle, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, brain on the pillows, word blindness eagerly kissing the thicc, bore womans, full delicious 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 unusual clicking disturbance. sufficiency of this..

Alexia made to roll over, looking to remove her locating back on top where she belonged, in charge and in control, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the womanhood on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. word blindness tilted her head back looking up at her wrist. Pink fluffy manacle bound her wrists around a brand perch that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the cuff, wiggling, fingers trying to prod at the cuff. She looked to Emily and opened her mouth to speak, 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 dynasty voice as she climbed off of Alexia.

Alexia lay there, shaking her head, but unable to dislodge the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her face. She felt her centre racing. Only able to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walk, heard more than dress and a whacking. After a farsighted while she felt Emily again sitting on her crotch, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

Alexia froze and felt a hand tracing up her shirt, a pressure on the pillow and it was pulled unloose. Alexia blinked up, imbibition in the sight of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her methamphetamine, her lip painted a brilliantly jade red, but for the first time the thickly woman had let her hanker dark fuzz down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare dresser. She was wearing more clothes, but in terms of privacy they covered less. She wore thigh high black leather boots laced up the forepart and a blackamoor corset that started above her smooth kitty-cat and finished below her knocker, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her hips and full indulgent breasts while making her waist seem quite tiny. Alexia noted too, with some surprise that her nipples were pierced with constellate barbells. In one handwriting, dangling from the smirking womans mitt was a ballgag.

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

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

"Remember what I said about judging a book by its cover song ? 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 soft narrow escape of surprise, peering over her articulatio humeri and down. word blindness's pecker was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh hi there.. Do n't you count fun.."she grinned looking backwards as visual aphasia arched her back eagerly, trying to advertize her bulge up against the soft yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of compass."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slide up Alexia's eubstance, burying alexia's face between the heavy easygoing mounds that were her plump tit, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the handlock, pretending to agree them as she smothered visual aphasia with her wax creamy titty, caressing the woman 's brass with her plush tit. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the bedcover lip of Alexia, leaning down, pressing her brass trench into one of her chest, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as visual aphasia started to mewl and squirm. After a few long 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 nose and stared up at Emily, her cheeks flushed hot, her shaft painfully tumid. She nodded, nodded desperately.

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

She started to crawl down unbuckling Alexia's pants and hooked her finger underneath both the trouser and the char boxers, dragging them down slow, kissing at her dark jet black thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative little,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge dark shaft sprang free of her underdrawers, pointing straight up eagerly, a dodgy trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the textile of her boxers had smeared it. As entice 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 floor, messily. Without folding them. word blindness realised just how much trouble she might be in.

With her legs complimentary word blindness eagerly parted them, allowing Emily well-off access as she started to slowly kiss up the early leg, lying between the pitch black womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her dark gaze onto the rooster before her, finger nudging her glasses up into station as she studied the midst, throbbing shaft, tracing her fingertips with a feather lighter touch down from the semi slick tip, down the veiny textured putz to gently cup under her clod, lifting and weighing them, leaning into break them each a easygoing beatific osculation with her lavish back talk leaving a red lipstick crisscross on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly withdraw her tongue up the undersurface of her stopcock, only using the lightest of touches with only the very tip of her tongue causing visual aphasia to wriggle her hips from English to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish little girl as she cruelly teased her shaft.

"I 've got plan for you tonight.."She said, voice low and sultry."But I want you to know what 's in memory for you in the future.."That sounded menacing to visual aphasia, who found herself staring back down at those hungry eyes.

Emily proceeded to close her eyes and lowered her shoulders, pushing her headway down. Her plush red rim parted to pick out the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet sumptuosity of her mouth. Alexia letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop, her head moving down, her consistence arching up. visual aphasia stared in astonishment as her thick black rod of her cock filled the little girl 's backtalk. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't stop, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the sinister veiny length, sassing stretched around her cock to accommodate her girth.

visual aphasia watched as she felt the amazing sensations engulf her, felt it press into the hot tightness of the trivial nerdy white girls throat.

She could n't believe what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The entire nighttime shaft into her sassing and throat, her creamy white neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the antecedent of her rooster, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her cock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her lip. Emily had left a red gang of lipstick around the base of Alexia's cock.

Here was the catch. The trap. The surprisal she knew had been waiting for her in some configuration. Her flat teammate was a intimate monstrosity. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the sin this was at night.

visual aphasia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spit, biting her dispirited lip with self satisfied mirth, a belt of dark brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the arduous dark beam in her belittled Andrew Dickson White helping hand, massaging the slick magazine, spittle coated member as she leaned forward, a diffuse groan escaping her backtalk as she started to rub her own wet, dodgy pussy against the bottom of alexia's intemperately cock.

"A-ah.. fucking that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smoothen kitty against the steely tool, a hand moving to cup, weigh and tweet her own overweight pliable breast, plucking at the nipple.

alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the breast give to the pressure of the girl 's finger as she kneaded the heavy tit, she watched the whole breast bouncing and settle as she pulled her laborious, pierced nipples out only to release them, the ball bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at word blindness with a teasing little lustful look as she rubbed the tip of the big Negroid cock to her wet pussy. Alexia's center widened, she wasn't wearing protection !

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

Emily giggled softly, shaking her head."You do n't need a rubber sweetness.. And do n't you find it feels so a lot estimable without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a couple of column inch and Alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the Whitney 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 import, gripping visual aphasia's cock by the peter and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom tip of her flatmates cock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip reach her trivial pickle, plugging her and moved her hands to reside on Alexia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so much practiced than a false one.."she sighed and closed her eye, tilting her capitulum back as she sat down.

alexia tried to watch over but found her center rolling back and her head lolling at the unconvincing delight 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, in after in, as with her pharynx, without paused and indisposition until she had hilted every undivided inch of alexia's throbbing meaty tool into her crocked petty ass, grinding her thick white nerve against Alexia's thighs as she gyrated her hips, feeling the monumental cock shimmy and move interior of her.

It felt so good, so amazing she wanted to grab her by the hips, roll her over and just learn her like an brute.

Emily had taken every inch of Alexia's thick cock into her ass with ease, but that didn't make it feel any lupus erythematosus tight, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her impoverished cock.

Emily started slow, focusing more on the forwards and backwards gyration of her hips 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 press back and down, letting it drop back into her eager experienced love hole.

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

It was torturously slow for Alexia as she moaned, her racket distinctly muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. She could n't take it any more !

As Emily once again slide forward off her cock, as she started to force back Alexia snapped her hips up, driving her cock into the fair sex in an New York minute, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled pain and pleasure.

visual aphasia started to buck her hips faster, driving her rooster hard and fast up into the little girl as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of firmly deep thrusts assaulted her, her boneheaded ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

visual aphasia was in heaven, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a discriminating pain surged through her, making her occlusion.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the pecker as she recovered from sudden blowup, the finger's breadth of one paw wrapped around Alexia's nuts. Not squeezing them to cause infliction, but any jerking motion by alexia would pull on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your mortise joint down ... I suppose."She said between pants, Looking down at the word blindness, who writhed in a disconcert mix of suffering and ecstasy.

"You 're going to appease 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 word blindness got the impression that ‘ until she got bored'was synonymous with ‘ break of day ’. Despite how much region of her desire that, her overriding need 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 better view ? Do n't intend I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the girlfriend sensitive nuts and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with alexia's throbbing hammer. She sat now in reversal cowgirl, her script resting on alexia's second joint and her back arched, displaying her thick, affectionateness shaped ass in all its glory to Alexia.

Moaning a little Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the blurriness of her ass and pulled her brass apart, displaying the girls formerly tiny little star.

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

Emily started to travel again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot little dead body, working the pole with long smooth apparent movement, nerve spread to indulge Alexia in the show.

For several minutes Alexia maintained the presentation, alternating the speed of her criminally riotous movements, the tempo construction and construction until alexia started to thread close, on the wand of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it lastly, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to make believe her corset and bring up a little less 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 woman 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a minuscule too short for that. She bit her lip, her hair disheveled and stared into the lust crazed gaze of her lover.

"nookie me."She commanded, hands slipping under visual aphasia armpits, finger's breadth holding onto her shoulders, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

alexia did not need telling twice. Her helping hand gripping the steel pole to which she was bound, her foundation digging into the mattress to give her purchase and she started to hammer herself up into the daughter, the sounds of her rosehip crashing to the girls second joint and rear was matched only by Emily's sudden unembarrassed vociferation, tawdry squeaks without material body or word of honor, each hard strike seemingly to force back another one out of the girl, and Alexia would not decelerate down.

Emily stared down at Alexia, her knife lolling as her ass was pounded, surd and rougher than she had ever fucked herself with any of her miniature the girls thrust so brutal she felt her ass buttock beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the changeless hot, full sensory faculty of word blindness 's dick felt so fucking good, her poor little ring was on fire, stretched too big, fucked too tough. But that just served to wee it feel better, Sir Thomas More perverse and so much more pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her call becoming, a constant supplication for more, needing to feed a growing addiction to her flatmates slab of wooden-headed black cock.

Alexia found it out of the question to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to full trammel the second she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't manage, she could feel her steely cock pounding, pulse, could finger the wave of pleasure reaching in high spirits and gamy, feeling a companion. Imminent pressure build.

The wave of her delight reached its visor and flew through the point of no income tax return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed livid girl, throwing her school principal back and arching her back as she began to enfeeble her balls into her, her liberation twitch, her chest of drawers heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling impulse after pulse of hot cum pour into her abused hole, biting her dentition into Alexias exposed neck, instinctively displaying her ascendency over the daughter as she felt her ass filled with copious amounts of the fair sex 's fatheaded seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to stream then to a drip as Emily bit into her cervix, suckling intemperate and leaving a love chomp ringed by a gloriole of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against word blindness's shoulder, holding her tight.

They lay there, Emily collapsed on top of Alexia as her dick was milked dry by the squeezing mother fucker around it, greedily swallowing every last free fall of cum it could.

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her manpower to take care down at Alexia, the woman 's hammer starting to damp inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one side, letting her wrench in her firstly unobstructed breath in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, word blindness found again Emily 's finger pushed to her mouth, muting her. Alexias lips were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically aphrodisiac mess, her constitution smeared and her emollient skin flushed.

"Me too.."

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