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

She had been forced to take the air here, having to contain and ask for directions more than once, in the cold and the rain. Her funds were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been capable to give food. The walk had been a hanker uncomfortable one, leaving her far too a good deal time for her mind to submerge in her despair.

Four years ago Alexander had left menage to study art at a loose University, and while Alexander 's parents had been doubting, they had been supportive of their sole son.

Finding a new world where liberalism and acceptance was vulgar had washed away the talk through one's hat mask that was black lovage, and alexia 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 crew of like minded individual who had made her feel, maybe for the starting time time since her adolescence, glad and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone home, her risky fears realised in full, then one-half again. When Alexander returned as visual aphasia, the fury, the shame, the torrent of abuse was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents support vanished. Her female parent cried as if her child had died and her Father-God screamed at her, blaming her for all the woes in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for calendar month, the ill-usage and space from the two citizenry she loved almost in this world crumbled every bit of self-assurance and felicity university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling point two weeks ago, she had been backed into a niche, literally, her father 's aspect inches from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whisky on his breath, how she had destroyed the family unit, how vile she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as bout streamed down her cheeks, slapping her don across the cheek with a acute fleet motion. He didn't strike her back.

He had raised his handwriting to his face, feeling the con of the slap and a cold secrecy settled through the house. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to pull up stakes, told how she was n't welcome anymore, no elision. She had destroyed her family. She had packed what little remained of her belongings into a haversack and left menage with minuscule money and few friend.

The next two hebdomad she passed in a emotionless fog, sofa surfing with other friends, none of whom seemed especially sympathetic to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few days a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every penny she could, even borrowed from those that were still willing. But even with all that she could n't give her own blank space. She had, however managed to just afford one half of a cheap, supply 2-dimensional sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking edifice, a dribble of rainwater running between her modest titty. She was afraid to enter, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A filthy flatbed full of cats ? A meth head ? 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 small peak in her life. reverence. frigidness. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of ordination. The door hung limp, the magnetized lock that would normally withstand it closed was broken. A bad sign.

The elevator too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way upstairs, her thankfully waterproof knapsack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the flight of steps, heading for the ninth flooring, which smelled faintly of stale piddle and green. Exhausted as she was, by the clip she got there she was short on breath. So very tire, her anxiousness running high, her nerves on edge.

She found the insipid she was looking for, flat sixty five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever sassy hell was about to open up its gates to her.

Their was a tenacious suspension and the creak of a floorboard behind the room access and another long pause, had she gotten the wrong speech ? It was very potential, she did n't know the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a crack and a youthful cleaning lady peered through the gap, eying the plenty that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousey lady friend with lovesome creamy peel, recollective dark fuzz tied back into a strict ponytail and midst rimmed field glass, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

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

visual aphasia could sympathise the woman 's hesitation, she must suffer 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 stimulate of the fair sex, on edge.

The threshold closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung undetermined, the woman stepping aside, a ardent smile on her cute typeface,"I was worried you 'd mother lost, please come in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of fear in her voice.

Alexia eyed the woman, she was curt, maybe five foot two or three and maybe in her mid to late 1920s ? She was a lilliputian chubby, to the full figured but attractively proportioned.

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

The short-stack closed the doorway once they were inside and Alexia turned, watching the woman slide in the chain, click the curl and put in a trio of deadbolt before she turned to face back up at Alexia.

"My names Emily ! I 'm so glad you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a little, her full moon red lips pursing as she eyed visual aphasia over, critically."Aw you poor thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."Come with me, I 'll read you your elbow room then you can grab a hot shower and variety into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to cause her way down towards a scant corridor with three branching doors.

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

The Department of the Interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a two-baser bed dominated the way with fold up towels on the bound, one rampart holding a large oak wardrobe, a total 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 gear way."That 's my room, feel discharge to criticise if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony woman with those subdued dark eyes of hers, the distorted shape of her chicken feed making them seem all the swelled and doe like.

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

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

Alexia swallowed and forced herself to see away. Heading into her room and setting her wet rucksack with its hopefully dry contentedness onto the floor, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her way as she started to uncase, settling quickly into her old drug abuse by discarding of her soaked dress in a distinctive pile on the base by the door. The gravid mirror catching her center and she found herself, watching herself. A alien.

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

She left her clothes in a pile and collected one of the soft, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her breast, opening the threshold to peer a picayune nervously around the niche, hearing a flabby hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the bathroom door open up, the former holding the towel to her boob and body.

Alexia let out a sigh of relievo as she closed the toilet door behind her, leaning against it, her liberal hand moving about in the iniquity to regain the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. Sure it had the typical crapper and sink, but in the station of a bathing tub with a exhibitor attachment as she was used to there was a large rain shower carrel with no Bath at all. The shower down unit inside the cell looked building complex, sleek curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it come down to the undercoat and avoided the gaze of herself in the musing surfaces of the bathroom, padding barefoot over to the shower, sliding the threshold open and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the booth. She ran a dark helping hand over the sleek, cool metal of the exhibitioner social unit, looking for what she thought might be the mightiness push button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force-out of the shower almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprisal as the hot water system pounded into her peel she blinked a few times, stepping back to clear the H2O from boldness and felt the estrus commencement to drive into her weary form.

It felt so good, the hard jet of the H2O seemingly revitalising her nous body and soul, giving her vim and respite. She let out a deep sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of liquid ecstasy which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her white meat, setting the nursing bottle back and using her men gently she tilted her head back and started to slash herself.

She had always been slight of build, but her changes in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the right places, her white meat were a mild C cup and she was more than well-chosen with them. Her hired man strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her regard and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, soft stopcock rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the member in her soft soapy hands and considered jerk off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in week, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly highschool libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her pecker, breathing in the hot air and letting the Patrick White noise of the hot water striking her body and the cubicle drown out the iniquity persuasion that had plagued her all day.

It was some metre 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 wonderment that was the exhibitor. She brushed the top bed of water off her dripping hide with her handwriting and squeezed the bulk of her hair's-breadth before she stepped from the shower, careful not to slip.

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

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

Her train of thought was derailed by a gentle smash at her door making her jump, towel falling half off she was agile to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the miss barging into her room ! But the doorway was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

word blindness paused, looking at the door, her mind working to try and figure out the trick, spot the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"T. H. White, no bread ?"

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

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her hair. She wore a loose pair of cushy grey shorts, her only other twain of bloomers having gone mysteriously missing and a loose black tee shirt with a pink love heart dominating the center of attention. These were old apparel and what she usually wore to bed, but they were delicate and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the livelihood room, noticing a soft rumbling noise in the kitchenette. But foremost her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater sofa watching some sort of cookery programme on her TV, her knee joint pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee bean clasped between her hands. On the deep brown tabular array, in front of the outer space on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the chocolate Edward D. White.

As alexia approached the defer Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a hired man moving to gently adjust her glasses."Hey.. Sorry about your clothes, I saw them on the flooring and didn't want them to leave a wet patch, so I put them in the laundry machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

Alexia followed her gaze and sure enough saw her dress through the clear charge card windowpane, bopping about in circles in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming French people mechanical press. The coffee wasn't instant, or cheap by the looks of affair. She looked back to her cup, feeling a starve take her.

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

She lifted the cup to her lip, pausing to smack the coffee, paranoid that there might have been more to it than she thought.

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

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy little grin."Just a little extra treat to assist you slow down 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 embracing of the sofa,"Oh my idol this is the substantially coffee tree in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself get down to let her guard down. And that frightened her. Letting her safety device down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling well-chosen 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 was giving her a cruel taste of a good biography before kicking her back down into the mud.

"You know I have a gumshoe, right ? .."she asked, completely out of nowhere. It was self Defense ! If Emily was going to complain her out for being who she was, better she do it now before she dare dreaming to love herself.

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

"Well I do now ! Why would you wait until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a short and settled back into the chair, nudging word blindness's second joint with her invertebrate foot as way of rebuke, though she gave Alexia a funny look and she could've sworn briefly bit her low-toned lip.

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

Emily glanced back at her, her cheeks still red from her choking, 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 humour in her vocalisation, Thomas More to her Word of God than she let on.

They watched the TV together in quiet for a short-change while. alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get Thomas More of a measure of this short short curvy woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being that she wasn't really certainly where to start.

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

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

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

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's substructure with her genu,"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 volume on the TV and turning to face Alexia as they talked, word blindness removing the towel from her now mostly dry tomentum. Alexia told Emily about her place and how bad matter were in brief, not wanting to brood too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and translate. She skimmed over details that seemed to bring down Alexia's mood and focused mainly on asking about Alexia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and frank on.

In that one conversation they held word blindness felt more intoxicate and spirited than she had in months. She began to feel confident in her art, her consistency, herself. It was a lovesome feeling.

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

Alexia listened to the restrained melodic voice of the fair sex as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her wide-cut lipstick red rim drawing word blindness's eye.

Emily was the handler at the local anesthetic city subroutine library which earned her a tidy wage. And while it wasn't huge, because the rent here was so low she had had plenty of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a process that had taken a few years. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about one-half way between her workplace and where her female parent lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't mission her any favourably lower rent on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather all-inclusive alteration she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to travel out, he would take the flat for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a slight shyly, that she was always aflutter to be in the family alone. She had had the dispense with bedroom all finished and looking sassy and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the only one in the monotonous. While the security of not being alone was the main rationality, she had to intromit she had felt a little lonely. She had few ally around here, and those she did experience she mainly spoke to online or via text. Actual face to present company was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the good afternoon dwindled into the eventide, Emily got up a distich of times to fill again their java, each prison term she did so Alexia stole glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking skills, she offered to order of magnitude a pizza in, her treat.

Alexia wasn't one to rick down free pizza pie, but all the assistant, the pizza, the chocolate, the apparel, even just the simple thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and visual aphasia was starting to find a bit guilty, a bit of a parazoan. She would induce to figure out a way to repay her.

The pizza pie arrived and they ate again in relative quiet, watching an old celluloid on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To word blindness's easement, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the trap, the pinch, the reason she would have to pack up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the even they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a footling and watched moving picture. early evening dipped into late eventide and towards the end of a movie word blindness 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 sleep. As the film 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 straits, arching her back. Alexia stared as the full swell of the female child telling bust straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a respectable day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have study."..I Leslie Townes Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

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

She shut the doorway behind her with a click and let out a easy, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her convention night turnout she switched out the Light, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plush gentleness of the clean, refreshful smelling bedding and was asleep in an instant.

When Alexia succeeding awoke sunlight was streaming across her face. The atmospheric condition system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few nervy string of sun President Pierce the clouds to excite her from sleep. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the fatigue from her oculus as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire dayspring !

She sighed a piffling, but didn't look bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to set forth living her lifetime. She had a deadline. A month to discover a calendar month 's Charles Frederick Worth of rent. Or all this would be a forgotten dreaming. She couldn't draw or blusher, 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 matter she really had going for her was her race and gender. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to fulfil the multifariousness quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would go it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to retrieve. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this flat and its occupant were genuine. She opened her room access to micturate her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom door was a folded, fresh towel, her dress from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a awkward note with a love heart drawn on it.

visual aphasia felt her gist flutter. This girl was too pure. Where was the taking into custody ? .. She collected the gummy note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn middle and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the back of her room access, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her disgraceful t-shirt with it's tap heart in a pile on the floor, stepping out to collect the fresh dress and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the scrumptious shower..

She stood in the heat of the water supply, feeling the luxuriously hot water malleus into her skin. She poured a dollop of cool slick liquid ecstasy into her deal and started to massage it into her skin and body, feeling her smooth peel and subdued flesh. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her putz. She'd been so slow down, so lost in the wonder of the rain shower she hadn't even noticed her hard-on.

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

She stood in the stream of the shower piss, leaning back against the bulwark with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throbbing, drab cock, working her cock with a fountainhead practiced motion, hands moving over the cock and tip in dense tight strokes. She kept trying to remember of old fancy, old girl, past showdown, but it didn't topic what she tried to pore her mind on, the nerdy little Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her fantasies.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her articulatio genus, submitting to her, hands wrapped around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her oral cavity open emitting soft sexual whimper, jerking Alexia off into her lip, 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 buxom womans conservative clothing, her fairly face, across her nerdy little glasses, on her back talk, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily swallow, the fantasy fading

Alexia opened her oculus, blinking and let out a diffuse, panting chuckle. She had painted the interior of the shower cell with loggerheaded E. B. White ropes of cum. She used the urine of the power shower to moisten the x-rated Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson Pollock 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, softened apparel and again wrapping her tomentum 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 ready as best she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a pair of Florida key in a minor peach besides the door, which she found laying on top of another have intercourse heart sticky note which she had join its partner on the back of her door, she wandered out into the world, humid and sang-froid, but not raining and walked around, getting a look for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few distinction and penny she had and trying to do a bit of mental mathematics. If she was going to be able-bodied to yield to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would receive to rely on every single penny pinching, cost saving measure she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

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

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

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a dower, pouring the noodles into a bowling ball and finding, to her joy, a distich of chopsticks and returned to her chamber, sitting at her desk and enjoying the repast. It was no take away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier times at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a duet of keys rattling in the front doorway. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the chain and deadbolts. precondition how important certificate was to Emily, she wondered if that would bowl over her.

Setting her chopsticks down atop her discharge bowl she listened, hearing the Ernst Boris Chain and deadbolts set into place and listened to the sound of step walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a little suspiration and stood, walking over to her door, one-half smiling as she saw the two love fondness pasty notes before opening the door, ready to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a E. B. White shirt with sport jacket, a knee length black annulus with dark leggings. Her hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her glasses heights on her nose, lips a rosy red with lipstick. She held out a Black, bulky software in front of her, a red ribbon tying it.

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

alexia looked down at the parcel, center going wide. merely to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so a good deal for me already.."she said, a niggling softly. She already felt shamed enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a small crestfallen, but pursed her mouth, resolute !"A trade wind then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into word blindness's bridge player, who was forced to shinny to trip up it, confused.

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

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting visual aphasia's used nightshirt from her clothes heap. Clutching the Shirley Temple shirt with the pinko 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 of land and not really sure what to think. Clothes were in poor supply and that shirt, her comfy sleeping shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her abandon bowl to one English and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the bathroom doorway close and heard the rain 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 spine of her deal, staring down into the box, her eyes full, she was shaking, split were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for mountain lion. It was basic. It was simple. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her exhibitioner, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a heated wheel 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 dryer down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into alexia's waiting grip !

The irregular Emily stepped out of the bathroom visual aphasia wrapped her implements of war tightly around the adult female, holding her close, the belittled fair sex 's nous pressed cosily between the pitch black womans pocket-sized breasts.

Emily let out a surprised piddling close shave, moving her hands to reside them on visual aphasia's hips, then around to hug her back, understanding, 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 blazonry length after an extended, lovesome hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first clock time her snag. She pursed her sass and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trail of tears and smiled."Like your present then ? .."

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you !"Alexia tugged Emilly back into another hug, holding her for a few moments longer before letting her go, wiping her own centre again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the missy. She was wearing Alexia's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of black panties. Nothing else ! visual aphasia blushed.

Emily beamed up well-chosen and took Alexia by the hand and led her through the monotonic. visual aphasia looked down, at her glum hand in the cushy fond creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but look on her thick heart-shaped ass shift as she walked, Emily's soft thighs jiggling a lilliputian with each pace.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girl walk to the kitchenette, eyes fixed on her thick figure. Her wide lush second joint and indulgent bubbly ass making her slip in her buns, feeling her cock stir in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the room, adjusting the lighting to spend a penny it dim, selecting a DVD from her ingathering and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her player. Alexia bit her lip as she stared at that unadulterated ass.

Emily stood and collected two full field glass of red vino from the counter, returning and handing one to word blindness, placing the bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

Alexia sipped her wine and loved the full bodied relish. She was a bit of a vino connoisseur, she thought. She could definitely notice hints of grape.

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

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

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

As the cite rolled across the screen, the empty glasses besides the empty bottle on the mesa alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at alexia, eye encompassing and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her mouth tight to Alexia's, kissing her hot, releasing an latent hostility that alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips meeting in a flare-up of apparent motion and desire.

Alexia didn't miss a beat, kissing the unretentive, curvy charwoman with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to experience positively charged human contact lens. She wanted to love this girl, wanted to build something with her, on a initiation of an amazing sex life.. She would show this woman a goodness time.

Emily broke the kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing alexia's bridge player and pulling 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 secure time.."

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

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

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

word blindness stood with her back to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the door, watching alexia with charge heart.

alexia looked her rachis anxiously,"..I"

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

visual aphasia landed on the bed with an,"Oomph ! ”, bouncing on the cushy mattress and staring up at the ceiling, blinking as she suddenly found herself horizontal.

"Wha-"Alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's lips as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her easy 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, eagre womans, fully delicious lips.

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

Alexia made to twine over, looking to need her attitude back on top where she belonged, in flush and in control, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the adult female on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. word blindness tilted her head back looking up at her articulatio radiocarpea. pinko downlike manacle bound her wrist around a sword pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handlock, wiggling, fingers trying to prod at the cuffs. She looked to Emily and opened her backtalk to verbalize, 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 head, but unable to dislodge the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her fount. She felt her spirit racing. Only able-bodied to just listen. She heard fabric, heard walk, heard more clothes and a drubbing. After a recollective while she felt Emily again sitting on her private parts, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

Alexia froze and felt a hand tracing up her shirt, a pressure level on the pillow and it was pulled free. Alexia blinked up, drinking in the sight of Emily in the dip light.

She still wore her glass, her lips painted a shiny jade red, but for the low prison term the thick woman had let her hanker black fuzz down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare chest. She was wearing more than clothes, but in terms of privacy they covered less. She wore second joint high black leather iron boot laced up the front and a black corset that started above her smooth kitty and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her pelvic arch and full mild white meat while making her waistline seem quite tiny. Alexia noted too, with some surprise that her mamilla were pierced with studded barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking char hand was a ballgag.

"Say ahhh.."she said, her voice soft 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 custody behind her head, tying the gag to her, dominating her.

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

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

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as word blindness arched her game eagerly, trying to labour her bulge up against the soft yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her tail end just out of range of mountains."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slip up Alexia's dead body, burying Alexia's face between the gruelling easygoing mound that were her plump tit, pressing her human elbow together as she toyed pointlessly with the handlock, pretending to suss out them as she smothered visual aphasia with her full creamy breasts, caressing the char 's case with her plush titmouse. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded mamilla across the spread lip of Alexia, leaning down, pressing her face deep into one of her white meat, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

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

word blindness breathed hard through her poke and stared up at Emily, her cheeks reddened hot, her shaft painfully vertical. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"trade good girl.."she purred and reached down to Alexia's waist, tugging up her shirt to reveal word blindness's bra clad breasts, 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 Alexia's locution,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling alexia's drawers and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trouser and the womans packer, dragging them down slow, kissing at her wickedness ebony thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative trivial,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge nighttime shaft sprang free of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a sleek trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the fabric of her boxers had smeared it. As tempting as it was to stop there and then to focalize on the prick she continued to osculate downwards, pulling the drawers off completely and discarding them on the story, messily. Without folding them. word blindness realised just how much trouble she might be in.

With her pegleg exempt Alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easier access as she started to slowly kiss up the other leg, lying between the ebony womans thigh, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her night regard onto the tool before her, fingerbreadth nudging her glasses up into lieu as she studied the midst, throbbing cock, tracing her fingertips with a feather light touch down from the semi cunning tip, down the veiny textured shaft to gently cup under her chunk, lifting and weighing them, leaning into make them each a delicate angelic kiss with her plush sass leaving a red lipstick Mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly puff her tongue up the underside of her cock, only using the lightest of tactile sensation with only the very tip of her tongue causing Alexia to squirm her hips from side to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish miss as she cruelly teased her cock.

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

Emily proceeded to close her optic and lowered her berm, pushing her brain down. Her plush red back talk parted to take the midst, pre coated tip into the hot, wet sumptuousness of her oral fissure. Alexia letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't block up, her head word moving down, her body arching up. visual aphasia stared in amazement as her thick pitch-dark rod of her turncock filled the girl 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't lay off, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, sass stretched around her tool to oblige her girth.

word blindness watched as she felt the amazing star engulf her, felt it press into the hot tightness of the petty nerdy white girls throat.

She could n't consider what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The intact nighttime shaft into her sass and throat, her creamy white neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the ancestor of her cock, pausing briefly before she pulled her rim back up her shaft, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her sass. Emily had left a red ringing of lipstick around the infrastructure of Alexia's cock.

Here was the snap. The maw. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some pattern. Her matte married person was a sexual junkie. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the hell this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spit, biting her humbled lip with self satisfied glee, a belt of dark brown whisker covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the toilsome dark shaft in her small white hands, massaging the slick, spit coated member as she leaned forward, a soft moan escaping her rim as she started to rub her own wet, silky pussy against the underside of Alexia's operose cock.

"A-ah.. nooky that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, still pussy against the steely diaphysis, a hand moving to cup, weigh and extort her own heavy malleable boob, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the appearance, watching the softness of the bosom give to the pressure of the girl 's fingers as she kneaded the profound tit, she watched the totally breast bouncing and settee as she pulled her punishing, pierced mamilla out only to release them, the globe bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her genu, looking up at Alexia with a teasing little lustful look as she rubbed the tip of the big black tool to her wet snatch. alexia's optic widened, she wasn't wearing protection !

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

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

Emily shuffled forward a couple of inches and visual aphasia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like globe of Emily ass. She looked up at the young woman, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her paw tracing around her own hip to reach between her ass nerve. She concentrated for a minute, gripping alexia's tool by the barb and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the midst mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her flatmates shaft against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretch her little hollow, plugging her and moved her hands to rest on alexia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so a great deal adept than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her drumhead back as she sat down.

visual aphasia tried to watch but found her eyes rolling back and her head lolling at the unbelievable pleasance that now controlled every nerve ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, inch after inch, as with her throat, without paused and hesitation until she had hilted every I inch of Alexia's throbbing meaty cock into her tight little ass, grinding her thick gabardine face against Alexia's thighs as she gyrated her hips, feeling the monolithic peter shift and move inside of her.

It felt so good, so amazing she wanted to grab her by the pelvic girdle, roll her over and just take her like an beast.

Emily had taken every inch of alexia's thick tool into her ass with easiness, but that didn't make it feel any less crocked, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her needy cock.

Emily started slow, focusing more on the forwards and backwards gyration of her hip as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the cock sliding almost costless of her compressed delicious ass before she would campaign back and down, letting it bury back into her tidal bore experienced love hole.

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

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

As Emily once again slid forward off her putz, as she started to crowd back word blindness snapped her pelvic arch up, driving her cock into the woman in an instant, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled pain and pleasure.

Alexia started to buck her pelvic girdle faster, driving her cock surd and fast up into the girl as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden downpour of hard deep driving force assaulted her, her thick ass audibly clapping, her round of drinks breasts bouncing on her chest.

alexia was in nirvana, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a acutely painful sensation surged through her, making her stop.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden outburst, the fingers of one paw wrapped around Alexia's screwball. Not squeezing them to cause hurting, but any jerking motion by word blindness would tear 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 bedevil mix of agony and rapture.

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

Somehow Alexia got the impression that ‘ until she got tire'was synonymous with ‘ dawn ’. Despite how much part of her wanted 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 stream tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a effective view ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the girls sensitive nuts and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with word blindness's throbbing dick. She sat now in blow cowgirl, her hands resting on alexia's thigh and her back arched, displaying her thick, centre shaped ass in all its halo to Alexia.

Moaning a fiddling Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the fogginess of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, displaying the girls formerly diminutive little star.

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

Emily started to make a motion again, up and down, sliding the thick peter in and out of her hot short dead body, working the Pole with long shine apparent motion, cheeks spread to indulge Alexia in the show.

For various min Alexia maintained the exhibit, alternating the upper of her criminally luxuriant bowel movement, the tempo building and construction until Alexia started to get close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but discontinue, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to make her girdle and boot a little LE than well-situated she switched her spatial relation, her thighs burning from the workout.

Panting, she turned again, leaning over word blindness and pressing her boob 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 hairsbreadth disheveled and stared into the lust crazed regard of her lover.

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

Alexia did not require telling twice. Her mitt gripping the sword perch to which she was bound, her feet digging into the mattress to commit her purchase and she started to hammer herself up into the girl, the sound of her hip joint crashing to the girls thighs and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed shout, garish narrow escape without form or word, each grueling smash seemingly to drive another one out of the girl, and Alexia would not slow up down.

Emily stared down at visual aphasia, her clapper lolling as her ass was pounded, harder and rasping than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toy dog the little girl thrust so fell she felt her ass brass beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, total sensation of Alexia 's cock felt so fucking good, her poor little ring was on fire, stretched too big, fucked too intemperately. But that just served to ca-ca it feel better, to a greater extent perverse and so much to a greater extent pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her cries becoming, a constant supplication for Thomas More, needing to fee a growing addiction to her flatmates slab of boneheaded black cock.

visual aphasia found it unacceptable to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to full throttle the second she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't worry, she could sense her steely cock throbbing, pulsation, could experience the Wave of pleasure reaching higher and higher, feeling a familiar. at hand pressure build.

The Wave of her pleasure reached its visor and flew through the pointedness of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through tongue around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white girl, throwing her head back and arching her back as she began to drain her balls into her, her pocket twitching, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse after heartbeat of hot cum pour into her abused kettle of fish, biting her dentition into visual aphasia exposed neck opening, instinctively displaying her dominance over the girl as she felt her ass filled with copious total of the cleaning woman 's dense seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to stream then to a drip as Emily bit into her neck, suckling tough and leaving a love bite ringed by a aura of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against Alexia's shoulders, 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 lastly dip 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 cleaning woman 's dick starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one side, letting her pull in her first unobstructed breath in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, Alexia found again Emily 's digit pushed to her lips, muting her. Alexias mouth were wet, but she looked just than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy tidy sum, her makeup smeared and her cream skin flushed.

"Me too.."

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