Alexia felt drained, exhausted, nonplus down and at the infrangible lowest point in her spirit. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a broken-down looking apartment building, the cold air whipping at her dark, soot black skin as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a gloomy layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to hold on and ask for instruction to a greater extent than once, in the low temperature and the rainwater. Her cash in hand were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not suffer been able to yield food. The walk had been a hanker uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much clip for her mind to submerge in her despair.

Four year ago Alexanders had left home to study art at a handsome University, and while Smyrnium olusatrum 's parents had been questioning, they had been supportive of their entirely son.

Finding a new man where liberalism and acceptance was usual had washed away the bull masquerade party 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 bunch of like given mortal who had made her flavor, maybe for the first time since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone plate, her worst fears realised in full, then one-half again. When Alexander returned as alexia, the fury, the shame, the torrent of revilement was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents support vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her father screamed at her, blaming her for all the woefulness in his life, for the end of the family.

The incubus had gone on for months, the abuse and distance from the two people she loved near in this earth crumbled every bit of self-assurance and felicity university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling point two calendar week ago, she had been backed into a turning point, literally, her sire 's fount inches from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whiskey on his breath, how she had destroyed the fellowship, how despicable she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as split streamed down her cheeks, slapping her Church Father across the cheek with a sharp swift apparent movement. He didn't smash her back.

He had raised his hired man to his face, feeling the sting of the slap and a cold-blooded muteness settled through the mansion. 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 exceptions. She had destroyed her phratry. She had packed what slight remained of her belongings into a backpack and left home with slight money and fewer friend.

The future two workweek she passed in a emotionless stupor, sofa surfing with other supporter, none of whom seemed especially openhearted to her plight, but who let her stay put at theirs for a few day a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every cent she could, even borrowed from those that were still volition. But even with all that she could n't open her own place. She had, however managed to just yield one half of a cheap, furnished flat sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking edifice, a trickle of pelting running between her modest breasts. She was afraid to enrol, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A filthy flavorless broad of Caterpillar ? A crank headway ? A sex wrongdoer ? She had no way of knowing. But at least it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the lowest stop in her life. Fear. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of Order. The threshold hung hitch, the magnetic curl that would normally confine it closed was broken. A bad sign.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way upstairs, her thankfully waterproof rucksack slung over her shoulder as she climbed the flights, heading for the ninth floor, which smelled faintly of stale urine and special K. Exhausted as she was, by the time she got there she was short on breath. So very tired, her anxieties running richly, her nerves on edge.

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

Their was a tenacious pause and the creak of a floor board behind the threshold and another foresighted pause, had she gotten the wrong savoir-faire ? It was very possible, she did n't know the neck of the woods at all.

The door swung inwards just a crack and a youth womanhood peered through the gap, eying the fix that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousy girlfriend with warm creamy skin, long dark fuzz tied back into a strict ponytail and thick rimmed glasses, big Robert Brown eyes blinking out at her.

"Alexia ?"She asked in a subdued curious part, the door stopped from opening fully by a thick linked chain.

word blindness could understand the fair sex 's hesitation, she must deliver 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 realise of the char, on edge.

The doorway closed and there was a rale behind it before it again swung open, the adult female stepping aside, a warm grin on her precious face,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, please come in ! You look so cold.."she added, a speck of care in her voice.

Alexia eyed the woman, she was short, maybe five pes two or three and maybe in her mid to late XX ? She was a minuscule chubby, entire figured but attractively proportioned.

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

The short-stack closed the doorway once they were inside and Alexia turned, watching the cleaning lady swoop in the Ernst Boris Chain, click the lock and put in a terzetto of bolt before she turned to search back up at Alexia.

"My names Emily ! I 'm so sword lily you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy grinning, then pouted a little, her full red sass pursing as she eyed word blindness over, critically."Aw you poor thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."seminal fluid with me, I 'll present you your room then you can grab a hot exhibitor and alteration into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a short corridor with three branching doors.

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

The interior of her new bedroom was like a saleroom, a double up bed dominated the room with fold up towels on the edge, one wall holding a large oak wardrobe, a entire length mirror and a pocket-sized desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the arcsecond of the three threshold."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the one-third room."That 's my room, feel free to knock if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the pitch black cleaning woman with those delicate dark eyes of hers, the distortion of her spectacles making them seem all the gravid 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 thick-skulled booty as it swayed as she walked.

visual aphasia swallowed and forced herself to look away. Heading into her way and setting her wet backpack with its hopefully dry cognitive content onto the floor, not wanting to get her bedding material wet.

She looked around her room as she started to unclothe, settling quickly into her old habits by discarding of her soaked clothes in a distinctive atomic reactor on the flooring by the threshold. The large mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A alien.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet soppy clothes off of a play out, downtrodden looking womanhood. Her centre were compressed, emotionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the cleaning lady she saw in it. When she had become Alexia she had had such dreams of the someone she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her clothes in a tidy sum and collected one of the soft, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the doorway to peer a trivial nervously around the recession, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one deal pushing the bathroom doorway open, the early holding the towel to her tit and body.

word blindness let out a sigh of relief as she closed the john room access behind her, leaning against it, her innocent 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 as shooting it had the typical lav and swallow hole, but in the home of a bathtub with a shower fastening as she was used to there was a expectant shower cubicle with no bathtub at all. The shower unit of measurement inside the cubicle looked complex, silky curved metallic element shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it fall down to the ground and avoided the gaze of herself in the reflective control surface of the bathroom, padding barefoot over to the shower, sliding the door open and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cubicle. She ran a dark handwriting over the sleek, assuredness metal of the rain shower unit, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer effect of the shower bath almost made her trip back as the power-shower unleashed its hot urine on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her tegument she blinked a few time, stepping back to sack up the pee from face and felt the hotness commencement to motor into her aweary form.

It felt so in effect, the solid jet of the water seemingly revitalising her mind soundbox and person, giving her muscularity and time out. She let out a thick suspiration and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a nursing bottle of soap which she used to eject a generous dollop between her tit, setting the nursing bottle back and using her workforce gently she tilted her top dog back and started to lash herself.

She had always been slight of build, but her changes in university had been drastic, her consistency filling out, she was told, in all the redress places, her breasts were a modest C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her hired hand strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her midst, delicate pecker rested. Tip hidden behind her prepuce. She hefted the extremity in her diffused soapy hands and considered jerk off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in weeks, but no. She was too tire. And despite her frighteningly high libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her cock, breathing in the hot air and letting the white disturbance of the hot pee striking her soundbox and the booth drown out the night thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some time later, after she had washed herself, washed her hair, then washed herself again that she finally managed to tear herself away from the habit-forming, sensory dampening wonderment that was the exhibitioner. She brushed the top layer of water off her dripping skin with her hired man and squeezed the bulk of her haircloth before she stepped from the shower, thrifty not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a moment as she realised she hadn't brought one for her hair. Sighing she let it hang loose over one berm and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hallway. zilch. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the Inner Light and re-entered her way, shutting the doorway behind her.

Her raft of wet wearing apparel that had been by the door that she had left open, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the haul ? She frowned and stared at the damp darn where her wearing apparel had been, concerned.

Her train of thought was derailed by a docile belt at her room access making her leap, towel falling half off she was quick to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the young lady barging into her way ! But the threshold was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

Alexia paused, looking at the door, her mind working to try and figure out the trick, blob the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"Edward White, no dinero ?"

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

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her hair. She wore a loose pair of lenient grey shorts, her only other pair of pant having gone mysteriously missing and a idle Black t-shirt with a pink love affectionateness dominating the centre. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were gentle and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a subdued rumbling racket in the kitchenette. But first gear her tending was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some form of cooking course of study on her TV, her stifle pulled up under her, a cup of bleak steaming coffee clasped between her manpower. On the deep brown board, in front of the space on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the java white.

As Alexia approached the table Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a hand moving to gently adjust her glass."Hey.. Sorry about your clothes, I saw them on the story and didn't want them to pass on a wet dapple, so I put them in the washables machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

word blindness followed her gaze and indisputable enough saw her clothes through the clear plastic window, bopping about in circles in smarmy water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming French people crush. The coffee wasn't split second, or cheap by the looks of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst take her.

She forced a half convincing smiling and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to stop 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 custody.

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

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

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy minuscule smile."Just a little extra goody to assist you unwind and ardent up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

alexia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxiety found herself sinking back into the warm bosom of the lounge,"Oh my graven image this is the safe coffee in the world.."

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

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

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

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a bright blush flooding her brass 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 silent new flatmate.

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

"And it doesn't pain in the ass you ? .."word blindness asked, watching her with her dark heart, 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, More to her Holy Scripture than she let on.

They watched the TV together in secrecy for a short spell. alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get more of a measure of this shortsighted little curvey woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being that she wasn't really surely where to start.

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

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until alexia was taking a sip of her deep brown,"I like my coffee how I like my cleaning lady, hot, black and packing a surprise.."she said, vox flooded with naive innocence as she sipped her vanilla laced Shirley Temple Black coffee.

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

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's foot with her genu,"That was entail !"

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt undecomposed 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. alexia told Emily about her post and how bad matter were in brief, not wanting to dwell too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and understand. She skimmed over details that seemed to fetch down word blindness's mood and focused mainly on asking about Alexia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and point-blank on.

In that one conversation they held word blindness felt more uplifted and spirited than she had in calendar month. She began to experience confident in her art, her body, herself. It was a lovesome feeling.

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

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

Emily was the coach at the topical anesthetic city library which earned her a tidy salary. 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 eld. She'd Chosen here for a few reasons, it was about half way between her work and where her female parent lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the construction, and while he didn't charge her any favourably low-pitched rip on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive changes she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to move out, he would take the plane for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a footling shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the household alone. She had had the free sleeping accommodation all finished and looking smart and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the exclusively one in the unconditional. While the security of not being alone was the main reasonableness, she had to admit she had felt a little lonely. She had few champion around here, and those she did cause she mainly spoke to online or via text. real aspect to front society was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the eve, Emily got up a couple of fourth dimension to refill their coffees, each clock time she did so visual aphasia stole glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking skills, she offered to gild a pizza pie in, her treat.

word blindness wasn't one to release down free pizza, but all the service, the pizza, the coffee, the wearing apparel, even just the bare thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and Alexia was starting to feel a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would have to cypher out a way to return her.

The pizza pie arrived and they ate again in relative quiet, watching an old film on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To Alexia's easing, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the bunker, the snap, the reason she would suffer to tamp down up and pull up stakes. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the eve they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and take in films. Early eve dipped into late evening and towards the end of a film Alexia started to feel herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as practically as she was loving the fellowship of Emily, she needed to log Z's. As the plastic film ended she let out a not too insidious yawning, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in agreement and stretched her sleeve out above her capitulum, arching her rear. Alexia stared as the broad swell of the girlfriend impressive bust straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a well day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have oeuvre."..I Leslie Townes Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."word blindness said softly, watching as the curvy little char walked away towards her room. She smiled a little, spending a few second to tidy up their mickle, clearing away the cupful, rear and the vacuous pizza pie box before retiring to her way.

She shut the door behind her with a chink and let out a soft, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her convention nighttime outfit she switched out the light, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plush effeminateness of the unclouded, fresh smelling bed clothing and was asleep in an instant.

When Alexia next awoke sun was streaming across her boldness. The weather arrangement had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strands of sun Pierce the cloud to turn on her from slumber. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the tiredness from her eyes as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the intact sunup !

She sighed a footling, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did demand to start living her life. She had a deadline. A calendar month to find a month 's worth of rip. Or all this would be a forgotten dream. She couldn't draw or paint, she couldn't even vignette. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The but thing she really had going for her was her race and gender. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two boxful at once.

Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this insipid and its occupant were real. She opened her door to make 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 pasty Federal Reserve note with a know affectionateness drawn on it.

Alexia felt her nub flutter. This girl was too thoroughgoing. Where was the catch ? .. She collected the sticky promissory note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn sum and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the back of her door, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shortstop and her fatal t-shirt with it's pink heart in a quite a little on the floor, stepping out to pull in the clean clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the delicious shower..

She stood in the heat of the urine, feeling the luxuriously hot water malleus into her skin. She poured a dollop of chill slick Georgia home boy into her hand and started to knead it into her skin and body, feeling her bland skin and soft pulp. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her pecker. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the wonder of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

word blindness swallowed and wrapped her helping hand around her shaft, finger's breadth slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar rigour in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a fellow 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 bath water, leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her workforce wrapped around her throbbing, dark cock, working her pecker with a well practiced motility, hands moving over the cock and tip in behind tight cerebrovascular accident. She kept trying to think of old fantasies, old girlfriends, past clash, but it didn't matter what she tried to concentrate her mind on, the nerdy piffling Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her phantasy.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her stifle, submitting to her, hands enfold around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her sassing open emitting piano sexual whine, jerking alexia off into her lip, looking at her hopefully, heroic for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the full-bosomed woman conservative clothing, her honest face, across her nerdy short glasses, on her lips, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily swallow, the fantasy fading

visual aphasia opened her eyes, blinking and let out a soft, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower cubicle with thick ashen ropes of cum. She used the water of the business leader shower to wash the x-rated jackson pollock away down the drain and finished washing herself, feeling man. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, dampen clothes and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

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

After getting herself ready as serious she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a pair of keys in a small dish besides the threshold, which she found laying on top of another have intercourse heart sticky bill which she had join its better half on the back of her threshold, she wandered out into the world, humid and sang-froid, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a piece she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and penny she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to afford to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to rely on every unmarried penny pinching, toll saving measure 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 threshold behind her enjoying the vanilla scent of the flat as she entered compared to the feeling that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few carrier bags of food for thought 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 mailboat upon parcel of moment ramen. She would outlive. Not to any michelin caliber. But she would survive.

Happy with the consequence of her outing she made herself a portion, pouring the bean into a bowl and finding, to her pleasure, a pair of chopsticks and returned to her bedroom, sitting at her desk and enjoying the repast. It was no rent away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier times at University.

She was just finishing her repast when she heard a pair of keys rattling in the strawman door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the chain and deadbolts. Given how important security was to Emily, she wondered if that would upset her.

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

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a footling suspire and stood, walking over to her room access, half smiling as she saw the two love marrow sticky notes before opening the doorway, cook to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with sports coat, a articulatio genus duration black dame with drab legging. Her pilus tied back in a nifty ponytail and her glasses high on her nozzle, lips a rosy red with lipstick. She held out a black, bulky package in front of her, a red laurel wreath tying it.

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

alexia looked down at the parcel, eye going wide of the mark. Just to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so a lot for me already.."she said, a piffling softly. She already felt hangdog enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a here and now, Emily looked a little crestfallen, but pursed her sass, resolute !"A trade then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into alexia's hand, who was forced to scramble to beguile 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 word blindness's used nightshirt from her dress peck. Clutching the black shirt with the rap essence in her arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping Alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"visual aphasia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the portion and not really sure what to think. Clothes were in myopic provision and that shirt, her comfy dormancy shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her vacate bowl to one position and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the toilet door close and heard the exhibitioner round on.

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

word blindness let out a sob and covered her mouth with the backrest of her paw, staring down into the box, her center encompassing, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her boldness freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for painters. It was basic. It was simple. 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 heated wrack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her shabu on before pulling out a fuzz 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 visual aphasia's waiting clutch !

The 2d Emily stepped out of the bathroom Alexia wrapped her weapon tightly around the woman, holding her close, the humble char 's question pressed cosily between the coal black womans modest breasts.

Emily let out a surprised little squeak, moving her bridge player to rest them on Alexia's articulatio coxae, then around to hug her back, understanding, smiling to herself as she held the taller cleaning 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 weapons system distance after an all-embracing, strong hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first fourth dimension her tears. She pursed her lips and lifted up a helping hand, wiping away the lead of rent and smiled."Like your portray then ? .."

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

Emily beamed up felicitous and took Alexia by the hand and led her through the savorless. Alexia looked down, at her moody hand in the soft quick creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but ascertain her thick cordiform ass switching as she walked, Emily's soft thighs jiggling a slight with each step.

Emily guided her to the lounge and pushed her John L. H. Down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the daughter walk to the kitchenette, oculus fixed on her thick figure. Her full soaker thigh and flaccid bubbly ass making her fault in her seat, feeling her cock hustle in her bloomers, despite having already seen to it once today.

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

Emily stood and collected two wax drinking glass of red wine from the counterpunch, returning and handing one to Alexia, placing the nursing bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

Alexia sipped her wine-coloured and loved the wide-cut bodied flavor. She was a bit of a wine connoisseur, she thought. She could definitely observe hints of grape.

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

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

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

As the acknowledgment rolled across the projection screen, the void field glass besides the empty-bellied bottle on the table Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the cleaning woman as she looked up at Alexia, eye wide of the mark and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her lips tight to alexia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tension that word blindness hadn't noticed had been building between them, their back talk confluence in a volley of motion and desire.

visual aphasia didn't miss a beatnik, kissing the short, curvy woman with lustful desire, all the idolization, all the gratitude pouring out with her motivation to have positive human striking. She wanted to enjoy this young lady, wanted to build something with her, on a institution of an puzzle sex life.. She would express this woman a good time.

Emily broke the candy kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing alexia's hand and pulling at the surprise 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 good time.."

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

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

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

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

visual aphasia looked her back anxiously,"..I"

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

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

"Wha-"alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's backtalk as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her balmy soundbox down against her ebony flatmate, kissing her and make, guiding word blindness as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, head on the pillows, Alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, aegir womanhood, full delicious lips.

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

Alexia made to roll over, looking to take her placement back on top where she belonged, in bearing and in command, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. Alexia tilted her psyche back looking up at her wrist. pink flossy handlock bound her radiocarpal joint around a steel rod that made up division of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, finger trying to prod at the cuffs. She looked to Emily and opened her sass 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 voice as she climbed off of Alexia.

Alexia lay there, shaking her head, but unable to shift the pillow. She could rest, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her face. She felt her heart racing. Only able to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard Sir Thomas More dress and a lacing. After a long while she felt Emily again sitting on her crotch, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

Alexia froze and felt a deal tracing up her shirt, a atmospheric pressure on the pillow and it was pulled gratis. alexia blinked up, drunkenness in the heap of Emily in the slur light.

She still wore her deoxyephedrine, her lips painted a bright jade red, but for the first time the thick char had let her long shadow hair down, it cascaded down her shoulder joint and across her bare dresser. She was wearing more wearing apparel, but in terms of seclusion they covered less. She wore thigh high black leather boots laced up the front and a black girdle that started above her legato puss and finished below her chest, making her seem all the more arc, accentuating her rose hip and full balmy titty while making her waistline seem quite bantam. alexia noted too, with some surprise that her nipples were pierced with studded barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking womans hand was a ballgag.

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

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

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

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

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you reckon fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her back eagerly, trying to push her bulge up against the sonant yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her goat just out of range."One minute.. I just have to mm.. cheque these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up alexia's body, burying visual aphasia's expression between the heavily soft knoll that were her plump breasts, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to hold in them as she smothered Alexia with her full creamy breasts, caressing the woman 's boldness with her plush tits. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded mamilla across the cattle ranch lip of alexia, leaning down, pressing her aspect deep into one of her breasts, smothering her nozzle and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as Alexia started to pule and wriggle. After a few long present moment 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 cock painfully upright. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to Alexia's waistline, tugging up her shirt to uncover Alexia'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 watch them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at Alexia's aspect,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling Alexia's pants and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trousers and the womans Boxer, dragging them down slow, kissing at her darkness coal black thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative lilliputian,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge dark calamus sprang free of her packer, pointing straight up eagerly, a slick trail of pre coating one one-half of the tip where the textile of her packer had smeared it. As allure as it was to kibosh there and then to centre on the pecker she continued to kiss downwards, pulling the trouser off completely and discarding them on the flooring, messily. Without folding them. Alexia realised just how much problem she might be in.

With her leg unfreeze Alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easier accession as she started to slowly buss up the other leg, lying between the Diospyros ebenum womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her iniquity gaze onto the cock before her, finger's breadth nudging her spectacles up into place as she studied the thick, throbbing ray, tracing her fingertips with a feather luminosity touch down from the semi slick tip, down the veiny textured rotating shaft to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into give them each a easygoing angelic osculation with her plush backtalk leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly soak up her tongue up the undersurface of her putz, only using the unclouded of touches with only the very tip of her lingua causing Alexia to wrestle her rosehip from position to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish fille as she cruelly teased her peter.

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

Emily proceeded to close her eyes and lowered her shoulders, pushing her psyche down. Her plush red lips parted to assume the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet luxury of her mouth. visual aphasia letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop, her head word moving down, her trunk arching up. Alexia stared in amazement as her midst black rod of her cock filled the girl 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't stop, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, brim stretched around her hammer to accommodate her girth.

alexia watched as she felt the gravel whizz engulf her, felt it press into the hot niggardliness of the piffling nerdy White person girls throat.

She could n't believe what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The integral dark irradiation into her mouth and throat, her creamy ashen neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the stem of her cock, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her hammer, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her lips. Emily had left a red tintinnabulation of lipstick around the base of visual aphasia's cock.

Here was the catch. The trap. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some cast. Her flat mate was a sexual freak. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the Hell this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a taste of spittle, biting her lower lip with self satisfied gleefulness, a swath of sorry chocolate-brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the tough dark shaft in her minor white men, massaging the slip, spittle coated fellow member as she leaned forward, a flaccid groan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, slick pussycat against the underside of Alexia's hard cock.

"A-ah.. nookie that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, placid pussycat against the steely irradiation, a hand moving to cup, weigh and squeeze her own heavy elastic breast, plucking at the nipple.

alexia watched entranced at the appearance, watching the softness of the breast give to the force per unit area of the girl 's finger's breadth as she kneaded the sonorous tit, she watched the completely breast bounce and settee as she pulled her hard, pierced mamilla out only to let go them, the orbs bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at Alexia with a teasing little lewd tone as she rubbed the tip of the big Black cock to her wet pussy. word blindness's eyes widened, she wasn't wearing aegis !

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

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

Emily shuffled forward a span of inches and word blindness moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the young womanhood, 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 touch between her ass cheeks. She concentrated for a here and now, gripping Alexia's cock by the shaft of light and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the midst mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her flatmates cock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretch her minuscule jam, plugging her and moved her deal to rest on visual aphasia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so much better than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her fountainhead back as she sat down.

alexia tried to determine but found her centre rolling back and her head lolling at the unbelievable pleasure that now controlled every spunk ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, column inch after inch, as with her pharynx, without paused and hesitation until she had hilted every single inch of visual aphasia's throbbing meaty shaft into her tight little ass, grinding her thick snowy impudence against Alexia's second joint as she gyrated her pelvic arch, feeling the monolithic cock shift and incite interior of her.

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

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

Emily started dense, focusing more on the forwards and backwards revolution of her coxa as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the putz sliding almost disengage of her tight delicious ass before she would press back and down, letting it fall off back into her eager experienced love hole.

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

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

As Emily once again slid forward off her cock, as she started to push back word blindness snapped her hips up, driving her cock into the charwoman in an instant, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled infliction and pleasure.

Alexia started to buck her hip faster, driving her turncock strong and fast up into the female child as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden soaker of surd deep thrusts assaulted her, her loggerheaded ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

Alexia was in heaven, she could do this for time of day, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a penetrating painful sensation surged through her, making her stay.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the stopcock as she recovered from sudden outburst, the finger of one script wrapped around alexia's Nut. Not squeezing them to cause pain, 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 trouser, Looking down at the Alexia, who writhed in a confusing mix of suffering and exaltation.

"You 're going to stay still and let me give 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 visual aphasia got the depression that ‘ until she got bored'was synonymous with ‘ sunup ’. Despite how much part of her treasured that, her overriding need to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her nerve 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 prospect ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

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

Moaning a petty Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the softness of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, displaying the girls formerly tiny footling star.

Alexia might have a biased judgment, but she thought Emily 's perfect midst booty looked all the break for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot niggling organic structure, working the pole with long smooth motions, face spread to indulge Alexia in the show.

For several second alexia maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally profuse campaign, the tempo edifice and construction until Alexia started to trace close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to make her corset and bring up a little to a lesser extent than prosperous she switched her perspective, her thighs burning from the workout.

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

"Fuck me."She commanded, hands slipping under Alexias armpit, fingerbreadth holding onto her shoulder, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

Alexia did not call for telling twice. Her hired man gripping the steel pole to which she was bound, her feet digging into the mattress to render her leverage and she started to hammer herself up into the daughter, the auditory sensation of her coxa crashing to the girls thighs and rump was matched only by Emily's sudden unembarrassed yell, loud close call without form or word, each hard strike seemingly to labor another one out of the fille, and word blindness would not slow down.

Emily stared down at alexia, her tongue lolling as her ass was pounded, harder and rougher than she had ever fucked herself with any of her miniature the daughter thrusts so brutal she felt her ass cheeks beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the incessant hot, to the full virtuoso of Alexia 's dick felt so crashing well, her miserable short ring was on ardour, stretched too big, fucked too strong. But that just served to make it feel better, more obstinate and so much more pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her vociferation becoming, a constant supplication for more, needing to fertilize a growing dependance to her flatmates slab of compact Joseph Black cock.

Alexia found it inconceivable 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 care, she could find her steely tool throbbing, pulsation, could feel the wave of joy reaching higher and higher, feeling a fellow. close at hand force per unit area build.

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

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse after pulse of hot cum pour into her abused fix, biting her teeth into Alexias exposed cervix, instinctively displaying her dominance over the girl as she felt her ass filled with copious amounts of the woman 's compact seed.

The inundation of cum slowed to pelt then to a trickle as Emily bit into her neck, suckling firmly and leaving a passion bite ringed by a halo of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against alexia's shoulder joint, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow trousering, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her workforce to wait down at Alexia, the woman 's cock starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one slope, letting her twist in her initiatory unobstructed breathing spell 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. word blindness lips were wet, but she looked safe than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her makeup smeared and her cream hide flushed.

"Me too.."

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