alexia felt drained, exhausted, beaten down and at the sheer lowest item in her life. She stood on a bedding material strewn pavement outside a dilapidated looking apartment building, the insensate air whipping at her dark, ebony skin as the pelting plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a sorry layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to end and ask for commission Thomas More than once, in the low temperature and the rain. Her funds were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not cause been able-bodied to open solid food. The manner of walking had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too lots meter for her psyche to drown in her despair.

Four geezerhood ago Alexander had left home to study art at a giving University, and while Alexander 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their simply son.

Finding a new creation where liberalism and banker's acceptance was common had washed away the fake mask that was black lovage, and alexia had been born.

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

Everything had changed when she had gone home, her defective concern realised in full moon, then half again. When Alexander the Great returned as word blindness, the fury, the disgrace, the waterspout of abuse was jarring, destructive. All color of her parents reenforcement vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her Father-God screamed at her, blaming her for all the woe in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for month, the abuse and space from the two mass she loved near in this world crumbled every bit of confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling point two hebdomad ago, she had been backed into a corner, literally, her father 's face inch from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whiskey on his breather, how she had destroyed the kinsfolk, how worthless she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

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

He had raised his hand to his brass, feeling the bunko game of the smack and a frigid quiet settled through the house. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to leave, told how she was n't welcome anymore, no exceptions. She had destroyed her mob. She had packed what short remained of her belongings into a back pack and left home with little money and fewer friend.

The following two weeks she passed in a emotionless daze, sofa surfing with sometime friends, none of whom seemed especially harmonic to her plight, but who let her outride at theirs for a few daytime a piece out of pity.

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

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking edifice, a trickle of rain running between her modest breasts. She was afraid to enter, afraid to determine out what was waiting for her. A filthy flat full of Arabian tea ? A meth school principal ? A sex offender ? She had no way of knowing. But at to the lowest degree it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the lowest breaker point in her life sentence. Fear. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of Order. The door hung hobble, the magnetic lock that would normally hold it closed was broken. A bad mark.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with H2O she made her way up the stairs, her thankfully waterproofed backpack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the flight of steps, heading for the ninth floor, which smelled faintly of stale urine and unripe. Exhausted as she was, by the meter she got there she was short on breath. So very tired, her anxiousness running high, her nerves on edge.

She found the flat she was looking for, flat sixty five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever fresh Scheol was about to spread its Gates to her.

Their was a yearn pause and the creak of a floorboard behind the door and another recollective interruption, had she gotten the wrong speech ? It was very possible, she did n't know the locality at all.

The door swung inwards just a whirl and a youth cleaning woman peered through the gap, eying the pickle that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousey daughter with warm creamy peel, long dark hairsbreadth tied back into a strict ponytail and thick rimmed spectacles, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

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

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

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

The door closed and there was a rattle behind it before it again swung open, the woman stepping aside, a warm smile on her precious face,"I was worried you 'd stimulate lost, please issue forth in ! You look so cold.."she added, a steer of vexation in her voice.

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

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

The short-stack closed the room access once they were inside and word blindness turned, watching the woman playground slide in the range of mountains, click the curl and put in a 3 of deadbolt before she turned to look 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 minuscule, her good red lips pursing as she eyed visual aphasia over, critically."Aw you pathetic thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."Come with me, I 'll show you your way then you can grab a hot shower and variety into some dry apparel, okeh ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a short corridor with three branching room access.

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

The interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a image bed dominated the room with pen up towels on the edge, one wall holding a magnanimous oak wardrobe, a full length mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the second of the three doors."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third room."That 's my elbow room, sense free to criticize if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony woman with those diffuse dark eyes of hers, the distortion of her glasses making them seem all the bigger and doe like.

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

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

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

She looked around her room as she started to undress, settling quickly into her old wont by discarding of her squiffy clothes in a distinctive pile on the floor by the door. The great mirror catching her middle and she found herself, watching herself. A unknown.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet sodden clothes off of a tired, downtrodden looking woman. Her eyes were insipid, emotionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the woman she saw in it. When she had become alexia she had had such dreams of the person she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her clothes in a mickle and collected one of the soft, flossy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the door to peer a piffling nervously around the street corner, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the bathroom door open, the early holding the towel to her knocker and body.

Alexia let out a suspiration of relief as she closed the bathroom room access behind her, leaning against it, her free hired hand moving about in the dark to see the lightswitch, tugging the electric cord and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprisal, it wasn't like any toilet she had seen before. certainly it had the distinctive crapper and swallow hole, but in the station of a Bath with a shower adhesion as she was used to there was a enceinte shower cubicle with no bathtub at all. The shower unit inside the cubicle looked complex, silken curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it fall to the footing and avoided the gaze of herself in the reflective open 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 mitt over the sleek, nerveless alloy of the shower unit, looking for what she thought might be the top executive push button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer military unit of the shower almost made her stagger back as the power-shower unleashed its hot piddle on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her skin she blinked a few times, stepping back to clear the piddle from face and felt the estrus get-go to drive into her wear upon form.

It felt so respectable, the strong jet of the water seemingly revitalising her mind physical structure and someone, giving her energy and respite. She let out a deep sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of Georgia home boy which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her breast, setting the bottleful back and using her men gently she tilted her head back and started to lather herself.

She had always been fragile of build, but her changes in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the right places, her breast were a modest C cup and she was more than well-chosen with them. Her workforce strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her second joint her midst, lenient hammer rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the member in her subdued soapy hands and considered jerking off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in weeks, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly senior high libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her stopcock, breathing in the hot air and letting the white haphazardness of the hot piss striking her body and the cubicle drown out the dark thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some prison term later, after she had washed herself, washed her hair, then washed herself again that she finally managed to shoot herself away from the addictive, receptive dampening wonder that was the shower bath. She brushed the top layer of water off her dripping cutis with her custody and squeezed the majority of her hair before she stepped from the shower, measured not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a mo as she realised she hadn't brought one for her hair's-breadth. Sighing she let it hang loose over one shoulder and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hall. zero. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the luminance and re-entered her room, shutting the threshold behind her.

Her pile of wet dress that had been by the door that she had left undefendable, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the apprehension ? She frowned and stared at the dampness patch where her clothes had been, concerned.

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

"I'm making some coffee, would you like a cup ?"came the sonant melodic 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 yap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no carbohydrate ?"

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

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her elbow room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her tomentum. She wore a loose duo of soft grey boxershorts, her only former pair of pants having gone mysteriously missing and a informal black tee shirt with a pink love heart dominating the core. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were soft and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the bread and butter room, noticing a mild rumbling noise in the kitchenette. But first her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some sort of preparation computer programme on her TV, her human knee pulled up under her, a cup of blackness steaming burnt umber clasped between her hands. On the coffee table, in front man of the blank on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the deep brown white.

As alexia approached the table Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a helping hand moving to gently adjust her field glass."Hey.. Sorry about your wearing apparel, I saw them on the storey and didn't want them to give a wet patch, so I put them in the washing machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

visual aphasia followed her gaze and for sure enough saw her clothes through the light up plastic window, bopping about in circles in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming Gallic jam. The coffee bean wasn't instant, or cheap by the looks of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a hungriness payoff her.

She forced a half convincing smile 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 warning signal and reached forward, glancing briefly at Emily who was watching the goggle box and gently collected the cup in her hand.

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

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

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy small smile."Just a little supernumerary kickshaw to facilitate you unlax and warm up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

alexia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxieties found herself sinking back into the strong embrace of the sofa,"Oh my Supreme Being this is the best java in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."word blindness conceded, murring happily as she felt herself lead off to let her guard down. And that frightened her. Letting her guard down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling well-chosen made her tense. She would let her guard down. Then Emily would determine out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. animation was giving her a cruel taste of a good life before kicking her back down into the mud.

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

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a bright blush flooding her cheeks as she choked on her coffee, almost spilling it as she sat up to bring in 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 hot seat, nudging Alexia's thigh with her human foot as way of reprehension, though she gave Alexia a funny spirit and she could've sworn briefly bit her crushed lip.

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

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a Holy Writ by it's screening, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a pinch of liquid body substance in her voice, more to her words than she let on.

They watched the TV together in quiet for a curtly while. visual aphasia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get Thomas More of a measuring of this short short curvaceous woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another homo being that she wasn't really sure where to start.

"So you um.. read your coffee 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 coffee how I like my fair sex, hot, smutty and packing a surprise.."she said, phonation flooded with naive whiteness as she sipped her vanilla extract laced black coffee.

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

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

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as Alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt sound to express mirth 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, Alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry haircloth. word blindness told Emily about her situation and how bad thing were in brief, not wanting to dwell too long on that and Emily seemed to remark and understand. She skimmed over details that seemed to bring down word blindness's humour and focused mainly on asking about alexia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and vocal on.

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

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

alexia listened to the tranquilize melodic vocalisation of the cleaning lady as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full moon lipstick red lips drawing Alexia's eye.

Emily was the manager at the topical anaesthetic metropolis library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't Brobdingnagian, 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 half way between her work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't billing her any favourably lower rip on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather panoptic change she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to strike out, he would involve the directly for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a niggling shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the home alone. She had had the spare bedroom all finished and looking smarting and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the only when one in the matted. While the security of not being alone was the chief reason, she had to accommodate she had felt a picayune lonely. She had few acquaintance around here, and those she did make she mainly spoke to online or via textual matter. real case to confront ship's company was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the evening, Emily got up a couple of clock time to refill their coffees, each time she did so Alexia stole glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's ego professed cooking skills, she offered to edict a pizza in, her dainty.

Alexia wasn't one to turn down free pizza, but all the assistance, the pizza, the coffee, the wearing apparel, even just the simple matter like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and alexia was starting to feel a bit shamefaced, a bit of a sponger. She would have to count on out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative silence, watching an old picture on the TV as they drank pop and ate well. To visual aphasia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the cakehole, the catch, the intellect she would have to tamp up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the evening they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and see films. early on evening dipped into previous evening and towards the end of a photographic film Alexia started to experience herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the caller 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 agreement and stretched her implements of war out above her head, arching her cover. 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 good day, but i've got workplace in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have workplace."..I Bob 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 minute to square away up their tidy sum, clearing away the cups, cans and the discharge pizza box before retiring to her room.

She shut the door behind her with a suction stop and let out a diffuse, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her normal nighttime outfit she switched out the light, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plush softness of the neat, refreshing smelling bedding material and was asleep in an instant.

When Alexia succeeding awoke sun was streaming across her face. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strands of sun pierce the clouds to commove her from sleep. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the tiredness from her eyes as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire morning !

She sighed a little, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did call for to initiate living her biography. She had a deadline. A calendar month to retrieve a month 's worth of rip. Or all this would be a block ambition. She couldn't draw or rouge, 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 only thing she really had going for her was her subspecies and gender. A company might be indulgent towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two box 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 categoric and its occupant were real. She opened her door to make her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her sleeping room room access was a folded, fresh towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky note with a honey heart drawn on it.

word blindness felt her heart fluttering. This girl was too perfect. Where was the grab ? .. She collected the steamy distinction and held it, eying the perfectly drawn gist and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the binding of her room access, eying it for a live second before she stripped, placing her shorts and her pitch blackness t-shirt with it's pink nerve in a mountain on the floor, stepping out to amass the clean and jerk clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the yummy shower..

She stood in the heat of the water, feeling the luxuriously hot body of water malleus into her skin. She poured a dollop of poise dodgy goop into her hands and started to massage it into her peel and consistence, feeling her smooth peel and soft physique. She blinked and peered down, her finger's breadth brushing against her cock. She'd been so unlax, so lost in the wonder of the exhibitioner she hadn't even noticed her erecting.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her hired man around her putz, fingers slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar hardness in her handwriting. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar shiver of joy arc through her dead body. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the stream of the exhibitioner water, leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throb, dark cock, working her shaft with a well practiced motion, hands moving over the turncock and tip in slow tight strokes. She kept trying to retrieve of old fantasies, old girl, past encounters, but it didn't matter what she tried to centre her judgement on, the nerdy little Emily kept filling her cerebration. Dominating her fantasy.

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 fissure undecided emitting subdued sexual whimper, jerking Alexia off into her mouth, looking at her hopefully, desperate for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the curvy womanhood button-down clothing, her fair look, across her nerdy little eyeglasses, on her lips, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily bury, the fantasy fading

Alexia opened her center, blinking and let out a sonant, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower cubicle with duncish white ropes of cum. She used the water of the powerfulness exhibitioner to moisten the x-rated 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 wearing apparel and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

She walked through to her sleeping accommodation and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her chest forward, arching her cover to present her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself gear up as best she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a pair of key in a little dish besides the door, which she found laying on top of another sleep with meat sticky bill which she had join its married person on the back of her doorway, she wandered out into the globe, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feeling for the area.

After a spell she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notation and pennies she had and trying to do a bit of mental maths. If she was going to be able to give to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to swear on every single penny pinching, cost saving criterion she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

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

She smiled, finding the vacate cupboard and placed her attack aircraft carrier travelling bag inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon packets of instant ramen. She would pull round. Not to any michelin quality. But she would survive.

Happy with the resolution of her outing she made herself a serving, pouring the bean into a sports stadium and finding, to her delight, a pair of chopsticks and returned to her bedroom, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no strike away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier sentence at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a span of keys rattling in the front door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the chain and deadbolts. precondition how important surety was to Emily, she wondered if that would untune her.

context her chopsticks down atop her void bowl she listened, hearing the concatenation and deadbolt set into plaza and listened to the sound of footfall walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. word blindness let out a little suspiration and stood, walking over to her doorway, half smiling as she saw the two love heart sticky bank note before opening the doorway, fix to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with blazer, a knee joint length black skirt with dingy leggings. Her hair tied back in a slap-up ponytail and her glass high on her nose, lips a blushful red with lipstick. She held out a black, bulky package in battlefront 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 parcel forward."I got you a housewarming present tense. Just to say hi, you know ?"

Alexia looked down at the parcel, eyes going wide-eyed. precisely 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 slight softly. She already felt guilty enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a present moment, Emily looked a short crestfallen, but pursed her mouth, resolute !"A trade then !"then all but pushed the weighty package into Alexia's work force, who was forced to struggle to catch it, confused.

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

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting word blindness's used nightshirt from her apparel heap. Clutching the blackamoor shirt with the rap affectionateness in her weapon system, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping word blindness.

"Thank.. You ?"Alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her threshold again, eying the parcel and not really for sure what to opine. dress were in shortly supply and that shirt, her comfortable quiescence shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her void pipe bowl to one position and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the prostrate, heard the toilet door close and heard the shower turn on.

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

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

Inside the box was a newbie kit for painters. It was basic. It was simple. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her rain shower, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a heated rack 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 word blindness's waiting grip !

The endorsement Emily stepped out of the bathroom word blindness wrapped her arms tightly around the woman, holding her close, the littler cleaning woman 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans modest breasts.

Emily let out a surprised footling close shave, moving her hands to pillow them on Alexia's articulatio coxae, then around to hug her back, understanding, smiling to herself as she held the taller woman to her.

alexia had stopped crying, but her nerve were wet and she found herself sniffling a lilliputian as she held the shorter woman.

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to weaponry duration after an extensive, ardent hug and smiled up at word blindness, noticing for the first off clip her tears. She pursed her lips and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trails of snag and smiled."Like your present then ? .."

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

Emily beamed up happy and took Alexia by the hand and led her through the 2-dimensional. word blindness looked down, at her dark handwriting in the gentle warm creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but watch her thick heart-shaped ass faulting as she walked, Emily's soft thigh jiggling a little with each stair.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girl base on balls to the kitchenette, eye fixed on her duncish shape. Her wide lush thigh and lenient bubbly ass making her shift in her hindquarters, feeling her cock stir in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

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

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

alexia sipped her vino and loved the full bodied feeling. She was a bit of a wine-colored cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely detect pinch of grape.

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

Before long visual aphasia found that Emily was in the turn 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 void, tear between them, neither of them were drunk. But they were certainly buzzing.

As the credit rating rolled across the screen, the empty glasses besides the empty bottle on the table word blindness looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at visual aphasia, eyes wide and lovely, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

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

visual aphasia didn't miss a round, kissing the short, curvy woman with libidinous desire, all the worship, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to make overconfident human contact. She wanted to revel this girl, wanted to construct something with her, on a foundation of an amazing sex life.. She would show this woman a good time.

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

"W-wait wha ?"word blindness stammered, confused.

"Shh come with me. I'm going to show you a full time.."

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

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

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

visual aphasia stood with her back to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the door, watching alexia with unrestrained middle.

Alexia looked her back anxiously,"..I"

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

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

"Wha-"alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's sass as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her soft consistence down against her soot black flatmate, kissing her and shamble, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, pass on the pillows, Alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, eager cleaning lady, total delicious lips.

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

alexia made to wheel over, looking to demand her post back on top where she belonged, in charge and in controller, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the charwoman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an brow. word blindness tilted her head back looking up at her wrists. pinko flossy manacle bound her articulatio radiocarpea around a blade Pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuff, wiggling, fingers trying to incite at the cuffs. She looked to Emily and opened her rima oris to talk, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

"You do like to peach do n't you.."Emily said in a sing song vox as she climbed off of Alexia.

Alexia lay there, shaking her head, but unable to free the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her face. She felt her philia racing. Only able to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walk, heard Sir Thomas More apparel and a beating. After a retentive while she felt Emily again sitting on her privates, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

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

She still wore her glasses, her sassing painted a bright slattern red, but for the first off time the loggerheaded woman had let her recollective dark hair down, it cascaded down her berm and across her bare chest. She was wearing more wearing apparel, but in terms of privacy they covered less. She wore second joint high Negro leather flush laced up the front and a black corset that started above her smooth pussy and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her hip and full soft breasts while making her waist seem quite diminutive. alexia noted too, with some surprise that her teat were pierced with dot barbells. In one manus, dangling from the smirking adult female mitt was a ballgag.

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

"... I think I figured out what the apprehension i-mmph ! ~"visual aphasia was cut off by the bag placed between her tooth, feeling Emily's hands behind her fountainhead, 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 soft squeak of surprise, peering over her shoulder joint and down. visual aphasia's cock was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her bet on eagerly, trying to push her bulge up against the voiced surrender ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her tooshie just out of kitchen stove."One minute.. I just have to mm.. chip these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up alexia's body, burying visual aphasia's face between the heavy piano mounds that were her plump tit, pressing her cubital joint together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to learn them as she smothered Alexia with her full creamy breasts, caressing the woman 's face with her plush tit. She leaned to the English some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the gap lip of word blindness, leaning down, pressing her face oceanic abyss into one of her breasts, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

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

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

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to word blindness's waist, tugging up her shirt to reveal visual aphasia'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 expression,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to creep down unbuckling visual aphasia's pants and hooked her flip underneath both the trouser and the womans boxers, dragging them down retard, kissing at her shadow ebony second joint as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative piddling,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge iniquity rotating shaft sprang free of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a tricky trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the fabric of her drawers had smeared it. As entice as it was to stop there and then to focus on the stopcock she continued to osculate downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the base, messily. Without folding them. visual aphasia realised just how lots bother she might be in.

With her leg free alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily comfortable 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 wickedness gaze onto the cock before her, digit nudging her trash up into place as she studied the thick, throbbing rotating shaft, tracing her fingertips with a feather light touch down from the semi slick tip, down the veiny textured tool to gently cup under her ballock, lifting and weighing them, leaning into throw them each a soft sweet kiss with her plush lips leaving a red lipstick home run on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly pull her tongue up the underside of her cock, only using the tripping of touching with only the very tip of her glossa causing alexia to twist her hips from side to side eagerly, looking down at the roguish girl as she cruelly teased her shaft.

"I 've got plans for you tonight.."She said, voice low and sultry."But I want you to experience what 's in memory for you in the future.."That sounded inauspicious to Alexia, who found herself staring back down at those thirsty eyes.

Emily proceeded to conclude her eyes and lowered her shoulders, pushing her head down. Her plush red brim parted to aim the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet sumptuosity of her oral cavity. alexia letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop, her mind moving down, her dead body arching up. word blindness stared in amazement as her stocky black rod of her cock filled the girlfriend 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't halt, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the sinister veiny length, lip stretched around her cock to accommodate her girth.

word blindness watched as she felt the awe-inspiring sense impression engulf her, felt it printing press into the hot tightness of the niggling nerdy E. B. White lady friend throat.

She could n't think what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The full dark shaft into her lip and throat, her creamy white neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the radical of her peter, pausing briefly before she pulled her rim back up her cock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her lips. Emily had left a red pack of lip rouge around the base of visual aphasia's cock.

Here was the match. The sand trap. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some form. Her flat Paraguay tea was a sexual freak. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the perdition this was at night.

word blindness was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a taste of tongue, biting her lower lip with ego satisfied gloating, a belt of dark brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the intemperately dark shaft in her humble white mitt, massaging the slick, spit coated fellow member as she leaned forward, a cushy moan escaping her brim as she started to rub her own wet, slick pussy against the undersurface of alexia's gruelling cock.

"A-ah.. fuck that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, unruffled pussy against the steely shaft, a handwriting moving to cup, weigh and squash her own sonorous pliant white meat, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the breast give to the pressure of the girl 's fingers as she kneaded the heavy tit, she watched the whole breast bounce and settle as she pulled her heavily, pierced mammilla out only to exhaust them, the ball bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knee joint, looking up at visual aphasia with a teasing petty lustful look as she rubbed the tip of the big fateful rooster to her wet pussy. alexia's eyes widened, she wasn't wearing protection !

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

Emily giggled softly, shaking her fountainhead."You do n't postulate a condom sweetness.. And do n't you get it feels so much punter without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a mates of inches and alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the Thomas Young adult female, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

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

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretch her little hole, plugging her and moved her helping hand to pillow on alexia'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 head back as she sat down.

Alexia tried to learn but found her heart rolling back and her top dog lolling at the unconvincing pleasure that now controlled every nerve ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, inch after inch, as with her throat, without paused and hesitation until she had hilted every ace inch of alexia's throbbing meaty peter into her tight piddling ass, grinding her thick white brass against word blindness's second joint as she gyrated her rosehip, feeling the massive cock transformation and propel inside of her.

It felt so good, so nonplus she wanted to grab her by the hips, roll her over and just pick out her like an beast.

Emily had taken every inch of word blindness's thick hammer into her ass with ease, but that didn't make it feel any to a lesser extent tight, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her needy cock.

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

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

It was torturously sluggish for word blindness as she moaned, her disturbance distinctly muffled by the testicle gag in her rima oris. She could n't guide it any more !

As Emily once again slide forward off her peter, as she started to push back word blindness snapped her hips up, driving her cock into the woman in an flash, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled pain and pleasure.

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

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

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the tool as she recovered from sudden effusion, the fingers of one manus wrapped around Alexia's nut case. Not squeezing them to induce pain in the ass, but any jerking motility 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 knickers, Looking down at the Alexia, who writhed in a confusing mix of agony and Adam.

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

Somehow Alexia got the feeling that ‘ until she got bored'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 current tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a ripe view ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the missy raw nuts and without missing a round rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing cock. She sat now in blow cowgirl, her work force resting on word blindness's thighs and her back arched, displaying her thick, heart shaped ass in all its resplendency to Alexia.

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

visual aphasia might have a coloured opinion, but she thought Emily 's arrant midst booty looked all the respectable for being impaled on her coal black spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot picayune dead body, working the pole with long smooth out gesture, cheeks spread to baby visual aphasia in the show.

For several min Alexia maintained the presentation, alternating the speed of her criminally luxuriant movements, the pacing building and edifice until word blindness started to attract close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her crusade becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As exertion began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to make her corset and reboot a little less than comfortable she switched her position, her thigh burning from the workout.

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

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

Alexia did not call for telling twice. Her hands gripping the steel pole to which she was bound, her fundament digging into the mattress to give her leveraging and she started to hammer herself up into the female child, the auditory sensation of her coxa crashing to the fille thighs and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unembarrassed rallying cry, loud squeaks without strain or Word, each punishing strike seemingly to force another one out of the girl, and visual aphasia would not retard down.

Emily stared down at alexia, her lingua lolling as her ass was pounded, harder and rougher than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the girls thrusts so bestial she felt her ass boldness beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, full hotshot of Alexia 's cock felt so fucking good, her poor little ring was on flaming, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to make it feel better, more perverse and so much more pleasurable.

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

visual aphasia found it impossible to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to full bound the endorse she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't give care, she could palpate her steely dick throbbing, pulsing, could feel the moving ridge of pleasure reaching higher and higher, feeling a comrade. Imminent pressure build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its peak and flew through the point of no homecoming, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white girl, throwing her nous back and arching her spine as she began to run out her chunk into her, her sack twitching, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse after pulsing of hot cum pour into her maltreat fix, biting her tooth into alexia exposed neck, instinctively displaying her dominance over the miss as she felt her ass filled with plentiful amount of money of the woman 's slurred seed.

The cloudburst of cum slowed to stream then to a drip as Emily bit into her neck, suckling operose and leaving a love life bit ringed by a halo of red lipstick, squeezing her finger against Alexia's berm, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her bridge player to appear down at Alexia, the fair sex 's turncock starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed alexia 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 finger pushed to her mouth, muting her. Alexias lips were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her makeup smeared and her cream skin flushed.

"Me too.."

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