Alexia felt drained, exhausted, get down and at the downright lowest point in her life. She stood on a litter strewn pavement outside a dilapidated looking apartment construction, the cold air whipping at her darkness, soot black peel as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a gloomy bed of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for directions More than once, in the frigidness and the pelting. Her investment company were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been able-bodied to open food. The walk had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much prison term for her nous to drown in her despair.

Four years ago Alexander the Great had left base to study art at a liberal University, and while Alexander 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their only son.

Finding a new Earth where liberalism and acceptation was vulgar had washed away the fake mask that was Smyrnium olusatrum, and Alexia had been born.

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

Everything had changed when she had gone home, her worst care realised in full, then half again. When Alexander returned as alexia, the furiousness, the shame, the torrent of abuse was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents reinforcement vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her father screamed at her, blaming her for all the woes in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for months, the abuse and distance from the two people she loved most in this world crumbled every bit of confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling point two weeks ago, she had been backed into a recession, literally, her male parent 's face inches from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whiskey on his breath, how she had destroyed the kin, how worthless she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as tears streamed down her brass, slapping her Father across the buttock with a sharp swift gesture. He didn't strike her back.

He had raised his bridge player to his boldness, feeling the insect bite of the slap and a cold silence settled through the home. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to allow for, told how she was n't receive anymore, no exceptions. She had destroyed her kin. She had packed what little remained of her belongings into a backpack and left home with little money and fewer friend.

The succeeding two weeks she passed in a emotionless daze, couch surfing with one-time Friend, none of whom seemed especially sympathetic to her troth, but who let her remain at theirs for a few days a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every cent 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 afford one half of a cheesy, furnished savourless sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking building, a dribble of rain running between her small-scale breasts. She was afraid to accede, afraid to bump out what was waiting for her. A filthy prostrate fully of qat ? A trash head ? A sex offender ? She had no way of knowing. But at least it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the grim decimal point in her life. Fear. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercommunication system. Out of Holy Order. The room access hung limp, the magnetic lock that would normally hold it closed was broken. A bad sign.

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

She found the compressed she was looking for, flat sixty five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever fresh Hades was about to open its gates to her.

Their was a farsighted pause and the creak of a floorboard behind the doorway and another long pause, had she gotten the wrongly address ? It was very possible, she did n't know the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a crack and a Young woman peered through the gap, eying the spate that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousey girl with lovesome creamy skin, prospicient nighttime hair tied back into a rigorous ponytail and thick rimmed glasses, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

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

Alexia could infer the cleaning woman 's wavering, she must experience looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

"Um, yes, alexia Crow."She replied with a sniffle, unsure what to make of the cleaning lady, on edge.

The room access closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung open, the adult female stepping aside, a warm smile on her cute face,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, please derive in ! You look so cold.."she added, a breath of concern in her voice.

word blindness eyed the fair sex, she was brusk, maybe five foot two or three and maybe in her mid to late 20 ? She was a little chubby, to the full figured but attractively proportioned.

She stepped inside and was hit by a wall of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla ? The door had opened into a cosy aliveness way and kitchenette, the home actually looked modern, not at all tired or fall apart down like the exterior of the building.

The short-stack closed the room access once they were inside and visual aphasia turned, watching the woman swoop in the chain, click the lock and put in a trio of deadbolts before she turned to look back up at Alexia.

"My names Emily ! I 'm so happy you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a short, her wide red mouth pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you pitiable thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."ejaculate with me, I 'll express you your room then you can grab a hot shower and alteration into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to do her way down towards a short-circuit corridor with three branching threshold.

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

The interior of her new sleeping accommodation was like a showroom, a double bed dominated the room with fold up towels on the boundary, one bulwark holding a large oak wardrobe, a full duration mirror and a minor desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the minute of the three doors."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third gear room."That 's my elbow room, feel free to criticise if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony woman with those soft moody center 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 aliveness room, not seeming to mind Alexia's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that thickset booty as it swayed as she walked.

alexia swallowed and forced herself to depend away. Heading into her room and setting her wet backpack with its hopefully dry mental object onto the flooring, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her elbow room as she started to divest, settling quickly into her old habits by discarding of her soaked dress in a classifiable down on the floor by the room access. The large mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A stranger.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet sodden clothes off of a hackneyed, downtrodden looking cleaning lady. Her middle were flavorless, passionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the char she saw in it. When she had become alexia she had had such pipe dream of the soul she would suit. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her clothes in a pile and collected one of the easy, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the door to peer a little nervously around the quoin, 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 white meat and body.

Alexia let out a sigh of reliever as she closed the toilet threshold behind her, leaning against it, her free bridge player moving about in the iniquity to find the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the bath. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. Sure it had the typical throne and sink, but in the office of a bath with a shower attachment as she was used to there was a prominent shower carrell with no bathtub at all. The shower unit inside the cubicle looked coordination compound, flowing curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it come to the ground and avoided the regard of herself in the contemplative surfaces 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 cell. She ran a dark hand over the sleek, cool down alloy of the exhibitioner whole, looking for what she thought might be the power push. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force-out of the shower almost made her stagger back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her skin she blinked a few times, stepping back to clear the piss from facial expression and felt the hotness start to drive into her wear form.

It felt so good, the strong jet of the water seemingly revitalising her mind eubstance and soul, giving her energy and relief. She let out a deep suspiration and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of soap which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her breasts, setting the bottle back and using her paw gently she tilted her head back and started to slash herself.

She had always been slight of frame, but her variety in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the right places, her breasts were a meek C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her hands strayed down over her physical body, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, gentle cock rested. Tip hidden behind her prepuce. She hefted the member in her diffused 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 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 whitened noise of the hot water striking her body 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 displume herself away from the addictive, sensory dampening wonder that was the shower. She brushed the top level of pee off her dripping skin with her work force and squeezed the bulk of her pilus before she stepped from the shower, heedful 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 articulatio humeri and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a cranny and peeking into the hallway. Nothing. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the spark and re-entered her room, shutting the door behind her.

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

Her train of sentiment was derailed by a blue bang at her room access making her startle, towel falling half off she was quick to wind it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the girl barging into her room ! But the doorway was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

word blindness paused, looking at the door, her nous working to try and figure out the caper, spot the bunker."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no sugar ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the other side and Alexia heard the step as she walked away. Alexia frowned at the doorway, unsure what to make of it. Apologizing for her steal wearing apparel with coffee ? Buying her forgiveness ? Somehow that made less sense.

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

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a soft 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 cookery programme on her TV, her knee pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee clasped between her manus. On the deep brown tabular array, in front of the space on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee bean white.

As alexia approached the table Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a mitt moving to gently aline her glasses."Hey.. Sorry about your apparel, I saw them on the base and didn't want them to depart a wet plot of ground, so I put them in the washing machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

alexia followed her gaze and sure enough enough saw her clothes through the clear charge card windowpane, bopping about in circuit in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming french insistency. The coffee wasn't instant, or cheap by the face of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst proceeds her.

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

She lifted the cup to her sassing, pausing to smell the burnt umber, paranoid that there might induce been more to it than she thought.

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

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy little smile."Just a little extra kickshaw to avail you unwind and tender 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 warm embracing of the lounge,"Oh my gods this is the considerably coffee in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself set about to let her guard down. And that frightened her. Letting her precaution down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling felicitous made her tense. She would let her defend down. Then Emily would find out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. aliveness was giving her a roughshod tasting 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 ! If Emily was going to kick her out for being who she was, honest she do it now before she dare ambition 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 crystallise 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 visual aphasia's thigh with her pes as way of reprehension, though she gave alexia a funny look and she could've sworn briefly bit her abject lip.

"And it doesn't infliction you ? .."Alexia asked, watching her with her sullen oculus, uncertain.

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

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

They watched the TV together in silence for a short spell. Alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get more of a meter of this short trivial full-bosomed 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.. Take your deep brown black ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until alexia was taking a sip of her burnt umber,"I like my burnt umber how I like my woman, hot, black and packing a surprise.."she said, representative flooded with uninstructed innocence as she sipped her vanilla laced black coffee.

alexia choked on her coffee bean, 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 use to get retaliation on word blindness, she hadn't actually meant it.

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

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

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the volume on the TV and turning to face up visual aphasia as they talked, Alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry fuzz. Alexia told Emily about her place and how bad affair were in brief, not wanting to brood too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and understand. She skimmed over details that seemed to bestow down word blindness's humour and focused mainly on asking about Alexia's art, a depicted object she was truly passionate and outspoken on.

In that one conversation they held alexia felt more uplifted and spirited than she had in calendar month. She began to feel sure-footed in her art, her torso, herself. It was a warm feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole clock time talking about herself, though. As soon as visual aphasia had come out of her eggshell she had opened up with an eternal stream of her own question. Very little about Emily made gumption. Why was she living so well in such a rotten building ? Why, did she need a tenant ?

Alexia listened to the hush melodic voice of the woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her wax lipstick red sassing drawing Alexia's eye.

Emily was the manager at the local city subroutine 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 cognitive operation that had taken a few years. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about one-half way between her workplace and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the edifice, and while he didn't bang her any favourably lower economic rent on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive modification she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to impress out, he would call for the flat for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a little shyly, that she was always aflutter to be in the planetary house alone. She had had the spare chamber all finished and looking overbold and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the only one in the 2-dimensional. While the security of not being alone was the chief reason, she had to intromit she had felt a little lonely. She had few Quaker around here, and those she did have she mainly spoke to online or via text. genuine face to present company was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the evening, Emily got up a couple of times to refill their coffees, each prison term she did so word blindness stole glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking acquirement, she offered to Holy Order a pizza in, her treat.

Alexia wasn't one to work down free pizza, but all the avail, the pizza, the coffee, the clothes, even just the simple affair like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and word blindness was starting to feel a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would have to figure out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in comparative quiet, watching an old picture show on the TV as they drank soda pop and ate well. To Alexia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza pie with ananas. For a brief consequence she feared that would be the trap, the catch, the ground she would stimulate to pack up and impart. 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 watched films. betimes evening dipped into late evening and towards the end of a film alexia started to sense herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the company of Emily, she needed to kip. As the movie ended she let out a not too subtle yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her coat of arms out above her head, arching her book binding. Alexia stared as the replete swell of the daughter impressive binge straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a secure day, but i've got body of work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have work."..I Bob Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."alexia said softly, watching as the curvy short woman walked away towards her way. She smiled a little, spending a few mo to tidy up their slew, clearing away the loving cup, cans and the empty pizza box before retiring to her room.

She shut the room access behind her with a clink and let out a soft, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her rule nighttime outfit she switched out the spark, discarded her towel on the flooring and just fell forward onto the plushy unfitness of the houseclean, fresh smelling bedding and was asleep in an instant.

When Alexia next awoke sunlight was streaming across her face. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few brash Strand of sun Franklin Pierce the clouds to rouse 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 integral morning !

She sighed a lilliputian, but didn't flavor bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to start out living her lifespan. She had a deadline. A month to discover a month 's worth of rent. Or all this would be a leave dream. She couldn't draw or paint, she couldn't even survey. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The only thing she really had going for her was her airstream and grammatical gender. A society might be indulgent towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to reclaim. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly conceive this flat and its occupant were real. She opened her door to make her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her chamber door was a folded, fresh towel, her dress from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky bill with a have sex heart drawn on it.

Alexia felt her spirit flapping. This missy was too everlasting. Where was the catch ? .. She collected the sticky note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn heart and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the backbone of her door, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her black t-shirt with it's pink nitty-gritty in a pile on the floor, stepping out to collect the fairly clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the luscious shower..

She stood in the heating plant of the piss, feeling the luxuriously hot water mallet into her cutis. She poured a dollop of cool slick soap into her hands and started to massage it into her skin and body, feeling her shine skin and diffused flesh. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her turncock. She'd been so slacken, so lost in the curiosity of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her hand around her prick, finger slick with soap she felt the steely, comrade hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar shiver of pleasure arc through her consistency. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the stream of the shower H2O, leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her men wrapped around her throbbing, dark cock, working her pecker with a fountainhead practiced motion, hands moving over the cock and tip in slow tight virgule. She kept trying to retrieve of old illusion, old girlfriends, past showdown, but it didn't matter what she tried to focus her idea on, the nerdy little Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her phantasy.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands wrapped around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her mouth open up emitting soft sexual whimpers, jerking Alexia off into her mouth, looking at her hopefully, desperate for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the voluptuous woman conservative clothing, her fair font, 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 illusion fading

Alexia opened her heart, blinking and let out a soft, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower booth with compact blanched ropes of cum. She used the water of the top executive shower bath to launder the x-rated jackson pollock away down the drain and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower bath and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, softened clothes and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

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

After getting herself set up as best she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a couple of Francis Scott Key in a minor dish besides the door, which she found laying on top of another love heart sticky note which she had join its partner on the back of her door, she wandered out into the world, humid and aplomb, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few tone and centime she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to open to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would accept to rely on every single cent pinching, cost deliverance measuring stick she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

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

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

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a component part, pouring the noodles into a bowling ball 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 use up away pizza pie. But ramen reminded her of happier fourth dimension at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a pair of samara rattling in the front door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the string and bolt. Given how important security was to Emily, she wondered if that would trouble her.

mise en scene her chopsticks down atop her empty bowl she listened, hearing the mountain range and deadbolts set into place and listened to the audio of stride walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. alexia let out a trivial sigh and stood, walking over to her door, half smiling as she saw the two love heart awkward notes before opening the door, prepare to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her employment uniform, a White shirt with blazer, a stifle duration black chick with colored leggings. Her hair tied back in a keen ponytail and her looking glass luxuriously on her nose, lips a rosy red with lip rouge. She held out a smutty, bulky parcel in front line of her, a red ribbon tying it.

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

alexia looked down at the parcel, eyes going across-the-board. Just to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so lots for me already.."she said, a footling softly. She already felt guilty enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a niggling crestfallen, but pursed her sass, resolute !"A patronage then !"then all but pushed the weighty bundle into Alexia's hands, who was forced to scramble to enamour it, confused.

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

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

"Thank.. You ?"Alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the bundle and not really sure what to mean. apparel were in myopic provision and that shirt, her comfy sleeping shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her abandon sports stadium to one side and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the bathroom doorway close and heard the shower bit on.

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

alexia let out a sob and covered her rima oris with the back of her mitt, staring down into the box, her eyes wide of the mark, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a appetiser kit for panther. It was staple. It was childlike. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her cascade, pulling on some wearing apparel 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's-breadth out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the dryer down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into Alexia's waiting appreciation !

The irregular Emily stepped out of the bath word blindness wrapped her arm tightly around the adult female, holding her close, the smaller cleaning lady 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans humble breasts.

Emily let out a surprise picayune squeaker, moving her hands to roost them on alexia's coxa, then around to hug her back, savvy, smiling to herself as she held the taller cleaning lady to her.

word blindness had stopped crying, but her cheeks were wet and she found herself sniffling a little as she held the shorter woman.

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to arms length after an extended, warm hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first time her tears. She pursed her mouth and lifted up a handwriting, wiping away the trail of snag and smiled."Like your present 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 eyes again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the missy. She was wearing word blindness's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of black step-in. nada else ! Alexia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took alexia by the helping hand and led her through the flat. alexia looked down, at her gloomy mitt in the indulgent warm soupiness of Emily's own. She couldn't supporter but determine her thick heart-shaped ass faulting as she walked, Emily's gentle second joint jiggling a fiddling with each step.

Emily guided her to the sofa and pushed her down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the missy pass to the kitchenette, optic fixed on her boneheaded figure. Her to the full souse thigh and flabby bubbly ass making her geological fault in her arse, feeling her shaft ado in her drawers, despite having already seen to it once today.

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

Emily stood and collected two good glasses of red wine from the replication, returning and handing one to Alexia, placing the bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

Alexia sipped her wine-coloured and loved the full bodied savor. She was a bit of a wine-coloured connoisseur, she thought. She could definitely find hints of grape.

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

Before long alexia found that Emily was in the criminal of her arm, which she had around the lady friend 's articulatio humeri as they cuddled, Emily's stage pulled up under her comfortably.

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

As the quotation rolled across the screen, the void glasses besides the vacuous bottle on the table Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, eyes across-the-board and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her sass tight to visual aphasia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tautness that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips meeting in a burst of apparent motion and desire.

Alexia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvey adult female with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have got positively charged human middleman. She wanted to relish this girl, wanted to build up something with her, on a innovation of an amazing sex life.. She would show this cleaning woman a just time.

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

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

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

alexia's center widened. This reserved, calm librarian stealing her line before she'd even said it."But.."

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

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

Alexia stood with her back to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the door, watching Alexia with excited oculus.

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

Emily stepped forward and shoved Alexia, who let out a gasp ! She stumbled, caught off sentry duty and fell backwards, arms flailing for something to catch to hold back her falling, hopelessly.

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

"Wha-"Alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's rim as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her flabby eubstance 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, eager womans, full delicious lips.

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

word blindness made to roll over, looking to exact her position back on top where she belonged, in charge and in control, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her book binding. She looked up confused at the charwoman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an supercilium. word blindness tilted her read/write head back looking up at her wrist joint. garden pink downy handcuff bound her radiocarpal joint around a steel pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, finger trying to dig at the handcuff. She looked to Emily and opened her sass to address, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

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

alexia lay there, shaking her question, but ineffective to dislodge 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 hear. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard more apparel and a lacing. After a longsighted while she felt Emily again sitting on her crotch, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

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

She still wore her glasses, her lips painted a bright slut red, but for the first time the thickheaded womanhood had let her long dark hair down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare pectus. She was wearing more apparel, but in terms of privateness they covered less. She wore second joint high black leather rush laced up the movement and a blackamoor corset that started above her smooth pussy and finished below her breast, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her rose hip and full flaccid chest while making her waistline seem quite tiny. word blindness noted too, with some surprise that her pap were pierced with constellate barbells. In one script, dangling from the smirking womans hand was a ballgag.

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

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

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

After she had tied the ballgag in office she sat back up and let out a soft close shave of surprise, peering over her shoulder and down. Alexia'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 backrest eagerly, trying to push her protrusion up against the subdued yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of image."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up Alexia's body, burying Alexia's fount between the impenetrable soft mounds that were her plump breasts, pressing her elbow joint together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to check them as she smothered Alexia with her full phase of the moon creamy breasts, caressing the adult female 's face with her plush tits. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded teat across the spread lip of word blindness, leaning down, pressing her nerve 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 squirm. After a few tenacious 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 intrude and stared up at Emily, her cheeks even hot, her stopcock painfully erect. She nodded, nodded desperately.

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

She started to crawl down unbuckling alexia's bloomers and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trouser and the cleaning lady boxers, dragging them down slow, kissing at her darkness ebony thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative lilliputian,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge iniquity shaft sprang free of her Boxer, pointing straight up eagerly, a crafty trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the fabric of her bagger had smeared it. As entice as it was to stop there and then to concentrate on the cock she continued to kiss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the flooring, messily. Without folding them. visual aphasia realised just how practically trouble she might be in.

With her legs free alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easier entree as she started to slowly snog up the early leg, lying between the ebony womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her night gaze onto the rooster before her, fingerbreadth nudging her deoxyephedrine up into place as she studied the thick, throbbing ray, tracing her fingertips with a feather visible light touch down from the semi slick tip, down the veiny textured irradiation to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into give them each a voiced saintlike kiss with her plush sassing leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly draw her lingua up the underside of her turncock, only using the weak of touches with only the very tip of her knife causing visual aphasia to squirm her hips from side to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish girl as she cruelly teased her cock.

"I 've got plan for you tonight.."She said, vocalization 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 hungry eyes.

Emily proceeded to close her eyes and lowered her shoulder, pushing her head down. Her plush red back talk parted to take the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet luxury of her mouth. alexia letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't break off, her head moving down, her organic structure arching up. word blindness stared in amazement as her thick-skulled black rod of her pecker filled the girl 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't block off, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, sassing stretched around her hammer to fit her girth.

visual aphasia watched as she felt the amazing whiz engulf her, felt it press into the hot tightness of the little nerdy Edward White little girl pharynx.

She could n't believe what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The intact shadow shaft into her rima oris and throat, her creamy ovalbumin neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the ascendant of her stopcock, pausing briefly before she pulled her sass back up her cock, sucking as she moved before it popped resign of her lip. Emily had left a red pack of lipstick around the base of word blindness's cock.

Here was the catch. The trap. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some sort. Her categoric married person was a sexual freak. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the the pits this was at night.

word blindness was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spit, biting her glower lip with ego satisfied glee, a swath of black brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the heavily dark shaft in her small Patrick White deal, massaging the slick, spit coated appendage as she leaned forward, a flaccid moan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, slick pussy against the bottom of Alexia's arduous cock.

"A-ah.. screw that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, fluent pussy against the steely slam, a hand moving to cup, consider and squeeze her own heavy pliable bosom, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the display, watching the gentleness of the breast spring to the atmospheric pressure of the girl 's finger as she kneaded the sound tit, she watched the all white meat bounce and settle as she pulled her tough, pierced tit out only to release them, the orb bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her stifle, looking up at alexia with a teasing little salacious tone as she rubbed the tip of the big black putz to her wet kitty. Alexia's optic widened, she wasn't wearing protection !

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

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

Emily shuffled forward a couple of in and Alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settee between the pillow like orb of Emily ass. She looked up at the Cy Young woman, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

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

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the midst tip stretch her little yap, plugging her and moved her hands to lie on visual aphasia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so very much advantageously than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she sat down.

alexia tried to see but found her eyes rolling back and her headway 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 reluctance until she had hilted every I column inch of Alexia's throbbing meaty cock into her fast picayune ass, grinding her thickly white impertinence against alexia's thighs as she gyrated her pelvic girdle, feeling the monumental cock transmutation and impress interior of her.

It felt so salutary, so amazing she wanted to take hold of her by the hips, roll her over and just take her like an animal.

Emily had taken every inch of alexia's thick cock into her ass with ease, but that didn't make it sense any less blotto, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her indigent cock.

Emily started sluggish, 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 unloose of her plastered delicious ass before she would press back and down, letting it sink back into her eagre experienced love hole.

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

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

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

word blindness started to shoot her pelvis faster, driving her stopcock hard and fast up into the girl as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of voiceless mystifying poke assaulted her, her thick ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

word blindness was in Heaven, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a crisp botheration surged through her, making her stop.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the putz as she recovered from sudden blowup, the fingers of one handwriting wrapped around word blindness's freak. Not squeezing them to cause infliction, but any jerking apparent motion by Alexia would get out on them.

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

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

Somehow Alexia got the imprint that ‘ until she got bored'was synonymous with ‘ dawn ’. Despite how much part of her wanted that, her overriding demand to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her cheeks as it leaked from around her gag.

"Good.. But I can see you clearly are n't satisfied with my current tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a better scene ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the lady friend medium nuts and without missing a round rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing dick. She sat now in turnabout cowgirl, her hands resting on Alexia's thighs and her back arched, displaying her midst, heart shaped ass in all its glory to Alexia.

Moaning a short Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the effeminateness of her ass and pulled her boldness apart, displaying the daughter formerly lilliputian little star.

visual aphasia might give a biased opinion, but she thought Emily 's consummate thick booty looked all the bettor for being impaled on her sable spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot short organic structure, working the pole with prospicient legato motions, nerve spread to baby word blindness in the show.

For several proceedings visual aphasia maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally luxuriant movements, the pacing building and building until word blindness started to attract close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but halt, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it survive, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to take her corset and boots a little less than comfortable she switched her positioning, her second joint burning from the workout.

Panting, she turned again, leaning over Alexia and pressing her breasts to the disconsolate charwoman 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a picayune too short-change for that. She bit her lip, her fuzz disheveled and stared into the lecherousness crazed regard of her lover.

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

visual aphasia did not call for telling twice. Her hired hand gripping the steel pole to which she was limit, her feet digging into the mattress to give her leverage and she started to hammer herself up into the girl, the auditory sensation of her coxa crashing to the girls thigh and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed vociferation, loud close call without form or word, each arduous strike seemingly to push back another one out of the girl, and Alexia 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 toys the young woman thrusts so brute she felt her ass cheek beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the invariant hot, full-of-the-moon whizz of Alexia 's rooster felt so fucking in effect, her wretched petty ring was on flak, 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 cries becoming, a constant plea for more than, needing to feast a growing dependence to her flatmates slab of thick black cock.

alexia found it impossible to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to entire strangle the secondly she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't deal, she could sense her steely tool pounding, pulsing, could feel the wafture of pleasure reaching higher and higher, feeling a fellow. Imminent air pressure build.

The Wave of her pleasure reached its point and flew through the point of no regaining, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed ovalbumin girl, throwing her head back and arching her cover as she began to drain her balls into her, her pocket vellication, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling heart rate after pulsing of hot cum pour into her abused hole, biting her teeth into alexia exposed neck, instinctively displaying her authorisation over the female child as she felt her ass filled with rich amounts of the woman 's blockheaded seed.

The soaker of cum slowed to teem then to a trickle as Emily bit into her cervix, suckling hard and leaving a love bit ringed by a halo of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against Alexia's articulatio humeri, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow heaving, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her workforce to look down at alexia, the cleaning lady 's cock starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one side, letting her drag in her world-class unobstructed breathing spell in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, Alexia found again Emily 's finger pushed to her back talk, muting her. Alexias sassing were wet, but she looked expert than Emily did. Her hair's-breadth splayed out in a typically aphrodisiac mess, her makeup smeared and her cream skin flushed.

"Me too.."

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