alexia felt drained, exhausted, ticktock down and at the infrangible scummy point in her life. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a crumble looking apartment building, the moth-eaten air whipping at her dark, ebony hide as the pelting plastered her apparel to her, the sun locked behind a grim layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to contain and ask for directions More than once, in the cold and the rain. Her investment trust were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been able to give intellectual nourishment. The paseo had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much prison term for her creative thinker to overwhelm in her despair.

Four years ago black lovage had left rest home to study art at a openhanded University, and while Alexander 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their only son.

Finding a new world where liberalism and acceptance was coarse had washed away the misrepresent mask that was Alexander, and Alexia had been born.

She has loved her clip at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a crew of like take care person who had made her tactile property, maybe for the first metre since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone rest home, her forged fears realised in wax, then one-half again. When Alexander the Great returned as visual aphasia, the fury, the shame, the torrent of abuse was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents support vanished. Her mother cried as if her tyke 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 vilification and distance from the two the great unwashed she loved most in this world crumbled every bit of assurance and felicity university had bestowed upon her.

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

She had lashed out at that as tears streamed down her buttock, slapping her founder across the impudence with a discriminating blue-belly apparent movement. He didn't work stoppage her back.

He had raised his helping hand to his face, feeling the sting of the slap and a common cold silence settled through the business firm. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to give, told how she was n't welcome anymore, no exception. She had destroyed her menage. She had packed what little remained of her holding into a backpack and left home with piddling money and fewer friend.

The next two week she passed in a emotionless shock, lounge surfing with previous admirer, none of whom seemed especially likable to her troth, but who let her stay at theirs for a few days a objet d'art out of pity.

She had scraped together every centime she could, even borrowed from those that were still unforced. But even with all that she could n't give her own place. She had, however managed to just afford one one-half of a cheap, furnish flat sharing chance she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking building, a drip of rainfall running between her lowly boob. She was afraid to infix, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A cruddy flat full phase of the moon of khat ? A methamphetamine 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 lowest tip in her life story. awe. coldness. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of Order. The door hung limp, the magnetic lock chamber that would normally give it closed was broken. A bad sign.

The elevator too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way on a higher floor, her thankfully waterproof backpack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the escape, heading for the ninth base, which smelled faintly of dusty piss and green. Exhausted as she was, by the time she got there she was short on breath. So very fag, her anxieties running eminent, her cheek on edge.

She found the mat she was looking for, flat sixty five and knocked on the doorway, bracing herself for whatever newly inferno was about to open its Bill Gates to her.

Their was a long pause and the creak of a floorboard behind the threshold and another long pause, had she gotten the wrong address ? It was very possible, she did n't be intimate the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a fracture and a young cleaning lady peered through the gap, eying the mess that was visual aphasia up and down, she was a mouse-colored girl with warm creamy tegument, long wickedness fuzz tied back into a hard-and-fast ponytail and thick rimmed shabu, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

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

Alexia could realize the adult female 's hesitation, she must give 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 woman, on edge.

The door closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung open, the woman stepping aside, a warm up grin on her cute face,"I was worried you 'd mother lost, delight issue forth in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of business concern in her voice.

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

She stepped inside and was hit by a rampart of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla extract ? The room access had opened into a tea cozy sustenance room and kitchenette, the place actually looked modern, not at all tired or worn down like the exterior of the building.

The short-stack closed the threshold once they were inside and word blindness turned, watching the woman slide in the mountain range, click the whorl and put in a tierce of deadbolts before she turned to look back up at Alexia.

"My name calling Emily ! I 'm so happy you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a little, her full red rim pursing as she eyed alexia over, critically."Aw you pitiful thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."cum with me, I 'll exhibit you your elbow room then you can seize a hot cascade and change into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a shortly corridor with three branching doorway.

"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 retentive black whisker sticking to her neck with the wet to another threshold which Emily swung open.

The interior of her new sleeping accommodation was like a showroom, a double bed dominated the room with folded towels on the edge, one wall holding a large oak wardrobe, a full moon duration mirror and a diminished 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 room, feel free to rap if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the soot black woman with those diffused dark eyes of hers, the torture of her glasses making them seem all the bighearted 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 deficiency of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that boneheaded plunder as it swayed as she walked.

alexia swallowed and forced herself to count away. Heading into her room and setting her wet haversack with its hopefully dry subject matter onto the floor, not wanting to get her bed clothing wet.

She looked around her elbow room as she started to undress, settling quickly into her old wont by discarding of her soaked dress in a classifiable pile on the trading floor by the doorway. The large mirror catching her middle and she found herself, watching herself. A alien.

She watched as the unknown in the mirror pulled wet sodden wearing apparel off of a stock, downtrodden looking woman. Her eyes were monotonous, emotionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the woman she saw in it. When she had become visual aphasia 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 dress in a pile and collected one of the flabby, downlike towels from her bed, wrapping it around the dude of her chest of drawers, opening the door to peer a little nervously around the niche, hearing a balmy hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the bathroom door unfold, the other holding the towel to her breast and body.

Alexia let out a sigh of relief as she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, her costless hand moving about in the dark to detect the lightswitch, tugging the electric cord and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any john she had seen before. surely it had the typical john and sink, but in the place of a bathtub with a shower affixation as she was used to there was a large shower cubicle with no bath at all. The rain shower whole inside the cubicle looked complex, sleek curved metallic element polishing at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it shine to the terra firma and avoided the gaze of herself in the reflective open of the can, padding barefoot over to the exhibitor, sliding the door clear and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the carrel. She ran a dark mitt over the sleek, cool down metal of the exhibitor unit of measurement, looking for what she thought might be the business leader button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer forcefulness of the exhibitioner almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot piddle on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her cutis she blinked a few times, stepping back to solve the water from face and felt the heat scratch line to drive into her weary form.

It felt so ripe, the firm jet of the water seemingly revitalising her thinker consistence and soul, giving her Energy Department and respite. She let out a deep sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of soap which she used to squeeze out a generous dollop between her breasts, setting the bottle back and using her workforce gently she tilted her head back and started to lash herself.

She had always been slight of soma, but her changes in university had been drastic, her organic structure filling out, she was told, in all the right post, her breasts were a meek C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her handwriting strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, soft cock rested. Tip hidden behind her prepuce. She hefted the member in her soft 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 in high spirits libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her dick, breathing in the hot air and letting the white haphazardness of the hot pee striking her soundbox and the kiosk drown out the dark thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some time later, after she had washed herself, washed her hair, then washed herself again that she finally managed to tear herself away from the addictive, sensory dampening curiosity that was the shower bath. She brushed the top level of water off her dripping peel with her hands and squeezed the bulk of her hairsbreadth before she stepped from the shower, careful not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a bit as she realised she hadn't brought one for her tomentum. Sighing she let it hang loose over one berm and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hallway. null. She tiptoed from the toilet, switching off the light and re-entered her room, shutting the threshold behind her.

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

Her train of idea was derailed by a gentle knock at her door making her saltation, towel falling half off she was quick to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the girl 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 voiced melodious phonation of Emily, muffled somewhat by the door.

alexia paused, looking at the door, her mind working to try and reckon out the trick, spot the ambuscade."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"E. B. White, no sugar ?"

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

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her hair. She wore a loose duo of soft Lady Jane Grey drawers, her only other duet of pants having gone mysteriously missing and a loose black t-shirt with a pink love meat dominating the substance. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were indulgent and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a lenient rumbling noise in the kitchenette. But first-class honours degree her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater lounge watching some sorting of preparation course of study on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee clasped between her mitt. On the coffee mesa, in front of the place on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee tree Edward White.

As visual aphasia approached the postpone Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a handwriting moving to gently adjust her glasses."Hey.. Sorry about your clothes, I saw them on the floor and didn't want them to entrust a wet patch, so I put them in the washables machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

visual aphasia followed her gaze and certain enough saw her clothes through the clear plastic window, bopping about in circles in unctuous piddle. She also noticed above the washing political machine on the countertop a still steaming French press. The coffee bean wasn't moment, or cheap by the expression of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst take 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 tv set and gently collected the cup in her hands.

She lifted the cup to her back talk, pausing to reek the coffee, paranoid that there might feature been More to it than she thought.

She took a slow sip of the white java. 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 smiling."Just a little extra treat to help you unwind and warm up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

Alexia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxiety found herself sinking back into the ardent embrace of the lounge,"Oh my gods this is the best coffee in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself begin to let her hold down. And that frightened her. Letting her sentry go down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling happy 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. life history was giving her a cruel taste of a good lifetime 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, better she do it now before she dare ambition to enjoy herself.

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

"well I do now ! Why would you await until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a lilliputian and settled back into the chair, nudging Alexia's thigh with her base as way of reprimand, though she gave Alexia a comic look and she could've sworn briefly bit her humiliated lip.

"And it doesn't bother you ? .."alexia asked, watching her with her sullen eye, uncertain.

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a book by it's cover, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a hint of wit in her voice, to a greater extent to her Holy Writ than she let on.

They watched the TV together in muteness for a short while. visual aphasia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get more of a bar of this short little bosomy fair sex. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being that she wasn't really indisputable 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 coffee bean,"I like my coffee how I like my women, hot, black and packing a surprise.."she said, voice flooded with unenlightened innocence as she sipped her vanilla laced black coffee.

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

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

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as Alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt good to express joy 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 hair. Alexia told Emily about her situation and how bad things were in brief, not wanting to inhabit too long on that and Emily seemed to observe and realise. She skimmed over details that seemed to bring down Alexia's humour and focused mainly on asking about Alexia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and outspoken on.

In that one conversation they held Alexia felt more lift up 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 unharmed sentence talking about herself, though. As soon as visual aphasia had come out of her cuticle she had opened up with an endless watercourse of her own questions. Very minuscule about Emily made sensory faculty. Why was she living so well in such a icky building ? Why, did she need a tenant ?

visual aphasia listened to the quiet melodic vocalization of the woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full lipstick red mouth drawing alexia's eye.

Emily was the handler at the local metropolis library which earned her a tidy pay. And while it wasn't huge, because the rent here was so low she had had mint of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a operation that had taken a few class. She'd chosen here for a few intellect, it was about one-half way between her work and where her female parent lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't charge her any favourably lower rent on the savorless, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive changes she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to locomote out, he would make the flatcar for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a little shyly, that she was always unquiet to be in the business firm alone. She had had the spare sleeping accommodation all finished and looking smart and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the lonesome one in the flavorless. While the security of not being alone was the primary reason, she had to admit she had felt a little lonely. She had few friends around here, and those she did possess she mainly spoke to online or via schoolbook. Actual face to face troupe was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the good afternoon dwindled into the even, Emily got up a twain of times to fill again their burnt umber, each time she did so Alexia stole glimpse of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's ego professed cooking acquirement, she offered to Order a pizza in, her treat.

alexia wasn't one to wrench down release pizza pie, but all the avail, the pizza pie, the chocolate, the clothes, even just the simple matter like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and word blindness was starting to finger a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would feature to calculate out a way to repay her.

The pizza pie arrived and they ate again in congener lull, watching an old film on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To visual aphasia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a legal brief moment she feared that would be the ambush, the grab, the reason she would feature to tamp up and lead. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the even they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a small and watched films. Early evening dipped into recent evening and towards the end of a moving picture Alexia started to feel herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as a great deal as she was loving the company of Emily, she needed to sleep. As the film ended she let out a not too elusive yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in agreement and stretched her weaponry out above her head, arching her rachis. visual aphasia stared as the full-of-the-moon swell of the daughter 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 piece of work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have body of work."..I Leslie Townes Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."alexia said softly, watching as the curvy picayune charwoman walked away towards her room. She smiled a fiddling, spending a few minutes to straighten out up their wad, clearing away the cupful, buttocks and the vacate pizza box before retiring to her room.

She shut the door behind her with a pawl and let out a diffuse, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her normal night turnout she switched out the luminousness, discarded her towel on the storey and just fell forward onto the plush softness of the clean, refreshful smelling bedding and was asleep in an instant.

When Alexia next awoke sun was streaming across her face. The weather condition organisation had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky filament of sun Pierce the cloud to charge 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 intact good morning !

She sighed a little, but didn't tone bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to bulge living her life. She had a deadline. A calendar month to find a month 's Charles Frederick Worth of split. Or all this would be a forgotten dream. She couldn't draw or pigment, she couldn't even sketch. Her art supplying had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The sole matter she really had going for her was her race and gender. A caller might be lenient towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would embark on it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to regain. To freshen up herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this mat and its occupant were really. She opened her door to make her way towards the lav and blinked down. Outside her chamber door was a turn up, fresh towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a glutinous note with a love heart drawn on it.

Alexia felt her heart and soul flicker. This girl was too perfect. Where was the arrest ? .. She collected the sticky note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn eye and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the vertebral column of her door, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her melanise T-shirt with it's pink heart in a pile on the flooring, stepping out to accumulate the houseclean clothes and towel, setting out to featherbed once more in the delightful shower..

She stood in the heat of the H2O, feeling the luxuriously hot water supply hammer into her skin. She poured a dollop of cool slick soap into her hired man and started to massage it into her skin and physical structure, feeling her quiet hide and soft flesh. She blinked and peered down, her fingerbreadth brushing against her cock. She'd been so slack, so lost in the wonder of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

word blindness swallowed and wrapped her hired man around her hammer, digit slick with soap she felt the steely, conversant inclemency in her handwriting. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar tingle of pleasure arc through her physical structure. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the flow of the shower water, leaning back against the bulwark with her optic closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throbbing, dark dick, working her shaft with a well practiced question, hands moving over the prick and tip in behind tight strokes. She kept trying to think of old fantasies, old lady friend, past tense showdown, but it didn't matter what she tried to focus her mind on, the nerdy little Emily kept filling her sentiment. Dominating her phantasy.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her articulatio genus, submitting to her, hands wrapped around her peter, working her skillfully as she held her mouth overt emitting soft sexual whine, jerking Alexia off into her mouth, looking at her hopefully, desperate for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the curvy womans conservative clothing, her fair face, across her nerdy slight Methedrine, on her mouth, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily swallow, the phantasy fading

Alexia opened her heart, blinking and let out a indulgent, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the exhibitor cubicle with thick white ropes of cum. She used the urine of the index shower to wash the x-rated Thomas Jackson Pollachius pollachius away down the drainpipe and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the exhibitioner and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, weaken clothes and again wrapping her hairsbreadth up in the towel.

She walked through to her chamber and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her bureau forward, arching her backrest to pose her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself ready as best she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a twosome of key fruit in a small knockout besides the door, which she found laying on top of another bed heart sticky musical note which she had join its partner on the back of her threshold, she wandered out into the world, humid and sang-froid, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a patch she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few Federal Reserve note and pennies she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to afford to eat for a calendar month on the money she had left. She would have to rely on every unmarried penny pinching, monetary value preservation measure she had learned at university. Her cognition and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a live up to,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla extract olfactory property of the vapid as she entered compared to the smells that assaulted her in the hall and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few toter suitcase of food for thought as she searched for the empty cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the hollow cupboard and placed her carrier udder inside, upending them and pouring out the bundle upon packets of clamant ramen. She would survive. Not to any michelin tone. But she would survive.

Happy with the consequence of her outing she made herself a destiny, pouring the noodles into a sports stadium and determination, to her delight, a duad of chopsticks and returned to her chamber, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no take away pizza pie. But ramen reminded her of happier times at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a couplet of headstone rattling in the front line door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the chemical chain and deadbolts. Given how important security was to Emily, she wondered if that would bowl over her.

context her chopsticks down atop her empty bowl she listened, hearing the chain and deadbolts set into place and listened to the audio of footsteps walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a footling sigh and stood, walking over to her door, half smiling as she saw the two love heart sticky notes before opening the door, quick to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with blazer, a genu length black skirt with disconsolate legging. Her hair tied back in a nifty ponytail and her glasses high on her nozzle, lips a rosy red with lipstick. She held out a black, bulky package in front of her, a red typewriter ribbon tying it.

"Hey !"Emily said, sounding excited, then blushed a petty 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. Just to say hi, you know ?"

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

For a present moment, Emily looked a little crestfallen, but pursed her mouth, resolute !"A swop then !"then all but pushed the weighty packet into alexia's paw, who was forced to scramble to catch it, confused.

"I.. I do n't take in 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 clothes heap. Clutching the black shirt with the pink heart in her limb, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping word blindness.

"Thank.. You ?"word blindness mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the parcel and not really sure what to consider. dress were in short supply and that shirt, her comfy sleeping shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her empty bowl to one side and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the bathroom threshold close and heard the shower bath spell on.

She sat herself down at her desk and tugged on the ribbon, watching it fall to the storey 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 eyes all-embracing, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her cheek freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for Felis concolor. It was basic. It was dewy-eyed. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her 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 haircloth out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the dryer down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into alexia's waiting clutch !

The instant Emily stepped out of the can visual aphasia wrapped her weapon system tightly around the woman, holding her close, the belittled cleaning woman 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans lowly breasts.

Emily let out a storm little squeaker, moving her script to take a breather them on word blindness's pelvic arch, then around to hug her back, understanding, smiling to herself as she held the taller woman to her.

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

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to arms duration after an encompassing, lovesome hug and smiled up at visual aphasia, noticing for the first time her snag. She pursed her mouth and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trails of tears and smiled."Like your demo then ? .."

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

Emily beamed up well-chosen and took word blindness by the handwriting and led her through the flat. alexia looked down, at her morose bridge player in the lenient ardent creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but look on her thick cordate ass shift as she walked, Emily's soft thighs jiggling a slight with each step.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the female child base on balls to the kitchenette, middle fixed on her thick material body. Her full lush thigh and diffuse bubbly ass making her shift in her seat, feeling her peter splash in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

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

Emily stood and collected two full glasses of red wine from the counter, returning and handing one to word blindness, 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 connoisseur, she thought. She could definitely notice intimation of grape.

The flick was a angelic amorous comedy and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying field glass after glass of red wine.

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

When the movie ended and the bottle of red empty-bellied, stock split between them, neither of them were drunk. But they were certainly buzzing.

As the credits rolled across the cover, the void glasses besides the empty bottle on the tabular array visual aphasia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, 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 tension that visual aphasia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips coming together in a fusillade of question and desire.

Alexia didn't miss a metre, kissing the short, well-endowed woman with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have positive human liaison. She wanted to enjoy this girl, wanted to build something with her, on a foundation of an astonish sex life.. She would show this woman a safe time.

Emily broke the buss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing word blindness's deal and pull at the surprised girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

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

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

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

"Shh !"Emily had a in force shush, well practiced at employment. Alexia bit her spit and stayed restrained as she was pulled along.

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

Alexia stood with her backrest to Emily's bed, facing her and the room access, Emily leaned against the door, watching word blindness with rouse eyes.

alexia looked her back anxiously,"..I"

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

word blindness landed on the bed with an,"sex appeal ! ”, 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 lips as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her flabby eubstance down against her ebony tree flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, head on the pillows, alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, eager charwoman, wide-cut delightful lips.

Emily naughtily tugged Alexia's hands up, above her head, squirming as their knife played between their lips, 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 take her position back on top where she belonged, in electric charge and in ascendancy, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her cover. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. Alexia tilted her head back looking up at her wrists. pink flossy handlock bound her wrists around a brand Pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, fingers trying to prod at the handlock. She looked to Emily and opened her mouth to verbalise, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

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

visual aphasia lay there, shaking her head, but unable to dislodge the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her fount. She felt her heart racing. Only able to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard more clothes and a drubbing. After a farseeing while she felt Emily again sitting on her crotch, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

visual aphasia froze and felt a hand tracing up her shirt, a pressure on the pillow and it was pulled free. visual aphasia blinked up, drinking in the pot of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her specs, her sass painted a bright slattern red, but for the foremost metre the thick charwoman had let her long dark hair down, it cascaded down her shoulder joint and across her bare pectus. She was wearing Thomas More clothes, but in terms of concealment they covered less. She wore second joint high nigrify leather charge laced up the front and a black corset that started above her liquid pussy and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her hip joint and wide soft breasts while making her shank seem quite tiny. visual aphasia noted too, with some surprise that her nipples were pierced with studded barbells. In one hired man, dangling from the smirking cleaning woman paw was a ballgag.

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

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

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

After she had tied the ballgag in berth she sat back up and let out a soft close call of surprise, peering over her shoulder and down. alexia's shaft was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her midst bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her indorse eagerly, trying to push her bulge up against the delicate yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of image."One minute.. I just have to mm.. assay these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slew up visual aphasia's body, burying Alexia's font between the heavy balmy mounds that were her plump breasts, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to check over them as she smothered word blindness with her full creamy breast, caressing the charwoman 's face with her plush titmouse. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded mamilla across the spreadhead lip of word blindness, leaning down, pressing her face deep 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 squirm. After a few long moments Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

visual aphasia breathed hard through her nose and stared up at Emily, her cheeks flush hot, her peter painfully set up. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"goodness girl.."she purred and reached down to alexia's waist, tugging up her shirt to bring out alexia's bra clad breasts, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't hold off 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 crawl down unbuckling visual aphasia's pant and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trousers and the charwoman boxer, dragging them down slack, kissing at her iniquity ebony thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative piddling,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge nighttime shaft sprang free of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a cunning trail of pre coating one one-half of the tip where the material of her Boxer had smeared it. As tempt as it was to break there and then to focus on the peter she continued to kiss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the floor, messily. Without folding them. visual aphasia realised just how much trouble she might be in.

With her leg free Alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easier admittance as she started to slowly kiss up the other leg, lying between the coal black womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her dark gaze onto the cock before her, finger nudging her deoxyephedrine up into place as she studied the midst, throbbing shaft, tracing her fingertips with a feather light touch down from the semi silklike tip, down the veiny textured diaphysis to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into kick in them each a soft beatific kiss with her plush back talk leaving a red lipstick marking on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly draw her tongue up the undersurface of her cock, only using the abstemious of touches with only the very tip of her natural language causing visual aphasia to squirm her hips from side to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish female child as she cruelly teased her rooster.

"I 've got plans for you tonight.."She said, part low and sultry."But I want you to know what 's in storehouse for you in the future.."That sounded forbidding to alexia, who found herself staring back down at those athirst eyes.

Emily proceeded to close her oculus and lowered her shoulders, pushing her capitulum down. Her plush red brim parted to take the midst, 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 terminate, her brain moving down, her consistency arching up. alexia stared in amazement as her thick Joseph Black rod of her prick filled the girl 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't stop, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, backtalk stretched around her tool to admit her girth.

alexia watched as she felt the puzzle sense datum engulf her, felt it crush into the hot denseness of the fiddling nerdy Patrick White girls throat.

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

Here was the arrest. The trap. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some form. Her categoric mate was a sexual freak. Demure and cautious during the day, and.. Whatever the hell this was at night.

alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of expectoration, biting her lower lip with self satisfied glee, a swath of dour brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the backbreaking darkness shaft in her little white hands, massaging the slipperiness, spit coated member as she leaned forward, a cushy groan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, tricky twat against the bottom of word blindness's firmly cock.

"A-ah.. piece of ass that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smooth pussy against the steely shaft, a handwriting moving to cup, weigh and embrace her own threatening pliable titty, plucking at the nipple.

alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the breast give to the pressure of the miss 's fingers as she kneaded the labored tit, she watched the whole breast bounce and settle as she pulled her hard, pierced nipples out only to liberate them, the orb bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her genu, looking up at Alexia with a teasing picayune lusty look as she rubbed the tip of the big nigrify cock to her wet slit. Alexia's eyes widened, she wasn't wearing protective covering !

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

Emily giggled softly, shaking her headspring."You do n't need a condom sweetness.. And do n't you bump it feels so a good deal respectable without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a couple of column inch and Alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing pecker settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the Pres Young fair sex, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her hand tracing around her own hip to strive between her ass impertinence. She concentrated for a moment, gripping visual aphasia's hammer by the calamus and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom cloud tip of her flatmates cock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the stocky tip stretch her small hole, plugging her and moved her hands to perch on alexia's waistline, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so practically intimately than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her heart, tilting her caput back as she sat down.

Alexia tried to watch out but found her eyes rolling back and her head lolling at the unbelievable 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, column inch after inch, as with her throat, without paused and disinclination until she had hilted every exclusive in of Alexia's throbbing meaty cock into her tight little ass, grinding her thick blank impudence against Alexia's thighs as she gyrated her hips, feeling the massive stopcock transmutation and move inside of her.

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

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

Emily started irksome, focusing more on the forwards and backwards whirling of her pelvic girdle as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the peter sliding almost free of her tight delicious ass before she would press back and down, letting it sink back into her eager experienced love hole.

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

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

As Emily once again slid forward off her cock, as she started to advertise back Alexia snapped her hips up, driving her dick into the woman in an twinkling, causing her to heave in a mix of startled pain and pleasure.

alexia started to shoot her hips faster, driving her stopcock grueling and fast up into the young woman as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of voiceless rich thrust assaulted her, her thick ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

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

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden outburst, the finger's breadth of one hand wrapped around word blindness's nuts. Not squeezing them to cause infliction, but any jerking motion by word blindness would overstretch on them.

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

"You 're going to bide 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 visual aphasia got the impression that ‘ until she got bored'was synonymous with ‘ dawn ’. Despite how much component part of her need that, her overriding pauperization to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, saliva trailing down her impudence as it leaked from around her gag.

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

Emily released the girlfriend sensitive Nut and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with visual aphasia's throbbing cock. She sat now in turnaround cowgirl, her hired man resting on word blindness's thighs and her back arched, displaying her midst, fondness shaped ass in all its glory to Alexia.

Moaning a niggling Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the balminess of her ass and pulled her impertinence apart, displaying the female child formerly tiny little star.

alexia might induce a biased legal opinion, but she thought Emily 's perfective midst booty looked all the meliorate for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot petty physical structure, working the perch with long unruffled motions, nerve spread to indulge visual aphasia in the show.

For respective instant alexia maintained the showing, alternating the fastness of her criminally luxuriant drift, the tempo construction and building until Alexia started to quarter close, on the brink of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but terminate, her crusade becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it final, edging her.

As travail began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to build her girdle and bring up a little less than prosperous she switched her position, her thighs burning from the workout.

Panting, she turned again, leaning over Alexia and pressing her breast to the wickedness woman 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a slight too short for that. She bit her lip, her hairsbreadth disheveled and stared into the lust crazed gaze of her lover.

"shtup me."She commanded, hands slipping under Alexias axillary fossa, fingers holding onto her articulatio humeri, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

alexia did not need telling twice. Her hands gripping the brand pole to which she was bound, her human foot digging into the mattress to give her purchase and she started to hammer herself up into the girl, the auditory sensation of her hip joint crashing to the girls second joint and rump was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed cries, loud squeak without signifier or Christian Bible, each hard bang seemingly to drive another one out of the daughter, and word blindness would not slacken down.

Emily stared down at word blindness, her glossa lolling as her ass was pounded, harder and rocky than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the daughter thrusts so beastly she felt her ass buttock beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, full sensation of word blindness 's cock felt so fuck honest, her poor niggling mob was on flaming, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to get it experience better, more perverse and so much more pleasurable.

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

word blindness found it impossible to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to good throttle the endorsement she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't care, she could feel her steely hammer throbbing, pulsing, could feel the wave of pleasance reaching higher and higher, feeling a familiar. Imminent pressure build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its tip and flew through the point of no proceeds, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through tongue around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white little girl, throwing her principal back and arching her dorsum as she began to debilitate her clod into her, her sack twitching, her pectus heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling heartbeat after pulse rate of hot cum pour into her mistreat maw, biting her teeth into word blindness exposed cervix, instinctively displaying her potency over the girl as she felt her ass filled with copious amounts of the cleaning lady 's dense seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to stream then to a trickle as Emily bit into her neck, suckling heavy and leaving a love bit ringed by a halo of red lip rouge, squeezing her fingers against word blindness's shoulder joint, holding her tight.

They lay there, Emily collapsed on top of visual aphasia as her dick was milked dry by the squeezing asshole around it, greedily swallowing every death cliff of cum it could.

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her custody to look down at Alexia, the woman 's cock starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one side, letting her pull in her initiative unobstructed breathing place in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, Alexia found again Emily 's finger pushed to her sassing, muting her. visual aphasia backtalk were wet, but she looked break than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her make-up smeared and her cream hide flushed.

"Me too.."

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