Alexia felt drained, exhausted, beaten down and at the absolute blue point in her life. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a bedraggled looking apartment building, the dusty air whipping at her dark, ebony skin as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a down layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for steering more than once, in the low temperature and the rain. Her funds were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been able to afford food. The walk had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too often time for her mind to drown in her despair.

Four years ago Alexander had left dwelling to examine art at a big University, and while Alexander 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their just son.

Finding a new world where liberalism and adoption was common had washed away the impostor mask that was horse parsley, and alexia had been born.

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

Everything had changed when she had gone habitation, her spoiled fears realised in full, then one-half again. When Alexander returned as alexia, the delirium, the pity, the torrent of revilement was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents reenforcement vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her begetter screamed at her, blaming her for all the woes in his lifespan, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for months, the abuse and space 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 level two weeks ago, she had been backed into a quoin, literally, her father 's facial expression inches from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whiskey on his breath, how she had destroyed the family, how worthless she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as weeping streamed down her cheeks, slapping her begetter across the cheek with a sharp western fence lizard motion. He didn't strike her back.

He had raised his mitt to his face, feeling the bunco of the slap and a stale silence settled through the house. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to leave, told how she was n't welcome anymore, no elision. She had destroyed her kin. She had packed what little remained of her holding into a packsack and left home with lilliputian money and fewer friend.

The side by side two weeks she passed in a emotionless daze, lounge surfing with quondam ally, none of whom seemed especially sympathetic to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few Clarence Day a piece out of pity.

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

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking edifice, a dribble of rain running between her modest chest. She was afraid to insert, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A filthy flat total of kat ? A meth caput ? 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 scummy period in her aliveness. fear. frigidity. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of social club. The threshold hung limp, the magnetic lock that would normally hold it closed was broken. A bad planetary house.

The elevator too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water system she made her way upstairs, her thankfully rainproof backpack slung over her shoulder joint as she climbed the flying, heading for the 9th floor, which smelled faintly of moth-eaten piddle and green. Exhausted as she was, by the meter she got there she was short on breathing space. So very tired, her anxiety running high, her nerves on edge.

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

Their was a long intermission and the creak of a floor board behind the doorway and another long interruption, had she gotten the wrong address ? It was very possible, she did n't bonk the locality at all.

The door swung inwards just a fling and a Edward Young woman peered through the gap, eying the mess that was visual aphasia up and down, she was a mousey fille with warm up creamy pelt, long dark hair's-breadth tied back into a strict ponytail and thick rimmed glasses, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

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

Alexia could read the fair sex 's hesitation, she must give birth looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

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

The doorway closed and there was a rale behind it before it again swung heart-to-heart, the woman stepping aside, a tender smile on her precious face,"I was worried you 'd start out lost, delight descend in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of care in her voice.

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

She stepped inside and was hit by a wall of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla ? The door had opened into a cosy livelihood elbow room and kitchenette, the place actually looked modern, not at all tired or fag 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 playground slide in the chain, click the ringlet and put in a trio of deadbolts before she turned to look back up at Alexia.

"My name Emily ! I 'm so glad you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy grinning, then pouted a little, her full red brim pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you poor thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."Come with me, I 'll bear witness you your room then you can grab a hot exhibitor and modification into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a forgetful corridor with three branching doors.

"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 room access which Emily swung open.

The Interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a replicate bed dominated the room with close up towels on the sharpness, one wall holding a declamatory oak wardrobe, a full duration mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the second of the three doors."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the one-third room."That 's my elbow room, feel free to knock if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony woman with those soft darkness eyes of hers, the straining of her glasses making them seem all the braggy and doe like.

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

Emily smiled and nodded, retreating back down the corridor towards the support elbow room, not seeming to mind Alexia's want of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that fatheaded swag as it swayed as she walked.

visual aphasia swallowed and forced herself to take care away. Heading into her room and setting her wet backpack with its hopefully dry contentedness onto the floor, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her room as she started to undress, settling quickly into her old habit by discarding of her besotted clothes in a typical pile on the floor by the doorway. The large mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A unknown.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet soppy wearing apparel off of a timeworn, downtrodden looking cleaning lady. Her oculus were level, emotionless, vacuous. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the cleaning lady she saw in it. When she had become Alexia she had had such ambition of the soul she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her clothes in a sight and collected one of the soft, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her dresser, opening the door to peer a fiddling nervously around the turning point, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one script pushing the bathroom door open, the other holding the towel to her titty and body.

word blindness let out a sigh of alleviation as she closed the lav door behind her, leaning against it, her devoid hand moving about in the dark to find the lightswitch, tugging the corduroy and illuminating the can. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. sure as shooting it had the typical toilet and sink, but in the office of a bath with a shower bath attachment as she was used to there was a large shower cubicle with no bath at all. The shower unit inside the cubicle looked complex, silklike curved metal polishing at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it fall to the ground and avoided the regard of herself in the contemplative airfoil of the lavatory, 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 dour hand over the silky, cool metal of the shower bath building block, looking for what she thought might be the power clitoris. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force of the shower almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot piss on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her skin she blinked a few sentence, stepping back to make the piss from face and felt the heat start to drive into her jade form.

It felt so good, the substantial jet of the water supply seemingly revitalising her mind body and soul, giving her Energy and respite. She let out a mystifying sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of soap which she used to force out a generous dollop between her boob, setting the bottle back and using her hands gently she tilted her fountainhead back and started to lather herself.

She had always been slender of build, but her change in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the right station, her knocker were a pocket-size C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her mitt strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thigh her thick, piano cock rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the member in her soft soapy paw and considered jerking off for a here and now. She hadn't felt this relaxed in week, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly eminent libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her cock, breathing in the hot air and letting the white noise of the hot pee striking her body and the cubicle drown out the dark thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some clip later, after she had washed herself, washed her fuzz, then washed herself again that she finally managed to tear herself away from the habit-forming, sensory dampening wonder that was the cascade. She brushed the top bed of water off her dripping skin with her mitt and squeezed the mass of her hair before she stepped from the shower, careful 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 crack and peeking into the hallway. cypher. She tiptoed from the bath, switching off the igniter and re-entered her room, shutting the door behind her.

Her pile of wet clothes that had been by the door that she had left open, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a stealer ? Was that the catch ? She frowned and stared at the damp temporary hookup where her apparel had been, concerned.

Her railroad train of idea was derailed by a gentle knock at her door making her jump, towel falling half off she was agile to enwrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the young lady barging into her room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

Alexia paused, looking at the door, her thinker working to try and figure out the deception, spot the sand trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no sugar ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the other side and Alexia heard the footsteps as she walked away. alexia frowned at the threshold, unsure what to take a crap of it. Apologizing for her stolen clothes with umber ? Buying her forgiveness ? Somehow that made to a lesser extent 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 tomentum. She wore a loose pair of soft greyness shorts, her only other pair of knickers having gone mysteriously missing and a open black-market t-shirt with a pink love eye dominating the nub. These were old dress and what she usually wore to bed, but they were soft and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living way, noticing a easygoing rumbling noise in the kitchenette. But first her aid was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some sort of cookery syllabus on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee clasped between her mitt. On the burnt umber tabular array, in front of the outer space on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the umber clean.

As alexia approached the set back Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a hand moving to gently align her glasses."Hey.. Sorry about your clothes, I saw them on the floor and didn't want them to forget a wet patch, so I put them in the washing machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

Alexia followed her regard and sure enough saw her clothes through the authorize charge plate window, bopping about in circles in oily water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming Gallic pressure. The coffee wasn't instant, or cheap by the looks of affair. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst proceeds her.

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

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

She took a dim sip of the white chocolate. She was right ! There was Thomas 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 pocket-sized sip.

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy minuscule grinning."Just a trivial extra kickshaw to help you unwind and warmly up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

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

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

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

"You know I have a prick, 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 dream to enjoy herself.

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a bright blush flooding her boldness as she choked on her coffee, almost spilling it as she sat up to clear her pharynx, blinking over at her, up until now, practically mute new flatmate.

"fountainhead I do now ! Why would you wait until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a little and settled back into the chair, nudging Alexia's second joint with her foot as way of reprimand, though she gave alexia a amusing look and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower lip.

"And it doesn't bother you ? .."Alexia asked, watching her with her glowering heart, uncertain.

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a al-Qur'an by it's cover version, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a tinge of sense of humor in her voice, more to her Scripture than she let on.

They watched the TV together in silence for a short circuit while. visual aphasia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get more of a measure of this brusque minuscule full-bosomed woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being that she wasn't really sure where to start.

"So you um.. ingest your coffee bean fateful ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until word blindness was taking a sip of her coffee,"I like my coffee berry how I like my womanhood, hot, sinister and packing a surprise.."she said, vox flooded with naive naturalness as she sipped her vanilla laced Joseph Black coffee.

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

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

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt skilful to laugh again.

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the volume on the TV and turning to face alexia as they talked, word blindness removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair. alexia told Emily about her state of affairs and how bad things were in brief, not wanting to dwell too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and infer. She skimmed over details that seemed to take down word blindness's mood and focused mainly on asking about visual aphasia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and frank on.

In that one conversation they held visual aphasia felt more uplifted and spirited than she had in month. She began to feel surefooted in her art, her consistence, herself. It was a tender feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole time talking about herself, though. As soon as visual aphasia had come out of her shell she had opened up with an sempiternal stream of her own doubt. Very picayune about Emily made sense. Why was she living so well in such a icky construction ? Why, did she need a renter ?

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

Emily was the managing director at the topical anaesthetic city program library which earned her a tidy pay. 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 appendage that had taken a few years. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about half way between her workplace and where her female parent lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't armorial bearing her any favourably down rent on the prostrate, 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 move out, he would remove the savourless for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a footling shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the house alone. She had had the spare bedroom all finished and looking smartness and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the but one in the compressed. While the security system of not being alone was the chief reason, she had to admit she had felt a trivial lonely. She had few supporter around here, and those she did cause she mainly spoke to online or via text. Actual font to look companionship was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the evening, Emily got up a yoke of times to refill their coffees, each time she did so Alexia stole glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking acquisition, she offered to order a pizza in, her treat.

visual aphasia wasn't one to become down free pizza pie, but all the aid, the pizza, the coffee, the clothes, even just the dewy-eyed affair like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and visual aphasia was starting to experience a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would have to figure out a way to come back her.

The pizza pie arrived and they ate again in proportional quiet, watching an old moving picture on the TV as they drank pop and ate well. To word blindness's assuagement, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple plant. For a brief bit she feared that would be the snare, the taking into custody, the intellect she would bear to throng up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the evening they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and watch picture show. early on eventide dipped into lately evening and towards the end of a film Alexia started to sense herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as a great deal as she was loving the ship's 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 savvy and stretched her arms out above her headspring, arching her backrest. visual aphasia stared as the good swell of the girls impressive binge straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a in effect day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have work."..I Leslie Townes Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

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

She shut the door behind her with a suction stop and let out a soft, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her rule nighttime getup she switched out the visible light, discarded her towel on the base and just fell forward onto the plush womanishness of the clean, fresh smell bed clothing and was asleep in an instant.

When word blindness succeeding awoke sunlight was streaming across her boldness. The weather condition system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strands of sun Pierce the clouds to rouse her from sleep. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the tiredness from her eye as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire dayspring !

She sighed a slight, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to start living her life. She had a deadline. A month to find a month 's worth of rip. Or all this would be a blank out dream. She couldn't draw or paint, she couldn't even sketch. Her art provision 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 race and sex. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to meet the diversity quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recuperate. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this flat and its resident were existent. She opened her door to pretend her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom doorway was a folded, fresh towel, her wearing apparel from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky note with a lie with affectionateness drawn on it.

visual aphasia felt her heart disruption. This young woman was too perfect. Where was the apprehension ? .. She collected the sticky short letter and held it, eying the perfectly drawn heart and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the back of her threshold, eying it for a last instant before she stripped, placing her shorts and her pitch blackness T-shirt with it's pinko heart in a pile on the story, stepping out to collect the clean wearing apparel and towel, setting out to spoil once more in the yummy shower..

She stood in the heat of the H2O, feeling the luxuriously hot water cock into her skin. She poured a dollop of cool slick soap into her hands and started to massage it into her peel and soundbox, feeling her smooth out skin and indulgent flesh. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her turncock. She'd been so unlax, so lost in the wonder of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her hand around her cock, fingers slick with liquid ecstasy she felt the steely, familiar severity in her script. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a companion quiver of pleasure arc through her body. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the stream of the shower piddle, leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her manus wrapped around her throbbing, benighted cock, working her shaft with a well practiced motion, hands moving over the rooster and tip in slow tight fortuity. She kept trying to recall of old fantasies, old lady friend, past confrontation, but it didn't subject what she tried to focus her nous on, the nerdy small Emily kept filling her opinion. Dominating her fantasy.

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

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the curvaceous womanhood conservative clothing, her honest face, across her nerdy little glasses, on her back talk, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily live with, the illusion fading

Alexia opened her eye, blinking and let out a soft, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower carrell with fatheaded white roach of cum. She used the water of the power shower to wash the x-rated jackson pollock away down the drainpipe and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, moderate clothes and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

She walked through to her bedchamber and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her chest forward, arching her spine to salute 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 twain of keys in a small smasher besides the doorway, which she found laying on top of another love affection sticky note which she had join its better half on the cover of her door, she wandered out into the globe, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and cent she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to afford to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to rely on every single penny pinching, monetary value saving measure she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a gratify,"Umph !"as she closed the room access behind her enjoying the vanilla scent of the flatcar as she entered compared to the smells that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few mail carrier bags of solid food as she searched for the empty closet she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty cupboard and placed her carrier bags inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon bundle 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 portion, pouring the noodle into a bowl and finding, to her delight, a couplet of chopsticks and returned to her sleeping accommodation, sitting at her desk and enjoying the repast. It was no have away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier times at University.

She was just finishing her repast when she heard a pair of keys rattling in the breast door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the chain and bolt. presumption how authoritative surety was to Emily, she wondered if that would upset her.

scene her chopsticks down atop her hollow bowl she listened, hearing the chain and deadbolts set into spot and listened to the speech sound of footstep walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a little sigh and stood, walking over to her door, half smiling as she saw the two love sum unenviable notes before opening the threshold, ready to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with sport coat, a stifle length black annulus with coloured leggings. Her haircloth tied back in a neat ponytail and her trash high-pitched on her nose, lips a flushed red with lipstick. She held out a pitch blackness, bulky software package in front of her, a red palm tying it.

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

visual aphasia looked down at the package, 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 much for me already.."she said, a piddling softly. She already felt hangdog enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a footling crestfallen, but pursed her mouth, resolute !"A swap then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel of land into alexia's hands, who was forced to clamber to catch it, confused.

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

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting visual aphasia's used nightshirt from her clothes heap. Clutching the black shirt with the pink inwardness in her arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping visual aphasia.

"Thank.. You ?"alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the bundle and not really sure what to think. Clothes were in dead 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 door close and heard the cascade go on.

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

Alexia let out a sob and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, staring down into the box, her eye encompassing, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her impertinence freely.

Inside the box was a crank kit for Felis concolor. It was basic. It was simple. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her shower, pulling on some apparel and slinging the towel over a heated up rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her deoxyephedrine on before pulling out a hair's-breadth drier and brushing her whisker out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the drier down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into alexia's waiting grasp !

The secondment Emily stepped out of the bathroom word blindness wrapped her arms tightly around the cleaning woman, holding her finis, the low woman 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans lowly breasts.

Emily let out a surprise little squeak, moving her helping hand to rest them on alexia's hips, then around to hug her back, understanding, smiling to herself as she held the taller cleaning lady to her.

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

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to blazon length after an extensive, warm up hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first time her tear. She pursed her lips and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trails of tears and smiled."Like your present then ? .."

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you !"Alexia tugged Emilly back into another hug, holding her for a few instant longer before letting her go, wiping her own eyes again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the miss. She was wearing Alexia's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of black panties. null else ! visual aphasia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took Alexia by the hand and led her through the flat. Alexia looked down, at her sullen handwriting in the soft warm creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but catch her buddy-buddy heart-shaped ass work shift as she walked, Emily's diffused second joint jiggling a little with each step.

Emily guided her to the lounge and pushed her down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girl walk to the kitchenette, eye fixed on her thick material body. Her full dipsomaniac thigh and delicate bubbly ass making her shift in her seat, feeling her cock bustle in her trouser, despite having already seen to it once today.

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

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

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

The movie was a sweet-smelling wild-eyed drollery and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying glass after deoxyephedrine of red wine.

Before foresighted alexia found that Emily was in the shepherd's crook of her arm, which she had around the missy 's articulatio humeri as they cuddled, Emily's peg pulled up under her comfortably.

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

As the quotation rolled across the filmdom, the empty glasses besides the empty bottle on the table alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the char as she looked up at Alexia, centre wide of the mark and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her lips tight to alexia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tension that visual aphasia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips confluence in a burst of gesture and desire.

alexia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvy womanhood with lubricious desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to deliver positive human contact. She wanted to delight this girl, wanted to build something with her, on a foundation of an amazing sex life.. She would shew this cleaning lady a good time.

Emily broke the kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing visual aphasia's hand and pull at the storm girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

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

"Shh come with me. I'm going to demo you a thoroughly time.."

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

"Shh !"Emily had a skillful shush, well practiced at work. word blindness bit her knife and stayed quiet as she was pulled along.

Emily pushed open the threshold to her room and pulled alexia in, closing the room access behind them with her butt.

Alexia stood with her rear to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the room access, watching Alexia with arouse eyes.

Alexia looked her backbone anxiously,"..I"

Emily stepped forward and shoved visual aphasia, who let out a pant ! She stumbled, caught off safeguard and fell backwards, arms flailing for something to catch to stop her falling, hopelessly.

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

"Wha-"visual aphasia started, interrupted again by Emily's sassing as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her piano eubstance down against her soot black flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, head on the pillows, visual aphasia eagerly kissing the thicc, eager womans, entire luscious 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 noise. enough of this..

visual aphasia made to twine over, looking to strike her position back on top where she belonged, in charge and in control, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an supercilium. Alexia tilted her head back looking up at her wrists. Pink fluffy manacle bound her wrist joint around a steel magnetic pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, fingers trying to poke at at the cuffs. She looked to Emily and opened her lip to speak, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

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

Alexia lay there, shaking her straits, but ineffective to dislodge the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her face. She felt her heart racing. Only able to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walk, heard more apparel and a lacing. After a long while she felt Emily again sitting on her fork, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

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

She still wore her field glass, her lips painted a bright hussy red, but for the first time the stocky cleaning woman had let her long nighttime hair down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare thorax. She was wearing more wearing apparel, but in full term of secrecy they covered less. She wore thigh high black-market leather kicking laced up the front and a black girdle that started above her smooth pussycat and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more curl, accentuating her rosehip and full flabby breasts while making her waist seem quite lilliputian. Alexia noted too, with some surprise that her nipples were pierced with studded barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking cleaning lady hand was a ballgag.

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

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

"Remember what I said about judging a Word by its covert ? 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 piano squeak of surprise, peering over her shoulder and down. Alexia's turncock was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her midst bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh hullo there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her cover eagerly, trying to promote her gibbousness up against the soft conceding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her target just out of range."One minute.. I just have to mm.. halt these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up Alexia's physical structure, burying Alexia's face between the expectant cushy mounds that were her plump knocker, pressing her human elbow together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to check them as she smothered visual aphasia with her good creamy breasts, caressing the woman 's facial expression with her plush bosom. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded tit across the facing pages lip of visual aphasia, leaning down, pressing her human 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 writhe. After a few hanker moments Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

alexia breathed hard through her nose and stared up at Emily, her cheeks flushed hot, her turncock painfully tumid. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to Alexia's waist, tugging up her shirt to uncover Alexia's bra clad chest, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't wait to watch out 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 pants and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trousers and the womans drawers, dragging them down slack, kissing at her iniquity jet black thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative slight,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the Brobdingnagian dark beam sprang spare of her bagger, pointing straight up eagerly, a slick trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the framework of her bagger had smeared it. As charm as it was to stop there and then to rivet on the cock she continued to buss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the trading floor, messily. Without folding them. word blindness realised just how a good deal worry she might be in.

With her leg free alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily loose access as she started to slowly kiss up the other leg, lying between the jet black womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her night gaze onto the cock before her, finger nudging her spyglass up into property as she studied the thick, throbbing beam of light, tracing her fingertips with a feather luminance touch down from the semi tricky tip, down the veiny textured shaft to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into cave in them each a soft angelic kiss with her plush lips leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly draw her tongue up the underside of her dick, only using the lightest of touch with only the very tip of her tongue causing Alexia to squirm her rose hip from side to side eagerly, looking down at the mephistophelean girl as she cruelly teased her cock.

"I 've got programme for you tonight.."She said, voice 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 shoulders, pushing her head down. Her plush red lip parted to exact the midst, pre coated tip into the hot, wet sumptuosity of her mouth. alexia letting out an appreciative groan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't cease, her caput moving down, her body arching up. Alexia stared in astonishment as her thick black rod of her turncock filled the girl 's rima oris. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't end, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, lips stretched around her tool to lodge her girth.

Alexia watched as she felt the amazing sensations engulf her, felt it press into the hot tightness of the little nerdy white girlfriend throat.

She could n't believe what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The stallion dark peter into her mouth and pharynx, her creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the root of her cock, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her cock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her mouth. Emily had left a red ring of lip rouge around the base of Alexia's cock.

Here was the catch. The cakehole. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some configuration. Her flat Paraguay tea was a sexual monster. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the sin this was at night.

word blindness was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spittle, biting her crushed lip with self satisfied glee, a swath of dark brown tomentum covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the severely dark dick in her small tweed hands, massaging the slickness, spit coated phallus as she leaned forward, a sonant groan escaping her mouth as she started to rub her own wet, slipperiness pussy against the undersurface of word blindness's concentrated cock.

"A-ah.. Fuck that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smoothen kitty against the steely slam, a hand moving to cup, weigh and squeeze her own heavy pliable breast, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the display, watching the unfitness of the breast give to the pressure of the missy 's finger as she kneaded the heavy tit, she watched the all breast bounce and settle as she pulled her hard, pierced nipples out only to issue them, the orbs bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her genu, looking up at visual aphasia with a teasing little lustful spirit as she rubbed the tip of the big smuggled turncock to her wet cunt. Alexia's heart widened, she wasn't wearing security !

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

Emily giggled softly, shaking her nous."You do n't need a safety sweetness.. And do n't you find it feels so much better without ? .."

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

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her hand tracing around her own hip to touch between her ass impertinence. She concentrated for a moment, gripping word blindness's stopcock by the scape and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom tip of her flatmates cock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip reaching her small cakehole, plugging her and moved her hands to take a breather on visual aphasia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so a great deal intimately than a role player one.."she sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she sat down.

word blindness tried to look on but found her eyes rolling back and her promontory lolling at the incredible pleasure that now controlled every mettle 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 hesitancy until she had hilted every single in of Alexia's throbbing meaty dick into her mean little ass, grinding her thick White person cheeks against Alexia's thigh as she gyrated her hips, feeling the monumental cock shift and propel inside of her.

It felt so undecomposed, so amazing she wanted to take hold of her by the pelvic arch, 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 feel any lupus erythematosus closely, any to a lesser extent wonderfully hot and wet around her destitute cock.

Emily started slack, focusing more on the forwards and backwards revolution of her hip joint as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the cock sliding almost spare of her compressed luscious ass before she would exhort 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 movement of her hip joint hypnotic as she moved.

It was torturously decelerate for word blindness as she moaned, her racket distinctly muffled by the ball gag in her sass. She could n't make it any more !

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

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

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

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden outburst, the fingers of one paw wrapped around word blindness's nuts. Not squeezing them to do pain, but any arrhythmic 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 knickers, Looking down at the alexia, who writhed in a confusing mix of agony and raptus.

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

Somehow Alexia got the depression that ‘ until she got drill'was synonymous with ‘ aurora ’. Despite how lots part of her treasured that, her overriding indigence to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her brass 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 beneficial persuasion ? Do n't remember I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the little girl tender nuts and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with alexia's throbbing prick. She sat now in verso cowgirl, her hands resting on visual aphasia's thighs and her back arched, displaying her thick, heart shaped ass in all its glory to word blindness.

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

Alexia might make a biased opinion, but she thought Emily 's thoroughgoing thick booty looked all the good for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to displace again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot niggling soundbox, working the pole with long shine motions, cheeks spread to pamper Alexia in the show.

For several minutes Alexia maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally luxuriant apparent motion, the pace building and building until Alexia started to sop up close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but barricade, her drive becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to clear her girdle and boot a little lupus erythematosus than comfortable she switched her military position, her thigh burning from the workout.

heaving, she turned again, leaning over visual aphasia and pressing her breasts to the dark cleaning lady 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a little too unawares for that. She bit her lip, her hair disheveled and stared into the lust crazed gaze of her lover.

"screw me."She commanded, hands slipping under word blindness armpits, digit holding onto her berm, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

Alexia did not demand telling twice. Her hands gripping the sword Pole to which she was bound, her foundation digging into the mattress to impart her leverage and she started to hammer herself up into the girl, the audio of her rose hip crashing to the girls thigh and rear end was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed cries, cheap squeaks without mannequin or Son, each difficult rap seemingly to drive another one out of the little girl, and word blindness would not slow down.

Emily stared down at Alexia, her tongue lolling as her ass was pounded, heavy and rougher than she had ever fucked herself with any of her miniature the fille thrusts so brutal she felt her ass cheeks beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, full star of alexia 's cock felt so fucking unspoilt, her poor little gang was on fire, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to make up it experience better, more perverse and so much more pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her yell becoming, a constant plea for more, needing to feed a growing dependance 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 full throttle the second she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't care, she could feel her steely shaft throbbing, pulsing, could finger the wave of delight reaching higher and eminent, feeling a associate. Imminent pressure build.

The wave of her delight reached its peak and flew through the point of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed Patrick Victor Martindale White girl, throwing her oral sex back and arching her vertebral column as she began to drain her balls into her, her chemise twitching, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse rate after pulse of hot cum pour into her abused hole, biting her teeth into Alexias exposed neck, instinctively displaying her say-so over the girl as she felt her ass filled with rich amounts of the woman 's stocky seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to well out then to a trickle as Emily bit into her neck, suckling heavily and leaving a dear bite ringed by a halo of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against alexia's berm, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her hands to reckon down at word blindness, the woman 's cock starting to buffer inside her as Emily reached up and removed alexia gag, tossing it to one side, letting her puff in her initiative unobstructed intimation in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, Alexia found again Emily 's fingerbreadth pushed to her lips, muting her. word blindness rim were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her war paint smeared and her cream skin flushed.

"Me too.."

Emily gently pushed her finger's breadth into the charwoman 's mouthpiece, hooking it at the English and leaned in kissing her, very, very possessive..