The spaceship Orion hung in orbit, circling the waist of satellite Toettut. Tiny multiple UAV 's swarmed around the Orion to pass it safely to the surface. They kicked up clouds of orange tree gases and dust as they spread a translucent sheet across the moonscape. This close to the moon, a mere eighty thousand kilometres, was a sight to die for.
Toettut had been terraformed three hundred class ago and served as a planetal stamping ground for multiple species. Two thousand class had passed since humans had had the foremost touch with an stranger species. Humans had to finally acknowledge that we were not alone in the Universe.
All species were welcomed here and diplomatic liaisons were opened for commerce and cultural substitution on this far outpost. Intergalactic accord sanctioned the curtain raising Mega-City for a position of safety for all beings to domiciliate in.
Jean transferred ships twice to get to her last terminus on the Galactic distance station on satellite Toettut. Her raw assignment was to supply an escort avail and reproductive vessel for one of the unknown 's species, named the Uord. The thirty-year-old woman was more than willing to be a part of such an experience. She was one of the many multitude who would be interacting with the aliens on a daily basis.
She passed through several certificate checkpoints and wellness review before finally getting her visa stamped.
After riding for fifteen minutes in an Airbus bird, in which her eye was pounding with exhilaration, dungaree finally reached the hostel. A assuredness zephyr blew gently over her, sensing a fresh smell scent through her anterior naris. Despite the extraterrestrial invention of the grammatical construction in front of her, this place was really quite pleasant.
Jean had n't been in touch with foreign species since she lived on ground for well-nigh of her life.
She took out her portable makeup kit and looked at herself in the small mirror. She applied some rouge on her impertinence to disguise the paleness of her skin. She wanted to cave in a good first impression to the Uord.
Then she paused to think.
How do the Uord estimate human being beauty ? Shrugging, she tossed the makeup kit back into her handbag. She muttered a short appeal to herself and then walked into the lobby. A loan-blend being suddenly walked up to her and helped blue jean to carry her handbag : insisted on it.
She noticed that he looked a little different from former human men. His skin was tanned a grim maroon and silky, with muscles of someone who exercises a lot. She also noticed that the social movement of his costume was occasionally stretched by bustling muscles. He, in fact, had a sinewy head. His side was serene and yearn ; his behaviour polite and ready for any doubtfulness that she might have for an explanation.
The animal pressed the doorbell and they waited.
She sucked in a shrill breath when the door hissed opened. An extremely marvellous and bony looking man stood before them in a self-respecting attitude. He wore a pair of smutty goggles around two saucer-sized eyes. His clothes were old fashioned looking as if it belonged to a unlike age of Earth 's antediluvian past.
'' Hmm, you must be denim Rene, '' he said with his hired hand stretched out. `` You are latterly. ``
'' Yes, '' she blinked and offered her bridge player clumsily.
The fauna looked at her manus thoughtfully as if trying to commend something. Then suddenly, he yanked her forwards making her capitulation onto the floor. Jean 's pocketbook back slid off her shoulder, plummeting to the level beside her.
'' What was that about, '' asked denim stunned and rubbing her sore arm. `` You nearly yanked my arm out of its socket. ``
'' Terribly sorry, '' he said. `` I am still not familiarized with your man greeting impost. Was not that the customary greeting on earth ? ``
'' Not really, '' she groaned and got to her feet. `` But, it 's okay. ``
'' You must be tired, '' he grinned so widely that he almost looked like a skull. `` Come on in. I 'll excuse how things will put to work. My name is Brick ... my human name anyway. My real public figure would be too difficult for your vocal corduroy to pronounce. ``
'' You 're not human, '' she asked sarcastically as she glanced at the tail wrapped around her waistline. `` I would never get guessed. ``
'' Not at all, '' he grinned widely unaware of her irony. `` But I have copulated with so many humans that I almost experience as though I were one of you. ``
As she walked inside she saw that one of his enceinte bony hands took her luggage, the early grabbed her fallen handbag and a fanny wrapped around her waistline. He moved forwards and tugged blue jean and her baggage in with him. Jean was so stunned by the sight she did n't resist. He massaged her prickle with the tip of his tail with long, swing strokes.
'' Would you care some refreshment ? '' There was a decided British accent in his tone.
'' Umm ... '' she hesitated for a few seconds remembering the earlier incident and decided to play it good and shook her mind absentmindedly.
Refreshments were not what she wanted at the consequence. Knowing her lot this guy would probably bring her raw marrow or something that would eat her up instead.
Brick led to a Brobdingnagian way with a huge sectional sofa in the inwardness in the human body of a'C'. In the middle of the sectional sofa was a raised dais with a bizarre looking sculpture which seemed to constantly convert form.
'' Sit down and delight waiting. '' He gestured at the empty wide couch. Jean unquestioningly did so. `` I 'm going to call in the coach. ``
He then went into another room. dungaree took the social function to observe her surroundings. It was n't what she had been expecting, but then again she had no idea what to expect.
The bulwark were decorated with priceless house painting of homo and alien artists that had been protected by an invisible force field which occasionally flickered due, probably to a malfunction or a bug in the system.
There was one thing that did deliver an 'alien'appearance and it was a sculpture at the Centre of the dais. It looked like it was made out of metal, then it changed to calculate like it was made of woodwind instrument and then it would shift yet again to look like it was made of stone.
A mumble of articulation filtered toward her. Jean made out the tones of a woman, speaking hastily and with some acidity, and then the lower tones of a man talking convincingly.
Very clearly, she heard the woman 's voice say : `` She 's two days late, I 'm just wondering if she 's going to handle it. These dry land miss do n't recognise what they are getting themselves into. ``
More peaceful, but still clearly, Brick replied : `` I do possess a medical checkup degree in human medicine. I can yield her the full intervention myself. ``
'' That 's not the problem. The problem is that Earth girls are too prudish for this job. ``
'' She seems very fair, Matron Mary. ``
'' We should consume contracted one of the young lady from the settlement ... at least those tramps do n't care who they 're fucking. ``
'' True. '' He agreed. `` However, dry land young lady are in such high demand and we have a genuine article right here. It makes her extremely valuable. ``
'' And that is the only intellect I am not tossing her onto the street. Her pussy is very valuable ! ``
The door hissed open and a woman walked in. She was homo and had an nervous dark look around her optic, a melt off face, a wide nose, and benighted curly Shirley Temple hair's-breadth arranged in dishevel fashion. The black dress she wore was pushed her plenteous titty upwards. She had wide plump rose hip but in a sexy way. blue jean estimated that her age as somewhere in her mid-forties although it was difficult to tell these days with cosmetic operating theater being so advanced.
'' Well, well, it 's Miss Rene, '' she murmured coolly. `` I am Matron Madonna, the coach of this establishment and you 're latterly. ``
'' An honour to satisfy you Matron Mary '' blue jean greeted politely, saying : `` I 'm no-account for my lateness. I was delayed when changing ships, but I can jump into work immediately. I 'm fain and I am not in the least puritanical. ``
She looked her over suspiciously, but apparently more calmed, she said : `` Well, that 's really up to me to decide, especially since I call the guesswork here ... not you. ``
'' Sorry, I did n't mean to ... '' she stammered. Her tummy was twisted in knots by the low temperature of her voice.
'' You 're no tenacious on Earth trivial girl. Toettut is a whole new ball biz, '' she leaned forward until her oral fissure was by Jean 's ear. `` The existence here will try to have it off your psyche out just because you sneeze at them. It 's their polish and most homo do n't interpret that. The the great unwashed here expect you to be as light and depraved as a Roman orgy running on unending Viagra. ``
'' I 've got no problem with alien cultures '' jean replied. `` I know that I was late but I spent my full sprightliness studying xenocultures and customs. I need this job and I am willing to do whatever it takes. ``
'' Really, '' she smirked. `` There are usually three rationality that Earth girls choose to arrive here. One is for the money. Two is because they are running from the law. And three is because they have some sort of family trouble back place. Take me for instance ... I 'm eighth generation Toettut. My snatch has had its grand part of alien dick stuffed up it. I would n't know how to do on worldly concern even though I 've studied it. Do you get my point ? ``
'' I believe I do, '' Jean nodded.
'' Do you really ? I 've seen humans who have gone insane because they could n't plow it. '' She leaned away and stared coldly at her. `` I do n't need to tell you that you will be copulating with species so bizarre and grievous that some sessions will concluding weeks and sometimes months. You will even have to expect to term some gestation and you ca n't resist. ``
Jean sucked in a hint and leaned backwards. She was well mindful of the sexual sleeping around of the foreigner she had heard so a good deal about on terra firma. But Jean was up to her capitulum in debts and she had a son who needed medical treatment which was so expensive.
'' It 's a shock for newcomers. '' She laced her fingers together with a smug smell. `` If you have any reservations then maybe you should leave on the first shuttle, Miss Rene. Find yourself a job hooking yourself to miners on some asteroid. At least they 're man. ``
Jean was aware that there was the hazard of her not succeeding—but she was despairing ; her son needed the aesculapian treatment and one way or another she was determined to provide him with it.
'' I know what I am getting myself into and I am leave to do whatever it takes. '' She said a footling louder than she meant to.
'' Hmm, I believe in actions rather than intelligence. ``
'' Me too, '' replied Jean. `` Put me to the test and then decide if I am worthy. ``
Matron Blessed Virgin now eyed her with new involvement. She knew money−hungry people when she saw one, voraciously money−hungry ace, are a coinage all to themselves. There were those who wanted this job just because they were horny fuckers, but she could n't figure out this girl.
There was a fugitive silence as if the onetime woman was studying her.
'' Very well then, '' Matron Mary said with a grin. `` You 'll call for to get your shots. ``
'' crack ? '' Jean blinked. `` But I had all my inoculation before I arrived. ``
'' Not like this, '' replied Brick as he went to a concealed secret door and returned with a bag and prepared a syringe. `` It will assist to stop you from bruising among early things. '' He paused for her to give him her permission. `` Trust me, you 'll need it. If you refuse we 'll bear to charge you away. ``
'' Okay, '' she offered him her arm. `` Just as long as I do n't grow any shell or horns. ``
'' endure chance fille Rene, '' Matron Virgin Mary warned. `` You wo n't be capable to turn back. ``
dungaree merely nodded and the syringe was injected into her arm. Suddenly her wooden leg began to tremble. Brick then opened her oral fissure wide of the mark and placed another syringe, with no needle on it, into her mouth and sprayed its subject in the throat. Jean felt her throat numb almost immediately.
'' What is that stuff, '' she wiped her mouth with the binding of her paw. `` It tastes vile ! ``
'' Good ! That means that your soundbox has accepted the parasites, '' said Brick. `` If it were sweet you would be having the crap for hours until it took hold. ``
'' Shits ! sponger ! ? '' jean 's voice began to rasp. `` Are you trying to envenom me ? ! ``
'' They will not harm you, '' Brick assured. `` I would never endanger your health. They are there to maintain you to give you that extra encouragement to your immune system. It 'll take its core very soon. You wo n't be able-bodied to verbalize until it is fully acclimatized into your being in about ten to twelve minute. ``
In what seemed same time slowing down, she felt a bit giddy and flushed. She attempted to speak but found that nothing came out. She vaguely heard Matron Mary telling her it was all right, that Brick knew what he was doing, but all she saw was an alien injecting her with more drugs.
The alien stood before her, a little metallic appliance in his hand that looked a lot like a gun. He pointed it towards her and she tried to back up away. When she pressed against Matron Mary 's big body, her manus came down on blue jean 's shoulders and gently squeezed.
'' Do n't fool me delight ! '' dungaree yelled. `` I have a son ! ``
'' It 's all right, Jean. He 's just going to implant a diminished device under your epidermis. '' Matron Madonna tried to cool off her.
Before jean could object any foster, Brick gently inserted the tip of the appliance into her al-Qa'ida of her skull. She felt a belittled dickhead and rolled her eyes back against the resulting tickle.
'' Can you hear me ? '' Brick asked.
She nodded and touched one hand to the backrest of her head. She looked up at Matron Blessed Virgin. `` Yes. ``
'' Smashing, '' he said and then he turned to Matron Mary. `` She is ready, ma'am. ``
jean 's nipples hardened and her breathing quickened.
'' Take off your dress so I can all stimulate a practiced flavour at you. '' Matron Mary suddenly said.
If Jean had been shocked or embarrassed she did n't show it in the least. Slowly she undid the buttons of her whiten shirt. She pulled her arms through the farseeing sleeves and removed her dress. She tossed them onto the sofa next to where the woman was seated. Underneath she wore a pearly coloured slip. The girlfriend pulled the thin strap over her articulatio humeri and wriggled delicately as it fell to the level. She was wearing a pair of egg white panties. Her breasts were quite copious and her waist was lose weight which pronounced their size, they jetted firmly outward as she stooped to call back her under-slip.
'' Her knocker are magnificent, '' the voluptuous womanhood conceded as she admired dungaree 's jutting breasts.
'' Indeed dame, '' Brick nodded. `` She 's a fine specimen of your species. ``
'' Okay, girl, now I want you to conduct off your panties and stand straight. ``
dungaree hesitated this time, but only briefly. This was it, her mind rationalized. She was doing this for her son so he could get the medical service he needed. And with that thought, she hooked her fingers into her gabardine pantie and pushed them down to her ankle. Then she stood up and faced the sometime woman so that she could see that she really would do anything she wanted and lot more than. She stood for a mo in front of the Matron, her marvellously proportioned body radiant with health.
Jean 's nipple stood out in sharp relief against the lineation of her firm breasts. The pink nimbus were large and plump highlighting the stiff physical body of the nipple. Her waist was contract and had an attractive curvature to the slender legs below.
'' Excellent, '' Matron Madonna leaned forward and cupped her hand between the girl 's legs.
Her fingers were smoothly caressing the spectacular hummock of her swimmingly shaved pubic bone. Without notice, she slipped a finger between the fleshy mounds at either position of jean 's vagina.
'' Why girl you are quite moist. Why do n't you come and sit on my knee. '' Matron Mary moved forward gracefully, her script still cupping dungaree 's pubis as she sat down on her human knee. `` Now lean back on the lounge and open up those stage I want to examine your sensitivity. ``
Jean smiled, as she leaned back onto the couch and sway her legs up onto the other incline. Matron Mary gently parted the young woman 's thighs and at the same fourth dimension parted the seasoned plica of the labia and pushed her finger firmly up into the girl. The answer was almost immediate as she slowly rotated her finger up inside her wet orifice. She pushed a sec finger up into the moist shape quickly opened her two fingers. With her other hand, she drew back the prepuce exposing the heavily nub of the clitoris with calorie-free strokes of her finger's breadth she watched the clitoris fashion plate. Jean had never been so expertly touched like that before. She could not help herself as her articulatio coxae began to undulate in circular motion between the busy fingers of the other woman.
'' Uh-uh-uh ! '' Matron Madonna clicked her clapper. `` You must try and manipulate yourself or else you 'll wear yourself out too soon. I can see you are already losing control. ``
'' Perhaps I should quiz her astuteness and endurance, '' Brick suggested.
'' An fantabulous idea ! '' The Matron had turned her around to look Brick.
Jean had felt alien 's foresighted bony fingerbreadth stroke over her shoulder. `` You have an first-class physique, do you practice ? '' He asked Jean as he turned her around to confront him and he smiled as he stood in front of her. `` Now I want you to unwind and let yourself go. ``
Jean obeyed as the foreigner looked over her bare trunk and only managed to gum something incoherent. She felt the extraterrestrial place his hands around her waist and find all the way down. The alien 's gentle fingers cupped her pubis spread up the lips of her vagina.
Suddenly Brick 's tush began to widen as he got excited as well. The firm alien pushed jean 's legs wide open as the alien stood between her outstretched stage. He reached down and circled the end of his turncock with his ovolo and index, lifting it to her gaze.
'' Please try to hold tight, missy Rene, '' he instructed politely, as he brushed the stiff head of his cock over her labia. `` This may be a very intense experience for such a fragile species as yours. ``
With a single unstinted thrust, he was mysterious inside of her vagina. The sense datum was so powerful she was convinced he was going to split her in one-half and bollocks the top of her head off. Jean breathed hard through her nose, fighting for control.
'' Not yet. Please hold. '' He clamped his hands on her thighs to keep back her still and to retain her from squirming beneath him.
With myriad attention, he worked the slippery gunpoint of his prick around her vagina, while his tail vibrated with barely leashed impatience.
'' Fuck ! '' Jean bucked and the walls of her slit clamped down like a clenched fist on his invading flesh.
'' You honour me with your commendation. '' He pushed in and out slowly. `` I am requested by many human women to- ''
'' Stop gloating, '' Matron Mary slapped Brick on the back of his head. `` Get on with your study. ``
'' Yes ma'am, '' he nodded.
The alien thrust into her with tenacity, knowing that she would obey no matter what. To him, humans were a wonderful species to copulate with because they were so easily aroused. denim, like all humans, could be trained to obey and submit as sex slaves. The extraterrestrial pumped denim 's cunt at a inhuman pace and after a short time, Jean reached her first orgasm.
'' Ahhh ! '' The Danton True Young char 's pussy twitched around the penis, trying to sop up it profoundly inside as the alien 's bendable limb squirmed and rubbed against her hypersensitive inside walls.
He released his grip on the womanhood and Jean just stayed there spread eagle, hoping this fuck session would never stop.
'' Do n't stop ! '' She begged.
The turgid phallus stroked her hard and fast, rocking dungaree 's stallion soundbox back and Forth River without rest. She was astonished to realise that a back sexual climax was already building up within her lumbus. Abruptly the alien discharged a load of cum into her body, Jean exploded in another mind-bending orgasm much firm than the start one and her consistence convulsed violently and she loved it.
Another two climax followed ...
An 60 minutes later, blue jean was exhausted but still, she wanted more ... a lot more !
'' catch being blue-blooded with her, '' commanded Matron Blessed Virgin. `` ride her harder ! ``
'' As you wish, ma'am, '' Brick nodded quickly.
The unknown knew that she had to be kept in a body politic of complete stimulation until order otherwise and he intended to do so. The outlander kept his cock at her kitty and aligned the tip of his buns at the entrance of her ass. It was metre for the very exam to begin ...
'' Do n't stop. It feels too good ... '' denim croaked.
Both member penetrated her pussy and ass at the same metre, pushing everything aside as they pierced forward. The two-fold penetration took jean by surprise and she bulged her eyes wide open. This alien was giving her the upright ass of her life story. She was going to come again and it was going to be massive ...
'' Oh God, '' she cried as she pumped her hips.
Her head fell back against Brick 's berm, her bitch so wet and slick he kept her in a constant sexual stimulation. He reached down and slid his thumb back and forth on her clitoris, quick, severely. Her hips rocked faster and faster against the insistence of his cock and rump. He flicked her clit once more and she wailed like a banshee, her pussy clamping down on his extremities. She shuddered and he held her as she came down from her release.
denim 's centre flickered open and met his gaze. She felt a sudden mother wit of emptiness inside her when he finally withdrew his tail and cock from her. Brick withdrew his handwriting from her clitoris and brought it to his sassing. He sucked her cream from his fingers rather loudly.
'' Quite tasty, '' he murmured and went down and began to greedily lick her.
'' That will do you greedy pig ! '' Matron Madonna slapped him on the cover of the head. `` That juice is worth good money and she is giving it another client ! ``
'' But of course, gentlewoman, '' Brick drew back regretfully and straightened the tie around his collar.
dungaree leaned against the lounge, her heart racing, her pussy throbbing—vacant.
'' What sentence is it, Brick ? '' The Matron suddenly snapped. The words came out harshly through her throat.
Brick pulled out a ridiculously prominent air pocket watch and glanced at it briefly then turned back to her. `` It 's three round past ten, gentlewoman. ``
'' Put her in the special room down below, '' Matron Mary grinned wickedly.
'' Ma'am ? ! '' Brick gasped at the sudden request. `` for certain it would be better until she gained more experience before— ''
'' Do as you are told, '' Matron Virgin Mary walked away.
'' Yes ma'am, '' he bowed down slightly and turned to Jean with that huge grin of his. `` young woman Rene, if you can still take the air would you be so sort as to keep an eye on me. ''