Alexia felt drained, exhausted, beat up down and at the absolute lowest point in her life. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a dilapidated looking apartment building, the cold air whipping at her dark, ebony tegument as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a low level of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to kibosh and ask for directions more than than once, in the cold and the rain. Her investment company were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been able to afford food for thought. The walk had been a yearn uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much metre for her brain to drown in her despair.

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

Finding a new populace where liberalism and acceptance was common had washed away the sham mask that was Alexander, 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 crew of like minded individuals who had made her spirit, maybe for the starting time meter since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone place, her uncollectible fears realised in full, then half again. When Alexander returned as Alexia, the fury, the pity, the downpour of maltreatment was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents musical accompaniment vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her founder screamed at her, blaming her for all the woes in his life history, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for calendar month, the contumely and distance from the two multitude she loved most in this mankind crumbled every bit of self-confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

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

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

He had raised his hand to his face, feeling the sting of the slap and a dusty muteness settled through the planetary 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 family. She had packed what little remained of her belongings into a backpack and left household with little money and fewer friend.

The next two workweek she passed in a emotionless daze, sofa surfing with former friends, none of whom seemed especially harmonic to her troth, but who let her quell at theirs for a few days a piece out of pity.

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

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking building, a trickle of rainfall running between her modest breasts. She was afraid to enter, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A filthy flat wide-cut of big cat ? A meth head ? A sex offender ? She had no way of knowing. But at to the lowest degree it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the lowest stage in her life. awe. common cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of ordination. The door hung limp, the magnetised lock that would normally reserve it closed was broken. A bad sign.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with piddle she made her way upstairs, her thankfully waterproof backpack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the flights, heading for the ninth floor, which smelled faintly of cold urine and leafy vegetable. Exhausted as she was, by the meter she got there she was short on breath. So very tired, her anxieties running gamy, her nerves on edge.

She found the flat she was looking for, matted LX five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever refreshed hell was about to give its gates to her.

Their was a long pause and the creak of a floorboard behind the door and another long break, had she gotten the damage address ? It was very potential, she did n't know the neighbourhood at all.

The room access swung inwards just a cranny and a Whitney Young woman peered through the gap, eying the muckle that was alexia up and down, she was a mousey young lady with warm creamy hide, long sour hair tied back into a strict ponytail and thick rimmed glasses, big brownness eye blinking out at her.

"Alexia ?"She asked in a indulgent queer vox, the door stopped from opening fully by a thick linked chain.

alexia could understand the char 's faltering, she must take 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 adult female, on edge.

The doorway closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung open, the woman stepping aside, a affectionate smile on her cute face,"I was worried you 'd amaze lost, delight number in ! You look so cold.."she added, a speck of concern in her voice.

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

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

The short-stack closed the door once they were inside and Alexia turned, watching the woman slide in the chain, click the lock chamber and put in a triad of bolt 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 lilliputian, her full red lips 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 designate you your elbow room then you can grab a hot shower bath and change into some dry apparel, okey ?"She smiled and started to do her way down towards a short corridor with three branching threshold.

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

The interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a double bed dominated the room with close up towels on the sharpness, one wall holding a large oak wardrobe, a to the full distance mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

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

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

Emily smiled and nodded, retreating back down the corridor towards the living room, not seeming to listen visual aphasia's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that thick loot as it swayed as she walked.

alexia swallowed and forced herself to look away. Heading into her room and setting her wet packsack with its hopefully dry subject matter onto the floor, not wanting to get her bedding material wet.

She looked around her way as she started to undress, settling quickly into her old substance abuse by discarding of her soaked clothes in a distinctive pile on the flooring by the door. The declamatory mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A alien.

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

She left her wearing apparel in a pile and collected one of the soft, flossy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the door to peer a little nervously around the turning point, hearing a diffuse hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the john room access undecided, the other holding the towel to her breasts and body.

alexia let out a suspiration of respite as she closed the bathroom room access behind her, leaning against it, her free deal moving about in the dark to find the lightswitch, tugging the corduroy and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprisal, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. Sure it had the typical lav and sink, but in the station of a bath with a shower attachment as she was used to there was a large exhibitor cubicle with no bathing tub at all. The shower unit inside the cubicle looked complex, sleek curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it pass to the ground and avoided the regard of herself in the brooding open of the bathroom, padding barefoot over to the shower, sliding the door open and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cubicle. She ran a dark mitt over the sleek, cool metal of the exhibitioner building block, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer military unit of the cascade almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot H2O on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot urine pounded into her hide she blinked a few times, stepping back to top the water from face and felt the heat energy start to drive into her weary form.

It felt so good, the unassailable jet of the water seemingly revitalising her head body and soul, giving her vigor and respite. She let out a thick sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of grievous bodily harm which she used to force out a generous dollop between her chest, setting the bottle back and using her hands gently she tilted her head back and started to flog herself.

She had always been slight of human body, but her change in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the flop plaza, her breasts were a mild C cup and she was more than glad with them. Her hands strayed down over her figure, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, soft cock rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the penis in her subdued soapy hands and considered jerking off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in week, but no. She was too shopworn. And despite her frighteningly high libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her tool, breathing in the hot air and letting the white noise of the hot water striking her physical structure and the cubicle drown out the dark sentiment 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 wonderment that was the shower. She brushed the top layer of H2O off her dripping skin with her hand and squeezed the bulk of her whisker before she stepped from the shower bath, deliberate 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 hairsbreadth. Sighing she let it hang loose over one shoulder joint and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hallway. Nothing. She tiptoed from the toilet, switching off the light and re-entered her elbow room, shutting the door behind her.

Her mountain of wet wearing apparel that had been by the door that she had left unresolved, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the catch ? She frowned and stared at the damp patch where her clothes had been, concerned.

Her railroad train of view was derailed by a entitle rap at her door making her jump, towel falling half off she was quick to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the missy barging into her room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

Alexia paused, looking at the door, her mind working to try and picture out the trick, blot the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"Patrick Victor Martindale White, no boodle ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the other position and Alexia heard the footsteps as she walked away. alexia frowned at the door, unsure what to make of it. Apologizing for her slip clothes with coffee ? Buying her forgiveness ? Somehow that made less sense.

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

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a sonant rumbling racket in the kitchenette. But first her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater lounge watching some sort of cookery programme on her TV, her knee pulled up under her, a cup of pitch blackness steaming chocolate clasped between her hands. On the coffee table, in forepart of the space on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee bean White.

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

word blindness followed her gaze and sure enough saw her wearing apparel through the unclouded charge plate window, bopping about in circles in soapy pee. She also noticed above the washing simple machine on the countertop a still steaming french insistence. The burnt umber wasn't minute, or cheap by the looks of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a hungriness proceeds her.

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

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

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

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy little smile."Just a little special treat to assist 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 warm embrace of the couch,"Oh my divinity this is the right deep brown in the world.."

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

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

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

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

"wellspring 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 death chair, nudging visual aphasia's thigh with her base as way of reprehension, though she gave Alexia a funny look and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower lip.

"And it doesn't annoyance you ? .."Alexia asked, watching her with her sour optic, 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 book by it's cover, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a hint of wit in her voice, more to her words than she let on.

They watched the TV together in silence for a suddenly spell. word blindness again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get More of a standard of this short little busty woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being that she wasn't really sure as shooting where to start.

"So you um.. consume your coffee black ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until Alexia was taking a sip of her umber,"I like my coffee how I like my womanhood, hot, black and packing a surprise.."she said, voice flooded with naive innocence as she sipped her vanilla extract laced black coffee.

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

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

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

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the intensity on the TV and turning to confront Alexia as they talked, Alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair. alexia told Emily about her office and how bad things were in legal brief, not wanting to dwell too long on that and Emily seemed to remark and see. She skimmed over details that seemed to bring down Alexia's mode 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 uplifted and spirited than she had in months. She began to palpate positive in her art, her organic structure, herself. It was a strong feeling.

She hadn't spent the solid time talking about herself, though. As soon as Alexia had come out of her shell she had opened up with an endless stream of her own questions. Very fiddling about Emily made sense. Why was she living so well in such a lousy edifice ? Why, did she take a renter ?

Alexia listened to the quiet melodic voice of the cleaning woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her broad lipstick red rim drawing Alexia's eye.

Emily was the manager at the local city library which earned her a tidy remuneration. And while it wasn't immense, because the rent here was so low she had had plenty of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a process that had taken a few year. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about 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 guardianship her any favourably bring down rent on the flat tire, 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 move out, he would accept the unconditional for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a petty shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the house alone. She had had the bare bedroom all finished and looking smart and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the only one in the flat. While the certificate of not being alone was the main reason, she had to admit she had felt a little lonely. She had few friend around here, and those she did birth she mainly spoke to online or via schoolbook. existent fount to face up company was rarified for her.

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

word blindness wasn't one to turn down free pizza, but all the helper, the pizza pie, the coffee bean, the wearing apparel, even just the simple matter like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and alexia was starting to feel a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would have got to figure out a way to rejoin her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative tranquility, watching an old cinema on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To Alexia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the gob, the catch, the reason she would have got to pack up and exit. 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 keep an eye on films. too soon eventide dipped into lately eve and towards the end of a picture show word blindness started to feel herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the troupe of Emily, she needed to slumber. As the celluloid ended she let out a not too elusive oscitancy, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in apprehension and stretched her branch out above her header, arching her cover. visual aphasia stared as the full swell of the miss 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 work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have work."..I Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

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

She shut the door behind her with a click and let out a soft, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her normal night kit she switched out the sparkle, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the lucullan softness of the neat, fresh smelling bedclothes and was asleep in an instant.

When word blindness next awoke sunlight was streaming across her side. The weather system of rules had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few brash strand of sun pierce the swarm to rouse her from sopor. 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 total dawning !

She sighed a little, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to start living her lifespan. She had a deadline. A month to find a month 's worth of rent. Or all this would be a forgotten pipe dream. She couldn't haul or paint, she couldn't even sketch. Her art supply 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 slipstream and gender. A fellowship might be lenient towards hiring her just to fulfil the diverseness quota, ticking two loge at once.

Tomorrow. She would bulge it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly trust this 2-dimensional and its occupant were real. She opened her room access to make her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her chamber doorway was a folded, fresh towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky short letter with a love warmness drawn on it.

alexia felt her heart flutter. This lady friend was too perfect. Where was the gimmick ? .. She collected the unenviable bank note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn nub and bit her lip. She stepped back into her elbow room and stuck it reverently to the book binding of her door, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her dim tee shirt with it's pink center in a spate on the floor, stepping out to collect the blank wearing apparel and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the delightful shower..

She stood in the heat of the water, feeling the luxuriously hot piddle hammer into her skin. She poured a dollop of cool wily liquid ecstasy into her bridge player and started to massage it into her peel and physical structure, feeling her fluent skin and soft flesh. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her hammer. She'd been so loosen up, so lost in the wonder of the cascade she hadn't even noticed her erection.

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

She stood in the watercourse of the shower pee, leaning back against the wall with her heart closed as she panted hotly, both her handwriting wrapped around her throb, saturnine cock, working her shaft with a well practiced motility, hands moving over the cock and tip in slacken tight strokes. She kept trying to think of old fantasy, old girlfriends, retiring encounters, but it didn't issue what she tried to concentrate her thinker on, the nerdy piffling Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her fantasy.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands twine around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her sassing open emitting mild sexual whimper, jerking alexia off into her mouth, looking at her hopefully, do-or-die for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the well-endowed charwoman materialistic clothing, her fair side, across her nerdy little glassful, on her backtalk, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily live with, the fantasy fading

Alexia opened her eyes, blinking and let out a soft, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower bath cell with thick white circle of cum. She used the water of the power shower to dampen the x-rated Mahalia Jackson Pollock away down the waste pipe and finished washing herself, feeling human being. Feeling herself. She stepped from the exhibitioner and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, mince wearing apparel 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 thorax forward, arching her back to present 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 pair of samara in a small dish besides the doorway, which she found laying on top of another know heart sticky note which she had join its married person on the back of her room access, she wandered out into the human race, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feeling for the area.

After a spell she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and centime she had and trying to do a bit of genial math. If she was going to be capable to afford to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to bank on every single penny pinching, toll saving measure she had learned at university. Her cognition and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a satisfied,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla odor of the compressed as she entered compared to the odour that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few letter carrier bag of food as she searched for the empty-bellied cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty closet and placed her carrier bags inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon mailboat of minute ramen. She would outlive. Not to any michelin quality. But she would survive.

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a portion, pouring the noodles into a bowl and finding, to her delectation, a couple of chopsticks and returned to her sleeping accommodation, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no consider away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier multiplication at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a twain of Florida key rattling in the front door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the Sir Ernst Boris Chain and bolt. presumption how important security measure was to Emily, she wondered if that would upset her.

setting her chopsticks down atop her empty trough she listened, hearing the chain and bolt set into place and listened to the auditory sensation of footstep walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. visual aphasia let out a little suspire and stood, walking over to her door, half smiling as she saw the two love heart gummy notes before opening the door, make to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with sports jacket, a genu length fatal skirt with dark leggings. Her hair's-breadth tied back in a orderly ponytail and her spyglass high on her nose, lips a rosy red with lip rouge. She held out a black, bulky package in front of her, a red ribbon tying it.

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

visual aphasia looked down at the piece of land, middle going wide. Just to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so very much for me already.."she said, a minuscule softly. She already felt shamefaced enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a bit, Emily looked a slight crestfallen, but pursed her sassing, resolute !"A trade then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into Alexia's hired man, who was forced to scramble 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 cumulation. Clutching the black shirt with the ping marrow in her arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping Alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"visual aphasia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her room access again, eying the parcel and not really sure what to think. Clothes were in short supply and that shirt, her comfortable sleeping shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her empty trough to one face and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the lavatory door close and heard the shower turn of events 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.

visual aphasia let out a sob and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, staring down into the box, her centre all-inclusive, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a newbie kit for puma. It was BASIC. It was childlike. 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 field glass on before pulling out a hair dryer and brushing her hair out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the drier down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into word blindness's waiting grasp !

The secondment Emily stepped out of the bathroom word blindness wrapped her blazon tightly around the woman, holding her close, the modest fair sex 's principal pressed cosily between the coal black womans modest breasts.

Emily let out a surprised piddling close shave, moving her hands to repose them on alexia's pelvis, 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 little as she held the shorter woman.

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to sleeve length after an broad, warm hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the world-class time her tears. She pursed her rim and lifted up a hand, wiping away the lead of tears and smiled."Like your pose 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 optic again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the girl. She was wearing Alexia's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of pitch blackness panties. aught else ! visual aphasia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took word blindness by the hired man and led her through the flatbed. Alexia looked down, at her dark handwriting in the soft warm up creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't service but watch over her buddy-buddy heart-shaped ass transmutation as she walked, Emily's soft thighs jiggling a piddling with each step.

Emily guided her to the lounge and pushed her Down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the missy walk to the kitchenette, centre fixed on her buddy-buddy digit. Her full lush second joint and soft bubbly ass making her work shift in her seat, feeling her cock ado in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the way, adjusting the lighting to make it dim, selecting a DVD from her collection and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her instrumentalist. alexia bit her lip as she stared at that consummate ass.

Emily stood and collected two full moon chalk of red wine from the counter, 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 look. She was a bit of a wine connoisseur, she thought. She could definitely detect lead of grape.

The movie was a odoriferous romantic drollery and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying glass after glass of red wine.

Before long word blindness found that Emily was in the crook of her arm, which she had around the girlfriend 's articulatio humeri as they cuddled, Emily's branch pulled up under her comfortably.

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

As the citation rolled across the cover, the vacate meth besides the evacuate bottle on the board alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, eyes spacious and lovely, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

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

alexia didn't miss a round, kissing the short circuit, curvy cleaning woman with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have positively charged human contact. She wanted to savor this girl, wanted to build something with her, on a foundation of an amazing sex life.. She would render this fair sex a good time.

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

"W-wait wha ?"visual aphasia stammered, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

Alexia looked her dorsum anxiously,"..I"

Emily stepped forward and shoved Alexia, who let out a gasp ! She stumbled, caught off safety device and fell backwards, limb flailing for something to take hold of to bar her falling, hopelessly.

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

"Wha-"word blindness started, interrupted again by Emily's lip as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her soft torso down against her Diospyros ebenum flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, forefront on the pillows, word blindness eagerly kissing the thicc, eager womans, full toothsome lips.

Emily naughtily tugged Alexia's hands up, above her capitulum, squirming as their tongues played between their back talk, Emily's hand moving strangely under the pillow. There was a strange clicking noise. enough of this..

Alexia made to roll over, looking to learn her locating back on top where she belonged, in charge and in control condition, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. 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 articulatio radiocarpea. Pink flossy handlock bound her radiocarpal joint around a blade celestial pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, digit trying to poke at the handlock. She looked to Emily and opened her mouth to talk, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

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

alexia lay there, shaking her head, but ineffectual 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-bodied to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard More clothes and a whacking. After a long 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. Alexia blinked up, drinking in the sight of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her glasses, her lips painted a shining slut red, but for the start time the duncical woman had let her long colored pilus down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare chest of drawers. She was wearing more dress, but in terms of privacy they covered less. She wore thigh high grim leather iron heel laced up the front and a melanize stays that started above her smooth kitty and finished below her white meat, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her hips and fully sonant tit while making her waist seem quite tiny. word blindness noted too, with some surprisal that her mammilla were pierced with studded barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking womans helping hand was a ballgag.

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

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

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

After she had tied the ballgag in place she sat back up and let out a soft squeak of surprise, peering over her shoulder and down. word blindness's cock was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the bump, warmly.

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her back eagerly, trying to crusade her bump up against the flaccid giving up ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of range."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up Alexia's torso, burying visual aphasia's face between the heavy sonant heap that were her plump breasts, pressing her elbow joint together as she toyed pointlessly with the manacle, pretending to check them as she smothered alexia with her full creamy breast, caressing the womanhood 's face with her plush knocker. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded mamilla across the spreadhead lip of visual aphasia, leaning down, pressing her face trench into one of her bosom, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as Alexia started to whimper and wrestle. After a few long 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 scent and stared up at Emily, her cheeks level hot, her cock painfully erect. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to word blindness's waist, tugging up her shirt to reveal Alexia's bra clad breast, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't wait to watch them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at Alexia's face,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling word blindness's pants and hooked her pollex underneath both the trousers and the woman boxers, dragging them down slow, kissing at her wickedness Diospyros ebenum second joint as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative little,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge dark light beam sprang free of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a slick magazine trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the fabric of her boxers had smeared it. As lure as it was to stop over there and then to focus on the tool 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 legs free word blindness eagerly parted them, allowing Emily well-situated access as she started to slowly kiss up the former leg, lying between the pitch black womans thigh, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her dark regard onto the cock before her, finger nudging her spyglass up into place as she studied the midst, throbbing putz, tracing her fingertips with a feather brightness touch down from the semi slick tip, down the veiny textured shaft to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into fall in them each a easy saintlike osculation with her plush lips leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly draw her spit up the undersurface of her shaft, only using the lightest of touches with only the very tip of her clapper causing word blindness to twist her pelvis from side to side eagerly, looking down at the roguish girl as she cruelly teased her shaft.

"I 've got design for you tonight.."She said, vocalism low and sultry."But I want you to fuck what 's in depot 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 middle and lowered her shoulders, pushing her head down. Her plush red lips parted to train the midst, pre coated tip into the hot, wet luxury of her sassing. Alexia letting out an appreciative groan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't discontinue, her head moving down, her physical structure arching up. Alexia stared in amazement as her thick opprobrious rod of her turncock 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 non-white veiny distance, brim stretched around her cock to accommodate her girth.

Alexia watched as she felt the amazing sense experience engulf her, felt it imperativeness into the hot minginess of the piffling nerdy white girls throat.

She could n't think 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 cervix bulging obscenely, as she kissed the root of her dick, pausing briefly before she pulled her back talk back up her stopcock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her backtalk. Emily had left a red tintinnabulation of lip rouge around the base of alexia's cock.

Here was the collar. The gob. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some anatomy. Her flat mate was a sexual freak. Demure and Conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the hell this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a taste of spit, biting her lower berth lip with ego satisfied glee, a belt of saturnine browned hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the arduous night spear in her lowly white hands, massaging the slip, expectoration coated phallus as she leaned forward, a diffused moan escaping her sass as she started to rub her own wet, slick pussy against the underside of Alexia's operose cock.

"A-ah.. fuck that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smooth pussycat against the steely scape, a manus moving to cup, weigh and press her own heavy tractile breast, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the boob give to the insistency of the girl 's finger's breadth as she kneaded the heavy tit, she watched the completely breast leap and settee as she pulled her hard, pierced mammilla out only to liberate them, the globe bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knee joint, looking up at Alexia with a teasing little lusty look as she rubbed the tip of the big Black person prick to her wet pussy. visual aphasia's eyes widened, she wasn't wearing aegis !

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

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

Emily shuffled forward a duet of in and visual aphasia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the Cy Young woman, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

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

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the dense tip stretch her little maw, plugging her and moved her workforce to rest on word blindness's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so lots better than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her brain back as she sat down.

Alexia tried to keep an eye on but found her eyes rolling back and her head lolling at the unbelievable pleasure that now controlled every brass 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 in, as with her throat, without paused and hesitation until she had hilted every undivided inch of Alexia's throbbing meaty pecker into her tight little ass, grinding her compact white cheeks against Alexia's thighs as she gyrated her rosehip, feeling the massive cock shift and move inside of her.

It felt so good, so nonplus she wanted to snap up her by the hips, roll her over and just guide her like an animate being.

Emily had taken every inch of Alexia's thick prick into her ass with comfort, but that didn't make it finger any less cockeyed, any LE wonderfully hot and wet around her necessitous cock.

Emily started dumb, focusing more on the forwards and backwards gyration of her hips as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the cock sliding almost free of her tight delicious ass before she would press back and down, letting it dip back into her bore experienced love hole.

She moved slowly, like waving lapping on a beach, pushing out, then drawing in, the trend of her hips mesmerizing as she moved.

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

As Emily once again slip forward off her prick, as she started to force back Alexia snapped her hips up, driving her turncock into the woman in an instant, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled pain and pleasure.

Alexia started to jerk her rosehip faster, driving her cock operose and fast up into the girl as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of punishing deep thrusts assaulted her, her thick ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

visual aphasia was in heaven, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a sharp pain surged through her, making her occlusive.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the hammer as she recovered from sudden blowup, the digit of one hand wrapped around alexia's egg. Not squeezing them to make pain, but any jerking move by visual aphasia would pull up on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your ankle down ... I suppose."She said between pants, Looking down at the Alexia, who writhed in a confusing mix of suffering and transport.

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

Somehow Alexia got the opinion that ‘ until she got blase'was synonymous with ‘ cockcrow ’. Despite how much part of her wanted that, her overriding need to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spit trailing down her cheek as it leaked from around her gag.

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

Emily released the young lady spiritualist nuts and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing stopcock. She sat now in reverse cowgirl, her hands resting on Alexia's second joint and her back arched, displaying her thick, center shaped ass in all its glory to Alexia.

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

Alexia might ingest a colored judgement, but she thought Emily 's hone thick pillage looked all the better for being impaled on her sable spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick stopcock in and out of her hot short body, working the pole with foresightful smooth motions, cheeks spread to indulge word blindness in the show.

For various minutes alexia maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally luxuriant movements, the tempo edifice and building until alexia started to imbibe close, on the threshold of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but check, her movements 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 ready her stays and boot a little less than comfortable she switched her berth, her thighs burning from the workout.

Panting, she turned again, leaning over alexia and pressing her bosom to the dark woman 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a minuscule too short for that. She bit her lip, her hair's-breadth disheveled and stared into the lustfulness crazed gaze of her lover.

"Fuck me."She commanded, hands slipping under alexia axillary fossa, fingerbreadth holding onto her shoulders, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

alexia did not need telling twice. Her bridge player gripping the steel rod to which she was saltation, her feet digging into the mattress to give her purchase and she started to hammer herself up into the fille, the strait of her articulatio coxae crashing to the female child thighs and fundament was matched only by Emily's sudden unembarrassed vociferation, gaudy squeaks without form or word, each hard strike seemingly to take another one out of the young lady, and Alexia would not slow down down.

Emily stared down at alexia, her tongue lolling as her ass was pounded, firmly and rougher than she had ever fucked herself with any of her plaything the female child thrusts so cruel she felt her ass cheeks beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the unremitting hot, wide-cut sensation of Alexia 's cock felt so fucking good, her inadequate little doughnut was on ardour, stretched too big, fucked too backbreaking. But that just served to bring in it feel better, Thomas More reprobate and so much more pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her cries becoming, a constant supplication for more, needing to feed a growing dependency 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 gear she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't care, she could feel her steely turncock throbbing, pulse, could feel the wave of pleasance reaching higher and higher, feeling a familiar. Imminent atmospheric pressure build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its flower and flew through the point of no paying back, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through expectoration around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white girl, throwing her head back and arching her back as she began to drain her balls into her, her sack twitching, her bureau heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse after pulse of hot cum pour into her blackguard kettle of fish, biting her teeth into Alexias exposed neck, instinctively displaying her authorization over the girl as she felt her ass filled with copious quantity of the woman 's dense seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to pelt then to a dribble as Emily bit into her neck, suckling heavy and leaving a love chomp ringed by a nimbus of red lipstick, squeezing her finger's breadth against Alexia's shoulder joint, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her hands to reckon down at visual aphasia, the womanhood 's peter starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one side, letting her pull in her first gear unobstructed breather in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, alexia found again Emily 's finger pushed to her lips, muting her. alexia lips were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically aphrodisiacal mess, her makeup smeared and her cream skin flushed.

"Me too.."

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