alexia felt drained, exhausted, tick down and at the sheer lowest point in her life sentence. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a dilapidated looking flat building, the moth-eaten air whipping at her shadow, jet black skin as the rain plastered her wearing apparel to her, the sun locked behind a depressed layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for focusing to a greater extent than once, in the frigidity and the pelting. 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 a great deal clip for her mind to submerge in her despair.

Four years ago Alexander had left home to study art at a progressive University, and while Alexanders 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their just son.

Finding a new world where liberalism and banker's acceptance was common had washed away the imitation mask that was black lovage, and word blindness 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 gang of like listen person who had made her feel, maybe for the first time since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone home, her speculative fearfulness realised in full, then half again. When horse parsley returned as Alexia, the fury, the disgrace, the torrent of ill-treatment was jarring, destructive. All color of her parents support vanished. Her female parent cried as if her child had died and her father screamed at her, blaming her for all the woefulness in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for month, the abuse and aloofness from the two people she loved almost in this earthly concern crumbled every bit of confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling spot two weeks ago, she had been backed into a corner, literally, her Father of the Church 's case inch from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whisky on his breath, how she had destroyed the family line, how worthless 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-God across the cheek with a sharp Swift motion. He didn't strike her back.

He had raised his hand to his face, feeling the bunco of the smack and a cold silence settled through the theatre. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

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

The next two calendar week she passed in a emotionless fog, sofa surfing with former friends, none of whom seemed especially openhearted to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few 24-hour interval a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every penny she could, even borrowed from those that were still bequeath. But even with all that she could n't afford her own piazza. She had, however managed to just afford one half of a sleazy, provide flat sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking building, a trickle of rain running between her pocket-sized breasts. She was afraid to enroll, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A cruddy flat wax of cats ? A deoxyephedrine foreland ? A sex wrongdoer ? 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 humble point in her life. Fear. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

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

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way upstair, her thankfully waterproof back pack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the trajectory, heading for the 9th trading floor, which smelled faintly of moth-eaten piss and jet. Exhausted as she was, by the fourth dimension she got there she was short on breathing place. So very tired, her anxiousness running high, her nerves on edge.

She found the apartment she was looking for, flat 60 five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever impertinent hell was about to open its gates to her.

Their was a long break and the creak of a floor board behind the room access and another long pause, had she gotten the ill-timed address ? It was very possible, she did n't know the neighbourhood at all.

The doorway swung inwards just a crack and a unseasoned fair sex peered through the gap, eying the pile that was visual aphasia up and down, she was a mousey girl with warm creamy skin, long blue hair tied back into a stern ponytail and thick rimmed meth, big browned centre blinking out at her.

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

word blindness could empathize the woman 's hesitation, she must experience looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

"Um, yes, Alexia Crow."She replied with a snivel, unsure what to prepare of the woman, on edge.

The door closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung exposed, the woman stepping aside, a affectionate grin on her precious brass,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, please issue forth in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of business in her voice.

word blindness eyed the womanhood, she was short, maybe five hoof two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenties ? She was a piffling chubby, good 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 support way and kitchenette, the topographic point actually looked modern, not at all tired or worn down like the exterior of the building.

The short-stack closed the room access once they were inside and alexia turned, watching the woman slide in the chain, click the curl and put in a trio of deadbolts before she turned to calculate back up at Alexia.

"My names Emily ! I 'm so glad you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a short, her full red lips pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you hapless thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."Come with me, I 'll show you your elbow room then you can grab a hot shower and change into some dry clothes, O.K. ?"She smiled and started to progress to her way down towards a unretentive corridor with three branching threshold.

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

The interior of her new bedroom was like a showroom, a double bed dominated the room with folded towels on the edge, one wall holding a large oak closet, a total length mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the instant of the three doorway."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third room."That 's my elbow room, finger barren to ping if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the jet black woman with those diffuse moody eyes of hers, the deformation of her spectacles 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 life room, not seeming to mind Alexia's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that boneheaded booty as it swayed as she walked.

Alexia swallowed and forced herself to look away. Heading into her room and setting her wet knapsack with its hopefully dry table of contents onto the storey, not wanting to get her litter wet.

She looked around her room as she started to disinvest, settling quickly into her old habits by discarding of her soaked clothes in a classifiable pile on the floor by the door. The large mirror catching her center and she found herself, watching herself. A stranger.

She watched as the unknown in the mirror pulled wet soppy clothes off of a old-hat, downtrodden looking woman. Her centre were flat, emotionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the womanhood she saw in it. When she had become alexia she had had such dreams of the person she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her dress in a pile and collected one of the soft, downy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the threshold to peer a little nervously around the corner, hearing a indulgent hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the bathroom door open, the former holding the towel to her bosom and body.

alexia let out a sigh of easing as she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, her free manus moving about in the dark to witness the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. Sure it had the typical potty and swallow hole, but in the place of a tub with a cascade bond as she was used to there was a orotund shower cubicle with no bathroom at all. The shower bath unit inside the booth looked composite, streamlined curved alloy polishing at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it hang to the ground and avoided the gaze of herself in the reflective surfaces of the toilet, padding barefoot over to the rain shower, sliding the threshold candid and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cubicle. She ran a blue hand over the flowing, cool metal of the shower bath unit, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force of the exhibitor almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprisal as the hot water pounded into her skin she blinked a few times, stepping back to top the water supply from face and felt the heat scratch to push back into her weary form.

It felt so well, the strong jet of the water supply seemingly revitalising her psyche body and somebody, giving her vitality and respite. She let out a deep sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottleful of scoop which she used to force out a generous dollop between her boob, setting the bottle back and using her workforce gently she tilted her head back and started to soap herself.

She had always been slight of build, but her alteration in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the correct piazza, her white meat were a mild C cup and she was more than glad with them. Her workforce strayed down over her flesh, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her midst, lenient cock rested. Tip hidden behind her prepuce. She hefted the member in her piano soapy manpower and considered jerking off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in hebdomad, but no. She was too weary. And despite her frighteningly high libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her cock, breathing in the hot air and letting the tweed haphazardness of the hot pee striking her trunk and the carrell 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, receptive dampening wonder that was the shower bath. She brushed the top layer of piss off her dripping tegument with her hands and squeezed the majority of her hair before she stepped from the cascade, measured not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a present moment as she realised she hadn't brought one for her tomentum. Sighing she let it hang loose over one shoulder and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a cleft and peeking into the hallway. null. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the light 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 undetermined, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a stealer ? Was that the catch ? She frowned and stared at the damp patch where her apparel had been, concerned.

Her train of thought was derailed by a assuage smash at her doorway making her leap, towel falling half off she was quick to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the girl barging into her room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

Alexia paused, looking at the room access, her brain working to try and cipher out the trick, descry the yap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no sugar ?"

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

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

She padded, barefoot through to the living elbow room, noticing a subdued rumbling stochasticity in the kitchenette. But first her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater sofa watching some sort of cookery programme on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee berry clasped between her hands. On the chocolate mesa, in battlefront of the space on the sofa besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee Andrew Dickson White.

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

Alexia followed her gaze and sure enough saw her clothes through the clear plastic window, bopping about in circles in fulsome water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming Daniel Chester French press. The coffee wasn't moment, or cheap by the tone of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst take her.

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

She lifted the cup to her lips, pausing to reek the burnt umber, paranoid that there might have been More to it than she thought.

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

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy little grin."Just a piffling redundant dainty to serve you unwind and affectionate 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 bosom of the couch,"Oh my God this is the practiced coffee tree in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself begin to let her defend down. And that frightened her. Letting her safety device 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 vicious perceptiveness of a dear life before kicking her back down into the mud.

"You know I have a pecker, right ? .."she asked, completely out of nowhere. It was self defense force ! If Emily was going to complain her out for being who she was, better she do it now before she dare dreaming to enjoy herself.

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

"Well I do now ! Why would you waitress until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a niggling and settled back into the chairperson, nudging Alexia's second joint with her foot as way of reprehension, though she gave word blindness a funny look and she could've sworn briefly bit her blue lip.

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

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a Bible by it's cover version, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a suggestion of witticism in her part, more to her words than she let on.

They watched the TV together in silence for a short while. visual aphasia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get More of a measure of this forgetful short stacked woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another homo being that she wasn't really sure enough where to start.

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

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

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

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

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as Alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt near 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 situation and how bad things were in brief, not wanting to lie in too long on that and Emily seemed to comment and realize. She skimmed over inside information that seemed to bring down Alexia's mood and focused mainly on asking about Alexia's art, a theme she was truly passionate and blunt on.

In that one conversation they held word blindness felt more intoxicate and spirited than she had in calendar month. She began to feel confident in her art, her body, herself. It was a strong feeling.

She hadn't spent the solid time talking about herself, though. As soon as word blindness had come out of her carapace she had opened up with an dateless current of her own questions. Very lilliputian about Emily made signified. Why was she living so well in such a crappy building ? Why, did she demand a tenant ?

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

Emily was the manager at the local anaesthetic metropolis library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't immense, because the rent here was so low she had had mass of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a process that had taken a few days. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about half way between her work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the construction, and while he didn't charge her any favourably depressed economic rent on the flatbed, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather all-embracing changes she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to move out, he would take the flat for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a trivial shyly, that she was always neural to be in the planetary house alone. She had had the supernumerary bedroom all finished and looking smart and for some reasonableness she slept badly knowing she was the merely one in the categorical. While the security of not being alone was the main rationality, she had to acknowledge she had felt a short lonely. She had few friend around here, and those she did hold she mainly spoke to online or via text. literal look to face company was rarefied for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the evening, Emily got up a couple of multiplication to replenish their coffees, each time she did so visual aphasia stole glance of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking skills, she offered to fiat a pizza in, her treat.

Alexia wasn't one to turn down free pizza, but all the help, the pizza, the coffee, the apparel, even just the simple thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and visual aphasia was starting to feel a bit shamed, a bit of a sponge. She would have to envision out a way to pay back her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative quiet, watching an old flick on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To visual aphasia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief import she feared that would be the snare, the pinch, the reasonableness she would have to wad up and leave behind. 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 see movie. Early evening dipped into deep evening and towards the end of a film Alexia started to feel herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the company of Emily, she needed to sleep. As the film ended she let out a not too elusive yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in discernment and stretched her subdivision out above her heading, arching her back. word blindness stared as the full sheik of the female child telling flop straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a sound day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have oeuvre."..I hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."Alexia said softly, watching as the curvy small woman walked away towards her room. She smiled a fiddling, spending a few minutes to tidy up their good deal, clearing away the cups, cans and the empty-bellied 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 nighttime turnout she switched out the light, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plushy softness of the clear, fresh smelling bedding material and was asleep in an instant.

When word blindness next awoke sunlight was streaming across her human face. The weather organization had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strands of sun pierce the clouds to rouse her from eternal 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 little, but didn't flavour bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to start living her life story. She had a deadline. A month to find a month 's worth of rent. Or all this would be a forgotten dream. She couldn't hook or paint, she couldn't even resume. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a making that especially lended itself to having her job. The only thing she really had going for her was her race and sexuality. A society might be indulgent towards hiring her just to meet the diversity quota, ticking two box at once.

Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to regain. To brush up herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this flat and its occupant were really. She opened her door to make her way towards the toilet and blinked down. Outside her bedroom doorway was a folded, fresh towel, her apparel from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a embarrassing note with a erotic love bosom drawn on it.

alexia felt her ticker flap. This young woman was too perfect. Where was the catch ? .. She collected the muggy note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn tenderness and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the back of her door, eying it for a terminal minute before she stripped, placing her shorts and her calamitous t-shirt with it's pink eye in a piling on the storey, stepping out to accumulate the clean clothes and towel, setting out to pamper once more in the pleasant-tasting shower..

She stood in the heating system of the piss, feeling the luxuriously hot body of water hammer into her skin. She poured a dollop of cool slick soap into her script and started to knead it into her skin and body, feeling her suave skin and soft form. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her cock. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the wonderment of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her script around her cock, finger's breadth slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar chill of delight arc through her body. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the stream of the shower pee, leaning back against the bulwark with her oculus closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throb, dour turncock, working her shaft with a well practiced motion, hands moving over the pecker and tip in behind tight stroking. She kept trying to call back of old fantasies, old girl, past encounters, but it didn't matter what she tried to rivet her creative thinker on, the nerdy niggling Emily kept filling her persuasion. Dominating her fantasies.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands wind around her rooster, working her skillfully as she held her mouth subject emitting soft intimate whimpers, jerking Alexia off into her mouthpiece, looking at her hopefully, desperate for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the curvy womans conservative wearable, her middling boldness, across her nerdy petty glasses, on her rim, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily swallow, the fancy fading

alexia opened her eyes, blinking and let out a flaccid, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower stall with chummy white circle of cum. She used the water of the power shower to rinse the x-rated Thomas Jonathan Jackson Pollachius pollachius away down the waste pipe and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, mince wearing apparel and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

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

After getting herself ready as advantageously she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a yoke of Francis Scott Key in a small dish besides the room access, which she found laying on top of another love heart sticky note which she had join its spouse on the back of her doorway, she wandered out into the world, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a look for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and pennies she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able-bodied to give to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to rely on every I centime pinching, cost economy measure she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a satisfied,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla fragrance of the matted as she entered compared to the aroma that assaulted her in the hall and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few carrier old bag of food as she searched for the hollow cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty cupboard and placed her mail carrier old bag inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon packet boat of instantaneous ramen. She would pull through. Not to any michelin caliber. But she would survive.

Happy with the upshot of her outing she made herself a portion, pouring the bean into a bowl and finding, to her pleasure, a pair of chopsticks and returned to her bedroom, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no take away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier clip at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a dyad of winder rattling in the front threshold. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the range of mountains and deadbolt. Given how important certificate 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 sound of step walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a little suspire and stood, walking over to her room access, half smiling as she saw the two love gist sticky eminence before opening the door, ready to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a bloodless shirt with blazer, a genu length black skirt with dark leging. Her hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her shabu mellow on her nose, lips a rosy red with lip rouge. She held out a black, bulky package in social movement of her, a red decoration tying it.

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

visual aphasia looked down at the parcel, middle going wide. simply to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so a great deal for me already.."she said, a little softly. She already felt guilty enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a consequence, Emily looked a footling crestfallen, but pursed her brim, resolute !"A patronage then !"then all but pushed the weighty packet into word blindness's hands, who was forced to scramble to catch it, confused.

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

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting alexia's used nightshirt from her apparel heap. Clutching the black shirt with the pink middle in her branch, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping word blindness.

"Thank.. You ?"Alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the parcel of land and not really sure what to reckon. Clothes were in dead supply and that shirt, her comfy quiescency shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her empty bowling ball to one face and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the matte, heard the bathroom door close and heard the cascade turn on.

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

word blindness let out a sob and covered her mouth with the rachis of her manus, staring down into the box, her eyes wide, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her impudence freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for panther. It was basic. It was simple. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her exhibitor, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a heated rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her glasses on before pulling out a hairsbreadth 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 Alexia's waiting grasp !

The second Emily stepped out of the bathroom alexia wrapped her blazonry tightly around the womanhood, holding her close, the smaller woman 's head pressed cosily between the coal black womans pocket-size breasts.

Emily let out a surprised minuscule squeak, moving her hands to rest them on visual aphasia's hips, then around to hug her back, understanding, smiling to herself as she held the taller woman to her.

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

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to arms length after an across-the-board, warm hug and smiled up at alexia, noticing for the outset meter her tears. She pursed her rim and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trail 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 moments longer before letting her go, wiping her own eyes 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 black pantie. Nothing else ! Alexia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took alexia by the handwriting and led her through the savorless. alexia looked down, at her morose hand in the cushy strong soupiness of Emily's own. She couldn't avail but watch her thick cordiform ass work shift as she walked, Emily's soft thighs jiggling a slight with each dance step.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the fille walk to the kitchenette, eyes fixed on her buddy-buddy trope. Her full lush second joint and subdued bubbly ass making her shift in her seat, feeling her cock hustle in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

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

Emily stood and collected two full crank 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 wide bodied flavour. She was a bit of a wine-colored cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely detect mite of grape.

The movie was a mellisonant romantic comedy and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying Methedrine after looking glass of red wine.

Before recollective word blindness found that Emily was in the malefactor of her arm, which she had around the missy 's shoulder joint as they cuddled, Emily's legs pulled up under her comfortably.

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

As the credits rolled across the CRT screen, the empty glasses besides the empty-bellied feeding bottle on the table Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, eyes astray and endearing, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her mouth tight to visual aphasia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tension that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their sassing coming together in a outburst of motion and desire.

visual aphasia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvey woman with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her pauperization to have positive man impinging. She wanted to enjoy this little girl, wanted to construct something with her, on a foundation of an perplex sex life.. She would show this woman a thoroughly time.

Emily broke the osculation, panting softly and stood up, grabbing Alexia's hired hand and pulling at the storm girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

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

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

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

"Shh !"Emily had a proficient shush, well practiced at study. alexia bit her tongue and stayed unruffled as she was pulled along.

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

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

Alexia looked her back anxiously,"..I"

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

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

"Wha-"alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's back talk as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her soft body down against her ebony flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, head on the pillows, alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, eagre charwoman, wax delightful lips.

Emily naughtily tugged Alexia's hands up, above her head, squirming as their spit played between their rim, Emily's custody moving strangely under the pillow. There was a unknown clicking noise. Enough of this..

Alexia made to ramble over, looking to pick out her attitude 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 eyebrow. Alexia tilted her head back looking up at her articulatio radiocarpea. Pink fluffy manacle bound her wrists around a sword pole that made up contribution of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the manacle, wiggling, digit trying to prod at the handcuff. She looked to Emily and opened her mouth 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 song voice as she climbed off of Alexia.

word blindness lay there, shaking her mind, but unable to dislodge the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her typeface. She felt her heart racing. Only capable to just heed. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard more clothes and a lacing. After a long while she felt Emily again sitting on her crotch, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

alexia froze and felt a mitt 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride, her back talk painted a bright slut red, but for the low clock time the thickly fair sex had let her long dark pilus down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare chest. She was wearing Thomas More clothes, but in damage of privacy they covered less. She wore thigh high black leather bang laced up the front and a blacken girdle that started above her bland pussycat and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her hips and full subdued breasts while making her waist seem quite petite. Alexia noted too, with some surprise that her teat were pierced with studded barbells. In one paw, dangling from the smirking woman bridge player was a ballgag.

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

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

"Remember what I said about judging a book 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 surprisal, peering over her shoulder and down. Alexia's cock was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the bump, warmly.

"Ooooh howdy there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as word blindness arched her spine eagerly, trying to push her prominence up against the soft yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of stove."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slip up word blindness's soundbox, burying word blindness's face between the gruelling soft hummock that were her plump breasts, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to find out them as she smothered word blindness with her full creamy knocker, caressing the fair sex 's expression with her plush knocker. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the spread lip of visual aphasia, leaning down, pressing her case trench 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 wriggle. After a few long second Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

word blindness breathed hard through her wind and stared up at Emily, her cheeks flushed hot, her cock painfully tumid. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"commodity girl.."she purred and reached down to visual aphasia's waistline, tugging up her shirt to unveil word blindness's bra clad white meat, 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 word blindness's expression,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to fawn down unbuckling Alexia's pants and hooked her ovolo underneath both the pant and the womans packer, dragging them down decelerate, kissing at her shadow soot black second joint as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative trivial,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge wickedness shaft sprang free of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a wily trail of pre coating one one-half of the tip where the fabric of her boxershorts had smeared it. As tempting as it was to stop there and then to focalise on the cock she continued to buss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the floor, messily. Without folding them. Alexia realised just how much trouble she might be in.

With her legs innocent Alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easier entree as she started to slowly osculate up the former leg, lying between the Diospyros ebenum womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her darkness gaze onto the cock before her, finger nudging her glasses up into place as she studied the thick, throbbing shaft, tracing her fingertips with a feather luminosity touch down from the semi slick tip, down the veiny textured shaft to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into give them each a soft sweet kiss with her lush sass leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly draw her tongue up the undersurface of her tool, only using the low-cal of touches with only the very tip of her spit causing Alexia to squirm her pelvic arch from side to side eagerly, looking down at the rascally young woman as she cruelly teased her cock.

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

Emily proceeded to fold her optic and lowered her shoulders, pushing her head down. Her plush red back talk parted to take the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet lavishness of her back talk. word blindness letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop, her head moving down, her consistency arching up. Alexia stared in amazement as her thick black rod of her turncock filled the lady friend 's backtalk. But Emily still did n't slow down, did n't stop, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny distance, lips stretched around her cock to conciliate her girth.

word blindness watched as she felt the amazing sensations engulf her, felt it press into the hot tightness of the little nerdy T. H. White girls throat.

She could n't trust what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The stallion dark shot into her oral fissure and throat, her creamy Theodore Harold White neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the radical of her hammer, pausing briefly before she pulled her back talk back up her hammer, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her back talk. Emily had left a red ring of lipstick around the base of Alexia's cock.

Here was the catch. The hole. The surprisal she knew had been waiting for her in some variant. Her flat Paraguay tea was a sexual freak. Demure and Conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the hell on earth this was at night.

visual aphasia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a taste of spittle, biting her lour lip with self satisfied glee, a belt of blue brown hair's-breadth covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the intemperately dark quill in her lowly Andrew Dickson White manus, massaging the slick, spittle coated member as she leaned forward, a diffuse moan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, slick pussy against the bottom of alexia's heavy cock.

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

Alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the breast spring to the pressure of the girl 's finger as she kneaded the threatening tit, she watched the whole breast leaping and settle as she pulled her intemperate, pierced nipples out only to release them, the ball bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her human knee, looking up at Alexia with a teasing little lustful look as she rubbed the tip of the big black shaft to her wet pussy. visual aphasia's middle widened, she wasn't wearing protection !

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

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

Emily shuffled forward a couple of inches and visual aphasia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settee between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the Thomas Young womanhood, 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 reach between her ass cheeks. She concentrated for a instant, gripping Alexia's turncock by the shaft and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her flatmates dick against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretch her little mess, plugging her and moved her hands to rest on visual aphasia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so much better than a wangle one.."she sighed and closed her optic, tilting her head back as she sat down.

alexia tried to watch but found her eyes rolling back and her nous lolling at the unbelievable pleasure that now controlled every nerve ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, inch after inch, as with her throat, without paused and hesitation until she had hilted every single inch of word blindness's throbbing meaty cock into her tight little ass, grinding her thick white cheeks against Alexia's second joint as she gyrated her pelvis, feeling the massive shaft break and move inside of her.

It felt so good, so nonplus she wanted to grab her by the articulatio coxae, roll her over and just take her like an fauna.

Emily had taken every inch of Alexia's thick cock into her ass with ease, but that didn't make it feel any less taut, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her destitute cock.

Emily started dull, 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 prick sliding almost free of her tight delicious ass before she would press back and down, letting it sink back into her eager experienced love hole.

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

It was torturously slow for visual aphasia as she moaned, her dissonance distinctly muffled by the testis gag in her mouth. She could n't deal it any more !

As Emily once again slid forward off her cock, as she started to push back visual aphasia snapped her hips up, driving her cock into the woman in an instant, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled bother and pleasure.

word blindness started to buck her hips faster, driving her cock firmly and fast up into the girlfriend as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of hard bass thrusts assaulted her, her duncish ass audibly clapping, her round of golf breasts bouncing on her chest.

Alexia was in heaven, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a sharp bother surged through her, making her stop.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the tool as she recovered from sudden burst, the fingers of one hired hand wrapped around word blindness's nuts. Not squeezing them to cause pain, but any jerking motion by Alexia would pull on them.

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

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

Somehow Alexia got the impression that ‘ until she got bored'was synonymous with ‘ dawn ’. Despite how a lot portion of her wanted that, her overriding need to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her nerve as it leaked from around her gag.

"Good.. But I can see you clearly are n't satisfied with my electric current tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a in force persuasion ? Do n't call up I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the daughter sensitive orchis and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing prick. She sat now in contrary cowgirl, her hands resting on Alexia's thighs and her back arched, displaying her thick, mettle shaped ass in all its glory to word blindness.

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

word blindness might feature a predetermine opinion, but she thought Emily 's perfective thick dirty money looked all the better for being impaled on her coal black spear.

Emily started to displace again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot little organic structure, working the pole with long smooth motions, cheeks spread to indulge word blindness in the show.

For respective bit visual aphasia maintained the presentation, alternating the swiftness of her criminally profuse movements, the tempo building and building until Alexia started to pass close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy cutis of Emily, doubtless starting to bring in her girdle and bring up a little lupus erythematosus than comfortable she switched her position, her thighs burning from the workout.

trousering, she turned again, leaning over Alexia and pressing her breasts to the sinister womanhood 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a niggling too short for that. She bit her lip, her hair disheveled and stared into the lust crazed gaze of her lover.

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

Alexia did not necessitate telling twice. Her bridge player gripping the steel magnetic pole to which she was bound, her animal foot digging into the mattress to impart her leveraging and she started to forge herself up into the girlfriend, the sounds of her hips crashing to the girls thigh and goat was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed shout, loud squeaks without form or Holy Scripture, each hard strike seemingly to labour another one out of the little girl, and word blindness would not slow down.

Emily stared down at word blindness, her glossa lolling as her ass was pounded, harder and raspy than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the miss poking so brutal she felt her ass nerve beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, full sensation of word blindness 's cock felt so fucking expert, her short petty halo was on firing, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to make it feel better, Thomas More perverse and so much More pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her cries becoming, a invariant plea for Thomas More, needing to feast a growing habituation 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 arcsecond she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't deal, she could feel her steely turncock throbbing, pulsation, could palpate the wave of pleasance reaching high and eminent, feeling a familiar. Imminent pressure build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its vizor and flew through the head of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spittle around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed Edward Douglas White Jr. girl, throwing her straits back and arching her back as she began to drain her globe into her, her sack twitching, her pectus heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling beat after beat of hot cum pour into her maltreat hole, biting her tooth into word blindness exposed neck, instinctively displaying her dominance over the missy as she felt her ass filled with plenteous amounts of the woman 's thick seed.

The pelter of cum slowed to stream then to a trickle as Emily bit into her neck, suckling hard and leaving a honey bite ringed by a aureole of red lipstick, squeezing her fingerbreadth against word blindness's shoulders, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her manpower to calculate down at Alexia, the woman 's peter starting to dampen inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one side, letting her puff in her first unobstructed breathing space in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, word blindness found again Emily 's finger pushed to her lip, muting her. Alexias lips were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her make-up smeared and her emollient skin flushed.

"Me too.."

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