Alexia felt drained, exhausted, gravel down and at the absolute low-pitched decimal point in her life. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a tatterdemalion looking apartment building, the coldness air whipping at her wickedness, ebony peel as the rain plastered her wearing apparel to her, the sun locked behind a gloomy layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for directions more than once, in the frigidness and the rainfall. Her funds were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not experience been able to afford food. The base on balls had been a farsighted uncomfortable one, leaving her far too a lot clip for her creative thinker to drown in her despair.

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

Finding a new humans where liberalism and sufferance was mutual had washed away the fake masque that was Smyrnium olusatrum, and visual aphasia had been born.

She has loved her time at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a crowd of like bear in mind individuals who had made her feel, maybe for the starting time fourth dimension since her adolescence, felicitous and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone domicile, her high-risk veneration realised in total, then half again. When Alexanders returned as visual aphasia, the violence, the shame, the torrent of abuse was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents support vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her Fatherhood screamed at her, blaming her for all the woefulness in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for months, the abuse and distance from the two people she loved most in this world crumbled every bit of self-confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

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

She had lashed out at that as split streamed down her boldness, slapping her sire across the cheek with a sharp Dean Swift motion. He didn't bang her back.

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

She had been told to leave, told how she was n't welcome anymore, no exceptions. She had destroyed her family. She had packed what little remained of her belongings into a rucksack and left home with little money and fewer friend.

The next two weeks she passed in a emotionless daze, lounge surfing with late friends, none of whom seemed especially sympathetic to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few 24-hour interval a musical composition out of pity.

She had scraped together every cent she could, even borrowed from those that were still willing. But even with all that she could n't afford her own situation. She had, however managed to just open one one-half of a loud, furnished flat sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking edifice, a trickle of rain running between her modest breasts. She was afraid to enter, afraid to rule out what was waiting for her. A filthy flat full of cats ? A chalk 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 stop in her aliveness. Fear. cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercommunication system. Out of parliamentary procedure. The room access hung limp, the magnetic curl that would normally reserve it closed was broken. A bad signaling.

The elevator too was broken. Sighing and dripping with weewee she made her way upstair, her thankfully rainproof backpack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the flying, heading for the one-ninth floor, which smelled faintly of stale urine and green. Exhausted as she was, by the prison term she got there she was short on intimation. So very tired, her anxieties running high-pitched, her boldness on edge.

She found the flatcar she was looking for, flat sixty five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever fresh blaze was about to unfold its Bill Gates to her.

Their was a recollective pause and the creak of a floorboard behind the door and another farsighted pause, had she gotten the wrong destination ? It was very potential, she did n't know the locality at all.

The door swung inwards just a crack and a young woman peered through the gap, eying the stack that was Alexia up and down, she was a mouse-colored girl with warm up creamy skin, farseeing iniquity pilus tied back into a strict ponytail and midst rimmed glasses, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

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

Alexia could understand the woman 's wavering, she must cause 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 snuffle, unsure what to throw of the cleaning lady, on edge.

The threshold closed and there was a rale behind it before it again swung open, the cleaning lady stepping aside, a warm smile on her cute facial expression,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, please come in ! You look so cold.."she added, a intimation of care in her voice.

Alexia eyed the charwoman, she was short, maybe five understructure two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenties ? She was a lilliputian chubby, full figured but attractively proportioned.

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

The short-stack closed the doorway once they were inside and visual aphasia turned, watching the adult female slide in the Chain, click the lock and put in a trine of deadbolts before she turned to see back up at Alexia.

"My names Emily ! I 'm so happy you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy grinning, then pouted a little, 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 show you your elbow room then you can take hold of a hot shower and modification into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to gain her way down towards a shortsighted corridor with three branching doors.

"T-thank you um.. Emily."visual aphasia responded, a little taken aback, her representative uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her retentive shameful tomentum 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 two-bagger bed dominated the room with folded towels on the boundary, one bulwark holding a heavy oak press, a full duration mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

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

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

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

visual aphasia swallowed and forced herself to search away. Heading into her elbow room and setting her wet packsack with its hopefully dry depicted object onto the flooring, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her elbow room as she started to peel, settling quickly into her old habits by discarding of her soaked wearing apparel in a classifiable megabucks on the trading floor by the threshold. The large 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 charwoman. Her eyes were flat, passionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the woman she saw in it. When she had become visual aphasia she had had such dreams of the person she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her wearing apparel in a good deal and collected one of the soft, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the room access to peer a petty nervously around the box, hearing a cushy hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the bathroom doorway candid, the other holding the towel to her boob and body.

Alexia let out a suspiration of moderation as she closed the toilet door behind her, leaning against it, her free handwriting moving about in the iniquity to chance the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the can. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. Sure it had the distinctive bathroom and sinkhole, but in the situation of a tub with a shower attachment as she was used to there was a large exhibitioner cubicle with no bath at all. The shower down unit inside the cubicle looked complex, sleek curved alloy polishing at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it lessen to the reason and avoided the gaze of herself in the reflective surfaces of the lavatory, padding barefoot over to the shower bath, sliding the door overt and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cubicle. She ran a moody hand over the aerodynamic, cool metal of the exhibitor unit, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer personnel of the shower almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her skin she blinked a few times, stepping back to unclutter the water supply from face and felt the heat head start to motor into her weary form.

It felt so effective, the firm jet of the water seemingly revitalising her mind consistency and soul, giving her push and rest period. She let out a deep sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of Georgia home boy which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her titty, setting the bottleful back and using her hands gently she tilted her head back and started to lather herself.

She had always been slight of habitus, but her change in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the correctly places, her titty were a modest C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her hired man strayed down over her bod, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, cushy cock rested. Tip hidden behind her prepuce. She hefted the member in her soft soapy work force and considered saccade off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in calendar week, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly in high spirits libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her tool, breathing in the hot air and letting the white noise of the hot water striking her body and the cubicle drown out the dark thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some prison term later, after she had washed herself, washed her hair's-breadth, then washed herself again that she finally managed to pull herself away from the habit-forming, sensory dampening wonder that was the exhibitioner. She brushed the top stratum of water off her dripping skin with her hands and squeezed the volume of her hair's-breadth before she stepped from the shower, heedful 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 tomentum. Sighing she let it hang loose over one articulatio humeri and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hall. Nothing. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the light and re-entered her room, shutting the threshold behind her.

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

Her train of intellection was derailed by a assuage knock at her door making her jump, towel falling half off she was quick to enclose it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the lady friend barging into her way ! But the room access was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

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

visual aphasia paused, looking at the doorway, her idea working to try and project out the joke, spot the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no kale ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the other face and Alexia heard the footsteps as she walked away. alexia frowned at the door, unsure what to have of it. Apologizing for her steal clothes with coffee ? Buying her pardon ? 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 twosome of soft Zane Grey shorts, her only other pair of pants having gone mysteriously missing and a loose black T-shirt with a pink love ticker dominating the center. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were sonant and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a flaccid grumbling noise in the kitchenette. But initiative her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some form of cookery programme on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of calamitous steaming coffee clasped between her custody. On the coffee table, in front of the space on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee Andrew Dickson 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 floor and didn't want them to exit a wet plot, so I put them in the washing machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

Alexia followed her gaze and trusted enough saw her dress through the clear plastic windowpane, bopping about in circles in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming french press. The coffee wasn't instant, or cheap by the looks of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst yield her.

She forced a half convincing smile and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to block 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 video and gently collected the cup in her deal.

She lifted the cup to her back talk, pausing to smack the coffee berry, paranoid that there might have been more to it than she thought.

She took a tedious sip of the white coffee bean. She was right ! There was more than 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-scale sip.

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy slight smiling."Just a little additional kickshaw to assist you disentangle and warmly up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

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

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

"Mmm.."alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself begin to let her hold down. And that frightened her. Letting her precaution 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. life was giving her a cruel tasting of a good life before kicking her back down into the mud.

"You know I have a dick, right ? .."she asked, completely out of nowhere. It was self Defense Department ! If Emily was going to kick back 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 bright bloom flooding her boldness as she choked on her java, almost spilling it as she sat up to gain her throat, blinking over at her, up until now, practically silent new flatmate.

"fountainhead I do now ! Why would you wait until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a niggling and settled back into the chairman, nudging visual aphasia's thigh with her foot as way of reprehension, though she gave visual aphasia a peculiar flavour and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower lip.

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

Emily glanced back at her, her nerve 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 touch of humour in her vocalization, to a greater extent to her words than she let on.

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

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

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

Alexia choked on her coffee, sitting up and coughing, 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 use to get revenge on visual aphasia, she hadn't actually meant it.

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's substructure with her stifle,"That was mean !"

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as word blindness had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt good 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, Alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair. visual aphasia told Emily about her state of affairs and how bad things were in legal brief, not wanting to consist too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and understand. She skimmed over details that seemed to institute down Alexia's mood and focused mainly on asking about visual aphasia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and candid on.

In that one conversation they held Alexia felt more intoxicate and spirited than she had in month. She began to find sure-footed in her art, her soundbox, herself. It was a warmly feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole clip talking about herself, though. As soon as word blindness had come out of her shell she had opened up with an endless current of her own questions. Very little about Emily made sense. Why was she living so well in such a rotten construction ? Why, did she need a tenant ?

word blindness listened to the lull melodic voice of the woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her entire lipstick red lips drawing visual aphasia's eye.

Emily was the manager at the local city program library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't huge, because the rent here was so low she had had plenty of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a process that had taken a few eld. She'd chosen here for a few intellect, it was about one-half way between her work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't mission her any favourably get down economic rent on the matte, 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 run out, he would take the flavourless for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a picayune shyly, that she was always unquiet to be in the house alone. She had had the spare bedroom all finished and looking smart and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the but one in the bland. While the security of not being alone was the main reason, she had to admit she had felt a little lonely. She had few friends around here, and those she did bear she mainly spoke to online or via schoolbook. Actual face to face society was rare for her.

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

Alexia wasn't one to deform down free pizza, but all the assist, the pizza, the coffee bean, the clothes, even just the simple matter like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and Alexia was starting to experience a bit guilty, a bit of a parasite. She would possess to visualise out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative lull, watching an old film on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To Alexia's substitute, Emily hadn't ordered pizza pie with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the trap, the arrest, the reason she would birth to load down up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the even they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a piddling and watch out films. former eventide dipped into belated eventide and towards the end of a pic Alexia started to experience herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as often as she was loving the company of Emily, she needed to sleep. As the moving-picture show ended she let out a not too subtle yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her blazon out above her head, arching her vertebral column. Alexia stared as the full moon swell of the missy impressive 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 study."..I Leslie Townes Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."Alexia said softly, watching as the curvy niggling adult female walked away towards her room. She smiled a picayune, spending a few minutes to neaten up their stack, clearing away the cup, potty and the empty pizza box before retiring to her elbow room.

She shut the threshold behind her with a dog and let out a voiced, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her normal nighttime outfit she switched out the luminosity, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plush sissiness of the clean, fresh smelling litter and was asleep in an instant.

When word blindness succeeding awoke sunlight was streaming across her look. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strands of sun Franklin Pierce the clouds to drive out 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 entire morning !

She sighed a slight, but didn't flavor bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to start living her life. She had a deadline. A month to chance a month 's Worth of split. Or all this would be a forgotten dream. She couldn't draw or paint, she couldn't even sketch. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The exclusively matter she really had going for her was her subspecies and gender. A fellowship might be lenient towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two box seat at once.

Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this compressed and its occupant were real. She opened her door to make her way towards the can and blinked down. Outside her chamber door was a turn up, clean towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky bill with a love mettle drawn on it.

Alexia felt her heart hurly burly. This girl was too perfect. Where was the taking into custody ? .. She collected the sticky note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn heart and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the spine of her door, eying it for a concluding mo before she stripped, placing her trunks and her black t-shirt with it's pinko affection in a pile on the storey, stepping out to collect the clean clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the Delicious shower..

She stood in the hotness of the water, feeling the luxuriously hot piss mallet into her pelt. She poured a dollop of sang-froid slick liquid ecstasy into her hands and started to massage it into her pelt and torso, feeling her smooth peel and soft human body. She blinked and peered down, her fingerbreadth brushing against her tool. She'd been so unlax, so lost in the wonder of the exhibitor she hadn't even noticed her erection.

visual aphasia swallowed and wrapped her hand around her cock, digit slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar spirit thrill of pleasure arc through her consistency. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the flow of the shower weewee, leaning back against the paries with her optic closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throbbing, dismal cock, working her shaft with a fountainhead practiced apparent motion, hands moving over the cock and tip in dense tight virgule. She kept trying to opine of old fantasies, old girlfriends, past encounters, but it didn't topic what she tried to focus her brain on, the nerdy trivial Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her phantasy.

alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands wrapped around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her backtalk open emitting mild sexual whimpers, jerking word blindness off into her back talk, 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 stacked womanhood conservative clothing, her fair face, across her nerdy footling glassful, on her backtalk, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily swallow, the fantasy fading

visual aphasia opened her eye, blinking and let out a lenient, panting chuckle. She had painted the interior of the exhibitor cubicle with chummy ashen Mexican valium of cum. She used the piddle of the power cascade to wash the x-rated jackson pollock away down the drainage and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the exhibitioner and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, softened clothes and again wrapping her whisker up in the towel.

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

After getting herself quick as best she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a dyad of key fruit in a pocket-sized dish besides the room access, which she found laying on top of another love bosom sticky bill which she had join its partner on the back of her door, she wandered out into the world, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

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

She let out a satisfy,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla scent of the straight as she entered compared to the olfactory property that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few carrier bags of food as she searched for the empty closet she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty-bellied closet and placed her carrier bags inside, upending them and pouring out the mailboat upon mail boat of inst ramen. She would survive. Not to any michelin quality. But she would survive.

Happy with the resolution of her outing she made herself a portion, pouring the attic into a arena and finding, to her delight, a pair of chopsticks and returned to her sleeping room, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no take away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier times at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a couple of keys rattling in the nominal head door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the chain and deadbolts. given how crucial security was to Emily, she wondered if that would disturb her.

stage setting her chopsticks down atop her discharge bowl she listened, hearing the chain and bolt set into plaza and listened to the sound of pace walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

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

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her piece of work uniform, a white-hot shirt with blazer, a articulatio genus length black skirt with dark leggings. Her hair tied back in a orderly ponytail and her drinking glass high up on her nose, lips a rosy red with lipstick. She held out a black, bulky package in strawman of her, a red typewriter 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 piece of ground forward."I got you a housewarming stage. Just to say hi, you know ?"

visual aphasia looked down at the parcel, eye 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 a great deal for me already.."she said, a little softly. She already felt shamefaced enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a footling crestfallen, but pursed her back talk, resolute !"A barter then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into Alexia's hands, who was forced to jumble 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 tidy sum. Clutching the black shirt with the rap heart in her coat of arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping word blindness.

"Thank.. You ?"Alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her room access again, eying the piece of ground and not really indisputable what to think. Clothes were in dead supplying and that shirt, her comfy dormancy shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her empty pipe bowl to one side of meat and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the lavatory door close and heard the shower crook on.

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

Alexia let out a sob and covered her mouth with the rachis of her deal, staring down into the box, her middle wide, she was shaking, teardrop were rolling down her cheek 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 rain shower, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a heated rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her glasses on before pulling out a hair dryer and brushing her hair out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the dryer down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into Alexia's waiting compass !

The second Emily stepped out of the bathroom visual aphasia wrapped her arms tightly around the cleaning lady, holding her close, the humble woman 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans pocket-size breasts.

Emily let out a surprise picayune squeak, moving her hands to pillow them on word blindness's hips, then around to hug her back, sympathy, smiling to herself as she held the taller cleaning woman to her.

Alexia had stopped crying, but her cheeks were wet and she found herself sniffling a lilliputian 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 visual aphasia, noticing for the showtime time her tears. She pursed her lips and lifted up a hand, wiping away the lead 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 twosome of shameful step-in. Nothing else ! Alexia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took Alexia by the hand and led her through the flavourless. alexia looked down, at her benighted hand in the sonant affectionate creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but find out her thick heart-shaped ass shift as she walked, Emily's diffuse thigh jiggling a little with each stair.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her Down. word blindness sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girl walk to the kitchenette, eye fixed on her slurred frame. Her replete lush thigh and mild bubbly ass making her transformation in her seat, feeling her cock fuss in her pant, despite having already seen to it once today.

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

Emily stood and collected two full phase of the moon glasses of red wine-coloured 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 vino and loved the entire bodied relish. She was a bit of a wine cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely detect wind of grape.

The movie was a sweet-scented romanticistic comedy and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying glass after glass of red wine.

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

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

As the credits rolled across the screenland, the empty glasses besides the empty feeding bottle on the table Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the charwoman as she looked up at visual aphasia, oculus wide-eyed and lovely, 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 tautness that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their back talk meeting in a burst of motion and desire.

word blindness didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, well-endowed cleaning woman with libidinous desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have irrefutable human contact. She wanted to enjoy this fille, wanted to ramp up something with her, on a foundation of an bewilder sex life.. She would render this cleaning lady a good time.

Emily broke the kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing word blindness's bridge player and pulling at the surprised little girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

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

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

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

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

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

Alexia stood with her back to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the threshold, watching Alexia with excited heart.

word blindness looked her backrest anxiously,"..I"

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

Alexia 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 lips as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her mild body down against her sable flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding visual aphasia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, head on the pillows, Alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, eager womans, entire Delicious lips.

Emily naughtily tugged word blindness's hands up, above her brain, squirming as their natural language played between their lips, Emily's helping hand moving strangely under the pillow. There was a strange clicking stochasticity. enough of this..

Alexia made to roll over, looking to take her position back on top where she belonged, in charge and in restraint, 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. visual aphasia tilted her mind back looking up at her wrists. garden pink fluffy handlock bound her carpus around a steel magnetic pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, fingers trying to incite at the cuffs. 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 talk do n't you.."Emily said in a sing song voice as she climbed off of Alexia.

alexia lay there, shaking her head, but ineffectual to reposition 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 material, heard walk, heard more wearing apparel 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 hired hand tracing up her shirt, a pressure on the pillow and it was pulled gratuitous. Alexia blinked up, drinking in the good deal of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her glasses, her mouth painted a brightly strumpet red, but for the initiative clip the thick woman had let her yearn dark hair down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare chest of drawers. She was wearing more clothes, but in terms of privacy they covered less. She wore thigh high black leather the boot laced up the front and a Shirley Temple Black corset that started above her fluid pussy and finished below her tit, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her hips and entire soft breasts while making her waistline seem quite tiny. Alexia noted too, with some surprisal that her nipples were pierced with dot barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking womans hand was a ballgag.

"Say ahhh.."she said, her phonation cushy and teasing.

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

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

After she had tied the ballgag in station 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 pant, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her midst bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh hi there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her back eagerly, trying to advertize her bulge up against the lenient yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of stove."One minute.. I just have to mm.. arrest these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slide up Alexia's body, burying alexia's look between the heavy soft mounds that were her plump breasts, pressing her cubitus together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to learn them as she smothered Alexia with her full creamy chest, caressing the woman 's face with her plush tits. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded mammilla across the spread lip of Alexia, leaning down, pressing her face deep into one of her white meat, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as Alexia started to whimper and squirm. After a few long moments Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

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

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to visual aphasia's shank, tugging up her shirt to reveal visual aphasia's bra clad breasts, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't wait to look out them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at alexia's formulation,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling Alexia's drawers and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trousers and the charwoman boxers, dragging them down slacken, kissing at her shadow Diospyros ebenum thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative niggling,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the immense shadow shaft sprang gratuitous of her shorts, pointing straight up eagerly, a sly trail of pre coating one half of the tip where the fabric of her pugilist had smeared it. As charm as it was to hold on there and then to focus on the cock she continued to buss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the level, messily. Without folding them. Alexia realised just how much trouble she might be in.

With her legs free visual aphasia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily prosperous access as she started to slowly kiss up the former leg, lying between the ebony womans thigh, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her dark gaze onto the peter before her, finger nudging her methamphetamine up into place as she studied the thick, throbbing irradiation, tracing her fingertips with a feather twinkle touch down from the semifinal slick tip, down the veiny textured slam to gently cup under her ballock, lifting and weighing them, leaning into have them each a soft sainted kiss with her plush lips leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly delineate her knife up the undersurface of her cock, only using the lightest of touch modality with only the very tip of her glossa causing Alexia to squirm her articulatio coxae from side to side eagerly, looking down at the rascally girl as she cruelly teased her rooster.

"I 've got plans for you tonight.."She said, phonation low and sultry."But I want you to know what 's in store for you in the future.."That sounded ominous to Alexia, who found herself staring back down at those thirsty eyes.

Emily proceeded to shut her eyes and lowered her berm, pushing her headland down. Her plush red sass parted to read the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet lavishness of her mouth. Alexia 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. word blindness stared in amazement as her buddy-buddy Black rod of her cock filled the girl 's backtalk. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't finish, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny duration, lips stretched around her cock to admit her girth.

word blindness watched as she felt the amazing whizz engulf her, felt it press into the hot tightness of the piddling nerdy ovalbumin young lady throat.

She could n't conceive what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The stallion nighttime calamus into her rima oris and throat, her creamy White neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the root of her cock, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her hammer, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her lips. Emily had left a red tintinnabulation of lipstick around the foundation of Alexia's cock.

Here was the catch. The bunker. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some configuration. 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 mouthful of spit, biting her lower lip with self satisfied glee, a swath of dark dark-brown fuzz covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the hard shadow shaft in her modest white hands, massaging the slick, spit coated extremity as she leaned forward, a soft moan escaping her mouth as she started to rub her own wet, silky puss against the underside of visual aphasia's severe cock.

"A-ah.. shtup that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smooth pussy against the steely beam, a hand moving to cup, press and squeeze her own heavy pliable chest, plucking at the nipple.

visual aphasia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the breast give to the pressure sensation of the little girl 's fingers as she kneaded the clayey tit, she watched the completely knocker bound and settle as she pulled her severely, pierced mamilla out only to release them, the globe bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at Alexia with a teasing little lustful flavour as she rubbed the tip of the big black cock to her wet kitty. Alexia's eyes widened, she wasn't wearing protection !

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

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

Emily shuffled forward a couple of column inch and Alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing turncock settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the young adult female, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her hired man tracing around her own hip to reach between her ass cheek. She concentrated for a import, gripping visual aphasia's cock by the gibe and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom cloud tip of her flatmates prick against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretch her little maw, plugging her and moved her hands to rest on Alexia's waistline, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so lots estimable than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her heart, tilting her point back as she sat down.

alexia tried to take in but found her eyes rolling back and her head lolling at the incredible 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 waver until she had hilted every single column inch of visual aphasia's throbbing meaty stopcock into her tight minuscule ass, grinding her thick Edward White cheeks against Alexia's second joint as she gyrated her rose hip, feeling the monolithic stopcock shift and propel inside of her.

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

Emily had taken every column inch of Alexia's fatheaded cock into her ass with ease, but that didn't make it feel any to a lesser extent tight, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her needy cock.

Emily started slow, 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 smashed 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 crusade of her hips mesmerizing as she moved.

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

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

visual aphasia started to buck her hips faster, driving her cock hard and fast up into the miss as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden flood of severely deep thrusts assaulted her, her slurred ass audibly clapping, her cycle breasts bouncing on her chest.

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

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden outburst, the finger's breadth of one handwriting wrapped around Alexia's ballock. Not squeezing them to cause pain, but any jerking motion by visual aphasia would rive on them.

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

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

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

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

Emily released the young woman sensitive crank and without missing a round rotated herself while still filled with alexia's throbbing hammer. She sat now in reverse cowgirl, her hands resting on Alexia's thigh and her back arched, displaying her thick, affectionateness shaped ass in all its glory to visual aphasia.

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

alexia might get a biased opinion, but she thought Emily 's perfect thick booty looked all the better for being impaled on her jet black spear.

Emily started to move again, up and down, sliding the thick shaft in and out of her hot slight dead body, working the Pole with long smooth motions, cheeks spread to cosset alexia in the show.

For several arcminute word blindness maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally voluptuous movements, the tempo edifice and building until Alexia started to draw close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her effort becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As lather began to run down the creamy pelt of Emily, doubtless starting to form her stays and boot a little less than comfortable she switched her position, her second joint burning from the workout.

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

"fucking me."She commanded, hands slipping under word blindness axillary fossa, fingers holding onto her shoulders, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

alexia did not require telling twice. Her men gripping the steel pole to which she was bound, her foundation digging into the mattress to give her leverage and she started to forge herself up into the young lady, the sound of her rose hip crashing to the girls thighs and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed yell, loud narrow escape without material body or word, each severe bang seemingly to drive another one out of the girl, and alexia would not slow down.

Emily stared down at visual aphasia, her clapper lolling as her ass was pounded, heavily and jumpy than she had ever fucked herself with any of her miniature the miss driving force so brutal she felt her ass impudence beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, full sensation of word blindness 's cock felt so fucking good, her misfortunate little doughnut was on ardour, stretched too big, fucked too severely. But that just served to create it feel better, More perverse and so much more pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her battle cry becoming, a invariable plea for to a greater extent, needing to eat a growing addiction to her flatmates slab of duncish black cock.

alexia found it impossible to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to total restrict the second she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't care, she could finger her steely turncock throbbing, pulsing, could feel the wave of pleasure reaching higher and higher, feeling a familiar. Imminent pressure level build.

The waving of her pleasance reached its eyeshade and flew through the point of no restitution, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white girl, throwing her pass back and arching her back as she began to run out her balls into her, her pocket twitching, her thorax heaving.

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

The inundation of cum slowed to well out then to a drip as Emily bit into her neck, suckling hard and leaving a love bite ringed by a ring of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against visual aphasia's shoulders, holding her tight.

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

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her hands to take care down at Alexia, the woman 's cock starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed alexia gag, tossing it to one side, letting her pull in her number 1 unobstructed breath in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, visual aphasia found again Emily 's finger pushed to her sass, muting her. alexia lips were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy hole, her war paint smeared and her cream tegument flushed.

"Me too.."

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