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#The Rumour About Eleri Girls#
Approximately 3,290 words
He was Human and she was Eleri. They were a young couple in a growingly romantic relationship. They were well experienced with each other’s alien bodies and talked often about going all the way. But there was still a detail about her sexuality that he didn’t yet know.
To say it had been a rough day would be an understatement. Emma slid her key in the door and stepped inside briskly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. After weeks of mandatory masturbation at His behest, she was on the tenth day of denial. Naturally, He was taking full advantage of this and had spent the relatively slow day at her work keeping her occupied.
It started with pictures, simple images and gifs, and like everything else with Him it started innocently enough. The first few pictures were of rope harnesses, ideas for ties they could work on the next time they played. Then they became slightly more explicit, but only just, a spread ass filled with a jeweled butt plug, or a vibrator tied to a juicy clit. But it didn’t stop, and it wasn’t long before she was being subject to all manner of depravity, wanton women with their eyes rolled in the back of their heads as their holes were abused.
About 30 minutes after leaving her on the treadmill, I hear it stopping. I give her time to get to the kitchen and walk out. Mandy is at the bucket, but looking around to see if anyone can see her.
“Go ahead. I’m going to see you. That’s the purpose of it being out here. It’s supposed to be embarrassing.”
Mandy understands now and pulls down her panties. It’s takes a few seconds, but she finally starts peeing. I go back to my room and hear the treadmill start back up. I sit down to read a file while she finishes walking. I’d planned on working most of the night but this would get me by. I hear shuffling coming down the hall. Mandy walks in the bedroom drenched in sweat and out of breath.
Mandy “That feels good and I’m exhausted. But thank you.”
“Rinse off in the shower. I left you a new bra and panty set on the vanity. There’s also a toothbrush and toothpaste for you. You’re doing really good so far.”
Mandy “Thank you daddy!”
Mandy hops in the shower and I crawl in bed. She’s back soon and looks much better.
Sam never called on Saturday and when I called her it just went to voicemail. I considered calling Simon to see if she was okay, but I didn’t want to seem too needy. Then my world came apart at 8:17 Sunday morning while I was eating breakfast alone.
*Senator Samuel Green, the author of the controversial bill to reverse the 2015 Supreme Court ruling that legalized marriage for homosexuals, has died today along with his family in a plane crash just outside of Washington, D.C.*
The television reporter kept speaking, but a buzzing in my head drowned out his words. I stared at the picture of a much younger Sam with her family on the screen while my breakfast churned in my stomach. I sat there after the story ended with a spoon in my hand and my cereal turning to mush in the bowl.
I don’t know how long I sat there, but I eventually got up to put my bowl in the sink. I went upstairs, past Joe still sleeping in his room. When I pulled some shorts out of my dresser, I saw the empty space in the drawer I’d prepared for Sam. I shut the drawer slowly and pulled the shorts on under my t-shirt.
It was our last night at the bed and breakfast inn in the snowy mountains of Lake Tahoe. My husband, Lee and I stayed in our rustic bedroom, snuggled under the covers with deli sandwiches and glasses of wine. Beneath the twinkling pixie lights the inn keeper strung above our headboard, we huddled under the blankets to watch a movie on Lee’s tablet as the rooms didn’t have TVs but had Wi-Fi. I cuddled my head onto my husband’s t-shirt covered chest, as I rubbed my naked leg against his. Both of us naked below the waist. There was a knock at our door. We both looked up from the screen.
Lee answered with, “Enter.”
The door creaked open. My mouth nearly dropped when the incredibly hot couple we met in the hot tub opened the door. Steve, dressed only in pajama bottoms entered with a bottle of cognac, two glasses, and his wife in tow. Shana was dressed in a pink cotton sleep shirt that skimmed her thighs. She glanced around the rustic room which was so different than the others before her eyes settled upon me and Lee reclined against the headboard propped up on pillows.
Before I got married, I was working with an attorney in Dallas. I was his investigator. I wasn’t in the office very often, but would stop by a few times a week to get an expense check or pick up a few files. As usual, there were several girls that worked in there and they were always gossiping about something it seemed.
One Thursday afternoon, I stopped by the office around 4:30 and most everyone was packing up to head home. I wander around for a while and I start to head out when I see Mandy crying at her desk. Mandy is probably 30 years old but she’s the biggest girl of the group. I’d guess she was right at 200 lbs, maybe a little more. I walk over to her desk and ask if she’s ok. She seems startled and tries to act like nothing was wrong. It’s obvious she’s upset so I calm her down and sit down to show her I’m truly interested in what’s wrong. She finally tells me that she had a date planned with a guy tonight that she’d gone out with a few times, but he just called to cancel the date and said that he didn’t want to see her anymore. He gave her some bullshit about being too busy at work.
I don’t know where to start really, my mind is still trying to catch up with the events that led me here. You see I’m laying here with a very beautiful woman’s naked body clinging tightly to me but its not my wife, it’s my sister in law. I guess I should start from the beginning and explain how I ended up in her house anyway. Recently I became unemployed and couldn’t find a new job in my area, its not easy finding a new job at 48 when your job history is in something as obsolete as textile. My wife’s sister, we’ll call her Caroline, called my wife and told her about a potential job near her that made decent pay. I’m not sure if it was my wife wanting me to get the job or her just wanting me out of the house but she suggested I go stay with her sister to see if I could get the job. Not having much say I in the matter I did as she asked and packed a few bags to go stay with her.
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The next morning Kay awoke to find herself alone in bed. She thought Aaron had actually ditched her in the night while she was sleeping. “That jerk lied to me!” She thought to herself now feeling used. But as she sat up and wiped the tiredness from her eyes she smelled the sweet aroma of breakfast being made. A smile came over her face as she was hoping it wasn’t just from the neighbours. She got up and did her business in the bathroom. She then threw on some blue lace panties and a tank top and headed for the kitchen. She found Aaron in the kitchen making waffles, bacon and eggs. He was shirtless but had his pants on. Kay walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his big muscular body. “Good morning my hunk.” Kay said with a big smile. Aaron put down the spatula and turned around. He lifted Kay up and sat her down on the island counter. He stood between her legs as he kissed her passionately. His hands sliding up her thighs. Kay gladly returning in kind with her hands on his muscly chest. “Good morning my little sex kitten! Did you sleep well?” Aaron inquired. “Very well. Any woman will sleep well after an incredible fucking like you gave me last night.” Kay replied with a big smile before pulling him in for another kiss. “Well it was my pleasure.” Aaron replied before kissing her again. “Hungry for some breakfast baby?” Aaron asked as Kay got down from the counter. “Sure. Maybe after we can have each her for desert.” Kay suggested flirtatiously as she twirled her fingers in her hair. “It’s a deal!” Aaron replied as they kissed again and he finished preparing the breakfast.
Before I knew it, we were making out. It was warm and peaceful and I just couldn’t have enough of her. She pulled me into herself, grinding her hips against my erection, taking the breath out of me, dancing with her lips and tongue on mine. I held her by her lower back and pushed her against me hard. She gasped.
“I love you,” she whispered in between deep kisses.
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
She pushed me down on my bed and set to work undoing my belt. She ripped it from my pants, slid my pants down, and took out my hard penis from my underwear, feeling it throb and grow in the comfort of her soft hands.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said, grinding my teeth to stifle my voice.
“But,” she said, licking her lips. “I want to…”
“Wake up,” Sam murmured next to my ear. “I smell bacon.”
I stretched and rolled in her arms. While I could also smell the bacon, it was the lingering scent of our night together than had me humming as we kissed good morning.
I’d lost count of how many times Sam made me cum. Between her mouth, fingers, and my new favorite toy, my body ached in ways I’d never felt before. I wasn’t sore exactly, just well-used and completely sated.
When we broke our kiss, Sam grinned at me. “If you keep that up, we might need an appetizer before breakfast.”
“I *am* a little hungry,” I whispered as I kissed down to suckle one of her hard nipples. She responded by running her fingers through my hair and letting out a slow breath.
I’d had her as many times as she’d had me, but her body was still fascinating to me. When she lay on her back, her breasts flattened out like a boy’s chest. Her nipples were all girl and she liked me to tug at them gently with my teeth. I loved the muscles that tensed at my touch, highlighting the definition along her arms and stomach.