"I'm sorry, sorry!" she wailed when she could speak again. "Please-- let me go, I didn't mean it!"
"Are you sure?" Despina asked. "Because you could take the implant. You would have a pretty good chance."
"I-- what?" the intervewer paused. "But I tried--"
"Yeah, that's no big issue," Despina replied. "People try that stuff. Don't even worry about it. But you could carry a symbiont. I really think you could." Her face was glowing, alive. "Listen what's your name? Not that stupid 'I am interviewer,' but your real name?"
"It's um-- I am Maize," the interviewer said. The name sounded strange on her tongue after going for these two years unused.
"Maize. Okay. Look, I want you to stay here for the next three months, till the eggs come. You can learn more about what you would be doing, more about the symbiote, get to know us, work at our hospitality house. If you decide to take on a symbiont, you would stay here about ten years while you mature, so you can get training. After that you would be able to write your own ticket, really. Go anywhere."
"Um... Despina, Healer-- I was rash when I said that. I'm not-- I have this calling, as the interviewer, and-- how do you know you would want me around ten years, we might hate each other--" Maize wriggled against the hold.
"We might not," the Healer murmured. "It's my nature to get along... and help other people get along too. Go on, sit down for a minute. Get over the dizziness. You'll feel fine in a little while. "
"What did you do to me?" Maize asked. The tentacles lifted her effortlessly, and left her on a restbench.
"I don't let anyone threaten my family, Maize." A tentacle stroked her cheek. " You're a very smart woman, for one so young. And you have a lot to learn." Despina pushed her dreads away from her face. "After the meal, we"ll talk about changing what I said, okay?"
"Editing, yeah." Maize absently scratched at a bee-sting itch on the back of her neck. "Thanks... thanks for everything, Healer." She leaned back against the rest, relishing the subtle reshaping as it adjusted to her movement. The room was filled with honey-yellow sunlight, gilding the deep black skin of the strange and marvelous creature before her, and bringing up the iridescence of her arms.
"Yeah, and thank you, too. Come on out to the common rooms whenever you're ready, okay? Our hospitality is yours."
Maize watched her leave the room. It should have been an extraordinary and even comedic vision, the sleekly muscled back and buttocks atop a complicated tangle that included two human legs and five boa constrictors, accompanied by the waving grass skirt of her agile arms; but somehow, Maize felt as if she had been seeing that sight for all her life.
The End.
Friday Night Surprise
It was the end the of the first week of my brand new job. I just graduated University and I had been looking for a real job in my career. It took me a couple months to find a job as an assistant for a small magazine publication in Toronto. The moment I got the job I started to look for an apartment so I could move into the city and get my "adult life" started.
I found a nice apartment in the beaches, the complex only had about 10 units but it was nice, clean and I could see myself living there. I moved in immediately.
That Friday night of my first week of working, I went grocery shopping and picked up something that I could just pop in the oven and have that cook while I took a nice warm bubble bath. Passing the hygiene aisle, I noticed they had a cool new toy, a finger vibrator! I couldn't say no to that after the week I had.
So I got home, turned the oven on, and went to the bathroom to start the bubble bath. I had a good hour before the meal was to be done so I had plenty of time. As I undressed in front of the mirror, I was impressed with what I was looking at and being on my own in my brand new apartment. Looking at myself, my 5'5" body with blonde hair just brushing below my shoulders, my grey-blue eyes trailed down my body to my C-Cup breasts with my nipples just begging for attention, my hand went further down to my smooth pussy, which needed to be satisfied soon.
I shut the bathroom door and slipped into the tub with my headphones and ipod on and finger vibrator on my right index finger. It didn't take me long to get into the mood. It had been months since I last had sex (with anyone other than myself). After graduating University, I realized that the boyfriend I had at the time wasn't meant to be, so I cut my ties with him.
The warm water relaxing me, all the stresses of the week releasing from my body. I was thinking of one of the guys at work. Carson, he was an account executive responsible for getting advertisements for the magazine. He had an air of confidence that just made me wet in his presence. I knew he liked me, I noticed the way he would look at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention. If only he knew the things that I would with him if he just made a move.
My eyes were closed and I was fingering myself with my index, middle and ring finger deep inside my while my right hand's index finger was teasing my clit. I decided the finger vibrate might not be best used in the tub. I couldn't take it anymore, I was on the verge of cumming. Thinking of Carson, in his suit and office. Me asking Carson some stupid question, sitting in the chair in front of his desk, spreading my legs and him looking between them, noticing I wasn't wearing any panties. He gets up from his chair and picks me up and puts me on the desk as he eats me out.
Then it happened. I felt footsteps outside my bathroom door. I thought someone broke into the apartment. I was so scared but I could help myself, I was so close to cumming that I couldn't stop. Right when the door opened, I cummed so hard, moaning and yelling.
There stood in front of me, a man in a fireman's outfit! What the hell is happening I thought to myself.
Then it started to clue in, there was smoke in the background, and he stood there with a silly grin on his face.
"Excuse me Ma'am, sorry to disturb you but one of your neighbour's called due to the smoke in your oven. I'm afraid you burned dinner" The masculine yet timid fireman said to me. I think the timidness came from the fact that he just caught me, not only naked, but climaxing in my bathtub.
"Can you give me a second...I'll be right out" I said to him.
I stood up as he left and wrapped a towel around myself and went out into the living room slightly wet still from the bath.
"I'm glad you're ok Miss. I sent the other guys downstairs since it seems everything is taken care of. Though you'll need to clean out your oven now, we used an extinguisher in it and it's not healthy to eat from anything in there as it is.".
"Thank you so much. I'm so sorry you had to walk in on me there. I had my ipod on, and didn't hear or smell anything apparently. This is so embarrassing. My first week of living on my own and ..."
He interrupted me and said "Don't worry about it Ma'am. I've seen far worse and trust me, this is one of the nicest views I've seen on the job. I've left my card on the counter in the kitchen in case you have any questions...or need help with anything". His eyes trailed down my body when he said 'anything'. "My Cell phone number is on the back, feel free to call anytime."
He turned around and walked down the hall. Leaving me in my mild state of humiliation.
Thankfully the smoke in the oven didn't make too much of a mess in the kitchen. But that went my relaxing Friday night.
When I awoke Saturday morning, I was feeling horny all over again. I woke up my hands in my panties, teasing my clit while I thought of last night. But in my mind, it didn't exactly happen that way. Instead of him leaving the bathroom when he opened the door, he walked in. He noticed me cumming and made a remark that a girl as pretty as me shouldn't have to do this alone.
I could see an erection forming in his fire pants.
"Oh, really?' I said to him. "Can I see what's in there" as I pointed to his crotch.
"Guys, head on down, I'm just going to brief the resident and I'll be down in a few minutes." I heard the front door shut.
He slipped out of his fire outfit and I could appreciate his body now. I wouldn't call him a muscle guy, but he was firm and
fit and definitely had definition on his body. He was about 5'10, a shaved head, pale white skin that looked extremely sexy on him, and I could see him blushing easily. As I looked at his cock, my mouth water and my hands instinctively went to my clit and teased myself. It was almost 7" inches and looked so hard, painfully hard. I needed to taste it. I lost all my judgement and reached out and grasped my right hand around his cock while my left was still feverishly teasing my clit.
"Mmmmm you feel so good" I said as I continued to stroke his cock. Precum forming at the tip. "What's your name? I'm Sydney".
"Mike...but keep that up and you can call me anything you want".
As he finished his sentence I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock. I wasn't wasting time teasing his cock like I normally would have done. I needed my mouth fucked and I needed it fucked hard. His hand touched my head and held it in place as he fucked my mouth. He was going hard and going past my throat with each thrust. I had my left hand fingering myself while my right was playing with his cock and balls. I felt his balls getting tighter and I knew he was going to cum. I wanted him in me but my desire to have his cum in my mouth so I could savour it won out. I brought my right hand to my pussy and clit and fingered myself a bit, getting it covered in my pussy juices and then brought that finger to his mouth so he could taste me. He was sucking on my finger like I was sucking his cock and that turned me on immensely.
He let my finger free and I brought it back to his cock. Within moment, I was teasing him in that little area behind his balls before my finger began to tease his asshole. With his cock deeply planted in my mouth, I slipped my index finger in his ass, using my pussy juices and his spit as lube. Within 30 seconds of me finger fucking him, he started shooting his cum in my mouth and down my throat. I definitely felt atleast 5 spurts and savoured most of it. He leaned back on the sink out of breath while I continued to finger fuck myself. I orgasmed once more, making a small mess below myself.
I got off my knees and brought my mouth to his and we kissed for a moment. He tried to back away when he noticed that I didn't swallow all of his cum and I was sharing it with him in this kiss. My grip on the back of his neck was enough for him to take some of it off my tongue.
As the kiss broke off he said to me "Oh, you're a naughty one."
"Little do you know. You should get dressed and head down before they come back for you and see you like this."
"Let's do this again, here's my card" He passed to me.
Looking down while laying in my bed, my fingers were covered in my cum. I got up out of bed and took his card off the counter and dialed his number.
"Hi Mike, it's Sydney from last night..."
The End.
Slave Girl
I have a slave girl.
My husband bought me one.
They delivered her today.
The doorbell rang. I had to sign a clipboard. She walked inside, eyes downcast.
She came with no instructions.
She wore no clothing.
(Apparently, that costs extra, the cheap bastard.)
She's quite young, medium height, slender, brunette, blue eyes.
Creamy white skin, more northern European than Mediterranean.
Hasn't all her curves, yet, but I can tell she will, eventually.
She knelt in a posture of obedience and awaited my instructions.
"What is your name?"
She looked up at me, frightened, and then looked down, saying nothing.
"So, it's okay if I make you a name?"
She nodded her assent, still looking at the floor at my feet.
Let's leave that a bit, shall we? Can you read and write?
She nodded, yes.
"Okay, slave girl, you're going to have to speak until I tell you to be silent, so answer me, verbally, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," then, "I can read and write."
"Now, get up off the floor. I'll tell you when to kneel, otherwise, I want you to attend me, standing."
"Yes, ma'am." She stood, eyes downcast.
"There's a book of baby names over by the desk. Go get it and come back."
She walked over, found the book (she can read), and walked back.
"Follow me to the bathroom."
She walked behind me, hesitantly, until we found the hall water closet.
"You can use the bathroom, now, if you need to, or later, anytime. "
"Thank you, ma'am. It was a long ride."
"Very well, close the door while you're using it and when you're finished, return to the parlor."
"Yes, ma'am."
I heard her use the restroom and wash her hands. I went back to the parlor and waited her return. In a few minutes, she came in and stood before me, eyes downcast, again.
"You're going to ruin your posture always looking down. Please adopt a more natural pose. It's okay to look about you. I will speak to you when I want something."
Finally, her head came up and I got to look into her eyes.
"Now, go sit at the desk and read the book I gave you. I want you to select a name and tell me what it is. Take your time, I'm going to wait here for you to finish.
She moved over to the desk and sat. She looked back and me, then turned to study the book.
While she read, I studied her carefully. There were no marks that she'd been beaten or mistreated. She seemsd healthy and clean. She certainly acted intelligent and polite.
She was quite pretty and I looked forward to getting to know her. What to do with her?
My cell rang. It was my husband, "How do you like my gift?"
"Thank you so much. We're getting to know each other."
"Can I pick up something for you on the way home?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I'd like you to sleep out, tonight. I need the time to get to know her better before you come home."
"Sure, if that's what you want. I'll stay at ...."
"Don't bother with the details. Whatever you're going to do, I forgive you."
"Ha! I'll call before I come home tomorrow night."
"Whatever."
I was sure despite my short answers he knew I was pleased with his offering. She was probably quite expensive. He wasn't forgiven, not completely, but it was okay for him to come home.
Eventually.
When I hung up, she was standing before me with the book. Her gaze met mine, thank goodness.
"Well, what did you decide?"
"Miss, with your permission, I'd like to be called 'Evelyn'".
"Well, Evelyn, that is your name. Always remember that you picked it out."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You'll need a last name, too. My mother's maiden name is Humboldt. You'll use that name until I tell you otherwise."
"Evelyn Humboldt, yes, ma'am, thank you very much."
"Now, Evelyn, tell me what you remember of your past."
"I was raised with a number of slave children in a group home. The staff treated us strictly, but kindly. We were trained that we could expect anything once we were sold."
"Come here." She walked over next to my chair.
I ran my hands over her body, which was soft and warm. She was ticklish in the spots you might expect to find that reaction. I spread her cheeks and looked at her bottom. It seemed quite normal.
I had her spread her legs and I inspected her sex. Again, everything appeared normal. I felt inside her and found the maidenhead was intact.
"Dear me, girl, has no one used you sexually?"
"No, ma'am, it was forbidden. We were taught that was the special property of our owner and you are my first owner."
I smiled and looked at her, tenderly, "As well it should be. Keep that in mind - your maidenhead is mine and will not be surrendered except with my permission."
"Yes, ma'am. Your permission." She curtseyed!
This did cost my husband a lot.
Good.
"Now, Evelyn, what training have you from your home?"
I was tutored as a general mai
d, personal assistant and body servant. I can help you with office work, assist you in bathing and dressing, provide personal grooming, give three disciplines of massage, and ..."
Smiling, "Yes, Evelyn?"
"I can provide pleasure to men and to women." This, blushing. It made her skin radiant across her face, neck, and chest.
"Do you mean sexual pleasure?" I just wanted that blush to go on and on.
"Yes, ma'am." Another curtsey.
"Let's go upstairs, Evelyn, and we'll see what you mean."
She followed me upstairs to my bedroom. This was my private place, I never let him in there even when we were sleeping together. It was a decidedly feminine place, decorated professionally by a firm that provided similar services to royalty, persons-of-note, and some exclusive .... well, places.
"There's the bathroom. Draw me a bath using the lavender colored bath oils. I like the water quite hot."
She went directly to perform her duties, thankfully not ma'am-ing me or curtseying again. I stood by the bed until she returned, following the sound of water running gently into the tub and the enchanting odor from the bathroom.
"Evelyn, if you're going to bathe me, you'll have to undress me, first."
She reaches around my neck and unfastens my necklace, then realizes she doesn't know what to do with it. She looks at me quizzically.
"Arrange it on the bedspread next to you."
She re-fastens the clasp, then artfully lays the necklace on the bed.
She removes my bracelets and places them next to the necklace, then removes my earrings and places them carefully down.
Her deft fingers unbutton my cuffs, then my blouse buttons and she steps behind me to remove it. She folds it carefully and places it on the chair next to the bed.
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