Alien Romance: Interview with an Alien (Football Paranormal Invasion Abduction Alpha Sci-fi Romance) (Fantasy First New Adult Contact Science Fiction Mystery Sports Alien Short Stories)

by Robin Cavanaugh

  He rested the length of his body on her back and shoved a finger inside her. She was already wet and he felt it. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She couldn’t deny not wanting him. She couldn’t deny him of myself anymore. She wanted him so badly that she was literally speechless and mouth still in a wide gasping “O” with his finger up to the third knuckle in her pussy.

  He eased off her back and she spun around. She looked in his eyes and saw a passion burning to have her. She hoped he couldn’t see how much she wanted him too. She unbuckled his belt in a rush, pulled his jeans to his knees along with his full white boxers. She licked her lips when she saw his naked dick looking so strong and hard in front of her lips.

  He then flipped her over and stuck his hard cock in her very wet pussy while lifting her lower body up in the air. This kept on for another twenty five minutes, he decided to change his position and lifted her up, upside down to give her head space. She couldn’t contain herself with all the intense feeling she was having throughout her body as she stroked his dick. Her pussy was so swollen and fat she had already had a couple of orgasms, but Orra wouldn’t let her go. He was trying to make a point; he was going to perform his best for her. He then laid her down on the carpet and stuck his dick in her wet pussy again while rolling her on top of him so she could ride him. She went out of control. She rode him hard and long. She felt every stroke as she rolled her hips and move up and down, the pleasure was building for both of them, as he lifted his hips up and down to give her deeper penetration. He groaned with pleasure as his eyes closed.

  “Oh shit, I’m gonna come.” she screamed as she felt him slap her hips and her cheeks. They both moaned with pleasure. “oh yeah!” she screamed. She wanted to force Orra inside her, she wanted to scream or cry but instead she did nothing, she held very still and he rewarded her by sliding in her. She gasped, this time it felt like the first time with him, he was quiet different, he pushed his weight forward. She sank in the carpet in the bed room. A few more thrusts and she was ready to beg him to do anything. She wondered why he act gay. Instead, he pulled back with what she was certain was perversity as he flipped her over. His strength was rear and so obvious. Smith watched us as he rubbed his cock. When it came to putting her where he wanted her, Orra knew she was helpless and felt tiny underneath him.

  He slid in her again and forced her chin up, he pressed his forearm lightly against her throat, it was so personal. He was trying to show Smith how good he was, how she enjoyed him more than anything in the world. She blushed to this face to face fucking, her eyes darted around. A bit and gentle pressure from him forces her to look at him. He deepened his thrusts as soon as her eyes met his. She couldn’t help groaning and arching her hips up towards his. He looked at her for a second and then smiled at something. He pulled her tightly against him, he thrusted hard and faster. He trapped her arms against her sides. She saw his Smith bend over to lick her tits. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to, she could stay with him inside her forever.

  She was surprised how he rolled her up and over so she was on top of him, her thighs were on the side of his hips, neither of them loved this position very much. His hands held her on the hips to hold her in place, his huge cock was deep inside her. A breeze kissed her back, the breeze was suddenly warmer and it turned into his Smith’s breath. He climbed from behind her as she pushed forward, she tried to climb off him but his hands were like tight bands.

  Smith had strong hands too and they moved to her breast as Orra ’s hands moved to her wrist and pinning her down. Smith was rough and she let out a gasp as he rolled her tits between his fingers. Orra pulled her over for a kiss, his cock gently fucked her as he held her inches from his lips.

  “Do you still want to say no.”

  “I want both of you inside me,” she said, barely a whisper and they both laughed. Smith’s cock was also big, she imagined him in her ass. The thought of double penetration made her shiver.

  “You get that? She has agreed to have us.” Orra said to Smith. Orra’s hands drifted to her ass and she got a sudden vision of what will happen to her. Any idea of her struggling was squashed when she saw the strength in both their eyes. There was no escaping that, she did it because she wanted to and loved their cocks. She felt another shot of desire stirring inside her belly. He stroked her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.

  Smith nudged his cock in her gently. She felt Smith’s warmth behind her and then the coldness of the lube. She wanted to say no but Orra caught her throat quickly in one hand and held her still. His hand extended out so her back arched. He put the other hand on her waist as her Smith slid in her.

  The two of them set up their own rhythm and pushed her back and forth, they played with her. Orra still held her throat as he brought her face down for a kiss. Smith’s hands found her tits again.

  She gasped into Orra’s mouth, he thrust so hard into her, her Smith responded with an energetic thrust, she felt it in her skull. She was coated between their sweat. She felt her ass stretch; she was melting between these two men. She’d never had a double penetration and she now realized she missed a lot.

  She slowly felt the tension creep in Orra’s body and Smith was panting on her back. His fore head rested on her shoulder. His hands brushed through her damp hair and he slid one finger in her mouth as Orra flicked her clit with one hand. With every touch of his thumb on her clitoral hood, her body tensed uncontrollably, She felt a cramp but a cramp that was so sweet and she never wanted it to stop.

  Smith’s hands grip her hips so hard and I could imagine him leaving bruises. Orra’s hands moved to her breast, he held me still as they both pumped faster. She bit her lower lip with every move. They both went deeper and deeper, it was like they were competing for a trophy. She was shivering, as her Smith pumped, her clit embraced Orra’s pubic area. It was agonizing. She was so sensitive. She was so close and she could feel the orgasm rise up from her belly. Orra kept rubbing her clit as he pumped. They both pumped harder at the same time and she tipped over the edge, coming so hard. Her pussy clamped down as she did, they both hissed through their teeth, then Smith groaned, a long drawn out sound.

  Orra forced her chin up so she looked at him. Smith’s panting turned hoarse and then he lost control.

  “You are mine,” Orra said. Smith banged her with anger, he was jealous and enjoying her ass at the same time. He wanted to come in her ass.

  She nodded furiously, she didn’t care what Smith thought at that moment. She wanted to enjoy what they were giving her. She kissed Orra desperately, Orra came with a shudder, his hands laced through her hair and she felt his fingers shake. They all stayed pressed against each other’s chest for a few seconds and then fell sideways.

  She felt awkward as she looked at the two men. She was in between them. The feeling that she now belonged to them made her feel happy.

  *****

  Orra and Smith made their way to the restaurant. Linda was seated at a corner and they noticed her easily because of the way she was dressed. They were so tired and needed this rest. Orra looked like a train wreck; she looked at them with a smile on his face.

  “So what happened?” she asked as he sat down. Orra had just received another call from his assistant at work and had to get up to answer it.

  “Oh she just wanted an update on some files that I had to send,” he said.

  “Oh her God, not about your assistant idiot, about her,” she demanded. She had been chewing her nails while he was gone. A habit she had tried to get rid of a million times but she couldn’t. Linda Stone was a stunning woman, they were best friend for almost a decade. They had grown up together in the same neighborhood, with the same friends. They went to the same high school, college and even university. At around five feet six inches, she was a glamorous red head who could put guys to their knees just by a shake of her ass or the jiggle of her breasts. Round perky mounds that made teenage boys from 13 to men at fifty salivate at the sight of her. Notorious for dressing in skimpy clothes, Linda
Stone was thirty-five, mother of two and a divorcee. Her husband, sorry, her ex-husband had cheated on her with her sister and she had kicked them both out, naked, after taking some pictures. Currently she was battling for custody of her kids and winning almost more than half of what her Smith thought she would get.

  She was a strong minded, collected woman, older than her and perhaps the smartest woman she had come around in her life. She knew her way around men and she owned a successful business which consisted of interior designing. Apart from earning her own money, she was now the owner of a couple of estates, thanks to her cheating husband.

  She had two sons, Josh and Sam, both adorable, both amazingly smart and both twins. They were ten years old, and they were on their mother’s side, much to their fathers liking.

  “We kidnapped our surrogate mother.” Smith said

  “Wow, I can’t believe it, you guys; you landed a one so fast. So when are you meeting the doctor again?” she asked as she sipped on her ice tea.

  “It was Smith’s idea,” Orra said. Linda looked at them both and then covered her mouth.

  “What if she goes to the police?” she asked.

  She can’t go to the police because she’s a thief, that’s how we got her.”

  “I only did this for you.” He held Orra’s hand and looked him in the eye. He loved him and always wanted the best for him, that’s why he decided to keep the relationship a secret. It was the only way he could keep Orra by his side.

  “We are not meeting the doctor yet, gosh why would we?” Orra said winking at me.

  “You are such a tease,” she said placing her drink down and then picking up the menu card.

  “So what shall we eat?” Linda asked as she pondered over the menu. There is something you should know about her. No matter how much she eats, what she eats, she doesn’t put on an extra pound. This has been the case with her for almost all her life and I hate her for that.

  “I am going to order some meat,” she said.

  “I am going to order some carbohydrates,” Smith notified them smugly.

  “I hate your body,” Orra said to Smith vehemently.

  “Oh honey, if you were a guy, you would want to tear me apart,” he said arrogantly.

  “You arrogant bitch,” she said laughing.

  “I am confident in all of this,” she said shrugging and then snapping her fingers.

  She almost fell off her chair laughing. They ordered lunch and quickly finished it, since they had both skipped breakfast.

  “I thought we should go shopping,” she notified Linda as they made their way out of the restaurant. Smith kept quiet most of the time. He wondered why Orra hadn’t told him how the discussion between him and Mimi went. He didn’t want to ask, he wanted him to tell him about it but he was ignoring the topic all day.

  “So what did you and Mimi decide?” Smith asked.

  “I haven’t talked to her yet about it. I tried to, but I realized she was not yet relaxed. I want her to feel comfortable and be able to trust us.” He defended himself. Smith knew something was not right but he didn’t want to dwell on it.

  ****

  Mimi came from the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She already missed him, she was happy he was hers. She looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. She looked glowing and new. No man has ever made her feel this way. Before him she was celibate for months. He made her whole. She had second thoughts about her escape plan. She wanted to know why they locked her. She kept thinking of Orra, was she falling in love with him? She asked herself.

  Sexually speaking, he found a side of her she never knew she had. Sex had never been like that before and she always thought there was something wrong with her. She had never felt so alive or exhausted. Thinking of him made her horny. She lay on the bed.

  She decided not to deny herself the pleasure of the flesh. No more shutting away and behaving like a nun in a convent. She had a nice, long bubble bath with a glass of wine and she was all relaxed and chilled out. She was already aroused because she’d been reminiscing about the good times she had with him. She let her towel fall down on the floor as she looked at herself in the mirror.

  I’m still in pretty good shape, she thought. Her small breasts were still quite firm, her stomach was still nice and flat. Her ass was her favorite part of her body, no trace of sagging, and no cellulite just small and firm like she was a teenager. Her legs were still toned and shapely although she wished they were longer. She was turned on by looking at herself. She felt the heat between her legs starting to heat.

  She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly massaged her body lotion all over her body, starting with her arms. She felt all along her shoulders down to her elbows, on to her wrist and between each slender finger. She leaned down on her legs and smoothly stroked each of her calves. Even the jagged scar on her thigh looked sexy. It was a reminder from her sporting days. She massaged each thigh, not daring to touch or go higher to her groin.

  She raised her head to look at herself. It was her but a new person and she was hot. She put more lotion on her hands and lowered them to her stomach. There were no stretch marks. She swept her hands up and down and she fought the urge to take them between her legs. She could see it in her eyes, desire, lust and want. Her nipples were erect. She felt warm and inviting in her own hands. Sometimes she wished her breasts were bigger and fuller. Her aureoles had tightened; they looked like some alien landscape. She twirled her nipples between her fingers. They were beautiful, dark and proud.

  She felt her heart pounding through her chest and she was unable to wait any longer. The throbbing between her legs needed attention. She slowly teased her hands down her abdomen as she parted her legs. She was so wet that she could see her lips shine in the mirror. She was close to climax and she didn’t even touch herself. The alarm beeped and she stopped.

  Mimi could not stop thinking about Orra, something about him made her feel goose bumps in her body. She wanted to know him more despite what people said she felt she was ready for anything that would happen. The only thing she wanted was a chance to explore him. He was a man he had dreamed of as her prince charming; a man who slept with every woman was not a man to be desired.

  The more she thought of him, the more she wanted a piece of him. She wanted to have fun not something serious. She was not a dating kind of person but Orra had something she couldn’t figure out yet. Maybe I should keep her plan on hold and enjoy herself. She heard a knock on her door.

  “Hey, it’s Amanda, may I come in?”

  “Okay.” Amanda peeped inside.

  “I’ve brought you food. You don’t want to come out of your room so I will bring it to you.” She said.

  “Thank you.” She looked happy and was not in a hurry to leave. Amanda looked at her with suspicion and then smiled.

  “You feel at home. I can see that.” She said.

  “I just decided to enjoy what you have here. I will not escape even if I wanted to.”

  They heard footstep in the living room and heard people yelling. It was Orra and Smith. They were arguing. They both stood in silence as the two partners argued.

  “I thought this was going to be easy, but I was wrong.” Smith said.

  Mimi clutched the dress to cover herself as she tossed a question back, “What are you and Angela talking about?” Just a few hours ago, she would have never imagined that she would hear herself speak in that tone with Orra.

  “We didn't speak about anything, he ambushed me.” He turned away from her and Mimi watched him take off the jacket. “Which you would know if you had stayed another minute.”

  “I didn’t want to stay another minute after what happened.” She said. Amanda was lost in the conversation.

  “Dammit, Mimi, I told you that you didn't have to go.” He was yelling at her from the top of his voice.

  “I can’t believe you ran to Orra the moment I left.” Smith interjected.

  “I didn't run to him.” She threw her hands up, it seemed
pointless. Orra didn't want to hear her explanation.

  “Well, you seemed quite charmer.” Smith paced back and forth, throwing his looks that didn't reflect one bit of the plan that he claimed to have hatched. “So what did he say to you?” Suddenly, Mimi realized what this was.

  “You're jealous of your partner!” How could Orra be jealous of anyone?

  “I am not, that's ridiculous.” The expression on his face confirmed that it was true no matter what he said.

  “Is it?” she asked, her hands on her hips. Mimi had to know the truth, he owed her at least that. “Why did you guys trap me into coming to this home? When were you going to tell me about this?” She really was a stranger and they regretted how easy they had made it for her.

  “We can talk about this like adults.” Orra said.

  He closed his eyes and bowed his head for a moment, Mimi wasn't sure if he were sad or about to scream at her and her stomach churned in anticipation of either. “I should have known,” was all he said, shaking his head. “I never should have brought you here.” His eyes were cold when he looked at her and it was impossible to interpret what he meant.

  “What do you mean? You never should have brought me because I would find out the truth?” How could she ever have wasted one moment of guilt about her own profession, they were liars?

  “No, I just should have known that something like this would happen, you're new to this, you have no idea.” He walked toward her, his hands out. “This wasn't how I imagined this plan ending at all.”

  When he reached her, his hands felt as cold as his eyes were and Mimi shivered when he touched her. “Please, Orra, tell me the truth.”

  “The truth is that Smith had no business talking to you about that.” His fingers were like a vice around her arms.

  “I don’t think I can do this.

  Orra seemed to freeze in place and Mimi felt as though her heart was breaking in her chest.

  “I'm going to leave,” she spoke quietly, each word distinct, and her mouth was a straight line, her eyes seemed to look through them.