by Lexi Hots
No longer was there a skinny alien in a space suit standing before me. In its place stood and amalgamation of human male perfection, everything that I fantasised about was standing there before me in the flesh. Yes, in the flesh – the alien had transformed into a muscular young Adonis and was completely naked. My wide eyes feasted on his chiselled face and piercing green eyes. I marvelled at the width of his muscular shoulders and deep chest, his perfect washboard abs, and thick muscled arms. His thighs were like tree trunks and his calves were bulging muscle. And then I was completely floored by the enticing piece of man-meat dangling between his legs, that near foot long sausage that made my mouth and other orifices water. Whatever this alien was, it was an artist.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist if he made a move on me. Hell, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making a move on him. But I remained rooted to the spot, my mind and heart outdoing each other in a frantic race to nowhere.
“So what now?” I managed to ask after what seemed an eternity of awkward silence.
“Now An-Gel-Aa show To-Ar-Ya everything humans do.” The dreamy hunk said in a deep and sexy voice that sent rivulets of shivers down my back. Yes, it-he did speak this time.
“You... you want me to show... show you what to do?” I gaped at the naked man-god before me.
“Yes. To-Ar-Ya knows nothing.” He said huskily. “An-Gel-Aa must show me everything.”
A few more shivers ran down my body, and I could have used a few shots of whisky right then. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and assess this unbelievable situation. I had the dreamiest hunt of man stand naked right before me, at my disposal to do whatever I liked with him. What did I ever do to deserve this jackpot?
A wicked though crossed my mind, and I’m sure this alien would pick it up, being able to get into my head and all. I figured that since this alien knew absolutely nothing about human sex, I could have the time of my life here with him, real slow and easy, real smooth and sexy. Damn, I did always wonder what it would feel like to have a guy jerk off to me, just as they do when they watch porn chicks performing. Wouldn’t it be fun to have this super stud here do that while I filled his head with all sorts of lewd things about me? Oh, fuck! The thought of that was making me so wet.
“Lesson one, Tory.” I purred at the stud. “Worshipping the woman of your dreams -are you ready?”
“I am always ready, An-Gel-Aa.” His green eyes glittered and he grinned.
“Great!” I clapped my hands. “The first lesson is what every man on Earth does until he meets his first woman – and that it jerking off to the anticipation of that moment. I’m going to teach you how to jerk-off while you fantasize about fucking me.”
“I will do everything that is required.”
“Oh yes, you will.” I gave him my sultriest pout. I noted that his cock had begun to rise, just like any man’s would. Oh, how I wanted that beautiful meat stick deep inside me. But no, I was going make the most of this, make this last a long, long time. This alien was going to get the full course in human sexuality.
“I sense some change in this appendage.” Toraya gestured at his rising penis. “Is this the reproductive tool of the human male?”
“It is, and its more than just a reproductive tool, it’s a pleasure giving tool, baby.” The heat flushing through me as I said that made me feel so giddy. “Now listen to me and do everything I say.”
“I hear and obey.” He nodded and his cock twitched.
“Wow! You’re almost full erect.” I licked my lips and took a deep breath. “This is too good to be true. Now, put your right hand on the underside of your cock and slowly stroke up and down that rock hard length. Yeah, like that. Slow and easy, long and lazy strokes... see how that cock is responding to that touch; it’s getting harder and bigger. Oh, god... it’s going to be so great riding that... monster. But not now... now you’re going to jerk yourself off while you think of fucking me. Yeah, wrap those thick strong fingers around that rock hard girth and stroke up and down the shaft length. Umm... place your left hand under those huge smooth balls and roll them in your fingers softly as you stroke your shaft with your right. How does that feel, Tory... feels good?”
“Uhh... yes.” His sexy voice had a throaty edge to it. “Doing this makes me feel good... more so when I look at you, and even more with you looking at me.”
“That’s the best part about human sex, Tory...” I smiled sexily. “It’s not just a physical act, its more sensual and mental... that’s what makes it so special.”
“This is very good, An-Gel-Aa... I am learning this well... and I sense it is only the beginning.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby. It’s only the tip of the iceberg.” I gave him a long and wicked wink. “And speaking of tips, I want you to slowly pull back on that hood over your cockhead and expose that red hot cherry completely. Now spit into your hand and lube up that red hot plum for me. Yeah, yeah... that’s it baby, get it all hot and shiny... all slippery and slimy. Swirl your palm all over it, feel the nerve endings come to life. How does it feel, baby?”
“Oh, this is so... so ecstatic... so... uhhh.” The stud whimpered and dropped down to his knees.
I knew it was going to be a wonderful climax, so I put on a show for my enterprising student. I stripped out of my jeans and top and stood completely naked in front of him. Never been much for wearing any underwear, I couldn’t have felt more glad now than I ever did. I was so wet; rivulets of my sticky love potion ran freely down my smooth thighs. But I wasn’t going to give into the temptation yet, not when I could keep on playing with my new toy like this. The gorgeous hunk was breathing hard and his huge muscles were really tensed, and I decided it was time to get him to let off some steam.
“You’re doing so well, Tory... and now it’s time to make it all come together, yeah. Keep twisting your right fist over your gleaming knob and now grab your shaft with your other hand and stroke it up and down. Start slowly and then increase the tempo... yeah, yeah... like that... good boy, yeah. Up and down, up and down... pound and pump, pound and pump. Oh god, you’re a natural, baby. Oh, look at me while you beat yourself off... look at these full, pert breasts.... look t my quivering belly... and... oh, and look at my pussy... so wet and gushing with hot juices for you... oh, yeah... yeah.... that’s it, baby... that’s it. Keep stroking it, keep stroking your cock... harder... oh, harder.”
“Ohh... urrhhh.... aagghh... gggghhhh... An-Gel-Aa.... An-Gel-Aahhhhh”
“Oh, yes... yes! Come for me, baby... cum hard.... oh cum... cum all over me.” My eyes nearly popping out of my head, I never have seen a cock spew so much spunk. I couldn’t help myself. I had to dive down between his muscular thighs and get that delicious alien man-sauce in my mouth. Mmmhhh! I couldn’t believe it. The flavours were nothing like I ever tasted before. Wow, this was something really special and too good to be true. Was this some kind of dream? The hot and tasty spunk splashing all over my face was all too real, as was the hunk and his oh-so awesome cock. It was still rock hard and his fist kept pumping up and down over it as the last few trickles of sperm oozed out of the huge slit of his cockhead. I couldn’t resist flicking my tongue over the deep slit to get every drop of it. I felt him shudder as I did that. He was looking down at me, and I knew he was reading my mind. And boy, was he opening up his mind for me... he was more than ready for the next lesson, as was I. It was time to instruct him on how to do what he did to himself to his mate next. I could see that his eyes were already lit up with the anticipation of that lesson, just as much as his cock was up and ready for it. And was I ever as eager for it too, and that I will tell you all about in the next chapter.
Story 72
“Oh my God, what am I going to do now?” Jill put her face in her hands then peeked through her fingers, hoping the giant stack of bills on the kitchen counter would somehow shorten or just vanish.
No such luck.
They were still there.
Some of them bore the words L
ast Notice in bright red letters that practically screamed out that she was fucked. In fact she wondered why the people who sent those letters didn’t just buy a stamp that said that very thing.
She was fucked.
And badly.
Claire, her roommate and best friend, looked up from the Pop-tart and ice cream combination she was wolfing down. She swore it helped her to feel better but Jill couldn’t see how. Then again Claire was naturally thin and very athletic, so she didn’t have to worry about what would happen after she ate that mess.
Claire said, “Get a job. One that pays like really good.”
Jill sighed. “I would if there was anyone hiring.”
“You know Margot?”
Jill frowned, “The woman your dad just married?”
Jill nodded. “She works at the massage parlor, maybe you should try there.”
“A massage parlor?” Jill’s face wrinkled in thought. “Aren’t they basically prostitution rings?”
Claire said, “Not the one Margot works in, it’s like a spa and they always need people to help out. It’s got a good reputation. I mean I know some massage parlors have a bad reputation but that one doesn’t. I even checked it out when Dad told me he was marrying Margot. Can’t be too careful, you know. But nobody has ever gotten into any kind of trouble there or anything and if they were doing anything shady they would have already gotten caught you know. They’ve been in business like forever.”
Jill said, “Well, I have to do something or I’m totally screwed.”
Claire whipped out her phone and said, “Hold on let me call her for you, she was just saying the other day they could use some help.”
Jill said, “Now wait a minute. I’m not sure I want to rub on strange guys or whatever.”
Claire said, “No, don’t worry. They need someone to like run them towels and clean up the front room and stuff. It’s just part-time but it’s not hard work and it pays pretty good.”
Jill said, “Okay, what the hell. I will give it a try. I have to try something.”
She sighed, frustrated. It was bad enough her grants were so small she could barely afford her tuition, she’d lost her barista job after she’d had to take on a huge load of classes whose schedules didn’t let her work the hours that the coffee shop needed her to work. Then she’d lost her second part-time job—working at a movie theatre, and for the same reason.
She said, “Please tell her about my crazy ass hours too. I mean I don’t want to get a job there and then get fired again.”
Claire said, “I’ll tell her, just hold on…Hi Margot! Hey, you know Jill right? Yeah, her. She needs a job super bad so I told her I would ask if the one you were talking about was still open. It is? Yeah, sure I can send her down right now, no problem. Awesome. Cool. Thanks Margot. Hey, tell my dad I’ll see him next weekend for brunch. Bye now.”
Claire stuck her cell phone back in the pocket of her shorts and said, “Margot says they still need help and they need it today. It pays daily in cash but you had better get down their pretty fast if you want it.”
Jill stood. She asked, “What should I wear for a job interview there?”
Claire ran her eyes down Jill’s long lean frame. Today she wore a pretty yellow sundress that clearly highlighted her tight waist and long lean legs. Her tanned skin glowed and her blonde hair was piled high atop her narrow head. The only makeup she wore was a dab of red lipstick and a little mascara on her naturally thick eyelashes. “I think you look just fine. Just go. Do you know where it is?”
Jill shook her head. Doubt assailed her. Could she really do this? Take a job at a place like that?
The prospect of another week of subsisting on a steady diet of ramen and tap water, or going out on a date with some weird guy just to get a free meal was hardly exciting either. She took a long breath and blew it out. “Okay, what’s the name of it? I can put it in my navigator.”
“The Happy-Go-Lucky Massage and Spa,” Clair said cheerfully. “Don’t get all weird when you get there. Don’t tell them you got fired a bunch either. Margot is cool and she’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
“It wasn’t really my fault I got fired. I’m trying to get a good education you know. And I don’t have a great scholarship like you have. Sadly.”
“Hey,” Claire’s eyes showed sympathy. “Maybe next year you could try out for the team and then you’d have a scholarship too. I know it upset you when they wouldn’t give you anymore academic scholarships but you know sport scholarships aren’t something to be ashamed of, they just mean you’re good at using your body and your brain.”
Jill gave her a hug. “I’m sorry if I sounded bitchy. I might at that. They are reducing so many scholarships next year I might not even get the grants or scholarships I managed to get this year.”
Neither of them bothered to mention Jill’s parents. They’d been angry that she had decided to go to college instead of going to work for her father’s lucrative string of furniture stores, and angrier when they’d found out she’d planned to go to college so far from home. Claire had been in the room when Jill had gotten a few awkward and angry calls from her parents so she already knew that Jill could not ask them for help, although they could most certainly have afforded to help out their daughter.
Claire said, “I’ll find out what you need for tryouts and stuff, if you want.”
Jill nodded and said, “Thanks again. I really appreciate it Claire.”
Claire went back to scowling at her laptop and spooning that disgusting mixture into her mouth. “No worries.”
***
Jill wished she could believe that. She had plenty of worries. She had taken to parking her car a few blocks away just in case the dealership had sent the repo men after it, and while Claire had said she could float the bills for the first of the month that didn’t mean that she could afford to not get paid back for that.
She headed out and walked along the narrow streets, past the drifting crowds of college students and professionals that all lived in that section of downtown. The parlor was about seven blocks away and she was glad for it because she could barely afford gas and with it being so close she didn’t have to waste any to get there.
Her walk was quick and purposeful. Her skirt swirled out around her knees. The air was crisp and mild and a smile played along her lips despite the dire situation she was in. Things might actually be looking up after all. If she could have even one job that understood her schedule she would be in a better place than she had been lately.
The parlor was located in a bright pink building. The awnings were silver and rose and the whole façade screamed tackiness. Jill hesitated. Was this really the smartest thing she could do?
Probably not but it was the only thing she could do so she took another deep breath, marched to the door and opened it. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dimness and to her relief the place looked like any spa—long rows of comfortable chairs sat about and a well-dressed man sat in one of the chairs, sipping at a bottle of soda. There was a long shelf filled with aromatic oils on one wall, and the floor was a shined and polished expanse of hardwoods.
A tall woman with a stunning figure and alabaster skin approached. Her dark blue eyes surveyed Jill and her mouth, painted a slick glossy neutral color, parted in a smile that revealed square white teeth. “Hello, you must be Jill! I recognize you a little from the wedding.”
“Oh right, when you married Claire’s dad.” Jill extended a hand. “How are you?”
Margot chuckled. “I have been better. So, welcome to the spa. Gina’s around here somewhere…oh there she is…” She gestured to a slim and petite woman with dark hair and a pair of shorts cut so high that a slim crescent of ass cheek showed beneath each raveled hem.
She turned around and Jill stared as she caught sight of large breasts straining against a bright red silk halter top. Margot said, “Gina, come meet Jill.”
Gina approached. She smelled like sandalwood and lilacs—an odd but enticing comb
ination. She held out a hand and Jill took it. Margot said, “She’s the one Claire called about.”
Gina’s eyes went up and down Jill’s body and a little smile started on her face. “Great. It pays fifty bucks a day, cash. You need to man the front desk, check them in, it isn’t hard, all you do is write down beside their names that they showed, and get their money. All appointments either have to be paid by credit card at the time of booking or with cash upon arrival. There’s a big red C next to their name if they already paid with a card, and a small green c, you know—like money, if they have yet to pay. It isn’t hard at all, like I said. You need to fetch them water or whatever they want to drink, there’s a small refrigerator behind the desk, and a coffee pot and cups and stuff over there,” she pointed a finger and Jill’s eyes followed it. “Then when we have an opening bring them to the back. Make sure they are where they are supposed to be. They can get funny if they want a certain girl and get someone else. If they requested someone it is written down beside their names. Ok?”
