Alone at Last... 15 Blush Worthy Stories -- They Never Thought It Would Go So Far... Short Story Off Limits Romance Collection

by Gina Mint

  When I was done, there were hundreds of large boxes of groceries and clothing. I added a big refrigerator, a state-of-the-art oven, a spanking living room set and 2 king sized beds. I surveyed my merchandise and declared proudly, “I’m done.”

  “We’ll send them immediately to mom and Derek,” Dave issued the instructions to a robot.

  “And oh,” he stopped on his tracks, “I’ve bought a new house for them in one of the safest and plush subdivisions.”

  I glanced at him, dumbfounded. Did he love me this much? I closed the gap between us and shamelessly sobbed on his shoulders. I was incapable to believe that this was all happening to me. I had always thought I was the unlucky, unwanted one.

  “C’mon, babe, hush now, aren’t you happy?”

  “I’m deliriously happy!” I said amid my tears and laughter. Was this a dream I would eventually wake up to?

  “Let’s go stuff our empty stomachs,” he wiped my tears. “And yes, these are all true.”

  The food was to my taste, as usual. “Who’s the chef?” I asked him. “How come he knows my preferences?”

  “I know all about you,” he disclosed, his green eyes, gleaming brightly.

  Of course, he did, I thought. With his wealth and power, it would be easy to track down any person.

  “Can I visit all the rooms in this house?” I asked him. I wanted to explore the grandeur of his abode.

  “Hmmm, let’s see,” he scratched his head, “don’t be in a rush. You can discover each room, one day at a time,” he intoned.

  However, that night, when Dave had fallen asleep, I walked stealthily like a thief out of the room. I wanted to know more about him.

  The door that I managed to open led to a vast room that had numerous ticking devices. They blinked and hummed ominously on the walls, on the floor – everywhere. I pushed one button and there was a hum as an oval opening appeared on the floor. I stepped back, alarmed. What was this? A laboratory? My eyes stayed transfixed on the “hole” as a gigantic object with a green metallic sheen gradually emerged from the bottom. It was triangular in shape and glossy in appearance. It was as tall as a three-storey building and as huge as the War Memorial Stadium. I watched it for several minutes as it hummed and ogled me in return.

  I took a step back, frightened of what could happen next but tripped on a stool. I tried to keep my balance and held on to one of the extended bars. As I held on to the bar, another door slid open and I was swallowed into inky darkness. I fumbled my way around and my hands came in contact with a slimy, slippery object. I screamed my heart out and fell to the floor crying.

  The next moment, the brilliant lights were turned on and Dave was holding me in his arms. “I told you not to be in a rush,” he caressed my hair.

  “Who are you?” I screamed at him, my body trembling all over.

  I looked around me and the slimy object I had touched earlier was a green, gel like substance. “What is this?” I tried to get away from him. But he held me even tighter.

  “That’s my skin lotion,” he explained. “I’ll tell you everything when you have calmed down,” he held me lovingly and whispered words of comfort until my body stopped shivering in fright.

  “Come,” he led me gently to a chair.

  “This video can explain it better,” he said.

  A blank screen materialized and then an image gradually appeared on the screen. I stared at a green man with a green sharp eyes looking directly at me. He was tall and had human-like features, except his skin and eye color were green, and only a tuft of green hair was visible on his head.

  I tried to stand up when my fear overcame me anew.

  “Please, listen for a while,” Dave’s comforting voice made me sit again. He held my hand tightly and hugged me close to him.

  “If you’re watching this, it means you’re the chosen one. You have been selected as our mother conveyor, one who will continue to propagate our species with our alpha male,” the automated voice droned. I pushed Dave away, shocked, and manage to run a few feet away, but he swiftly closed in the distance and grabbed me by my shoulders.

  “I won’t hurt you, please listen,” he gently led me back to the chair.

  “We came from planet Ursa, a place millions of light years away from Earth…” a revolving green planet appeared on the screen, and a cloudless, clear sky came into view, with green people strolling on the beach and swimming in - what appeared to be an ocean. “We mean no harm to Earth people. We came to assist you to gain the technology and physical advancement that we have acquired through the years. You are the chosen one because you have a good heart, and would surely be able to understand our purpose.”

  Was this another dream? An alien? I was too stunned to react. Dave is an alien?

  “Tell me this is not true,” I cried in incredulity. I have come to love this man, who had given me everything I had wanted in life.

  “It’s true honey. I’m from Ursa, but there’s nothing to be afraid of,” he reassured me. “I love you and I’m willing to do everything to make you mine.”

  “I have planned to reveal this tomorrow before I plant my seed in you, but you were just too curious.”

  “You tricked me, didn’t you? You should have told me the truth beforehand,” I sobbed against his shoulders.

  “I didn’t intend to trick you. I merely wanted you to know more about me, so I could increase my chances. I have always loved you from afar,” he held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes. “And yes, I can read minds. See how wealthy I have become?”

  Realization dawned on me. That was why he knew everything about me. There were moments in the past when I sensed I was being watched and I understood now –a superior species was watching over me. I was the chosen one.

  “I’m not that ugly, right?” he managed to squeeze a smile on his sober face. “I just have a different skin color, and healthier. Our normal life span is about 200 years,” he boasted. “We’ll inhabit the universe and establish peace in all the solar systems.”

  Although my brain was unconvinced, my heart knew that having him beside me made me feel secure and happy. No human male of my own species was able to do that. My fear faded in the distance as he kissed me with fervor.

  That night, he shed off his human countenance. I was still frightful of how he would appear. He took off his rubber mask and his true face emerged – the green man. Green skin, gleaming, green eyes and a tuft of green hair on his head. Watching his genuine self unfold, I concluded he was not that scary after all. He was still uniquely handsome in my eyes.

  When he unsheathed his elastic skin, his green, emerald sheen glimmered under the lights. My eyes traversed shamelessly to his manhood. I caught my breath as it throbbed proudly at me – all 9 inches of it. My calculations may be wrong because it has grown even bigger the last time I saw it.

  “Come my beloved,” he carried me and dropped me on the spacious water bed. He ripped my undies and admired my nakedness with unhidden desire. I lay spread-eagled, hungry for his touch.

  He kissed me and as I held on to the back of his head to receive more of his kisses, he disengaged himself and showered my body with feathery kisses until he reached my wet patch. I grasped his meaty organ and massaged it with my fingers. I was more adept now. His cock pulsated hungrily in my hands and he groaned and rolled over.

  “Let me love you first,” he sucked the lips of my petals, and thenhe licked the area around it - repeatedly - until he felt my body respond. I lifted my buttocks to meet his exploring tongue. “I have to make you moist for the arrival of the male alpha,” he said, his voice hoarse with passion.

  His finger stroked my clit, while he inserted his tongue in and out of my moist pussy. He went up again to kiss my lips, while his fingers continued with their sweet onslaught on my love tunnel. Then he went down again, licking, sucking and fondling my love tunnel. My body was ablaze with desire. I wanted to be fucked badly.

  “You like that?” he crooned, darting his tongue inside my wat
ery hole.

  “Please, fuck me,” I begged, whimpering like a child. “Please, please fuck me.”

  “Your wish is my command, my queen,” he conceded, and rose from his position.

  He spread my legs wide apart and lifted my ass. He held his “weapon” on his hand and allowed its tip to muzzle the outside of my slit. My body was taut as a violin string, ready to be played.

  “Oh please,” I begged.

  “We’ll have to do it, slowly, or you’ll get hurt,” he mumbled.

  He began to thrust, but his dick was still unable to penetrate. I wiggled and rotated my hips to accommodate him. My pussy wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside my soul. His sweat mushroomed on his face as passion overcame him.

  “Please, ram it inside me. I don’t care if I get hurt,” I cried, the growing hunger in my groin more urgent than any impending pain.

  He took hold of my two legs and pulled me toward him. He spread them apart and slung them on each of his broad shoulders. Then he knelt and grabbed my ass to elevate my pussy to the level of his hips. I was wide opened for his incoming onslaught. He resumed his rhythm, inserting his cock into my ravenous cunt, humping harder and faster. He gave out animalistic groans as his cock delved into the tight folds of my crack. I felt the tip of his cock penetrating the sensitive labia of my vagina, inch by inch. Ah, it was heaven, and I wanted more.

  “Harder, please.”

  His face was red with rapacious craving and the veins on his forehead stood out on his sweat-drenched face.

  “Ahhhh,” he pumped, forcing his way through the tight opening. “You’re so yummy,” he groaned. “Hmmmm…so tight and slick.”

  His tempo increased as he slammed deeper and deeper into me until the full length of his throbbing cock was buried to the hilt. I felt my pussy welcoming his cock in a tight grip, enveloping his shaft delectably as millions of pin-prick sensations started to spread from my groin to my whole body. There was pain indeed, but it was attenuated by the incredible pleasure that his dick provided.

  He was suspended above the point of no return, wildly thrusting his huge penis into my love hole, relentlessly, over and over. His pubis slapped wantonly against my own as I thrust my own starving pussy into his rigid cock. His balls caressed my slit as he went in and out of my wet, tight pussy, making slurping noises. His grunts became wilder, and my moans became louder as we moved in unison to our own music.

  “I’m cumming,” he grunted hoarsely.

  “I’m cumming too,” I cried.

  We clung feverishly to one another, slamming our groins and our bodies against each other, straining desperately to attain our orgasms.

  And then it came. Waves and waves of orgasms wracked my body, and all I did was mumble and moan in delight as he continued to pound mercilessly at my trembling body with his massive cock. I writhed underneath him, unable to comprehend the enormity of my climax. It was as if the universe centered on me and all the nerve fibers in my body were bombarded with all the exquisite pleasures the world offered. It was an incredible experience I would treasure forever.

  He climaxed when the last of my orgasmic spasms surfaced, and I shuddered again underneath him. He groaned loudly as he dug deeper into the haven of my warm pussy. He shuddered several times in pleasure as he ejaculated joyfully inside my fecund womb. He showered me with kisses before collapsing atop my body. Our reflections on the wall mirrors were silent witnesses to our wild and passionate copulation.

  After a few minutes, he kissed me again full in the mouth and sucked my tongue, murmuring how wonderful I was.

  “I love you, my virgin, and soon to be mother of my child,” he kissed me again, and his greenness didn’t matter anymore.

  The End

  Story Ten

  Todd Stellar tripped over a cord as he entered the set. A light flared and then tipped. Todd reached out to try to stop it from falling, but bumped into one of the tech’s backs. The guy turned and shoved Todd back. The light casing hit the concrete floor and burst like a bomb. Glass exploded out across the concrete and the plastic of the filter popped up into the air before drifting back down like a jagged piece of leaf.

  People all around the set screamed out in surprise. Everyone turned and looked at Todd.

  The director said, “Get out … You, get out. And cut. Reset. Hurry up before we go over budget and I murder someone. It’s a damn butter commercial. This should not be this hard.”

  Todd backed away. His wife Stephanie spotted him and her eyes went wide. She was one of three buxom beauties in tiny bikinis on the set with a guy wearing some cross between a racing fire suit and something that Todd imagined Elvis or Liberachi wearing.

  Stephanie covered her face and Todd felt ashamed.

  He slinked back into one of the corridors under a set of empty stands. This set seemed to be one that was used for some talk or variety show when it wasn’t being used to film a commercial. It provided a dark place for Todd to hide after his major blunder. This was not how he wanted to celebrate his wife’s twenty-fifth birthday – ruining her commercial shoot. If he stayed hidden, maybe no one would connect her with him until they were already gone.

  The director rubbed at his forehead. Todd saw that the man was older with hard lines to his jaw. Todd guessed under fifty with a permanent tan. His dark hair was teased up and then combed back in sculpted curls. His muscles stood out on his arms where his sleeves were pushed up. Todd was a bit heavy around the middle. Sitting in an office chair all day every day handling accounts had not done much for Todd. Stephanie worked out regularly as an actress. Todd really had no excuse. Being a director was not a job with heavy lifting involved, but this guy was muscled to the point that veins stood out through his skin. If he wasn’t calling cut, he looked like he could be a body-builder.

  Make-up had come back onto the set as the crew swept up glass and hauled up another light.

  The director shouted. “Get that all up. I don’t need the girls cutting their bare feet. That is the last thing we need. Don’t give me that look. Just do it. Triple check and sweep it again. Let’s go.”

  The make-up team sprayed another layer of gelatin on the dude’s chest inside his open racing suit. It made him look sweaty and greasy. They dabbed moisture off the girls and smeared on golden accents to appear like tan in the sunlight. One of the girls wore a golden bikini. Another had a silver bikini. They were so narrow and showed so much tit and ass that Todd couldn’t imagine what channel would carry this commercial. His wife wore a stars and stripes bikini. She had a star over each nipple. Not very subtle at all. There was hardly enough material to put the red and blue stripes on.

  Stephanie had long, dark hair. Her eyes were dark too. She had on smoky eyeliner that accented the deep, sultry look. Her full lips were painted blood red for the commercial. She was all tits, ass, and muscle.

  Her tight curves again made Todd wonder why she had ever married a guy like him. He had gotten bigger since they got married three years earlier. She had gotten hotter. She was brand new to Los Angles right out of college. She rode a bus out to Hollywood with no prospects. Todd was ten years older than her. He had a steady job as an accountant and they ended up together before Stephanie really realized she could do better. She was better than he deserved. The sex was mind blowing, but he wasn’t sure he was always doing the same for her. Seeing her around hot actors every day worried him. He tried to double down on the oral to make up for what he lacked in manliness with extra enthusiasm. God knew he appreciated what he had in her.

  Todd thought he might be the only guy in history that jerked off to thoughts of his own wife. Sometimes it was thinking about her with other men, but it was almost always her. He could not imagine a hotter woman in all the world.

  One of the make-up girls was pointing at Stephanie’s chest and talking. Todd couldn’t hear what was being said on the set. Stephanie nodded. She reached down and pinched her nipples through the narrow material of the bikini top. She reached inside t
he cups and toyed at her bare nipples underneath. She straightened the top again and her nipples poked through the material hard and visible. That was the finishing touch apparently, Todd thought.

  The light came back on and after the actors were reset, the director called, “Okay, quiet this time and I mean it, assholes. Places and roll. Action.”

  The women pawed all over the actor. Stephanie’s hand traveled down the man’s sequined belly very near his crotch. Todd saw the fake stick of butter on the dish very near the man’s crotch like a bar of gold. It was angled out like it was meant to look like his golden cock. Todd couldn’t help but to imagine that this was on purpose.

  The actor said in a deep, booming voice, “I only butter my buns with the very best – Holsom’s Best Real Butter. Nothing says America like Holsom’s Best. Melts evenly. Spreads perfectly.”