Torrid Teasers Volume 21

by Michelle Marquis, Cheri Valmont

  He seemed so very intent on what he was doing that she hated to interrupt him. When he completely undid the zip and let her vest fall open, she almost choked as he licked his lips, while gazing at her breasts.

  She swallowed. “How far are you going to go with this demonstration?"

  Zand leaned toward her body, his lips hovering just above her tightly furled nipple, before replying, “As far as the Mistress desires,” and darting his tongue out to lave her turgid peak.

  "Ahhhhhh,” Teena moaned and her body arched toward the heat of his mouth. She never imagined a ‘droid could seem so completely, well ... rampant male.

  * * * *

  Zand couldn't believe how responsive Teena was in so short a time. When he'd exposed her small breasts, he almost lost his train of thought as he tried to stay in character. He should probably tell her who he really was, but now that he had her into him, he didn't want to stop.

  Kissing and sucking his way from one breast to the other, Zand let himself savor the tangy-sweet taste of her creamy skin, letting his tongue explore every inch of it on his journey. He didn't remember how long it had been since he'd had this kind of response to a female. Pressing his rod at the juncture between her thighs, Zand opened his eyes to take in her reaction, and was pleased to see her golden eyes widening as he rubbed his length against her body.

  "Does this please you, Mistress?"

  "Um, yes, Zand One—"

  "Call me Zand, Mistress.” He wanted to hear his name on Teena's tongue.

  "Well, then, yes, Zand, it is ... uh ... pleasurable."

  Zand leaned toward her so he could kiss her plump lips again, until he had her moaning and thrashing beneath him, sending his hand down to knead her breasts. When he had her completely within his control, Zand let his hands caress down her body until he found what he was searching for—the zip of her skirt. Once he'd unzipped her, he trailed his lips down her neck toward her breasts, which he paid particular attention to, nipping and sucking on her peaks, before continuing his journey down her belly. Sitting up, but with his hips still snugly between her now quivering thighs, he prepared to do away with the rest of her clothing, not knowing how much longer he could wait to plunge his straining flesh into her heat.

  As he glanced up at Teena's face, he noticed she'd actually covered her face with her hands.

  "Is anything amiss, Mistress?” What had he done wrong?

  "I ... ah ... can't believe I'm doing this."

  "This?” Zand had to admit he was curious as to why she would be shy about sex.

  She peeked at him as she lowered her hands from her gleaming golden eyes. “I'm sure you won't really understand, Zand, but I can't believe I want to let you do my breaching."

  Zand's searching hands stilled in surprise and his gaze, which had fallen to what his hands were doing, flew back to her face. “Breaching?"

  She nodded her head, closing her eyes as if in shame. Zand moved forward, tunneling his arms under her body until he could look directly down into her now searching gaze, settling his hips between her spread thighs. “Are you telling me, little tech, that this is your first time with male or machine?"

  Teena's eyes glanced suspiciously at him now, pushing her ineffective hands against his chest. “Hold on, buddy, did your master program you to talk like that?"

  Zand pulled one of her small hands from his chest to bring up to his mouth for a kiss, seeking the warmth of her palm, watching her as he did so. Once he pulled his mouth away, he said, “First answer my question, then I'll tell you what you need to know."

  Teena tried to sit up, but Zand wouldn't budge; he had her right where he wanted her, partially naked and in his arms. For her trouble, he resumed his kissing until she lay wanton and spent in his embrace. He let his lips trail down her face and neck until he was again hovering above her sweet breasts. “Tell me, Teena.” Then, he placed a searing kiss on her nipple, still looking upward toward her face. With pleasure he noted the sudden increase in her erratic breathing, her body bowing upward as if begging him to continue his suckling. Leaning up on his elbows, Zand captured both her breasts in his hands, kneading the mounds roughly and periodically pinching her peaks, then lowering his head again to suck one breast as far into his mouth as possible.

  "Ohhhh, mmmmm,” Teena moaned and squirmed, rubbing her cunt against his rod.

  "Tell me, Teena,” Zand insisted, as he released the swollen captive from his ravaging mouth.

  Her eyes were unfocused now as she looked down at his upturned face. “Ye-yes, you're right; I've never been breached before. And I swore I would never let it be done by a ‘droid. Okay, are you satisfied?” His little tech was disgruntled now that Zand had forced her to admit her feelings.

  "Not nearly as satisfied as you will be, little Teena."

  "What!” Her suspicion returned to her heated gaze.

  Zand sat up, pulling his loose fitting shirt up and over his head, leaving the girl staring at his bare chest. As if against her will, Teena reached for him, rubbing her hands hungrily over the planes of his muscles; running her fingers through his black chest hairs. “You feel so real, Zand,” she admitted with wonder.

  Zand moved over the girl quickly, so he could continue his assault. She was delighting his senses, wringing every raw, sexual urge from his body, until he no longer felt in control of himself. He was amazed at the extreme hunger he felt at her joyful, yet innocent caresses. Jardem, he wanted her!

  Well, it was now or never. “I feel real because I am real."

  Teena's eyes flew to his face again. “What?"

  Zand grabbed one of her searching hand and brought it to his mouth for another kiss. “I'm the original Zand, Teena, not Zand One. I'm the master."

  "Noooo,” she cried and tried to twist away from him, but as Zand expected such an action, he grabbed both her hands, holding her down until her frantic twisting and writhing subsided. When her furious gaze returned to his face, she accused, “You lied to me!"

  Zand moved over to lay next to Teena's straining body, keeping her hands trapped within one of his and securing her legs close to him with his right thigh across both of hers. Before answering her accusation, he leaned toward her, nibbling on her earlobe as he resumed kneading her sweet tits with his right hand. “I just let your own assumption stand,” he whispered in her ear, before continuing to kiss and nibble on her ear and the nape of her neck when she turned her head away from him.

  "That's not fair,” she accused him, “I had no idea you'd built your Zand robots in your own image."

  "It's not something I advertise, sweet. Can you imagine my aggravation at the few women who found out, when they came sniffing around me, wanting to see if I programmed my pleasure ‘droids with my own sexual proclivities?” After that was said, Zand leaned over to kiss her mutinous lips. “Now, shall we continue?"

  "Continue?” she said as she looked up at him in question.

  "Your breaching."

  "But—"

  "No ‘buts', sweet; you did say you wanted your breaching done by a real male, didn't you?"

  "Yes, but—"

  Zand resumed his kissing, and between the light, sucking delight, he murmured, “No, buts, Teena, go with the feeling.” He laved and nipped a trail of yearning kisses up her breasts, neck, until he gazed down at her, letting the almost overwhelming hunger he couldn't explain or understand take him.

  Chapter 5

  Teena felt she wanted to swoon at the ravenous look Zand gave her. He wanted her. How could it be possible that a man of his station, rich beyond her imaginings, really wanted her? The little techie nobody had the perfect Kazphyrian male gazing at her as if he wanted to devour her. What could she say? She would be a fool to refuse him. Who better to accomplish her breaching than the male who, to her, was the perfect man?

  Zand had not waited for her to make up her mind, but took up his ministrations on her breasts again, kneading them gently, bending his head to kiss and suck on the twin peaks. “Say yes, Teena,”
he murmured between kisses.

  "Mmmmm, ohhhhh, yes!” she cried out as her body clamored for his caresses.

  "Thank, Jardem!” he shouted as he released her hands, so he could move to divest her of the rest of her clothing as quickly as possible.

  Before Teena uttered another word, Zand had stripped her bare, and she lay before him like an offering to the gods. “Mmmm, sweet,” he noted, as he positioned her to his liking, with her thighs spread apart, so he could cup her heat with his large hand. Looking up toward her face, he demanded, “Tell me what you like, desmar. What you desire."

  Teena started at his use of the Kantrerian endearment. She never thought to hear that word from a real male. “I ... ah..."

  "Do not be shy with me, Teena. This is your breaching. It should be the most special joining of your life. Tell me what you want from me."

  Teena sucked her breath when Zand's probing fingers explored her wet cunt. “Ahhhh, yes, yes!” she exclaimed when she felt the fullness his delving fingers created within her body.

  Zand leaned over to kiss her as he fondled the slick folds of her cleft. “Mmmm, that's it, desmar ... let your body enjoy what is its right to demand from me."

  When his expert fingers began to stroke her clitoris, Teena thought she would expire with delight. “Oh, Zand, Zand!"

  "What, sweet, do you like this?” he encouraged her as he increased the pressure of his hand on her body.

  As Zand rubbed his hips against her naked hip, Teena turned toward him, causing him to release his grip on her cunt and, instead grab her hips, letting him pull her toward him so he could rub his length against her. “Take it off!” she demanded.

  Zand needed no other direction from her; he moved with lightning speed to rid himself of the rest of his constraining clothing, until he was just as bare as she was.

  He groaned when Teena grabbed his hard length in her small hand, giving it a rough squeeze. She tried to remember all the things she'd observed in the films she'd watched about joining. One thing that had intrigued her was when the female devoted a good bit of attention to her partner's penis. The kind of attention Teena wanted to devote to Zand, right now.

  Teena shimmied down Zand's body, doing her own kissing and sucking, silently letting him know she wanted him to turn onto his back, which he willingly obliged her. She caressed the hardness of his straining muscles, over his finely sculpted chest, down over his taut abdomen, until she reached the object of her sensual journey—his swollen rod. Grabbing his stiff shaft, she glanced up at him to see those sexy gray eyes of his gazing down at her with anticipation.

  He wanted this just as much as she did. Positioning his rod with her right hand, she saw the fire of excitement leap into his eyes as she licked her lips, slowly opening her mouth and licking the engorged tip.

  "Arghhh!” Zand shouted as his hips bucked in response to her caresses. “Teena, yes!"

  At his encouragement, Teena began sucking on his rod with relish, savoring the salty taste of his natural essence. Zand cupped the back of her head as if to help guide her in her actions, but she needed no guidance. She reached down to caress his sack, as she continued her oral onslaught on his penis.

  Before she was ready to concede, Zand begged her, “Stop, desmar!"

  She retained her grip on his rod, but glanced up at his enraptured face. “Why?"

  Zand cupped her face in the palms of his hands, holding her mouth away from his body. “Because if you don't stop, you'll have the evidence of my extreme desire in your sweet mouth. Come to me, Teena,” he pleaded.

  With one last, longing look at his penis, Teena let Zand pull her up toward his face, which was flushed with the heat of his desire, until she was stretched on his body, soft breasts to his hard chest. How glorious the feel of his supple, toned muscles against her oversensitive flesh.

  "Kiss me, Teena,” Zand requested, pulling her face up to his for the requested caress.

  She stretched herself, feeling his arms encircle her, one holding her breasts snugly against his chest while the other one trailed down to knead the globes of her ass cheeks, rubbing his rod against the soft triangle of curls guarding her cleft. Teena's own arms slid around his neck, and began kissing his face with the exuberance of the abandon she felt at his heated fondling.

  How glorious to feel his tongue in her mouth, his fine lips slanting on her own, returning her kisses with as much relish as she was delivering to him. The only sounds that could be heard within the sparsely furnished office for the next several minutes was their combined erratic breathing as they kissed and caressed each other with increasing urgency.

  Zand flipped Teena over; he was back in the dominant position, leaning over her as he continued kissing her. He gave her one last soul-sucking kiss, before he trailed his hot kisses down from her face, nipping and sucking on her skin as he explored her collarbone, causing shivers to erupt all over her body. With his arms tunneled beneath her shoulders to raise her to his mouth so he could feast on her breasts, Zand sucked and pulled, licked and nipped, until Teena was writhing and twisting beneath him, begging unconsciously for him to do what he would with her. But Zand had far from finished with her.

  Teena's belly clenched, as he made his way down her body with his planet-shattering kisses raining down on her sensitized skin, until he was where he wanted to be.

  "Open to me, desmar,” Zand requested, as he slid his big naked body down between her thighs.

  Her body responded automatically to his sensual demand, her thighs fell open, leaving her vulnerable to his desire.

  She was fascinated by the look of hunger on his face as he gazed down at her cunt. “Luscious, sweet,” he murmured, as he slid his arms under her buttocks and up over her thighs so he could hold them apart, and let his eyes explore to his heart's content. “Mmmm, so wet.” He leaned down to kiss and lick the folds of her cunt.

  The sight of his dark, beautiful head down between her legs, causing such havoc with her body, had Teena panting and moaning with sexual agitation and longing. Her body jerked and arched as his tongue and lips seared a trail of electrifying kisses along her slick cleft, her hands moving up her body until she grabbed her breasts and kneaded them with abandon. Her movements had captured Zand's attention, because he encouraged, “That's it, desmar. Caress yourself, harder, sweet."

  With his prodding, Teena pinched and twirled her own nipples as hard as she liked, hearing Zand's groans against her body as her actions were in turn urging him on to lick, suck, and nip on her clitoris and cunt with ever increasing pressure.

  Teena felt her body clenching, her muscles tautening, as her excitement shot higher, until she was grinding her cunt against Zand's marauding mouth; and he didn't desist. His tongue moved faster and faster against her, concentrating on her clit, the heat in her body centering right where his tongue and lips worshiped her. Until, suddenly, a blinding light exploded behind her tightly clenched eyelids, as her body's desire crashed over her and she screamed, “Oh, Zand, Zand! Ahh ... ahh ... yesssssss!” And he still didn't desist, until he'd let her ride out her long and excruciating climax.

  When she lay panting helplessly, trying to regain her composure, Teena glanced down to see him watching her with dilated pupils in those sexy gray eyes of his. He was still kissing and nibbling softly on her clit as he let her recover, but if he kept that up she would be getting worked up again soon.

  "Now, desmar, we will find our pleasure together this time,” he informed her, as he rose above her, positioning his penis tip at the wet opening of her cunt.

  Teena's eyes were riveted to the sight of him sliding the tip into her unbreached vagina. He was trying to give her unaccustomed muscles a chance to expand and adjust, but she could tell by the pained look on his beautiful face that he was having difficulty restraining his need to breach her, and quickly.

  "Zand...” she whispered, and his eyes flew open to look at her, searching her features. “Breach me..."

  "Arghhhh...” he groaned, as he answered he
r plea physically, slicing through her unbreached body with a jerk of his hips as he impaled her with his spike.

  "Ahhhh ... ahhhh ... yes, oh ... Zand!” she cried and grabbed at her hair, as she felt him grab her hips and repeatedly buck and jerk into her body until her muscles were clenching and tightening again, and she exploded in another glorious climax.

  * * * *

  As soon as Zand felt the clenching of her tight cunt pulsing around his cock, he let himself go; he could no longer hold back the climax her body wrung from his own. Pumping as hard as his body demanded, Zand pounded into her receptive body, glorying in her moans and cries as she responded with joyful abandon. Before he knew it, Teena was screaming again as another climax ripped through her sweet body.

  Zand roared, “Yessssss!” and leaned over her, letting his body weight rest on his elbows on either side of her face, so he could look down on her and watch her expressive face as he slammed into her again and again until his climax hit him with the force of a bilging ram and he flooded her vagina with his hot spurting seed.

  Jardem! He let his clenched body muscles relax, letting his weight rest lightly on hers, so as not to crush her. He'd never, in his thirty-four centras, remembered having such an intense climax as he'd just shared with Teena. Only his body and soul understood his driving urge to possess this girl, for Zand did not. How, out of all the females on Kazphyr, was this the female his body demanded he desire?

  Even as the thought hit him, he felt his dick harden, still held securely in her body.

  "Oh...” Teena whispered, as she must have felt his stiffening rod.

  Zand leaned down to kiss her lips, swollen from his previous kisses. “Oh, is right, desmar. Shall we continue?"

  Teena slid her arms around his neck to accept his kiss, before encouraging him, “Mmmm, yes please, Zand...” And before she could say the last word, he bucked his hips, sending his cock pounding into her warm, welcoming body again.