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Greetings one and all, I’m JT, short for Jon Thomas. I’m over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf.

I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in a 20th Century Cat-house in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso.

I thought of myself as a personal assistant. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the pearly gates Saint Peter called me a pimp and sent me to purgatory. I’ve been stuck in Purgatory for the last ten decades. In order to redeem myself for having taken advantage of these poor delicate flowers and earn my way into heaven.

I have served as a protector for sexually adventurous women, ensuring that they are kept safe while they seek to satisfy their carnal cravings.

~~~

What’s up everybody? Do I have news for you guys.

If you have read my other reports you know about Sharon, the divorcee I was looking out for while she was getting her whore on.

I was working on another update on the stuff she was doing, when she found herself a new man.

All of a sudden she developed morals and values, and quit the slut life cold turkey. I’ll never figure women out.

Since then I’d been having a few slow months, until the other day Saint Peter called me onto his cloud and said, “I’ve got a cupcake assignment for you.

How would you like to spend some time on the Riviera?”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. The look on my face said it all. I was happy.

“What’s that look you’re giving me?” Saint Peter asked.

After I cleared my throat and lowered my eyes he continued speaking, and added this little nugget. He said, “This trans woman I like and her friend are going on vacation to the Riviera. I want you to make sure they are safe. Do whatever you have to do to ensure they have fun.

“Any questions?”

“No sir,” I said. “It’s just that after 100 years of you doing me with no grease, I thought I was about to get a plum assignment.

“And then you dropped that last part in there. You buggered me again.”

Pete just gave me one if those stares of his, and then said, “My purgatory, my rules.”

I just raised an eyebrow and said, “Yes sir. Your rules sir.”

So here I am sitting on the wing of this 777 jet that’s on its way to the Riviera, while Daisy and Dana are sitting in first class being pampered.

I’m not crazy about getting involved with a woman who’s in a man’s body, but at least Daisy is hot.

~

Later that day in Daisy and Dana’s hotel room:

I’d forgotten how slow and annoying it is to travel like a mortal.

After nearly nine hours of flying, the two women had to deal with customs. Then they had to survive a cab ride any New York City cabbie would be proud of. I’d had all I could take by the time we arrived at the hotel.

As soon as the girls were given this room I materialized in here. The ride in the elevator up from the lobby was too slow for me.

I’d been perched on the window ledge for several minutes when I heard the electric lock click.

As soon as they walked in and sat their stuff down, Dana started scurrying about the room.

She opened the curtains, pulled back the covers on the bed, and then checked out the water closet, and the bathroom.

Daisy just leaned against the desk with her arms folded, and she had an amused look on her face. When Dana finished her inspection of the room, Daisy cocked her head to the side and asked, “Does everything meet with your approval madame?” Then she arched an eyebrow.

Dana laughed and then said, “Yep, this will work.”

Daisy responded by saying, “Good, I’m going to freshen up, then I want to get something to eat.”

Dana was now busy flipping through channels on the TV when she responded and said, “OK, me too.”

~

Being the perv that I am, I immediately headed for the bathroom, so I could watch and sniff the girls while they washed up.

A few moments later Daisy came out of the water closet and joined me in there. When she slipped her pants and boy shorts off, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

She was as pretty, and as fine as any woman I’d ever seen, but she had a man’s package attached to a woman’s body.

It was smallish, with a neatly trimmed bush surrounding it. In every other way she was a woman, I mean the only thing she was missing was the musky scent that only comes from pussy.

To my surprise, the lite musky scent coming from her balls also appealed to me, and I’ll admit that my nuts started to swell as I watched her wash her she-cock, balls, and ass crack.

She looked sexy as hell.

As soon as she was finished, she walked back into the room and said, “I’m done in there.”

A moment later Dana was standing at the sink wearing only her top. My eyes locked in on her plump mound and the neatly groomed, short, curly hair escort beşiktaş covering it. Best of all was that musky scent that filled the small bathroom.

I inhaled deeply, and basked in the glory of the scent of pussy.

After saturating her rag with very hot water, she spread her legs and wiped back and forth over her womanhood. She then rinsed the rag, before briskly running it back and forth along her ass-crack.

A few minutes later they were dressed again. “That was nice,” I thought, as I watched the girls head out the door.

After getting a few tips from the hotel staff at the front desk, the ladies headed out to find some food and explore.

I decided not to follow them, since it was easy enough for me to monitor their situation by using my hearing.

In the meantime I decided to go sit on top of the Arc de Triumph and watch the Parisian drivers do their thing.

I’d thought I would need to check my pants during the cab ride from the airport. It nearly scared life back into me.

Sitting there on the edge of the Arc felt a lot safer than being in one of those cars down there.

Eventually I zipped over and sat on a beam about halfway up the Eiffel Tower and girl watched for a while.

~

Around 1am the two women had showered and flopped into bed. Both of them fell asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillow.

That was great for them but left me with a few hours to fill. Normally when I’m on assignment I try to hookup with someone who I can take human form with.

Since I’m not allowed to show myself to anyone who isn’t connected to the women I’m protecting, there may not be any pussy for me on this deployment

I may not be able to join in, but I can watch, so i decided to tour all the hotel rooms.

About an hour later I’d toured every floor, and there were only a few couples fucking. Believe it or not I didn’t find a single guy jacking-off, or a woman masturbating.

I finally decided to go hangout with other guardian angels until my girls woke up.

~

I was back on the window ledge when Dana started to stir around 6:30 a m. She snuggled up to Daisy for a moment or two, and then her hand started to roam.

I followed it as it burrowed it’s way under the covers like some alien lifeform. I could see her pinching Daisy’s nipples, first the right one, and then the left.

When Daisy didn’t respond, she started placing tender kisses on her shoulders, neck and face.

When there was still no reaction to her attentions, Dana’s hand once again began to explore. Now it was tunneling it’s way toward Daisy’s sex.

This was getting interesting, and I was getting turned on. I was also surprised that little Dana was the aggressor.

She had pulled up Daisy’s nightie, and kissed her way down to her navel, when Daisy stopped her and quickly hopped out if bed, before she said, “I gotta pee.”

Dana giggled and then said, “Me too.”

A minute or two later they walked back toward the bed side by side. It was amazing how similar their naked bodies looked, except for Daisy’s little half hard cock, which swayed from side to side with each step she made.

As soon as they were back in bed, it was on and poppin. Dana was laying partially on top of Daisy, while she kissed her and ground her pussy on her thigh. Now that it was hot and her juices were flowing, the scent of Dana’s pussy was strong, and filled the room.

After a few minutes of sucking Daisy’s tongue, she started licking her natural titties.

I’ve seen plenty of them in my time, and her’s are real. I don’t know how, but they’re real.

Things got nasty just the way I like them, when Dana got between Daisy’s legs though. I was expecting her to suck Daisy’s cock, when she held it in her hand and licked the tip, but was I ever wrong.

After a couple more licks across it’s slit, she put the head in her mouth, before looking up at Daisy and grinning. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

A moment later she had Daisy’s knees pushed up toward her chest, and she was licking her asshole.

“Well damn,” I said to myself.

The little minx was stroking Daisy’s shaft while licking ever nook and cranny from her nuts to her pucker.

It was obvious they knew how to get each other off. When Daisy started to thrash about, moan and talk to her, Dana crawled up on top of her, and sat on Daisy’s she-cock.

I could tell she knew exactly how to position herself, to make sure she got all of that cute little pussy poker into her.

She worked her little ass in a circular motion, as she rode that cock like a real cowgirl, and Daisy was telling her how good everything she did felt to her.

They went at it like that for what seemed like a long time, with Dana talking dirty and dominating Daisy.

I watched each of them cum more than twice before they’d both had enough, and Dana collapsed on top of her.

Apparently Daisy can have lots of orgasms just like some cis women can.

I had no idea about that. I guess it’s true, you’re escorts istanbul never too old to learn something.

After their lovemaking, the rest of that day, and the evening, was filled with them doing touristy stuff, while I went back and hung-out again, with the local inhabitants of purgatory.

~

The next day they flew to the Riviera.

It was about a two hours drive from Heres to Nice. I thought we’d never get there. I was tempted to go on ahead of them, but I toughed it out.

I sat on top of the cab this time, as we zoomed along the A57 and A8 highway. It felt safer up there than inside.

The hotel they’d chosen was small and well maintained. Their room was larger than the room in the corporate hotel they stayed in when we were in Paris. The service here was heavenly. As if I’d know what heaven is like.

I was looking forward to watching the girls tour, and look for celebrities in Cannes and Saint Tropez, but those two had a surprise up their sleeves.

Once the girls had gotten themselves sorted and refreshed, much to my delight I might add.

Instead of putting their clothes back on, and going for a walk along the Promenade, they put on swimsuits, grabbed their huge shoulder bags, and headed to the beach.

I floated along behind them, watching how their asses moved as they walked. Going to the beach was cool with me, since I was looking forward to checking out all the topless women.

I soon found out why they chose to go to the beach instead of the Promenade.

The women on the beach weren’t only topless, many were nude, and if that wasn’t good enough, some of them were trans. There were also cis men and women out there. The couples were made up of every combination you could think of.

This assignment was getting better and better.

I followed the girls to a spot that provided them with a good view of both the water and the beach. Obviously I wasn’t the only one planning to people watch.

It only took Dana and Daisy a minute or two to get sorted. All they had to do was spread their towels on the sand, and strip naked.

They were giggling like schoolgirls as they removed their bikini tops, before removing the bottoms.

It was pretty hot seeing them naked in public like that.

I sat in the sand at their feet, and listened to them talk, as they checked out the other people on the beach.

I was looking at them as well as the other sexy bodies all around us.

I never knew trans women could be so pretty and feminine until that day.

I took pride in the fact that the trans woman I was looking after was as pretty as any of them.

After watching them for a while I noticed that both of them were checking out the men, and paying little attention to the trans women.

They were talking about what their ideal lover would look like.

They had been eyeing this guy they both thought was good looking. Dana liked his cock, which was pretty big, even though it was soft.

Daisy was more interested in his face and body.

When he walked past where they were sitting a couple of times, they made sure he wasn’t looking, then they smirked at each other.

That was when I remembered what Saint Peter had said to me. “Make sure they are safe, and do whatever you have do to ensure they have fun.”

So I thought about what I could do to make both women’s fantasy come true.

I found them to be sweet and friendly, not all about sex all the time the way Sharon had been. I wanted them to have fun, and I could plainly see they wanted some cock.

The problem was, what I was considering doing was kind of against the rules, but I was on vacation. What better time to do something you’d never do back home, right? Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to be making anybody do anything they didn’t already want to do.

This is what I did.

I decided to materialize in my human form and try to seduce both of them.

I’m a tall strapping, good looking man. At least I was 100 years ago. So I met both women’s preference in that department, and I decided to use a little slight of hand when it came to my cock.

The schlong they would see was almost six inches long when soft, with sizeable girth and a big mushroom head, I knew they would like.

~

When I walked past them I winked.

A few minutes later I came by again from the opposite direction, I smiled at them that time, and they smiled back at me. I stopped and introduced myself.

Daisy was all smiles as I told her my name was JT. I complemented her, and tried my best to charm her pants off, if she’d been wearing any.

I was standing a couple of feet away from her. My big brown eyes staring into hers. I invited myself to kneel in the sand near her, and the three of us began to chat.

I positioned myself where both of them could have a nice close-up look at my cock.

It was clear they were interested in me, and our conversation lasted a while. When I sensed it was the right time, I asked them if they’d like escort bayrampaşa to do something that evening. Shortly afterwards we’d made a date to go dancing. Then I excused myself to return to my friends.

A few minutes later, as I walked away I heard Dana speaking under her breath, she said, “Daisy can you believe how perfect he is.”

“I know right?” responded Daisy. “It’s as if our fantasy guy came to life.”

After JT was out of their sight, I switched out of human form, and returned to my spot near Daisy and Dana’s feet. Both women were beaming with happiness.

I was looking forward to a very busy evening.

~~~

I was back in my human form. We had danced for a while and had some laughs, but Dana wanted to get down to business. So we headed back to the hotel early in the evening.

As silly and fun-loving as Dana normally was, she was serious about fucking.

As soon as we closed the door to their hotel room behind us, she was kissing me. Her kisses were demanding, and her hands were busy exploring my body.

When she grabbed my cock and gave it a few quick pumps, I said, “It will get as big as you want it to be.”

Dana stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, and then she asked, “For real?”

I nodded my head and grinned. I was having the time of my afterlife.

A few moments later Dana was holding my shaft in her hand, while alternating between licking the head and tonging the slit.

The whole thing was nearly nine inches long, and almost as thick as a cola can.

She had to open her mouth wide to get the head inside, and the tips of her fingers couldn’t touch the tip of her thumb with it in her hand.

She sucked it the best she could but she mostly pumped it with both her hands and licked it.

When I tried to fuck her I couldn’t even get the head in. The size cock she wanted was actually too big for her.

So I let a little bit of air out of it, and then it slipped in. I maneuvered past her cervix, and drove it home. She’s short, but her pussy was almost bottomless.

For the next half hour or so I got some of the best pussy I’ve ever had.

I can’t describe it in flowery language like some writers can. The best I can do, is to tell you it’s the kind of pussy that will make you come home early, or make you stay out late at night.

It sure was good to me, and having a cock that was bigger than I was used to, made it even better.

There’s nothing that makes you pump your chest out more than hitting bottom when you’re fucking.

To make it even better, her inner lips clung to my cock, so they were pulled away from her body on the out stroke, and then pushed into her opening on the down stroke, and she was loving it.

I’ll bet she must have cum a half dozen times, before I filled her pussy to overflowing, with the biggest load of cum I’ve ever pumped out of my nuts.

~

Meanwhile less than two feet away, in the same king sized bed, Daisy was licking her lips the whole time she was watching us.

She never tired of sucking cock, and she couldn’t wait to get her mouth on mine.

I rolled off Dana and laid on my back.

Daisy was looking at me with desire in her eyes. Having seen how she was when Dana fucked her, I knew she had a submissive side that came out during sex, so I spoke to her firmly, telling her to suck my cock.

Her expression changed to pure joy, before she leaned over and engulfed all of my now less than six inch long cock into her mouth, and cleaned Dana’s juices off of it.

The one benefit of my smaller size was, she could put my whole cock in her mouth, while she sucked and licked it.

She never moved her mouth up and down on it. Instead, she would apply suction then ease off slightly, before sucking on me hard again.

The sensation of being surrounded and sucked was constant. She did that over and over. More times than I could count. And I did try to count, in an attempt to distract myself from the pleasure she was giving me. I had to curl my toes to keep my cock from growing to its natural size.

Thankfully she sucked me for only a few minutes, before she turned her oral attentions to my balls.

Once she started licking and sucking my nuts, she was pumping my dick with her hand.

Thankfully it was easier to control myself while getting a handjob, than it was when she was blowing me.

All the while she was servicing me, her own cock was leaking pre-cum, by the way.

Finally it got too good to me and I started to moan and squirm. She joined her hand with her mouth and started to give me one of those blowjobs you see in porn.

She jacked me while sucking me, until I shot two or three good streams of cum down her throat, directly into her stomach.

After I nutted, I laid there breathing hard. Even though I’m not a living person, when I’m in human form, busting a nut still takes a lot out of me.

~

While I was recovering, Daisy and Dana were talking and giggling about what we’d just done.

Then Dana took Daisy’s face into her hands and pressed their soft lips together.

After they broke the kiss Dana said, c’mon over here baby, I know you need a release.

Daisy sat on the edge of the bed and laid back with her legs spread. Dana got on her knees and right away she began to pump Daisy’s she-cock at a blinding speed.

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Fashioned from curled rinds of flesh, twined sinew, dry and cracking. Sheaves of viscera rustle and flutter through her body in a breeze of movement; flakes and dust sift loose.

She has taken an eye.

Look there.

The eye whispers; she can hear its voice, sibilant and moist, from where it rests in the hollow above one cheek. There is a sodden weight to the thing, cradled in thirsty bone. It pivots in the socket, dilates.

Look–sstop. Tracks. Trackss.

The eye is lonely. It can’t be trusted, she knows this. But there is a kind of game to it; the eye must be mostly truthful if it is to have any influence at all.

She shuffles onward.

–

Her memory is a palimpsest of traces and impressions, each moment scrawled atop that which came before. She can make out only the past few days before the lines fade into a vague wash of smudged graphite. She does not remember how she acquired the eye, but she is sure it does not belong to her–it has not begun to wither or rot.

It mutters and plots when it thinks she is not listening. It hums snatches of unfamiliar melodies as it drifts into sleep.

There are corpses here, laboring beside the tracks. They wield sledges and pry bars, pull out the ties, cart off segments of rail in long wagons harnessed to great oozing mounds of fresh muscle. The muscle has been harvested in thick strips, lashed onto frameworks of scrap iron and animal bone. Here and there the end of such a component protrudes from among the ropes of raw meat, glistening.

The sun will be gone sssoon, it warns.

The corpses do not react to her approach, except occasionally to nudge at her with moldering muzzles as she passes, or turn yawning nasal cavities in her direction and huff like hounds. She ignores them, makes her way to a loaded and sagging wagon, seats herself among the lengths of old steel. The wood creaks and rocks beneath her as the bound muscle lumbers into motion. Darkness is falling. A lullaby echoes faintly inside her skull, like a dream.

–

The rail is being transported back along the inflamed seam of earth where the tracks have been dismantled. At one point her wagon rolls past the rusting hulk of a derelict engine, cast up now on a low hummock like a beached ship, overgrown with reeds and creepers.

The eye reports sight of small, scrabbling movements in the shadows of the ruin, and sharp-featured skulls peering out from the hollows. Scraps of tattered flesh hang from them like hair, it tells her, fluttering in the wind.

–

It is dark again before the wagon rumbles to a stop. At first there is stillness, as if the muscle has simply ceased to function in mid-stride. Then, sounds. Light footfalls pepper the ground. And something with a heavier tread, drawing near; she can feel the vibration carry up through the wheels. Rail shifts and settles beside her.

The eye is trembling. Light, light, it pants.

Suddenly the rear gate drops open with a crash, and some massive, powerful thing begins to scoop up the rail in careless armloads. She is jostled roughly as loose lengths of steel tumble around her. There is a ratcheting snap from one leg, crushed beneath the segments; a sensation like ripping canvas as bone grinds in the socket and shivers apart.

She clutches at the wagon and pulls, but she is caught fast. Seconds later the heavy steps return. She is seized along with the rail, lifted into the air. She flails her arms, claws at the steel with hands of bone and nail and gristle, but the thing seems unaware of her efforts.

Light! The eye suddenly freezes. It’s fire–no, it’s–they’re smelting the steel, smelting the ssteel…

She feels it, now. The heat is palpable; acrid drafts blow through the hollows and voids that riddle her body, and singe the frayed edges of her parchment skin. Desperation is taking hold. Something buried is rising up; something forgotten is beginning to show through the smears and scratchings. Her jaw creaks open and she draws breath, working her rib cage like a bellows. A rattling hiss emerges. She knots a fist of leathery muscle in her throat, drives the breath through more forcefully.

She screams.

The sound rings through the air, cutting the din of work and motion, and as it slowly dies away a murky hush settles down in its place. She senses an unknown number of heads turning in her direction. The eye moves restlessly, but seems reluctant to break the silence.

She can hear footsteps. They are unhurried, and uneven; lightweight, but not skeletal. She can hear the pads of flesh make contact with rough stone, where bone would skitter or scrape. She is surprised by the touch of fingers, and almost flinches away. They are soft, warm. Mysterious. They rest delicately on her face, for a moment, in stark contrast with her own coarse, brittle hide.

There is a continuous flow of small, subtle sounds from this creature–a muffled thrum like rushing liquid, the susurrus of escort çapa rhythmic respiration. Then, a voice: “I can’t believe…”

Pause.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

She feels a slight quivering, and realizes the eye is laughing. Or weeping.

–

He is a rarity. A living man.

He is a symphony of motion. Tiny movements, shifts and vibrations. He moves a hand, taps a foot. Turns his head. He breathes. Always, he breathes. The eye lingers on him for long minutes; it follows his flickering fingers, travels up and down the length of his body, studies the curves and planes of his odd, elastic skin.

It tells her of all these things and more, but it will not speak of his face. It refuses to meet his gaze.

“You have become shy,” he says. “You must trust me when I say it was not always so.”

The living man has an ornate lockbox on his desk. He turns an intricately wrought key and the lid jumps with an audible click. Pieces of glasss, says the eye, filed smooth around the edges, and chiseled into delicate shapes. He is handling the objects with care; he cradles one in his palm, lays a finger upon another… He is pondering.

“I am not the man I was,” he says, removing a translucent object. He rolls up his sleeve, applies a sharp point to his arm. The eye watches in fascination as the vessel slowly fills with crimson fluid. “I am more.”

He approaches slowly, glass in hand. His breath quickens as he draws near, briefly stops as he lays a palm on her shoulder. The warmth of his touch is strange and compelling; it stirs old memories, raises fleeting emotions. She craves it, despite the sound of brittle skin crackling beneath the light pressure of his fingertips.

“I am…” She is trying the words. Tasting them. They whistle through broken teeth, flat, toneless; they are drawn thin, past any sense of meaning. “Mmorr…”

“Yes,” he whispers.

He sprinkles a few drops onto one hand, and reaches toward her. His touch is warm and moist; the liquid sinks quickly into her flesh. There is a dark smudge now, just above her navel.

A curious twisting sensation is beginning to take hold, as of viscera and musculature shifting. Veins and arteries long unused, dry as old twine, seem to stir and creep like worms in warm earth. She touches her belly, lightly, with the tips of her fingers. Like writing in the dust.

The man takes her hand, drawing it aside. His other hand he lays between her legs, and where he touches her, there is a rustling sensation like a breeze passing through her body. It feels as though her flesh is parting before his fingers, folding away like the onion skin pages of a well read volume. Then there is heat, spreading out low in her abdomen. And moisture, seeping through desiccated tissue.

“See, now?” The man is close; his voice moves against her skin, warm as blood.

“You can remember this, I think,” he says, moving his fingers gently. They feel hot, burning her insides. Hot and slick within her. The blood, she realizes. He is applying his blood inside her body. The heat of it is creeping into her hollows and empty places. Her flesh begins to soften in his hands like warming clay.

She feels her lips part, and then a gurgling moan escapes her throat as he palpates her more deeply, working the revitalizing serum into her. The memory returns. It is her vulva he is working this lifeblood into. Her leathery labia he is parting with his fingers. The deep opening within, that he is probing with hot, pulsing digits. She feels a flowing inside her. Her inner canal moistens at his touch.

The eye is frantic. She can feel it twitching in the socket, this way and that. She tightens the confining bonds of sinew around it, turning the eye downward. Curious. She listens.

Red hand moving, wet and glisstening, it babbles. Our body is a dry lakebed of cracked and flaking flesh beneath his hand, moving up, smearing red and sslick along the way. He takes hold of our withered breast and the dusty flesh grows firm, absorbing the sspreading redness.

“I knew I could bring you back,” he says, squeezing her softening breast in his hand, feeling her nipple between his thumb and fingertips. This too she begins to recall; her nipple growing larger, more supple, beneath his palm. It tingles with newfound sensitivity at his touch. It hardens in his hand. She feels an urge to work her rib muscles, to draw in breath. She gasps with pleasure.

“That’s right,” he whispers in her ear. “That’s my girl. Come back to me.”

She tosses her head, feeling the need to arch her neck, and turn her face upward, lips parted. There is an iching, a sensation of tightness, and then a shuddering thump, thump, inside her rib cage. She feels a thick coagulate push sluggishly through the dry and brittle corridors of her unused old passageways. It is like dust and dirt churning to mud beneath a sudden rain after long drought. She takes breath after breath, istanbul escorts as the man moves his fingers within her, and with his other hand gently works her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple. He leans in and she feels his lips, hot and wet, upon the network of partially exposed tendons and pipeworks that make up her throat.

“Aaahhh…” she rattles, shaken by all she is experiencing at his living hands. Her flesh tingles at his touch. He feels like fire and water coming together, everywhere he lays his fingers upon her. The sensations spread over her body through newly flooded arteries.

She brings up hands of dried out ligament, glistening now with new moisture, and gropes, fumbling, for the living man. She grasps his arms, his shoulders. She feels his neck. She places her hands lightly on his face, and explores his soft, fleshy cheeks with her skeletal fingertips.

The eye is vibrating with alarm as she turns her face toward the man’s. She can make no sense of its mutterings. Her hands creep over the man’s features as he draws her near enough to feel his hot breath upon her lips. She feels his nose, his heavy brow. One eye, moving quickly beneath its delicate lid of living skin. He has it closed, in their embrace. His arms are around her, with a hand crawling through her brittle hair. He slides another down to caress her lower regions. He takes ahold of her there, seizing her buttock. His fingers quest into the crevice between, feeling her vulva, now flowing with a thick syrupy wetness. He pulls her in and holds her body tight against him, and she feels… something… press in upon her, throbbing with an insistent burning heat against her groin.

“I will claim you back from this undeath,” the man grunts, his mouth moving against her own mouldering lips, and she feels a thick intrusion parting her flesh down below. Her labia, growing softer and more supple now, stretch where once they might have simply torn apart under such an assault. She feels warm living flesh push into her body. His cock, swollen with hot blood, spearing into her, making her insides squirm and undulate against him like a swallowing throat.

“Unghh,” she groans, grasping at his head, still feeling around his face as she sinks onto his burning shaft. Her fingers feel their way over his eye, closed and twitching this way and that. They feel past the bridge of his nose. Then there is a space, a… void. She dips her fingertips into a deep crevice, and he jerks, crying out, and plunges into her fully.

“I sent it out to find you,” he pants, as she feels her way into the socket above his cheek. The eye–her eye–flicks over. It meets the man’s face.

He–I know him, it says simply. I was him. His face, with that eye I remember well, my brother. Thiss hole, this ssocket yawning, empty, dark and black, was once my home.

“I sent it out for you,” he whispers, plumbing her depths with his rock hard member, “and it has returned you to me, my sweetest.”

She feels viscous juices seep out around his stabbing thickness, and moans softly. He kisses her, pressing his tongue in between her brittle lips, to slurp wetly against hers, tattered and dusty as it is. Though it grows more moist and firm by the moment. She kisses him back, and suddenly it feels right to roll her hips slowly as he penetrates her. She works the flesh of her oozing vagina over his straining cock, sliding herself up and down upon him. Her cries grow more frequent and louder as his thrusts grow deeper and more powerful.

“Aahh–urhhg–ahhh,” she pants, her throat growing malleable as something like blood begins flowing more freely through her carotid arteries and collecting in the lesions covering her neck and face, forming little pools of fluid, mostly clear, but cloudy with wisps of red. “Aaahhhh,” she gasps, as he drives into her, and a few of the reddish upwellings spill over to trickle down her face.

Our body glistenss with droplets of red blood, the eye stammers. It smears over his chest as he slides against us, as our breasts press upon him.

The living man seizes her fiercely in his hands, gripping her hips, and thrusting into her. She feels his hard shaft strain within her, pulsing, and there is a sudden gushing of heat through her insides. Newly animated and stimulated muscles twitch and flutter against his girth, drawing his emissions inward. She quivers and jerks in his arms, holding onto him tightly, as waves of pleasure radiate through her body from that burning core where his seed has erupted into her womb. She is taking small, rapid breaths. She can’t get enough air.

“My love,” he whispers into her ear. His voice is different. Rougher. Older.

She looks upon him. He is withering, the eye muses. His skin grows brittle and furrowed even as we watch.

She feels aflame with vitality. There is something akin to burning oil coursing through her veins. Most especially in her loins, escort bayan etiler but also there are nodes of particular sensation smouldering up through her core, in her diaphragm, all tingling with a sense of electric connection. She feels a shiver run through her body.

Her tongue is growing moist within her mouth. Her throat wants to swallow. She does it, more than once. There is saliva flowing.

She places her lips upon the living man’s newly wrinkled skin, pressing in softly. “I… remember this…” She kisses his chest. Her tongue just touches him. He moans, an old man’s rattling sigh, as she moves lower. She comes to his navel and licks into it, tasting the knot of skin. The man’s penis rests upon her chest, wet and warm. It slides in between her breasts. They are soft and supple, now, squeezing in around him.

“Ahhh,” he groans, as she uses her hands to press the orbs together, enveloping his slick shaft in her flesh. She slides down, moving herself around his cock. She can feel him growing, larger, harder, once again, beneath her boney fingertips, between her seeping breasts.

A milky fluid leaks from his erection, dripping over our skin. He is wet with his own slickness, sliding in a trail of it along our flesh.

She opens her mouth as the man thrusts up, bumping into her chin. She turns her head down. He is thick in her hands, hard. His skin slips over the hardness underneath as she pulls it up and down. She brings her mouth to his erect cock, lays him upon her tongue. She tastes the seminal fluid flowing slowly from his narrow opening, sliding her tongue over it softly. She closes her lips upon him, wonderingly, and feels him shudder. The round head of his erection fills her mouth. It presses in upon her throat, soft but firm. She swallows instinctively, drawing it deeper. He is trembling, now; his swollen shaft throbs and pulses between her lips.

“Ohh god,” he manages to cry out, voice dry and husky. “Yes, my love…”

As she swallows, and his pre-seminal fluid thickly coats her throat, heat begins to radiate from the core of her torso, percolating through her neck, her belly. It feels like bits of flesh are knitting moistly together, all over her body. Lacerations are shrinking, as scabs form and skin closes over. Even her shattered knee is pulling together, as tendons and ligaments tighten around the fragments of bone and calcium grows like coral in the gaps.

“Take it… my love…”

She hollows her newly whole cheeks with the force of her suction upon the bulbous head of his drooling cock, and looks up at him. His sskin is cracking apart, whispers the eye. It is flaking away. Desiccation creeping inward from the extremities. Fine dust sifts from his fingers as they move over our firm, supple flesh. His legs wither from the feet upward. He is growing weak, falling to the floor.

As the living man collapses, she follows him down, suckling with ever more fervor upon his aching cock, as it leaks a steady stream of cloudy pre-cum, bathing her tongue as she wriggles it against him, licking along his length. She stretches her cheek with the head of his cock, until he pops out with a sound like a bone twisting loose, and moves down to suck his testicle into her mouth. She can feel the heat in it, the teaming, boiling life. She licks and suckles on one and then the other.

“Aaghh, yes,” he groans.

“Mmm,” she murmurs, slurping up his urethra. Her lips close upon his shaft and she slides her tongue over the turgid crown.

“Ohhh god,” he cries, tensing. His arms are quivering weakly. His face is drawn and gray. Only his cock still strains with vitality. “Take… it… Take it all…”

She clutches his girth with both hands, knitted over now with baby-smooth flesh, and sucks hard as his hips buck and jerk. His balls draw up tight, and then relax, releasing a thick stream of semen into her mouth. She feels his shaft flex strongly, once, twice. A third time.

Thick, viscous, creamy liquid fills her throat. It burns her tongue, her esophagus. She is swallowing as fast as she can, choking on it, like fire in her chest. She gasps for air around his cock, and it comes free, still spewing thick streams of pearly semen, onto her face now. It splashes across her cheek, over her lips. She is tingling where it touches her, inside and out. Her insides quiver and squirm as if shifting into action after long rest. She touches her face, smearing semen with her fingertips.

His cock, too, now shrivels before us, reports the eye. It is withering away.

“Ahhllll…” he groans, almost unintelligibly, “fooorrr eughh…”

She looks upon his stooped figure, like a supplicant before his queen. She and the eye regard him regally, bowed before her. He raises a bony hand, pawing feebly at her newly nubile thighs. She smiles down upon him, enfolding his frail fingers in soft, warm palms.

She remembers.

Their past life together fills her mind like a cloud of buzzing flies. Feelings, thoughts. Conversations, tender moments. His voice echoes through her head as the eye sings softly in its socket.

She holds his hand and he shuffles along with her as they walk out among the mounds of bound muscle, between piles of twisted slag and ancient scrap.

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Alexa watched as her brother, Andrew escorted in their new lab tech. Both carried the glow of satisfaction. She smiled at both of them in greeting. She would have to pull Grace aside later and talk to her. She was sure that her brother had treated her new friend well. After Andrew passed her, she caught Grace’s eye. ‘Meet me in the break room,’ she mouthed. After nodding, Grace followed Andrew into the lab.

Grace sat at her desk and snuck peeks at her new lover. She knew that having an affair with the boss, couldn’t be the smartest thing she could have done. Back home there were laws about such things and most workplaces didn’t allow that. Not that it deterred many people. But on this planet, she wasn’t sure what was proper and wasn’t. But she knew it gave her a secret thrill to have intimate knowledge of her boss.

Andrew tried desperately to keep his mind on the task in front of him. His chosen one was making it difficult though. Every time she glanced his way, he could feel the heat of her eyes on him. It was rather distracting to say the least. Maybe he needed to take some vacation time and take the delectable Grace with him. Maybe after a couple of days of taking her every way he could think of, would ease his awareness of her. Looking over at her, he caught her eyes. He watched as a blush spread over her ivory skin. Their telepathic link was growing even stronger. Oh, little one, he thought, you shouldn’t be tempting me. I remember all to well what it felt like to be buried deep inside of your wet pussy. The blush heightened on her face and her breath became faster. Andrew groaned and knew that he shouldn’t be tempting fate; that work was no place to be having those types of thoughts. But she was so irresistible. Sighing he tried to turn his wayward mind back to the task at hand.

Grace met Alexa in the break room. Her new friend was nearly bursting at the seams. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat down and waited for the inevitable questions to come. And she didn’t have long to wait.

“How did it go?” Alexa asked as she sat down across escort fındıkzade from her.

“Wonderful.” Grace said with a happy sigh. “Better than I have ever had.”

“That’s great. Did it help?”

“I wish. But I’m not sure that getting involved with Drew, is the greatest idea. It’s not commonplace where I come from. And this telepathic link between us, is rather distracting. I try not to think of any erotic thoughts but every time I feel his eyes on me, I can’t help it.” Grace ended in a wail.

“I can only promise that it will get better with time.” Alexa said with a smile.

After a long morning, Andrew realized that he wasn’t going to make it home without taking his chosen one. The intensity of his desire had only increased with every look that Grace had given him. So as lunch hour approached he waited for his sister to leave. She always had lunch with her chosen one every day. He was sure that they indulged in the same pastime that he wanted to indulge in with Grace. He heaved a sigh of relief when his sister told him she was leaving for her lunch. Quickly he followed her to the front of the office. As she paused at the front door, he stopped and spoke in low tones to her.

“Make sure you take a long lunch, Alexa. In fact you can have the rest of day off, if you want,” he coaxed.

“Really?” She replied. “You’ve got it bad,” she teased, before giving him a peck on the cheek. “Just make sure you lock the door behind me, little brother. I wouldn’t want any customers interrupting your pleasure.”

“Oh, I will,” he said with a grin.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun!” she said as she left.

After closing the door and locking it, Andrew took a deep breath, then he went in search of Grace. He found her in the lab working on a sample. Walking up behind her, he spun the chair that she was sitting in around to face him.

“What?” Grace squeaked in surprise.

“I need you right now,” he growled before covering her mouth with his. As it had happened the night before, she went up in flames. istanbul escort He certainly knew how to use his tongue, she thought.

“And I’m going to run it all over your little body.,” he growled before taking the lobe of her ear into his moist mouth. A rush of pleasure washed over her as he continued to suck on her ear before running his lips down her neck.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, before running her hands down his chest, to the edge of his pants. She toyed with the button for a moment before plunging her hand into them. He had said that he wanted her now, and she had been on the edge all morning. She was already so excited that she didn’t need his endless foreplay. She wanted him deep inside her, right now! Pulling her out of her chair, Drew backed her up toward his desk. When they reached it, he turned her around so she was facing away from him. Giving her a gentle shove, he had her draped over it on her stomach. Grace moaned softly, hoping that he was going to give it to her now.

“Oh yes,” he growled. “This first time is going to be fast and hard, little one. But don’t worry,” he continued, “I’m going to fuck your little pussy for the rest of the day.”

“But Alexa,” she started.

“Is at home. She won’t be back until tomorrow,” he finished as he pushed his pants down. Reaching over, he flipped her skirt up and growled. His chosen one hadn’t bothered with putting on any underwear. Placing the head of his cock against her moist cleft, he gave a deep groan and buried himself to the hilt. “Oh, yes! Damn, your pussy is wet,” he growled as he bent over her. “And I’m gonna fuck it hard.” Grace could do nothing but pant as he started hammering in and out of her. Almost immediately she was on the verge of climaxing under him. He gritted his teeth and pounded even harder into her. Placing his mouth next to her ear, he whispered softly, “You’re gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you little one? I want you to soak it. I want to hear the wetness of our bodies joining together.”

Wrapping his arms around her body he escort bayan fatih rubbed his hand against her hard nipples and sent the other one between her legs. After finding the hard knot of her clit, he rubbed it. Immediately he could feel her get even wetter and start to tense up as her orgasm approached.

“Oh yes. That’s it, little one. Come on…” he coaxed as he continued to rub as he pounded in and out of her delectable body.

Grace gritted her teeth and tried to stop her body from exploding. She wanted to enjoy it a little bit longer. Drew groaned when he realized her intentions. “No, little one. Right now!” he hissed in her ear. And to add fuel to the fire, he gave her the mental image of what they were doing.

Grace gasped as she received the image of them. She couldn’t believe how hot it was. She saw herself draped over the desk, her blond hair escaping from its pins; her new lover hunched over her, thrusting rapidly in and out of her. And the sharp contrast of their clothed bodies with the passionate lovemaking they were participating in sent her over the edge. Drew growled in pleasure as he felt her body go rigid and then buck uncontrollably under him.

“Yes, cum!” he encouraged.

“Drew!!!” she squealed, arching under him.

He pinned her down and continued to hammer in and out of her. Grace whimpered as she felt another climax sneak up on her. It was Drew’s turn to try and hang on. He wanted to send her over the edge again. But his body was more than ready to go over the edge itself. Fighting to hold on he straightened. But he wasn’t prepared for Grace to follow him. Reaching behind her she wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked her hips urgently against him

“Grace,” he growled urgently. “Don’t. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yes!” she shouted as her orgasm rolled through her. “Cum with me!”

“You asked for it.” he growled as his orgasm shot like wildfire through his system.

Grace screamed again when she felt the warmth of his climax. They hung together like that for a few minutes, trying to get their breaths back.

“Hmm, maybe that’ll tide me over until we get home,” he said as he nibbled on her ear. Grace squirmed with pleasure and felt him start to harden inside of her again.

“Then again, maybe not,” She whispered as she pulled his head closer to her and placed a moist kiss on his lips…

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