Message-ID: <14736eli$9808281532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "NavigatorLS" Subject: {ASSM} Genesis [Scifi, mc, satire, M/F mast.] (8/100) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "NavigatorLS" X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bdcf8f$07e0fc20$LocalHost@ala.icon.co.za> Disclaimer and Copyright Notice: This story is intended to be viewed by adult audiences who are over the age of 21 years and who wish to view explicit and/or alternative modes or forms of sexuality or sexual activity detailed and described. If this does NOT describe you or if this kind of material is illegal in your jurisdiction or offensive to you, then DO NOT READ FURTHER AND DELETE THE CONTENTS OF THIS MESSAGE immediately. You have been warned ! 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This story/message may not be sold, or placed on a commercial site, nor on a site for which a person has to pay to gain access. All of this is subject to the condition that this story may not be distributed, archived, placed on a web-page or in any way or manner disseminated, displayed in/on or stored in any data storage device or form of communication/media in an incomplete or altered manner, save for reasonable grammatical changes and changes of format, or without this disclaimer and copyright notice being prominently displayed as part of this communication. It is expressly forbidden to use or communicate this message in a manner which would intentionally contravene the terms of the Disclaimer. Copyright © (1998) JL Abrahamsohn Day +1; The Heavenly Alarming Female Rides Again, Kagoshima City, Kyushu, Japan, 9h34 The sudden scraping noise of a door pushed forward (or was it pulled backward ?) jolted her alert. She could hear the sound of muffled voices beyond the door of her changeroom. Her mind quickly zeroed in on the communication. Voice #1: [Do you think we will be ready in time for the show ?] Voice #2: [That depends on whether the others get here in time. I do not think they are that far away. Another 15 minutes and they should be here. We were only a little ahead of them on the road.] Voice #1: [We had better be on time. This is our first show here, and it would not do to be late.] Voice #2: [Then we had better get started…] Ellie-May saw the doorknob turn, and a middle aged Japanese man with unshaven jowls and long dark hair stood gawking at her in surprise. His hair had receded from his forehead due to age. She leapt to her feet, and immediately remembering her condition, attempted to cover her palpable nudity. [And who are you ?] {I am the new employee.} [I see] said the man, looking her up and down. [Well, "Frank" did not tell me about this !] {Well, he wanted me to be a surprise.} [Well, m’darling, you are most certainly a surprise, and a pleasant one at that. I had no idea that "Frank" had the capability of providing my show with a performer of your calibre], the man said, reaching into the pocket of a carefully maintained, but well-creased, leather jacket, which sat comfortably around his paunch. [And I can see you are already prepared for your performance today. Nothing like hitting the ground running as you Gaijin like to say !] His fumbling produced a crushed box of Camel "unfiltered" which he proceeded to light, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. {+Uhhh !! What performance ?+} Ellie May thought to herself, in a panic, her face a resolute mask of unconcern. She felt her body moving towards the stocky little man, with a swaying seductive lope, a seductive smile spreading across her features. {+Ohmigod…here we go again…} she thought in a barely contained panic. He leaned forward, his mouth puffing furiously on his cigarette, as he watched her unbelievably stunning form move towards him. [Jesus !] He thought, [When the gods made this one, they broke the mould !] He found that his nose came up to where the plunging valley of her cleavage began. He saw that her nipples we large, thick and prominent. His eyes went from the perfect gourds of her tits to her immaculately perfect face in stunned amazement.[God, I love western chicks ! Nothing quite like baroquely structured white meat on a grand scale. I wonder if she will ever let me fuck her ?] He felt a tight ache in his groin as his slumbering cock began to unfurl within the tight confines of his underwear. His eyes dropped to her cleavage. She came up beside him and draped one slender lightly muscled arm; which looked exquisite, sheathed as it was in the lacy body suit, which emphasised its fleshy taut leaness. One finely boned hand came up and gently cupped his chin. He wrenched his eyes away from her tits, and found himself staring into the sky-blue wells of her baby round eyes. They were staring into his with a mischievious glint. Her teeth were perfect and pearly white in the sharp white daylight of Kagoshima City. Through the window Mount Sakurajima could be seen in the distance. But this volcanic peak held no interest for him, as he stared into the true-blue bewitching pools of her seductive eyes. {Now, honey} she purred {I need yaw full and undivided attention. If ya’ll want me to do a show that will knock the socks of you little fellers I need some props as I have certain requirements for ma little performance. I’ll whisper them in yaw ear, and then you can be a good little man and see that this gets done. I prefer dealing straight with the "Big Man".Do I have yaw undivided attention ma littl’ cupcake ?} Her glance flickered down for a moment, and she noticed that there was a prominent bulge in his tight leather pants. The nerve agent had seeped through her palm and fingertips, and already she could see a glazed look flowing into his eyes. The cigarette dropped from his mouth, scattering a cloud of blue ash, and bounced once, coming to rest, its red glowing ember gleaming like a distant beacon, on the concrete floor. She leant towards his ear and began whispering a ream of instructions into it. They made her hair stand on end, but her mouth and "voice" seemed disconnected from the sheer terror of what she felt about was saying, and what it meant for her two hours from now. His eyes widened as she continued to pour the details of her "requirements" into his ears. [Khee…ryst !!! This chick is really kinky!] He could feel himself getting even harder, painfully ensconced within the tight trousers. He shifted his legs to try and ease the pressure in his pants. He felt her sinuous tongue gently lick, just with the wet tip, the whorls of his ear. He could hear and feel her hot breathe on his ear. His tightening crotch became even more uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and sighed. He felt her hand leave his chin and felt her gentle fingers run lightly over his groin area. He moaned and gritted his teeth in yearning frustration. Then he heard the sound of his zipper coming down. Tender fingertips softly pulled his underwear down to where they were left to strain under his scrotum, baring his cock and balls. Her dextrous fingers soon brought his cock into the air where it could breath as it strained erect from his tight garments. She continued to lap delicately at his "saliva" slicked earlobe. He sighed again, a sigh of deep relief, when, at last her slender hand hefted his engorged cock in the smooth coolness of her palm and fingers. Using her elegant forefinger, she smeared his bubbling precum along the length of his heated shaft, and then grasped it firmly. Slowly, she began to jerk him off in the gentle cadenced rhythm that her hand sensors told her would bring him to an optimally eruptive orgasm. In her mind’s eye she could see the complicated "graph" of his steady ascent to the best orgasm he had ever experienced (or would ever experience by a human hand) manually engineered. Not even he would be able to jerk himself off as expertly as she was caressing his flesh, not even if he practiced for the rest of existence. The carefully exquisitely calibrated pumping, twists, turns, palming, fingertip diddling, and caresses where guided by her onboard "processors" and scanners. Her hand slowly speeded up until it was a flickering blur of massaging flesh. He felt as though she was tugging his cum out with her hand, like she was steadily, in a measured hand-over-hand manner pulling a bucket of water from the depths of deep dark well, that deep source being his prostate and gonads, which he could feel sharply tightening against his pelvis. Her body needed his assent to its whispered instructions quickly, and so brought him to an optimally manualised orgasmic peak in a short 5 minutes. Her pudenda twitched sharply as his deft orgasm caused a mini-eruption in her pussy, as an internal orgasm "popped" off inside her. She squeaked briefly as she came. For the first time she squirted her own "cum" through the head of her "clitoris", and she heard rather than saw the drumming sound of it fall on the man’s leather jacket. Her pungent odour filled the room and could feel the humid slickness between her pussy lips. < "sigh"> < I do so hate to rush this craftsmanship.> His cum arced across the room in white globs, splattering the floor and dribbling gobbets of semen onto her soft-skinned hand. She continued to knead hi organ. [Well, you certainly know how to be friendly !] She turned her head nonchalantly, towards the source of the voice while she continued to gently and deftly milk the man of the last dregs of his jism; and found herself staring at a pretty mulatto woman dressed in torn jeans and a skimpy halter top. Her arms were folded and she was staring at the spectacle with a wide grin spread across her face. Sho came out of his reverie as the last drops of his fluid flowed into Ellie-May’s palm. [Sigh] his chest heaved [This is…um…the new Gaij… I mean performer..] he tried to explain to the light brown skinned woman. [I can see that] the woman said, as she looked bemused at his state. [She certainly knows how to perform !] Ellie May looked at her in curiosity while she idly licked off the remnants of Sho’s cumm off her fingers and palm like a child, who having consumed its icecream, was perpetuating the delight by licking its hands clean of melted cream. {+I can't believe how good this tastes...I have never done this in my life !+} Licking the last of his jism, which was coating the back of her hand, she leaned forward, smiling, extending a another well-shaped hand. {Pleased to meet you, miss ?} Margie shook her hand. [Margie, and you are ?] {Ellie-May. Are you also a..um..performer ?} [I sure am ! Is this your first time hon ?] Ellie May nodded. Margie smiled broadly showing her fine evenly shaped teeth. [Well, sugah, you sure have the makings of a "pro" ! And a mighty fine body too from the look of you !] Her eyes moved up and down Ellie-May appraising her physicality swiftly and approvingly. [I didn’t know they made white folks as good as this !] She giggled, moving over to drape an arm around Ellie-May’s shoulders. [Tell me, honey] she whispered, a wicked gleam in her eye [Do you like women too ?] {I might} Ellie-May found herself grinning. Inwardly, Ellie-May grimaced {+ Ugghhh !+} [Good !] Margie smiled [I can see you and I are going to be good friends. Come, let me introduce you to the others.] Saying this, Margie led her out of the room towards the hammering and loud voices in the distance. They left Sho Hashimoto standing in the middle of the room, his eyes glazed, his shrunken cock resting in the cool morning air on the plateau of his balls, which remained protruding over the lip of his open fly,a beatific smile on his face. The soaked head of his cock gleamed in the white morning light. Nothing dribbled from it, and his trousers remained perfectly dry. Ellie-May had successfully drained his balls of their entire contents. 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