“You say you’re the manager. Prove it. Manage me.”
His eyes flare with my challenge. There is heat between us like I have never felt before, an attraction which demands a meeting of bodies. It intensifies over the following seconds, becoming something too powerful for either one of us to resist.
“You want me to manage you? I’ll manage you,” he growls, reaching for me, and standing me up in front of him between his legs. He is keeping control of me, but allowing me just enough freedom to do exactly what he wants.
I am excited. I have been taken outside my world and because of that I am free to do anything. Be anything. His next command makes me blush, but also increases my excitement even more, sending tingles of naughtiness rushing through me.
“I want to see you, Karen. I want to see your soft, bare body.”
No man has wanted to see me in a very long time. If he has, I've outright rejected him. I've had no time for men. I've had no time for anything besides sitting at home, going to work, and thinking I was doing the right, responsible thing. Now it turns out the universe is run by a clockwork madness in which there can be no right thing.
I feel lost. Afraid. But also, desired. The alien looks at me with the kind of hunger I remember from the brief days of what I believed to be my early twenties. I was young once. Attractive once. My hair was not cut in a short and efficient style, it flowed like a golden river over my back. Everybody smiled at me. I fell in love. I got married. I was lied to. Cheated on. And finally, divorced.
It was a mistake I will never make again. But I figure there is no real danger of falling in proper human love with an alien such as this. So I do as he says.
My sensible clothing falls to the floor. The white blouse I always wear because white is the color you can get to look the cleanest and starchiest, and it shows all flaws, so when you are flawless, others know. My blazer and the stiff skirt I wear to look professional follow. Shoulder pads drop beside them, followed by sensible beige bra and panties, peeled from my breasts and thighs without shame. He is looking at me with too much admiration for me to be shy of my body, which bears all the marks of fourty-five years of existence, all the softness, the stretching, the heavy weight of breasts which once sat much higher. Tyank gazes upon everything I have always sought to hide with an expression of admiration bordering on worship.
“Ah, you see, you are truly a fine woman in every sense of the word,” he says in that deep devilish voice which makes me want to give in to his every whim. This alien is charming me, casting a spell I do not want to be released from. Here, with Tyank, I am safe. I sense that in the very core of me, even as his fiery eyes roam my body with the strange hunger which in turn awakens my own desire.
I’m going to fuck an alien.
I’m going to let a beast from the stars inside me.
He seems to think this will be punishment, but it has been many years since I was ravished by a man, and never by one with the powerful musculature and absolute presence this one has. I will give myself to him. I will let him take me, and I will take just as much from him in return.
I wait for him to stand up and take his pants off, but it turns out that he doesn't need to. He simply flexes and the sharp blades which cover him from head to toe spring out, turning his clothing into instant rags which fall away as the blades retreat, leaving a very thick prominent ridge awaiting me.
His cock is incredible, a thick protrusion of silvery hardness gleaming at the tip with what looks like wet diamond dew. I find myself staring at it, the girth and length much greater than any human man. How will I ever take that inside me?
“Straddle me, human," he growls, reaching for me and drawing me onto his lap. I have never felt this soft and feminine before, totally vulnerable as my thighs spread to allow me to rest against his powerful body. I feel that rough ridge pressing against my lower belly as his massive hands roam my flesh, caressing, squeezing, exploring me. One hand drifts up my back, over my neck, snakes into my hair and takes masterful hold of my blonde locks.
I am held in place and Tyank captures me in a kiss. This is my first alien contact, his tongue snaking into my mouth, playing in an incredibly agile way with my own as his other hand cups my ass, pulls me up against his hard body - and then presses me back down.
My hips thrust forward, searching for that thick alien rod which I know must be buried inside me. He has no idea the need I have been repressing, or how much wildness resides inside my dour exterior.
Tyank
This woman was formal, stiff, cold, but in my arms she comes to fiery life. I worried that I might hurt her when I claimed her, for as much as she is mine to punish, I do not want to do her any real harm. I think she is beautiful. It has been far too long since anyone has matched wits and wills with me the way she does.
I kiss her and she kisses me back, our tongues dueling. She is so much smaller, inherently weaker, but I feel the power inside this woman flare against my own. No wonder my broodkin wanted her out of the simulation. She is pure trouble, inside and out. I caress her body, pinch her nipples lightly and watch her eyes light up and her toes curl, her thighs spreading of their own accord and her hips arching that golden topped mound toward me.
The scent of her desire hangs between us, her wet human need driving me near mad with lust. I wanted to draw this out, make it a matter of domination, but I feel myself pulled to her, my cock thick with desire, the head of my flesh finding the place where her body was made to welcome conquerors.
We let out a mutual moan of relief as I slide her down onto my impaling cock. She is tight. She is so fucking tight it is as though I can feel every part of her, her entire being wrapped around my dick. I look down into her pleasure flushed face and I hold her in place and thrust hard, sliding out and then in again, making her feel my cock all the way to the core of her.
Karen's head tips back, her mouth open in an O as I start to fuck her the way naughty humans who have to be disciplined by their alien masters must be fucked. Long. Hard. Deep. She grunts and whimpers, but every time I draw out to the tip, I feel her inner muscles drawing me back in. She loves this.
“You’ve been a bad girl all along, haven’t you, Karen?” I growl the words, my clawed hand fisting in her hair, her sex glazed eyes barely able to focus on me as she soaks my cock with her ample juices, her breasts bouncing with every well-deserved thrust.
Karen
What is he doing to me? I feel as though I am both deeper in my body then ever before, and all the way outside it. I am no virgin, but he is making me feel like one. It is as if my body is just now discovering all the peaks and possibility of pleasure which I so long denied myself, thinking my choices mattered, that if I were just good and followed the rules and made sure other people followed them too, then all would be well.
But it’s not well. It’s chaos out there, and now that chaos is shooting through my nervous system, giving me such intense pleasure I can barely contain it. I hold onto him with the desperation of a drowning woman, lifting my hips, spreading my legs even wider. I look down and see where our bodies join, where the big thick rod of his alien cock spears inside me, glistening with my juices.
Is this what I was made for? To be a fuck toy to an alien monster? It feels so right. I am awash in sexual perfection, and then he reaches down and starts toying with my clit, rubbing my juices into that hard little nub, and I explode in a cunt shaking orgasm, my entire body spasming until I feel a near nirvana of relaxation sweeping over me and I am left wrapped around his cock, cradled on his lap, held as if I matter.