ere fought
by the working class and poor and they got their rich-boy deferments.

       "I thought we had an agreement..."  said Dick, a typically balding,
overweight white man who treated the world as if he was entitled to
run it.  Not attractive by any means, Dick could only get sex from
high-priced, discreet Washington prostitutes.

      "Of course you did.  You were meant to.  Oh those countless boring
conversations about your family and friends I endured in the country club
locker room, just to win your confidence. But you see it paid off.  Over time, with
patience and martinis, I lured you into offering to 'hire' me to do your
dirty work... none of which I ever intended to do, Dick.  The sole purpose,
as you now see, was to get you to give me the very rope by which I could
hang your sorry, fat white ass.   I recently gleaned the few last
pieces of information I needed to put the last pieces of the puzzle in
place... and the fruits of my labors you see before you."

                    One fat, trembling hand rose to Dick's neck to loosen his
tie which felt all too much like a noose.  "The records of my donations for
the last twelve years."

                      "Fat man, you are too modest. Not just donations.
Records of your illegal transactions and voter rip offs... records that
indicate to me not just the end of your 'brilliant' political career and spotless
record and reputation... but twenty to forty in an orange jump suit if I'm
not mistaken. Oh think of the calamity.  You beautiful young wife out there
in the suburbs reduced to a dildo for a husband while you  become the prison
bitch for some big black gang.  I have connections in the legal system
who would ensure the character and qualities of your bunkmates, I assure
you. And what about your darling children... perfect beauties.  Johnny, your
pride and joy and chosen successor, on his way to Harvard... or was it Yale?
Obviously, he would have no political future when his father was exposed as
the contemptible corrupt fraud that you are.  And your other son, Danny. 
Only thirteen, you have such high hopes for him.  I recall you talking about
how he was just starting to get interested in girls.  A bit late, you said, but
you were relieved, having wondered if, perhaps, you'd done something wrong. 
What would he do without his father as a role model?  Ah, and the girls,
Missy and Sissy.  Twins only twelve years old, yanked roughly out of their
comfy private school environment and thrust into the harsh world of reality
because suddenly Daddy is a con. Poor Dick Sanctimonious.  Your ass, as
they say, is grass."  Mr. Black flashed a toothy, sadistic smile that scared
Dick.

                     Dick shook his fat, sweaty head, a lock of greying comb-over
hair fell across his pale, damp forehead.  His dull blue eyes blinked.  "I made some
mistakes.  Hurt some people.  Took the easy way to the top.  Okay, so now I
pay for it.  How much do you want?"

                      Luke laughed out loud in a deep, full bass belly laugh that shook
the room... and Dick Sanctimonious's bowels.  Luke and shook his head,
"You stupid Cunt.  I have more money than I know what to do with.  This is all a
game for me, dont you see.  I own you now.  I own your future. And if you want
to stay clear of wreck and ruin, you will give me whatever i want."

                   Dick slammed a fist onto his cherry desktop.  He wanted
more than anything in the world to slug the black fucker, sure he was a well-dressed
spearDicker, but Dick was certain he was just another dumb nigger under all
the posturing and pretense.  But Check knew he was trapped, at least for the moment.
"All right you bastard... just tell me what you want!"

                  "I want many things.  But for starters, I want to fuck
your son."

                  Dick sat bolt upright in his custom designed leather
chair. he couldn't believe what he had just hear.  "You want what?"

                   "I want to shove my cock up the virgin asshole of your
thirteen year old son.  I want you to sit and watch as I force my big black
dick into his tight little rectum and he screams with pain as inch after
inch of cock turns his ass canal into a whiteboy cunt."

                   Dick had never been an athlete in college, but he was out of
his chair and over his desk in an instant.  He never expected to encounter
a Hung Gar expert.  Luke hardly lifted an arm, and poor Dick found his
fifty year-old flabby body lying on the oriental carpet in extreme agony, breathing
heavily from the mild exertion and solid impact.

                    "Hung Gar, a form of kung fu  descended from legendary
martial arts expert Wong Fei Hung, hero of China.  I could have broken your
back. Dont be stupid again, bitch. Now, shall I pick up this phone and call the
police?  Or do you pick up the phone and send a car to pick up your cute
young son from school?"

                     Tears filled Dick's beady blue eyes.  Tears not
shed in many years.  Unmasculine tears.  Republicans didn't cry.  "Don't do
this... please dont do this.  Something else... there must be something else
you want instead."

                          "Oh as I said, there are many things I want, but
nothing so much right now as to plow the asspussy of your thirteen year old
son. If you do everything I ask of you for a few months... I shall leave you
and your family to your secrets and your ill-gotten gains.  If you do not
comply with my every wish, I'll destroy you.  Its just that simple."

                         "But why my son?  He's not gay... he's not a pervert."

                        Luke laughed.  "You stupid twat... you don't understand, do you?
I am a black man.  A prime specimen of the superior race.  To a black man,
every white man is practically a woman, their little white peckers are like little
clits compared to our man-sized cocks.  Especially femmy little whiteboys like your son.
From the moment I saw your sons creamy smooth ass globes in the locker room
at the country club, I knew I had to fuck him, watch his squirm on eighteen
inches of fuckmeat, split him open... turn him into a bawling mewling
boypussy.  Call it my hobby if you like.  And after all, when all is said and
done, what harm will it cause?  You will have your job and family, and your
son will have an asshole the size of the Lincoln Tunnel.  Big deal."

                   "Why would you want to hurt an innocent thirteen year old
boy?"

                    "The thrill of the fuck.  The fun of breaking a slender
young honkey and watching him writhe on my throbbing black cock.  The
satisfaction of knowing that you will have to live with the fact that rather than
go to prison, you watched your own son turned into a dickditch. Now I foresee
about twenty minutes of protest from you, then another half-hour or so of
crying and begging, and then the light of reason will dawn.  So your boy is
assfucked.  Isn't it worth it for him to retain Daddy's corrupt fortune and
his honored position in the social registry?  We all suffer a bit to
succeed.  Think of this as the price your son has to pay for his future
happiness.  Then make the call"


                 It turned out as Luke had predicted.  Dick groveled,
begged, threw up, sobbed and, in the end, acquiesced.  Dick Sanctimonious,
for all of his tough political rhetoric and power was, at heart, a coward.  Now
his thirteen year old son Danny stood before him.  The kid was blonde and
pretty in that still somewhat androgenous way that boys and girls are when
on the cusp of puberty.  Slender and young-looking for his age.  He still wore
his prep-school uniform - a short-sleeve button-down white shirt, a emblemed
navy blue coat, matching shorts and high socks with patent leather shoes. 
It was an outfit that often got him laughed at and pushed around if he every
left the safety of the private school to eat lunch.  Often the lower class
minorities that littered the urban area would yell out to him in their "Ebonics"
broken English, calling him all sorts of words he only vaguely understood as
insults, things like "sissy" and "homo" and "faggot".  His hair hung in casual
disarray over his smooth forehead and his father's blue eyes flashed from
behind the strands of gold.  He nose was delicately curved with fine flaired
nostrils, and he had a perfect pouty mouth with what Luke liked to call
cocksucker lips.  Luke was an expert on cocksucker lips.  He could spot a kid
at the mall say, thirty or forty feet away and know at once that the kid had a
perfect mouth for facefucking.  "That boy's mouth was made to suck cock." 
He would remark.  The boys had to be forced at first of course, few of them
thought of themselves as facepussies.  But, with practice and time, most of them
became expert little boy dick slurpers and Luke, as usual, was right.

                 Danny Sanctimonious was a born cocksucker if Luke had ever
seen one. His smooth angelic face almost screamed "Fuck Me."  And the way
his ass cheeks rode high and arched, hidden now of course by the preppy
shorts, betrayed a true boycunt in the making. Danny Sanctimonious was the kind of
boy who was pure torture to any self respecting pervert. One could barely
refrain from ripping the boys clothing off in public and plowing the tender
bare assed body into drooling submission. Luke intended to turn Danny
from a healthy, normal thirteen year old boy into a grunting, slobbering
teenage fuckhole.

                 "I've been honest with you Danny, because, honest to God, I
dont know what else to do.  The future of your mother and sisters... of
your older brother Johnny and yourself as well as mine is at stake.  I cant make
you do this, but I can say that if you help us out, for the rest of your life I will
make it up to you.  I swear. "

                 It was Danny's turn to blink bright blue eyes.  He jammed
one dress shoe-clad toe into the carpet.  "You want me to let this guy... do
stuff to me.  Sex stuff?"  He couldnt' believe the words forming in his own
mouth.  He couldnt fathom what his dad was asking.

             "Oh Christ, Danny, I dont even know how much you know about sex.
I know I haven't been very good in that area as a dad.  I guess I figured you
would learn about it in school and from your friends like I did.  And
now... oh shit......."  Dick Sanctimonious broke down and cried in front of  his son.
Luke sipped scotch and studied Danny's fragile body, glimpses of which
teased from beneath the preppy clothes.

              "What, exactly, does this guy want to do?"  Danny asked, his
mouth suddenly very dry.

             Luke leaned in. "I want to fuck your cute little whiteboy ass and have
your full young lips wrapped around my dripping, black, monster dick.  You will
become a cocksucker and an ass-fucked faggot-boy.  You will do this to save
your dad and your family from ruin.  You really have no choice, young man."

                       "But I like girls. I'm not gay."  Danny protested,
studying the face of this monstrous pervert.  It was not unhandsome.

                       "That's exactly why I want to fuck you.  It wouldn't
be any fun for me if you were gay.  But to turn a nice clean-cut straight boy
into a sobbing dick crammed faggot... that is a real pleasure.  Now, shall we
get on with it?"

                         Danny shuffled his feet nervously.  A trickle of
sweat ran down his smooth soft neck into his tee shirt and across his
boyishly flat chest. The cheeks of his face turned slightly pink.  His
tongue licked at his full lower lip.  "Do I gotta, Dad?"

                   "I dont know of any other way, son."  It was a lie of
course.  There was another way, but Dick Sanctimonious was prepared to watch his
thirteen year old son get ass fucked rather than face prison himself.  At least
Johnny would be spared from this, he thought oh, so mistakenly.

                     "Will it hurt?"  the boy asked, sounding very young
now, almost a baby.

                    "You bet your sweet boycunt it will hurt. " Luke
laughed.  "it will hurt worse than anything  else you will ever experience.
in your life.  It will feel as if you are being ripped apart. You may black
out in fact.  I have a huge dick, and I fuck hard.  Lots of women cant even
take me in their cunts..imagine what I am going to do to your tender little
shithole?  Those little asslips will be stretched beyone endurance. You will
feel sure you are about to die..you may even want to die.  After all you are
being turned into a girl.  And when it is all over..your ass will never be
the same again. It will always be part ass...part cunt.  "

                   To Lukes complete delight both father and son sobbed
now.  They hugged and sobbed as Luke's big dick twitched in his pants.
"Well I cant fuck the boy until he is naked."  He said impatiently.

                    "Eh..do I take off my clothes, Dad?"  the boy asked not
wanting to speak to or look at Luke.

                    "Luke wants me to undress you son.  Its part of his
sick game." So Dick Sanctimonious uncovered his boys smooth pale body,and as layer
after layer of clothing fell to the carpet, the politician marvelled at
just how young and fragile  the boy was.  The tummy was flat and smooth and
soft as velvet, the chest had little definition, the nipples looking pink
and lonely on the hairless torso.  The indentation of the boys shoulder
blades, the soft hairless moist armpits.  The sad sad face  sniffing  and
crying, snot running from the  darling pug nose.  The eyes wide and filled
with fear like a fawn in captivity.

                 At last the thirteen yea rold stood in only his boxer
shorts.  His dad knelt  in frotn of him and with trembling fingers tugged at
the waistband  of the plaid cotton undergarment.  over boney boy hips  the
material slid, down across the curve of the pale pink boyass until it
puddled at the kid's naked feet.  Danny put his hands over his prick and
balls and shut his eyes, too humiliated to look at his father and the
monster man.  "Please God, let this be a nightmare," he pleaded silently.
But when he opened his  tear filled eyes, he found himself naked in his dads
office.

                    "Very nice, " Luke whispered, licking his lips of
scotch and rubbing the drooling buldge in his pants. "Dick you may go over
and sit on the couch.  Danny I want you to turn around and face me.  Now
step a little closer.  You have a very beatiful body..almost more like a
cunt than a boy. Maybe you should have been born a cunt like  your twin
sisters Danny insead of a boyl.  Have you ever wanted to be a girl Danny?"

                  The boy stood naked in shock, his hands covering his
genitals.

                   "when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.  Have you
ever wanted to be a girl Danny.  Have you ever wished you had a pussy
instead of a cock?"

                    "No..."  Danny mumbled, biting back tears. The room
spinning.

                     "No, sir!"

                    "Noi sir."  sniff sniff.  Danny's figners gripped his
tender hairless ballbag more tightly.

                       "Never wanted the older boys to take you on  dates
and kiss you and shove their big teenage pricks in your tiny little hairless
pussy?"

                      "No sir...I'm not gay."  Danny was a wee bit defiant.
Luke would have to take care of that.

                      "Take your hands away from your dick and balls Danny
and put them at your sides. "  The boy hesitated too long for Luke's
liking.  he was off the couch in a flash and one hand lashed out and slapped
the boy hard. The next instant he was seated comfortably once again. Dick
buried his face in his hands and cried. The left side of Danny's cheek
glowed bright pink. "When I give you an order, hop to it twatface."

                           Danny moved his hands revealing a  beautiful
pink smooth  penis and balls.  A tiny patch of blonde hair had sprouted above
the cockroot.l  the balls were still hairless and baby soft.  the dick hung
about one inche flaccid cut ,and very all American.

                  "Very Nice...you have a nice little dick for your age.
Now I am going to ask you some questions Danny, and I want honest answers
from you.  If I ever find out you have lied to me, all of your work will be
in vain and your father will rot in prison. Do I make myself clear?"

                "Yes sir."   Danny felt so terribly vulnerable, he didnt
know what to do.  The man was looking right at his cock and balls.  Right at
his most private parts.  Danny had just recently had his first cum and was
terribly shy about his developing sexuality.

                 "Danny have you ever fucked a girl?"

                   "For God's sake, Luke, hes only a kid..."  Dick shouted,
spittle running from his chin.

                  "You shut the fuck up.  Danny have you ever fucked a
girl?"

                   "No sir."  Danny looked scared.  He wa scared.  Scared
and embarassed.

                    "Have you ever felt a girls bare pussy? Most boys your
age have at least copped a little twat."

                      "Eh...no sir. I haven't. "

                       "what are you, some kind of faggot?  "

                       Tears poured down satin soft cheeks. " No sir.I like
girls."

                      "Do you ever think about fucking girls and play with
your prick?"

                      Danny chewed his lip.  "Sometimes."  he said at last.

                      "Danny, the truth now..do you ever think about fucking
your sisters?"

                       "Christ..that's sick.."  Dick groaned and  ran to the
sink to puke.

                       " Do you Danny..do you ever think about fucking
Missy or Sissy?  "

                       The tears became a flood..he nodded his cute young
head.  Black hair hid guilty eyes.  " Sometimes...."  he said at last.  His
secrets exposed.  Forever scarred by his filthy boylust.

                       "Of course you do..its only natureal.  You think
about shoving your little boy dickie into her tiny virgin pussy, dont you?"

                        "Sometimes..."  Danny wailed.  "Oh Daddy..Im
sorry....Im so sorry..."

                        'How often do you masturbate Danny? "

                        "I... .I.. eh..don't know."

                        "Of course you do.  How often do you rub your
boy-clit?  Every day...twice a day?"

                          " I guess...sometimes.  "  the boy looked down at
the carpet.

                          "When you tweak your pinky do you ever insert a
finger up your asshole?"

                         Now the boy looked like a deer caught in a
headlight. How could this man know his innermos secrets..how could he know?
"Eh..eh....no..I......"

                         "You do..don't you.  dont lie to me.  You rub your
finger over your asscrack and touch your asshole dont you..you rub it like a
girl fingers her cunt. "

                        Danny's tight little tummy fluttered.  his thin
chest heaved and his nipples got hard.  His shoulders rose and fell and he
gulped back sobs."Please mister..please..'  he stuttered.

                      "Oh yes Danny..you stick a finger up your ass just
like it was a pussy on a girl.  I can tell.  turn around and spread your
legs and bend over."

                      "Please..cant we  find some other..." Dick started.

                       "Oh shut the fuck up..you bore me.  Bend over
Danny..show me that nice teenage ass.  Thats a real beauty..when I saw you
drying your tender boypussy with a towel in the country club locker room...i
knew then and there I had to shove my dick up you. Reach back with your
hands and spread your ass cheeks so I can see your shithole. "

                      Crying out loud now, Danny reached back and with
shaking hands grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them.  Oh God he felt so
exposed..indeed he was.  His thirteen year old pink perfect asspucker was on
display to a pervert.
"Spread those asscheeks a little wider.  there you go.  Now I can see your
nice hairless ballbag hanging there too.  Fine.  Now bend your legs just a
bit and push out with your asshole like you were shitting.That's good
Danny..you see when you obey everthing goes along smashingly.  Your son has
a beautiful asshole Dick..its perfect..perfect pink asslips..perfect
corregated circle of pucker skin. ..tight ...waiting to be fucked.  Well
lets do it shall we?"

                    Luke stripped.  He had a fine body. He had an
enormous dick, not only long but fat and dripping. .  Danny was sorry he
looked back.  he should just have stayed in place bent over ass spread.
Dick buried himself int he couch, sobbing.

                    "Dick, you're going to want to help your son.  I suggest
you lick my dick to get it wet..I'd hate to have to fuck his cunt dry. "
Luke stood a the boys ass, kneading  it with his hand while the boy
whimpered and the man stroked his swollen drooling prick with his other
hand. Dick crawled across the carpet blubbering and  choking on tears,
muttering and hysterical with grief.  Whatever had happened to the self
assured master of Washington?  It took some encouragement, but Dick could see that the prick
would never go into the boys ass without lubrication.   So for the first
time in his fifty years, Dick Sanctimonious put his tongue on a mans dick.  He
gagged..but thought of his poor whimpering son and licked the cockstalk.

                      "That's it get it as wet as you can..it will go in
more easily.  Wet the dickhead..dont worry about all that cockslime..that
will help the fuck."  Danny didn't want to watch, but he couldn't help it,
he couldn't take his eyes off the vision of his Dad, his hero, his idol,
kneeling before this big black man and sucking his huge, black cock.  Danny
glanced down at his Dad's penis and noted that it was barely a quarter of
the size of Luke's.

"Mmm, that's not bad, faggot, we'll have to try that
again, later," Luke told Dick as the broken father sobbed around his
cock, having made eye contact with his son who was watching him be a cocksucker.
"But now you do your boy's ass," Luke roughly grabbed Dick's head by
the hair and yanked it off his huge, hard cock.  It made a wet pop as it came
out and drool spilled down Dick's chin.  Then Luke shoved the father's
face in his son's lily-white ass, "Lick his little asshole, faggot.  Get it nice
and wet.  Come on, you piece of shit, get your tongue up in there!"  Dick
obeyed, wanting to avoid more abuse from Luke and wanting to make the
ordeal go easier on his poor son.  So he stuck his tongue up his son's asshole.
He felt the young teenager's anus spread for his tongue and tasted his boy's
insides.  He couldn't believe what he was doing, but there was no going back now.
Luke shoved his face in his son's ass harder, making his tongue go even deeper
into the tight little shit chute.  Despite himself, Danny moaned a little
from the sensation.  A tongue up his ass felt good, no matter that it was
his dad's.  More than half his tongue was buried up in there now, and Dick
observed that Danny's assrings were tight on his tongue, squeezing it.  If
his little puckerhole was that tight on his tongue, Dick thought, he was going
to be in a lot of pain when Luke shoved his massive tool up there.

Suddenly, Luke yanked Dick's face away from
his boy's asshole.  Dick's chin was denched in drool and he saw his son's
pink little asshole squeeze shut tight almost immediately after his tongue
slipped out.  A little bit of his spit was squirted out of the boy's rectum,
but it sealed shut quickly, tight as ever.  Dick felt very sorry for the fucking
his son was about to endure.  "Okay I think we are ready now.  Dick, you go around
front there and brace your son for me.  Danny, grab onto your Daddy and hold
on tight, cuz this is going to be quite a ride... spread your legs wider apart...
Dick, you reach back here and hold your son's asscheeks open. Jesus that asshole
looks tight. My cockhead is three times as big as your pussyhole boy.  We are
going to have to do some cunt stretching.  Danny, ask your Daddy for permission
to get fucked up the ass, won't you?"

Danny didn't react right away and Luke gave him a
solid slap on the ass. "OOWWW!  NNngghhh... uh... Daddy... can I... uh... can
I please get... get fuh.... get fucked, please?"  Luke's dick jerked at
the sound of this, "Fucked by what, Danny?" Luke goaded him.  "Uh... Daddy,
can I please get fucked... up the ass... by... by a cock?"  Luke slapped
him on the ass again, even harder, "Come on, boy, what kind of cock?  Beg
for it, bitch!" He spanked the boy with all his might, leaving a big, red
handprint on his ass.  "AAIIOOWWW!!  UNGH!  A BIG BLACK DICK!  A BIG FUCKING
BLACK COCK, DADDY, PLEASE!  PLEASE LET ME TAKE A HUGE FUCKING BLACK FUCKTOOL
UP MY LITTLE WHITE POOPCHUTE!!!"  This made Luke grin a huge, teethy, kinky
grin and shocked Dick.  "Good, good, now, Dick, you tell him he can have it, then
you plead for me do give it to him."

Dick did as he was told, "Of course, son, anything...
anything you want... anything for you..." he said, looking right into his son's
eyes.  Then he looked up at Luke.  "Please... Luke, please will you
fuck my son's ass with your huge, black tool?  He wants it so bad, he's just
a little whiteboy faggot who was born to be ass-fucked by big, superior black
me, like yourself..." Dick was good at this, Luke thought.  Danny looked
at his Dad in shock, and began to sob, "Please, Sir... Master... please plunge
your massive rod into his tiny little shitter... please fuck his worthless
little fagboy ass?"

"Okay, sure, faggots, since you seem to need it soooo
bad, I guess I'm just going to have to fuck the shit out of your boy's ass.  Now,
Dick, I want you to kiss your son.  That's right, kiss him passionately, like you
did your wife on your wedding night.  Son, have you ever kissed a girl?"

"N... n-no..." Danny blubbered through his sobbing.

"Well, you're Daddy's gonna teach you how.  Now kiss, you
little faggots, while I make you my bitch."  Dick looked at Danny.  Their eyes met
and they froze there for a second.  Luke pushed Danny's head forward to meet
his Dad.  Neither closed their eyes, transfixed by what they were being ordered to
do.  Then their lips met.  Their lips pressed against each other for a few seconds
and then Dick's lips parted.  Still looking into his son's innocent doe eyes, he
extended his tongue and parted his boy's lips with it.  The soft, pink lips parted
to let his Dad's tongue in and the two opened their mouths and began to French kiss.
Danny tasted his own ass on his Dad's tongue and felt complete and utter shame.  But,
before long, they were making out like two prom dates under the bleachers.

                      Luke's tremendous black hard-on was rock hard and
dripping at the incredibly kinky sight and he pushed the swollen spit slick dickhead
agasint the tender teenage asshole.  At first nothing happened.  The boy
groaned.  His dad whined like a wounded puppy...Luke grunted.  but then
little by little the cockhead forced its way into the tiny asshole.  the
boys shit hole  opened and the prickhead squeezed its way inside.
Danny wailed into his father's mouth, trying to pull away, but
Luke held the boy around the waist.  "Dick spread that boyass...look at
theat dickhead going in...its going in..shit is that teentwad
stretched..feel it boy..feel my  dick in your ass?

                   "Oh God..take it out..take it out..its too big..its
killing me......"  The little lad threw his head from side to side.  Spittle
flew from his wailing lips.  Fingers clutched dug into his Dad's back.  The boys
knees buckled, but Luke held him up and forced two inches of prick into
the grotesquely stretched asshole.

                     "Look Dick..my dick is in your son's ass.  Look at my
dick shoving its way up into your boys rectum.  I'm fucking your son in the
rectum Dick.  How about that?"

                      Danny threw his body like a bucking satllion, Dick
had to hold on to him for dear life.  Luke shoved the boy's face back in
his Dad's and made the two kiss again in an effort to silence the boy.  But he
just kept groaning in his Dad's mouth, not really trying to kiss, just screaming
around his Dad's probing tongue.  Luke forced more and more dick into the
boy..six inches..seven inches..eight inches.  The boy gagged and puked.. vomit
filling his Dad's mouth and spilling out, down their chins.  But Luke held
the boy's face firmly against his Dad's, and his Dad's head was pinned against
the desk, so there was nothing he could do but swallow his boy's puke.  It was
his fault all this was happening, anyway, he thought to himself abstractly.
Dick looked back over his boy's shoulders and watched in shock as the fat, black
prick disappeared in the boys fucked hole.

                      I'm turning your son into a cunt, Dick.  As punishment
for your illegal business dealings, I am turning your only son..a teenage
boy into a dick stuffed whore slut of a fucked out cunthole. When he walks
through his school, every boy will know hes been fucked just by the way he
holds his ass. Do you hear me Danny, everybody will know you have been
assfucked.  Everybody will know you are a twatboy..an asscunt. No girl will
ever want to date you.  Take my dick you whore..you fuckditch..you
slopbucket.  Take my dick all the way. Can you feel it in your stomach..oh
shit I think I can feel my cock in your tummy....Now Im going to fuck you
deep and hard.  Im going to pull out and push back in again..until you want
to die.  I am going to fuck your asscunt until I shoot my fucksnot up your
boypussy and it cloggs your intestines. Dick, you get your bitch ass shit-mouth
over here and lick my Balls, while I fuck your son."

                   And the businessman, mindless with hysteria and numb with
guilt obeyed.  He licked Lukes huge swinging balls while the man fucked
his son. Sweat and spit sprayed the room as the  fat hairy balls swung and
the big prick embedded itself in the boys ass. Danny gurgled and choked,,
sputtered and  grunted....more like an animal than a human child. The pain
reached up from his ass and encompassed his entire body..long fingers of
pain reaching every corner..every limb..every fiber of the kids being.  Dick worked
one giant nut into his mouth and tongue-massaged it, then managed to get both in
his mouth, bulging out his cheeks.  His tongue snaked out and down behind Mr.
Black's balls, licking the smooth, sweaty area between his ballsac and asshole.
He looked up and had the best view possible of the huge black shaft ravaging his
poor son's asshole.  It was an amazing, impressive sight, to see his little
boy's asshole stretch and grip the huge black prick, holding onto it as it
slammed in and out of his boy-ass.  The assrings clenched the invading cock
tightly, being pulled way out of his ass obscenely every time Luke pulled back.
Dick's hands were now grasping Luke's firm, muscled buttocks, he was holding
on for dear life, his head swinging back and forth, attached to the black monster's
huge, pendulous balls.  He could feel Luke's ass muscles work and contract,
plunging his cock into the little boy's ass.  His large, muscular thighs working
like a stallion's, really giving the boy the ride of his life.  Dick couldn't
help but admire Luke's strength and stanima.  Looking up, this incredible
display of manly virility and black superiority contrasted sharply with the the sight of
his little boy's tiny, pink, hairless nutsack, pulled up tight and wrinkly against
his crotch, and his little "weenis" bobbing back and forth with each rough thrust.
As Dick sucked on his new Black Master's giant testicles, he began to think
how natural it all seemed, how appropriate it was - the biggest, blackest, most
dominant men taking the smaller, weaker, inferior white men to be their bitches.
It was the savage law of the wild, and it seemed... right, somehow.

                     And at long last the fuck was finished.  Luke shot
off a huge load deep into the boy's abused asshole.  Dick felt the black man's
balls contract in his mouth with each voluminous spurt, his cock muscles spasming
under his tongue.  He must have shot off at least ten times in the boy's ass, and
each load was probably a mouthful, Dick imagined.  Danny, now totally fucked into
mindless submission, simply groaned with each thrust, each hot spurt shooting
deep into his guts.  He could feel the firey hot jizz filling up his insides.  It
was a repulsive, invasive, humiliating feeling, to have this big black man filling
his poor, white ass with his nigger seed, as if he was a little bitch cunt... which
was what he was now.  Luke pulled his dick out of the boy's incredibly tight,
abused asshole and pulled his sparkling-clean balls out of the father's mouth.
His still-hard cock bobbed there, covered in boy-shit and
dripping cum in large brown-white dollops that formed on the head. "Not bad Danny...
for your first fuck.  You'll get better with time."  he said, looking at the
writhing body of the thirteen year old  splayed across the desk.. cum and shit
drooling from his asshole. He looked at the boy's gaping shit-chute and could see his
tremendous deposit in there still, filling the boy's stretched-out rectum to the brim.
He looked down at Dick who was also gawking at the incredible sight of the spunk-
flooded, gaping ass canal.  Luke grabbed Dick's hair and pulled his head back and sank his shit-
covered cock down Dick's throat.  Dick was caught by surprise and gagged both because
of the depth to which the black snake easily plunged down his gullet at this angle
and at the rancid taste of his son's shit saturating his tongue.  He knew what he was
supposed to do and obediantly began licking and sucking the huge semi-hard tool clean
of shit and cum.  Danny was watching, but he wasn't really aware anymore.  He was
so ass-raped into submission that he was in another world.  He saw his father
cleaning his shit off the huge black cock of his rapist, but he couldn't really
comprehend or process it.  He was fuck-dazed beyond recovery for now.  Luke
stood there sweating and sated for the moment, muscular chest heaving... dick half
hard and buried in the faggot daddy's throat.  He looked down at Dick, who was
sucking on his filthy cock and looking up into Luke's cold, predatory eyes
pleadingly, searching for mercy and approval, finding only the latter.  Luke
watched in sadistic, perverse pleasure as the father methodically and noisily cleaned
his massive tool of his son's shit.  Then, when it was spit-shine clean, he reached
down, grabbed Dick's hair and pulled out his cock far enough that just the
first 2 or 3 fat inches of his cockhead were in the defeated man's mouth.  And then
he pissed.  He pissed strong and hard into the faggot's mouth, the acrid taste filling
his shitty, cum-stained mouth quickly.  Dick was in full-auto cockslave mode, though,
and instinctively knew what to do.  He swallowed.  He swallowed the hot, dark, rancid
piss down straight from his Black Master's Cock, and he didn't miss a drop.  Luke
grinned broadly at the father's acto of total abject submission.  The smile made
Dick feel a little proud in a perverted, faggy way.  Danny saw this and was beginning
to regain his senses.  He saw his dad staring up into Luke's eyes and swallowing
repeatedly.  he could hear the loud gulping noises from where he was and saw his
Dad's Adam's apple bobbing up and down in long, huge gulps.

"Dad... Dad... are you...." Danny managed to mumble.
Dick shifted his eyes and looked over at his son who met his gaze.  He could see the
shock and horror in his son's eyes, "Dad... is that... are you drinking his piss, Dad?!"
Dick obviously couldn't answer, but he just looked back up at Luke and kept swallowing,
tears of shame welling up in his eyes and running down his cheeks.  "That's right, Danny,
your Daddy is drinking Luke's hot, nasty piss, because your Dad is a complete fucking
white-boy slave faggot toilet for black cock, isn't that right, Toilet?"  Dick nodded as
he drank and hummed an agreeing noise around the black cock wedged in his mouth. "Yeah,
that's right, that's where all white bitches belong, wrapped around the end of a superior
black cock.  And that's where you and Daddy Dearest, here, are going to spend the rest
of your pathetic, worthless lives.

Danny saw that his Dad's little dick was actually
erect and standing up.  He began to cry, "No.... oh, Daddy, no..." He sobbed
pathetically, still lying on the desk, his mouth stained with vomit, his ass still
gaping and filled with black man-jizz.

When Luke finally finished pissing down Dick's throat,
he pulled out and Dick burped loudly.  "What do you say, faggot?"  Luke asked him, still
holding him by his hair tightly. "Th... thank you, Master... for your delicious black piss..."

"That's right.  Now clean your boy's asshole up, Toilet."
He shoved Dick's face in the boy's shitty, gaping jizz-filled asshole, "suck all that jizz out of
there, faggot, and swallow it all down.  This is where you'll be getting my cum from for now on,
so get good at it."  Luke didn't have to force Dick, he knew his subjugation
of the two were complete and he sat back and watched, drinking his scotch as the father
thoroughly, almost lovingly, sucked, licked and slurped his copious jizz from his
son's abused shit canal.

                        When he was done, Dick sat back and Danny slid to the floor, exhausted,
his asshole burning.  "Is it over?"  Danny whispered... drool and vomit
caked on his lips and chin.

                         In response, Luke strutted over to Danny and picked the
kid's head up by the hair.  "This part of the game is over... the first part.
Now on to the second part."  He shoved the boy down on his back and squatted over
his face.  Neither Dick nor Danny imagined what was coming next. "Open up, toilet-boy,"
Luke commanded.  Suddenly Danny and Dick knew what was coming next.
"No, please," Danny began to beg.  "DO IT, FAGGOT, OR YOU'LL GET SOMETHING TEN
FUCKING TIMES WORSE!!!"  This was the first time Luke had yelled and the deep
booming bass scared Dick and Danny shitless.  "Better do as he says, son," Dick advised
his frightened little son.  The boy obeyed and opened his mouth and Mr.Black farted loudly
and obscenely.  A foul stench hit Danny and Dick in the face, full-force, it was all they
could do not to wretch.  Luke's asshole dilated slowly and Dick and Danny watched in
revulsion and horror as a huge, firm shit snaked out of Luke's muscled ass and down
into the boy's open mouth with perfect aim, not even scraping on his teeth, just straight
to the back of his throat.  Dick couldn't believe what he was seeing - his boy feeding on shit
from the ass of a Black Adonis.  Danny gagged uncontrollably and raised his
hands to Mr. Black's ass to try to push it away in vain, but Luke caught both his hands in one
big black fist and continued to shit down the boy's throat.  Dick grabbed his son's
head with both hands and held it still for Luke to continue shitting in.  Luke and Danny
both were struck by the fact that Luke hadn't ordered Dick to assist in this way,
hadn't even asked him too.  He had done it out of his own free will.  Soon, the first turd had
snaked out of Luke's ass completely and filled Danny's little boy mouth, sticking
out past his pretty, pink little cocksucker lips obscenely.  "Chow down, boy," Luke ordered. 
Danny looked up at his Dad through tear-filled eyes, hoping that his pathetic
look might stir his Dad into action, to make him rise up against this black bastard and
put an end to this torture.  But his Dad just held him down and nodded at him to obey
with Luke and actually consume this disgusting feast.  Danny was heartbroken and utterly
hopeless.  And so he chewed into the shit, watching his father observing this with approval.
He chewed and chewed the hard, lumpy shit until it was into barely swallowable
pasty chunks and gulped down his first of many, many loads of black man's shit.  He was
now nothing more than a whiteboy toilet for black turds.  He felt the hot shit slide down
his esophagus and come to settle in it's rightful place in his stomach.  He thought about
how he was actually going to digest that piece of shit and how it was going to become part
of him.  He couldn't believe this was happening to him, but when he chewed up the second
chunk and swallowed it, too, it's bulk adding to the first one, he began to understand that
this was going to be his life from now on.  He was changed forever, no longer a
man, now just a fuckhole and toilet.  He finally finished the first piece after four or five large
swallows and opened his sewer-mouth, shit-brown saliva coating the insides,
ready for the next piece.  Three more large turds followed, Luke had obviously been planning this,
saving up for it.  Each turd Danny obediantly chewed up and swallowed down, not missing a
morsel.  Dick, for his part, was transfixed, watching his son perform this ultimate act of
homosexual toilet submission.  And his little white cock was rock hard.  When Luke dropped
his last load in the boy's increasingly putrid maw, he ordered, "Wait, boy, don't chew that one
up yet."  He stood up and looked back at Dick.  "Okay, you faggot, clean my asshole while you
jack your pathetic little prick over my shit, cum all on top of it like icing on the cake, bitch,
and don't pretend you can't because your little boy-pud has been rock-hard since you were
guzzlin down my piss, boy."  Dick did not protest and primptly leaned forward and licked the
shit from the black man's asshole, all the while whacking himself off over his boy's shit-packed
mouth.  Danny watched his Dad furiously pulling his pud over the monumental shit-pole sticking
up out of his mouth, slowly dissolving on his tongue, shit-saliva leaking down his throat.  As
Dick sucked and licked at Luke's asshole and whacked himself off, Luke layed down the law.
"Mmm, yeah, that's it, get good at that, boy.  Cuz from now on, that's your shrine.  You and
your boy here are gonna become intimately familiar with my ass.  In fact, you boys are going
to eat all my shit from now on!  Hear that, faggot?  I'm gonna be fucking your little boy's ass
three times a day and sending him to bed every night packed full of my shit.  In fact, that's all
the boy's ever going to eat again!  He will never eat normal food again, he is going to live only
on my piss and my shit, you got that?!  He's gonna be my little human toilet and you're going
to clean up after us and be my little maid faggot!  You gonna hold his ass open when I rape him
and suck my dick clean afterwards and drink my cum from his gaping ass from now until you
die, bitch!"
Dick couldn't take it anymore, with his shitty tongue buried in Luke's filthy asshole,
he screamed in primal ecstasy as he had the most powerful orgasm of his life, jizzing more
than he ever has before, all over the shit tower protruding up out of his boy's mouth.  Danny
couldn't believe it, his Dad actually came, actually was turned on and fucking jizzed on
Danny's face after all this subjugation and humiliation they'd been put through.  Right then and
there, Danny lost the very last shred of respect for his father that he might have been clinging onto. 
He was no longer his Dad, he was just a faggot toilet for their Black Master now, just like him.
When Dick finally finished cumming, still shaking and quaking from the incredible
strength of his orgasm, Luke stepped away from the two filthy faggots.  Dick's eyes were closed
and his mouth hung open, coated in shit, drooling.  His hand still held his now soft penis, still dripping
cum onto the shit sticking out of his son's mouth.  Luke was extremely pleased.  This was his
best work to date, he thought, looking at the awesome scene before him.  The money he would
make from the video that the hidden cameras he'd installed had taken would make him even richer
than he already was, it would be a masterpiece.  It should win him some sort of fucking Oscar, he
thought to himself.
"Good girl, faggot... now get down there and help your boy eat that shit." Luke ordered. 
Dick obediantly dropped down to Danny's shit-engorged mouth and opened his mouth wide, taking
into his mouth the large protusion of shit that was covered in cum.  He lowered his mouth all the
way onto it until his cum and Luke's shit was smeared all over the back of his throat and his lips
touched his son's.  Their eyes met and they gazed into each other's defeated souls as they both
licked, sucked and chewed on the shitmeal, sharing the delicacy that would become their new
staple.  Slowly, excruciatingly, they devoured the shit, their tongues intertwining in each other's
mouths, helping each other to break up and dissolve their Black Master's shit.  Even after they
had finished all the shit, they laid there, entiwined in each other's arms and kissing each other
deeply and passionately, lost in each other, needing each other's comfort in the face of the new
life of total slavery that lay before them, softly mewling as they made out.
"Yeah, that's it, that's beautiful, you fucking little white bitch-faggots.  Wait till I get your
punk-asses home to Mommy and little sister tonight.  Yeah, we'll all be one happy fucking family." 
Dick moaned at this, the thought of his beautiful wife and precious innocent little blonde daughter
going through what he and his son just have.  "Oh I've forgotten about your dog, havent I, Danny...
your big old Great Dane.  Well we cant leave him out of the fun now can we?  I'm sure you wont
mind having some dog dick up your fucked out faggot ass... will you?  And that's just today's
activities. What a fun family you will be now that you have Luke to help you!"  Dick and Danny
both groaned and moaned into each other's mouths as they kissed, now more deeply and
desperately than ever before.
Luke sat back, drinking his scotch and watching this display with perverse glee,
stroking his huge cock and already concocting his plan for how he was going to rape and
subjugate the wife and sister of these two pathetic faggots.  He was going to have to work
pretty hard to top this performance... but he would, he always did.  It came naturally to him,
after all, he was a Black Man and they were all just little white bitches that were rightfully
his to use and abuse.

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better than a hotel, I promise you. It'll be well worth the cold.

Claire shook her head, and began stripping away her tank top. Tony watched out of the corner of his eye as her hands grabbed the base of the shirt, and rolled it up over her stomach and breasts, and finally her head.

“That's nice,” Tony noted, nodding at the light-pink bikini top that now served as her covering. “Have you worn it before?”

“Just bought it yesterday,” Claire smiled, almost with a blush. “You know, special occasion and all.”

And what a special occasion it was; they were about to celebrate their mutual loss of virginity, and this creek served as a perfect setting. Well, Tony thought so. As he mused about the hours ahead, he himself began to strip, beginning with his shirt.

Just before the white cloth rolled over his field of vision, Tony caught a brief glimpse of Clair that has stuck with him to this day. Her head was nodded down, looking toward the ground as she fingered the clasp at the top of her jeans. The white veil covered his love, and when it was finally removed, there was a beautiful triangle of pink peeking out from the now-unclasped jeans.

She unzipped the pink. As Claire wiggled out of her pants, she couldn't help but feel the intent, yet welcome gaze of Tony. Often times at school she would feel the lustful eyes of some guy checking her out, at which point she would break conversation and retreat to another room.

Yet with Tony she was somehow different; here, alone in the woods, Claire felt more than willing to stoop down, remove her pant legs, and trace her hand along her outer thigh as she stood. She could taste Tony's desire, and she looked up to find her own.

He was ripped, and Claire liked that. I mean, he wasn't like a pro-wrestler, or anything. But Tony had some real strength in him, and he seemed almost regal in stature.

“Ready?” Tony asked once they were finished undressing.

“Mmhm!” Claire smiled at him.

“All right, let's hop in.” Tony splashed into the deep, waterhole upstream. Claire was a bit more cautious, and wisely so, because the frigid, rushing stream now robbed him of any heat (and turn-on) he'd received before.

“Allll Ririrght,” Claired chattered, “Ninext time Ihay choose the locahaytion”

“Come onn,” Tony waded upstream. “Just around the bendnd it gets shallower.” They waded on through the cold, rushing water.

The rumblings of the water grew louder, Claire noticed, as they moved farther upstream. “What is that?” she asked

Tony just grinned, and took her hand as they shallowed at the bend.

“My god,” she shivered, still cold. “It's beautiful.” She squeezed his hand.

“Better than a hotel?” he nudged her, turning from the waterfall to face her.

“Thank you Tony,” she turned to him, and came up close. His arms wrapped around her waste as her arms wrapped around his neck. And there in the cold, they were somehow warmed by the simple touch of two lips, of breast upon chest, and of arms intertwined.

“There's a cave behind it too,” Tony grinned, obviously thinking of the next step.

“Well, let's see it,” Claire complied, and they turned to face one final pool of frigid water.

It was quite deep; having a waterfall pounding into you will do that to any pool. It was deep enough to swim in actually, so they swam through the pool, underneath of the waterfall, and arose in a small cavern of moss and light refraction.

Tony pulled himself up onto the moss-covered ledge which sat about a foot and a half above the water. “Here,” he reached back down into the water. With Tony's (ripped) help, Claire pulled herself belly-first onto the ledge, which, she noted, wasn't actually cold.

“This moss is nice,” she noted once she sat up. Once she sat up, she chuckled and laid back down, taking in the sensation of the moss and imagining herself in a luxurious hotel room. Light from the waterfall bounced playfully around the walls, and she thus found herself in an almost playful mood.

“How do you want to do this?” she asked Tony, who had positioned himself face down beside her.

“'Do this'?” Tony asked, mockingly. “And I thought guys were supposed to be the sex-driven ones. You don't want to relax a little bit?”

“Well,” Claire bit her lip and leaned on her side to face Tony, “I can't be sure, but I think it'll be very relaxing with you lying inside of me.”

“And on that note...” he gave her a strange look. Then they both chuckled. “Here,” he said, placing his hand on her stomach. Slowly but surely he traced the curvature of her side, glancing her breast and arriving at her neck. Then he took her neck in his hands, leaned over and kissed her, ever so gently.

So it began. He felt her hand touch up against his chest, and her other arm wrap around his neck. He kissed again, now taking both hands and gently pressing against the sides of her breasts. She moaned in agreement, intensified the kiss, and wrapped both arms around his neck.

They felt each-other, settled into the other person's crevices. Tony made a full sweep over Claire's breasts, continuing it up over her outstretched arms. In time Tony looked Claire in the eyes, and received her unspoken permission to move further.

A kiss, a brush. Tony lifted her slightly up off of the moss, and untied the bikini strap that separated their skin. “You're very..soft,” he commented as his hands and chest explored her unbridled femininity.

“I'll take that as a compliment, ooh,” Claire moaned as Tony's hardening bulge pulsed against her bikini bottom. She looked him in the eyes, then was compelled to close them as his hands wandered over her breast once more.
A kiss, a nuzzle; her hand ran through his short wet hair. A squeeze, she teased him as his bulge pressed deeper into her legs. A breeze of her breast and she fell deeper into his embrace.

Tony himself closed his eyes as Claire's hands meandered down to his crotch. His penis flared through the swim trunks as she grabbed and massaged it. Soon he felt her fingers slipping beneath the lip of his trunks, and she took him skin on skin.

Well the trunks didn't last long; soon they were separated only by the thin pink bikini bottom that wouldn't last long either. Claire returned her arms to encircling Tony's neck. Soon they moved along his back, to his side, and over the mossy floor. She took fist-fulls of moss as Tony's penis pulsed hard against her, making her squint.

“Tony,” she whispered, looking into his eyes.

After about a second, Tony slowly nodded, and proceeded to trace his hands down to the bikini. At first he simply brushed over it, massaging her clitoris and labia. He pressed gently but firmly; Claire closed her eyes once more. Soon he came at her pussy from the top, fingering and playing with it, and eventually he removed the bikini bottom, and pressed his manhood against her once more.

“Mmm,” she smiled, nuzzling his cheek. “This is it.”

“Yeah...” Tony trailed, rubbing his penis against her lips ever so slightly. “Are you ready?”

Claire nodded. And with that, she opened up, Tony rose up, and entered in.

The sensation was surprising – she had thought it would be more orgasmic than anything – an outer sensation. Yet the primary thing she felt was the joy of wrapping herself around Tony' penis, of being filled by his strength and manhood.

She felt relaxed, willing to let go of fear, and anticipation, to just lay there in the moss, both surrounding and surrounded by Tony. As he began to move inside of her, she smiled and closed her eyes, grateful for this moment.

Tony covered her breasts once more as he pressed deep into her. He could feel her delightful response through his shaft as she squeezed and rocked, gently soliciting the fluid from within him. In time, he thought. Minute by minute, they continued, gently and slowly moving together toward the end.

Enwrapped by his muscular embrace, and continually eliciting his strength within her, Claire's emotions peaked. She was in love, both literally and emotionally, and her body began to swell with the feeling. slowly in, slowly out, she fell in rhythm with the shouting waterfall. Squeeze him gently, squeeze him tight, she knew that the end was nigh.

Finally, with one deep thrust, and one tight squeeze, he came, and her arms fell down off his back. The moss was soft; the love was thick. And grabbing another handfull of moss, Claire couldn't help but feel at home in this place, as though they were a living extension of the cavern. Tony caressed her some more, Claire nuzzled him, and they relaxed together in the hollow behind the falls.

ight-legged, golden-furred bodies swerving as if on tracking. Their small frames were simply disks of flesh with slender limbs spaced evenly around them, a two-foot tail in the back, and no visible sensory organs. He still wasn't sure how they "saw," or whatever they did. In the corner, Jonah sat in his place by the window, immobile and impassive. He took some warming to; Con still found it hard to consider the sofa-sized mass of knobbed mineral sentient, although Jonah had been forgiving when Con had sat on him on his first day at the office. It was something of an initiation ritual amongst the non-"professional" staff. Cool Salariki merchants, their sleek fur and feline grace draped in rich robes, still made him pause, but only in admiration Ð he saw them almost daily as they worked to send the galaxyÕs finest to their luxury-loving homeworld. Amidst the welter of fur, feathers, chitin, and tentacles, human-variants hardly registered as variants with him any longer, and anything even vaguely bipedal had lost the power to charm him.

Anything but Meer Kass. He watched from his alcove as she stood bowed in the doorway for a moment, throwing back the deep cowl of her cloak to reveal eyes like broad green platters, sleek fur with the luster of tarnished silver, and feline features with a winking, knowing expression. She was Salariki, and tall for the race; she topped Con by several inches, and moved with easy power and a panther-like gravity of grace. Her fur glowed with health and luxury, and he sighed quietly to himself as he thought again of what it would feel like under his fingers. Sensuous, he thought wryly Ð for the few seconds he'd have left to live if he dared that transgression. He looked away as she headed across the lobby, pretending to monitor his security screens as she moved towards the desk.

"Corridor one, room five, please." Her voice was a lazy, throaty purr that jolted his libido as it lingered caressingly over the rÕs and sÕs. He reached for the passcard, looking up into her calm, faintly mischievous eyes as he held it out and felt her claws slide like polished ivory over his palm.

"Con. I listened to that music of yours." She chuckled, a low purr, and her eyes narrowed with humor. "How barbaric. I enjoyed it." She smiled, showing perfectly pointed white dentition, and nodded to him as she took his disk from a belt pouch and slid it over the counter to him.

"Oh, you don't have to give it back," he gulped out quickly, pulse suddenly pounding in his ears. She's listened to it! She'd actually listened to it! Now if he could just get her to do it again ... "I have a couple more like it. I can run you some copies if you want."

She cocked her head thoughtfully, sleek pointed ears flicking back to the noise of the lobby and forward again to him. "Yes, I may take your offer. I found your primitivists most refreshing. Perhaps more of the drummers?"

Con nodded eagerly, trying not to blow it all by looking too delighted. From the glint of humor in her eyes, he thought that she found his behavior amusing. She must know of his desire for her. He'd heard that Salariki could detect scents as subtle as those associated with particular states of mind, and she must have known by looking at him how excited she made him. If only that wouldn't make her suspicious. He thought she wasn't; he was pretty sure that she just found him cute and puppyish in his obvious admiration. She had the typical Salariki self-possession, an assurance bordering on arrogance. It would take more respect for him in order for her to regard him as a threat. As it was, she no doubt regarded his fascination with her as entirely understandable in a human underling.

She nodded and smiled again, tapping his palm with hers in a gesture of thanks as she turned. He watched her move through the paneled doors in a swirl of dark gray cloak and allowed himself the luxury of leaning his head on his hands and groaning.

A skitter and tweaking at his arm made him look up. Ko was there, tickering a staccato message on the noteboard it wore around its middle. It held it up and waved a couple of finger-like arms:

"TWENTY HUNDRED CREDIT I GET YOU ON HER NEXT SHIP. I GOT CONTACT."

Con laughed and pushed at the board. "Get out of here, Ko. You work in the mailroom."

Ko rattled on the keyboard with four of its limbs. "EVERYTHING GO THROUGH MAILROOM! HEEHEEHEE CON GOODBOY." Ko emitted a chittery chirping sound and scampered up his arm to sit on his shoulder, curling its tail around his neck and tugging his hair playfully with one limb. "CON NO LUCKY TODAY?"

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow."

"STOP SHOW MUSIC SHOW MAN-THING. YOU HUMAN NO GOT?"

"Yeah, that'd be real subtle, Ko. That the way they do it back on Isk?"

"ISK, THEY DO BEST! YOU NO GOT FIVE ISK, YOU NO DO IT RIGHT. ONLY NEED THREE BUT WHO WANT STOP THERE? HEEHEEHEE!" Ko chittered and rocked until it nearly fell off Con's shoulder.

"Right now, I'd settle for one."

"OK RIGHT CON. MAYBE SHE PLAY YOU LITTLE MAN-THING FOR YOU. SURE THING SHE LOVE YOU SKINNY NAKED APE SELF." Ko scampered around his neck, tickling him with its legs.

"Ko Ð fuck off back to the mail room."

"HEEHEEHEE! OK GOTTA GO CON. NO LET KASS SCRATCH CON'S BACK - OOOOOOH CONNNN PRETTY MONKEY BOOOYYYY!" Ko waved the board tauntingly, then dodged about the countertop as Con swatted at it. With a wave of its tail, it sprang into the crowd in the lobby and scuttled off towards the offices.

He couldn't help laughing. Ko was a little freak, but it was good for a laugh. It was right, though. Kass wasn't going to fall for some bald primate. Salariki thought pretty highly of themselves, and he'd never heard of one seeking a liaison outside of its race. But it was more than that. Meer Kass had been a pilot and a freelance runner; she still owned her own ship, and now shared in the Merchant House's profits as a very young but very respected associate. She had managed to carve herself a career in a risky and demanding field, and had grown rich doing it. She'd earned the Salariki honorific "Meer" at an unusually young age, and was commonly known to have sufficient independent capital to match or exceed her Merchant House salary. She was usually subtle about it, but she didn't hide it - it wasn't Salariki custom to hide superiority or to deny oneself the conveniences that skill, talent, or money could provide.

What could he offer compared to that? She was wealthy, adventurous, intelligent, sensual ... he stopped himself there with determination, and turned his thoughts to himself. He was barely skilled, a desk jockey; his position as "security" was laughable. The only effective thing he could do was to sound the alarm for the real police. And he had to admit that he'd bought into the Salariki way of seeing things. They were an amazingly race: graceful, refined, physically beautiful. No Salariki would consider courting the stumbling nakedness of a human, let alone a human so far down on the social scale. She was out of his reach.

But not out of his mind. And now, he thought, almost not daring to think it É and now, she wasn't quite out of his reach. Not any more.

***

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***

Kass stopped by the desk the next morning, a little earlier this time. She actually took him by surprise, so that for once, he didn't have to pretend to be looking at something else as she approached. He caught a glimpse of motion and then heard her soft rumble purring over his name.

"Con." She smiled. She usually did. Did it seem wider this time? He was imagining things. She'd heard one disk - ONE DISK, he reminded himself. Stop being an idiot. He wrenched his eyes up and smiled, trying not to look as guilty as he felt.

"Corridor one, room five?"

She nodded, then placed a velvet-furred hand on the counter, milky white claws tapping it lightly. Her paws, his mind noted irrelevantly, were darker; they shaded into a gray so deep that it was nearly charcoal. "So tell me, Con. Where do you find your native music on this planet? It is very enjoyable. I may need to invest in some." She smiled at the small joke on the daily business of investment that went on around them.

"Oh no need, no need. I have it sent over by my parents in packets from home. It'd be pretty hard to find here, but I can make you copies of everything I have. It's no problem."

She paused for a moment, an uncharacteristic hesitation. "I should pay for the disks, at least, Con?" She ended it as a question; she seemed uncomfortable offering him money, but equally uncomfortable accepting repeated presents. He crossed the fingers of one hand under the counter as he slid the newly prepared disk across it and smiled.

"Don't worry about it, Meer Kass. It's a pleasure to me to find someone interested in our world, and it's no trouble to run the disks. Maybe you'll find a market for it." He grinned. "Then you can remember me."

Kass laughed and took the disk. "Very well, Con. I shall keep my source in mind." She slipped the disk into a belt pouch and took her passcard from him, then turned and was gone in a breath of spicy-sweet herbs.

***

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***

It was a strange dream. It was an absurd dream. It was ... repulsive.

It was fascinating.

Kass groaned and eyed the soft glow of the clock, hearing a tired sigh from the rumpled tawny form next to her. The pilot had been by all means satisfactory Ð in terms of stamina and grace, nothing was left wanting, and his golden fur and bright green eyes were certainly striking.

But she'd dreamed of naked skin ... and strange sunken blue eyes.

She sighed and got up, swirling a robe around her as she padded over the cool tiles to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, lapping down a glass of milk, she shook her head and ran idle claws through her mane. She wasn't going to get back to sleep. With a resigned sigh, she moved out to the work room, feeling the rich pile of the woven rugs caress the pads of her feet. She sat in the egg-shaped velvet scoop-chair in front of her terminal and switched on the elegantly arching lamp. As she opened the latest account data, she picked up the discreet little remote and turned the music system on, just that room, very low. The steady bass throb and intricate overlays of the drumming were somehow soothing, and soon she was curled up in the chair, dozing lightly while her ears flicked and twitched with the music.

***

Con hunched over his drink, eying the doorway. Soon DagÕs tall, gawky figure filled it. He waved to him from the bar.

Dag slid down next to him, glancing along the bar cautiously. Con shoved over the drink heÕd ordered for him.

ÒDonÕt worry. The service sucks. I got you set up the last time he bothered to look over.Ó

Dag nodded and took a deep drink.

ÒAh, damn thatÕs good.Ó He hesitated a moment, then plunged in. ÒSo. HowÕs it, uh É going?Ó

Con shrugged. ÒWell, she hasnÕt tried to kill me yet, and IÕm pretty sure she listened to the first disk, so itÕs good so far.Ó

ÒShe look like sheÕs feeling any effect?Ó

ÒHard to say. She seemed a little more friendly today, but it wasnÕt anything major.Ó

Dag nodded. ÒThatÕs good. DonÕt want to move too fast. She might work it out.Ó

ÒYeah. But can you burn me a few more? I want to be ready to move ahead. SheÕs listening to them anyway.Ó

ÒSure. I brought the next one with me. IÕll send some more in the next day or two Ð just keep sending me what you want on them.Ó

Con nodded, taking the disk that Dag handed over. He eyed it, then spoke a little sheepishly.

ÒYou think itÕll work?Ó

Dag laughed, shaking his head. ÒIf it does, sheÕll never know. We just have to make sure we donÕt get it too high range. If weÕre low in the borderline perception frequencies, she just wonÕt register anything, but if we get too far toward conscious perception frequencies, itÕll start hitting the conscious mind. We know she doesnÕt hear it consciously now; letÕs not fuck with it.Ó

Con nodded. ÒNo kidding. DonÕt screw around with it. If it doesnÕt work, it doesnÕt work.Ó

Dag nodded, then grinned as he clapped ConÕs shoulder.

ÒHey, think positive, though. Maybe it will.Ó

***

"Good morning, Meer Kass. Corridor one, room five?"

He did his best to sound brisk, professional, and disinterested. He wasn't sure how successful he was; it's hard to lie to someone who can smell your level of tension. But he did his best to stay cool, and he was slowly upping the amount of cologne he wore in hopes that it confuse the issue. He was the first to admit he had no clue what he was doing, but he tried to be subtle. (Evidently not quite subtle enough; he'd backed off after Ko's terse interrogative Ð "MONKEY BOY GOT FLEA? STINK TO KILL?" If the Isk could notice it, Kass probably found it overwhelming.) He tried to imagine gutting fish to keep his mind (and other organs) from going into overdrive.

Kass looked preoccupied. She nodded and reached out to take the passcard. Was it his imagination, or did her slightly rough fingerpads linger longer on his hand than necessary? He looked up and she suddenly glanced away, almost as if disconcerted, and jerked the card to her. She was rattled! He'd never seen her anything but coolly detached. He hesitated, not sure if he should push things at this moment Ð but he had the disk made, and if she got any more nervous, she might start to avoid him. He slid the disk over the counter, pretending to look at something of interest on a monitor in order to avoid eye contact.

"Oh, I made you a disk of some of the latest music that my parents sent over. I remembered that you liked the one drummer gang I sent you last time, so I put a bunch of their stuff on it. Hope you enjoy it - sorry, I need check this out."

He rattled away on a keyboard, pretending to deal with the non-existent "problem." It was cheesy, he knew, but he hoped that she might take the disk and not quibble about it if he cut off communication. She stood there for a moment, eyeing him; he could feel her gaze burning into him. Then her claws scraped briefly on the countertop. When he finally allowed himself to look, she and the disk were gone and the paneled door was drifting slowly closed.

***

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***

Ko was in hysterics. It was chittering and wriggling so frantically that it couldn't type, and Con finally grabbed its board and swatted it with it.

"What the hell are you talking about, Ko? For fuck's sake, settle down and spit it out."

It rattled away at the board, still twitching and chirruping with merriment, its typing erratic and requiring frequent corrections.

"KASS!!! HO HO HO MONKEY BOY! YOU NOT ONLY ONE SHE NOT LIKING! HEEHEEHEE!"

It convulsed and rolled about the countertop, its frantic skittering suggesting uncontrollable mirth.

"OUT ON STREET! OUT ON STREET SHE THROW KIMTOK! ALL HIM CLOTHING OUT THE WINDOW! HEEHEEHEE! ALL OVER STREET!"

Con stared. Kimtok was a Salariki pilot who sometimes worked freelance for the Merchant House. His liaisons with Kass were common knowledge, as were her encounters with several other Salariki. They were a casually sensual race.

"SQUALLINGS AND BITINGS! KIMTOK BIG SCRATCH DOWN HIM! HE SWEAR SHE CRAZY CAT. THROW SHE WINE ALL OVER HIM HEAD. CALL HIM NASTY HAIRY CREATURE!"

Con tried to laugh, feeling a tightening in his gut and a prickly creeping up his spine. "She poured her wine over his head? I thought she was doing him regular!"

Ko chittered and whipped its tail about, then clicked on the keys again. "SHE WAS! DO HIM EVERY PORT CALL! LOOK LIKE SHE NO DO HIM MORE. CON WATCH CHANCE, MAYBE SHE LONELY TONIGHT. JUST NO WINE BRING OR CON WEAR IT." Ko giggled again, then stiffened, jerked its board onto its back, and skittered away at speed. Con looked up to see Kass approaching the desk.

She looked tired. Her green eyes were half-slitted, and her slightly curling mane was rumpled and straying around her neck. Her eyes met his and did not look away. They seemed dazed, tired ... almost resigned. He felt his chest tighten. They remained, unspeaking, for several long seconds. At last he pulled himself together and fumbled the passcard for her office from its slot. Without looking away from her eyes, he held it out to her and felt her hand touch his. It jolted him like a current. He felt every detail of the scrape of her smooth claws, the rough pads of her fingers, the sleek tickle of the velvet fur edging the pads. Her hand drifted over his for an epochal moment, and her green eyes remained fixed on his, open ... almost beseeching. As she drew the card from his hand, her claws raked slowly, lingeringly down his palm, then over his fingers to rest lightly on the tips for a long moment. She withdrew her hand, still meeting his gaze Ð then turned slowly and walked toward the corridor, moving wearily.

He watched. Later that day, he slipped a disk into her mailbox with a short note explaining that he hadn't finished it by that morning. He had, of course, but he didn't want to give her a chance to refuse the gift. Things were reaching the point where she might.

***

She lay in the embracing comfort of the chair, idly flicking through fleshplay channels on the screen. In the background the drumming played with a low throb. She'd put all four disks into the player and set them to repeat, listening to them as she paced restlessly through the house. She'd spent the early part of the evening in a flesh den near the port, trying to jolt her flagging libido with Twilek brandy and the expert caresses of a paid attendant. The bracing bodyrub had failed to stimulate her, however, and his fawning manner, so unnatural to a Salariki, had only disgusted her. It was revolting to see a member of her race so bereft of dignity. In the end, she stood abruptly and left when she found her eyes straying to a thinly clad human male serving a party of wolfish Gigorans. She let the drumbeats wash over her body, soothing away the tension of the night. The broken images jittered over the screen, meaningless glimpses of naked beings flickering past as she jumped through the channels without registering any of them. She lifted the delicate balloon-shaped glass and drained the last of the brandy. She felt pleasantly disassociated, floating, drifting away from her troubles. She stretched and twitched her tail, feeling a warm langour creeping over her limbs. She sighed and flicked her claws slowly down her chest, dragging them lightly over the soft fur and arching her back. Her channel-jumping grew slower as she purred, dropping the glass to roll on the soft carpet and running her palm over a row of hardening nipples. She groaned, tail lashing, and flicked the topmost with a claw tip, then drew in her breath sharply and wriggled lower in her chair. Soon her hoarse, rhythmic breathing nearly drowned the music; the muted screen sat, unregarded, on a Salariki channel as she stroked both hands down her nipples and began to rub her thighs. She stretched out her legs, knocking the control to the floor, and ran the rough pads of her fingers up her thighs, higher, stroking, teasing, finding the center of pleasure and caressing it as her thunderous purr filled the room. The action on the screen paused; she tilted her head back, trembling on the edge, looking for release. She imaged Kimtok's rough, pointed tongue; she stroked harder. She focused on the image of the kneeling Salariki at the port that night and hung, aching, body writhing for release. She stared at the screen, the taut young Salariki pair moving with luxurious ease. Still she throbbed on the edge of fulfillment. She tossed her head, growling, quivering with frustrated desire. She grabbed the control and flicked the channels three, four times Ð and paused on an image of an ursoid Gruth pleasuring a human male, kneeling before him and bobbing her head down the length of his pulsing shaft.

She came like a thunderbolt.

***

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***

She was avoiding him. He was sure of it. She normally arrived a little after the main rush, choosing to avoid the crush of the morning crowd. But for the past three days she'd come right at the peak, at a time when he couldn't do more than scramble up passcards as quickly as they were requested. She wouldn't meet his eyes, either; twice she'd deliberately engaged someone in conversation in the lobby and walked with them to the desk, manufacturing an excuse to avoid looking at or speaking to him. She looked flustered and nervous, and skittered away as soon as she'd jerked the card from his hand as if trying to avoid any contact with his skin.

He couldn't decide if it was a good sign or a bad sign. She was fighting it, he was sure. But was her agitation a sign that she was starting to cave in? He hesitated a day in indecision, trying to decide if another push would bring capitulation or disaster. At last he slid the disk into her mailbox without note or comment.

***

The com unit buzzed. It had been buzzing, on and off, for most of the day. She sighed, closed her eyes, and turned up the music, letting the drumbeats drown the summons and throb through her body. She lay, slumped, on a heap of luxurious cushions, sprawled semi-naked with a crystal decanter by her side. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the vibrant emerald wine from her goblet and then set it down, lifting the decanter and pouring unsteadily as she groaned and rubbed her face. She was clad only in the thinnest of gauze robes, open down the front, and she stroked her claws up and down the soft fur of her belly as she pulled the goblet to her and drank again. On the screen in front of her, three naked humans cavorted in crude but somehow fascinating sexplay. She peered at them muzzily and licked her whiskers with a pointed tongue.

Last night, while blind drunk, she'd finally allowed herself to search for a vid of a human and a Salariki. She could find no such thing, but eventually turned up one featuring a human male and a female Trianni, a huge, tigerish race from the west galaxy. The human had placed a thick leather collar on the Trianni's neck and chained her hands behind her back, and apparently used a shock whip to enforce his commands. Kass watched the bound feline kneel to service the human's shaft with her mouth, then lick over his body, nuzzling him obediently. She'd lapped his testicles and anus, then knelt, face grinding into the floor, as he entered her from behind. Kass had watched it three times through and had come to orgasm again and again. By the end, the throbbing of the drumbeats seemed almost to pulse through the waves of her pleasure.

Now, watching the three humans, she battled with herself. She wanted to watch the human and the Trianni again, but loathed herself for the perverse fascination. She sighed and eyed the decanter. It was nearly empty. She drank deeply from her goblet, then held it to the light. A few more swallows. A few more from the decanter. And then ... she might forget herself and watch the vid again. She closed her eyes, feeling the wine drifting her far from reason, and flexed her claws as she slid her hands down to stroke her thighs again. The drumbeats thundered on.

***

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***

He was in agony. Had he pushed too far? He'd been concerned about the latest subliminals. She was still fighting it, but he had been afraid to wait any longer; she might overcome it and shake the whole thing off. Now she hadn't been in for three days, and he was burning with curiosity and dread. What if he'd pushed her too hard? What if she'd done something ... drastic? What if it wasn't possible to change ideas so strongly ingrained in her? Maybe he'd done her some kind of terrible damage, really fucked her up. Maybe she just couldn't handle the reversal of thought. He swore and pulled at his hair, mentally kicking himself. Fucking Dag and his smart ideas. It had been stupid from the start. He'd been screwing around with things he didn't understand, and now he'd Ð

"Con."

He looked up, startled. It was past midday; what was she doing in now?

"Ah, Meer Kass. I hope you're, uh ... feeling better?"

She nodded, looking weary but calm Ð much less nervous than when he last saw her. She seemed assured, but there was something underneath. He couldn't read it.

"Much recovered, thank you, Con." She seemed to linger on his name. He hoped so. She leaned forward over the counter. "I wanted to thank you, as well, for the music. It's been quite a comfort while I was ... ill."

"That's, um, really good to hear Meer Kass. I'm glad you're feeling better. You, uh, need room five, corridor one?"

She eyed him. "Not this day. I need the passcard to the roof port. I believe I have clearance there."

Con nodded, clicking quickly over the computer screen. "Yes, you do. But I don't see any landings scheduled Ð "

"It is a departure. I leave shortly. It is time I went up."

Con nodded, baffled. The screen read nothing on the pad. "I'll take you up, then. Com me from the pad when you return."

Kass nodded and waited as he secured the alcove. He struggled to make small talk, nonplussed at her strangely serene manner. She only smiled in response, sphinx-like, and waited for him to escort her to the elevator to the landing pad. The doors closed and the machinery hummed into action.

"OK, for security reasons we can't give you the passcard from the pad to the main building, but once you log back from the flight, you just need to Ð uh!"

He stopped abruptly as Kass slapped at the pause switch of the elevator and pinned him against the wall with a hungry kiss. It was startling and amazing; her tongue, rough and soft, dipped into his mouth, licking and tasting him eagerly while her claws dug into the padded wall behind him with a soft ripping sound. She leaned there, a hand on either side of him over his head, body rubbing against his eagerly. It was taut, muscular, springy Ð he yanked himself out of his daze and grabbed her. Her fur was sleek, silky, erotic Ð just as heÕd dreamed it. In seconds he was struggling with her robe, trying to raise the low hem, then finding the catches and opening it down the front. All the while she was leaning into him, licking into his mouth and nuzzling his lips. He groaned, feeling her thighs pressing against his own, her leg rubbing intently over his instant erection. He slid his hands into her robe, stroking his thumbs, with a feeling of disbelief, up the rows of nipples, four on each side, watching her arch and quiver as he touched them. They were dark, flat, close to the body, not at all like human breasts, but the feel of the silky fur around them spoke directly to his libido, and in a moment he had his tongue to one.

She purred, a deep rumble, then gave a long sigh that sounded like release from torment. She dipped her head and body, moving to bring her lips to his again, whiskers brushing his face as her tongue explored his mouth. Slowly she let herself slide down his body, claws dragging lightly down him as she nuzzled her way lower to kneel before him. He fought to keep control; the sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He stared down, watching her cloudy silver mane of flat, sleek curls flow over her neck as her hands moved over the fastenings of his coveralls. She nuzzled his crotch through the fabric as her hands worked at the catches, and he could hear the whimpering moan he gave as her long tongue curved up under his balls and then licked forward and up the length of his shaft, her warm breath sighing through the fabric. He yanked at the upper catches, wriggling violently in his haste to be rid of the material, and in a few moments struggled loose. An instant later he was leaning against the wall of the elevator, trembling and gasping as she took his shaft into her mouth and licked it hard. Her tongue was rougher, longer, and more agile than any human's; his head swam, and he pushed at her gently, trying to gain a second or two of control before he lost it completely. He looked down as she slowly pulled back, and his cock twitched hard. She was kneeling before him, one hand on his shaft, her robe open down the front - the kind of thing he'd dreamed of. But her eyes were what made his blood boil. They were slitted in pleasure, deep pools of utter fulfillment, and their only desire was to please him.

He took a deep breath, then reached down to stroke her head and ears. She purred again, and he pressed his shaft forward a little. She smiled and stroked him gently, claws curving carefully under the shaft. She leaned forward and nuzzled her head under his length, tongue darting out to lick low and hungrily. He couldn't help a groan of pleasure at the warm, rough stroke of her tongue combined with the sleek silky brush of her furred head against his cock. She lapped his balls gently, lingering over them, her tongue teasing and stroking until his knees felt ready to give way. Finally he found his voice and panted to her:

"Suck it, Kass. Please."

Eyes slitting nearly closed with pleasure, she nodded and licked up the length of his shaft, reaching up with one hand to stroke and fondle his balls. When she reached the head of his cock, she licked it hard several times, quickly, then opened her mouth and slid it in. He felt a moment of panic at the sight of her sharp white teeth; then with a moan of pleasure he felt her envelope him to the hilt. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock as she sucked softly and bobbed her head up and down the shaft. She licked and sucked with little tosses of her head, teeth well guarded as she worked him into her throat with hungry swallowing movements. Her paws pressed on his thighs and her claws pricked lightly at the skin as she nuzzled home. At last her cool nose nestled against his pubic hair, and her tongue lapped out suddenly to lick his balls again. He gripped her mane and hunched, wrapping himself around that amazing sensation, barely able to keep to his feet as he pulled back just a little and pushed into her mouth with the gentlest thrust he could manage.

She began to purr.

He shuddered and threw his head back, feeling the deep vibration throb through his cock and jolt up his spine as he dug his fingers into her mane. He thrust deep into her throat, cramming himself instinctively into her as his back arched and he knotted his hands in her fur. In a moment he was thrusting frantically, restraint forgotten as her purring shuddered through his loins and her tongue stroked him to ecstasy, her claws pricking his skin as she gripped his thighs and pulled him hungrily into her mouth. Finally he buried himself to the hilt and sobbed with pleasure as the orgasm wracked him. Kass purred and nuzzled through it, lapping him down eagerly as he throbbed against her warm, rough tongue.

When the rush finally subsided, he leaned against the wall, trembling, barely able to stand. Kass licked her whiskers clean and then lapped over his body, cleaning down his thighs and up his belly. With a last long, caressing lick she leaned back, still kneeling, and looked up to him. He saw the strange hopefulness in her eyes and shuddered, feeling a dreamlike haziness coming over him. He stroked her head and she leaned into his hand, rubbing against it like a pet cat. Con shakily gathered up his coveralls, getting back into them as he wondered how to proceed from there. Kass quietly fastened her robe, then stood, ruffling back her mane.

"Kass, I, uh ... I don't know what to say ..."

She shook her head. "If you take what I give, you make me most happy." She looked down a minute, then back up, curiously vulnerable. "Did I please you?"

Con groaned, letting his head thump back against the wall of the elevator. "Oh yeah. You pleased me."

Kass nodded, then stood. She came to lean against him, licking softly at his neck. She was tall; she stooped to nuzzle him, but there was something delicately yielding in her gesture. She murmured softly in his ear.

“I will please you again …?”

Con ran his hands over her shoulders, up her neck as he kissed her.

“Again. Any time you want.”

Kass smiled.

***

Con fidgeted over his drink. He’d never noticed how seedy and dingy the bar was; he’d come here all of the time when he lived nearby in the grimy low-rent sectors. He sighed, toying with the stack of disks in front of him. That tiny bare room with its thin walls, its constant noise, its ground-in smell of loneliness and desperation – it was hard to see how he’d managed to stand it. Meer Kass’s villa was as sleek, warm, and delicious to the touch as her own taut body, a banquet for the senses. It was going to be hard to leave.

The last month had been incredible. He walked through work in a haze, barely noticing Ko’s astonished chitterings and the amused glances of the rest of the staff. His mind wasn’t on his tasks, but it hardly seemed to matter; he spent all day thinking about getting home to the villa and discovering new ways to make Kass’s body arch and purr against him. Not that they usually bothered to wait for evening – she’d called him to her office for “assistance” so often that it was a running joke in the halls. She didn’t seem to care, either. She’d been open enough in her liaisons with other Salariki – their culture attached no special shame to such encounters. But a human … he’d expected embarrassment, or at least secrecy. Instead, she sought him out with an open sensuality that was flattering in its deliberate transparency. Now every time he saw her Ko rattled off “KASS COME FOR SHE MONKEY BOY! TIME FOR FEED KITTY!” and laughed itself almost off of the desk. The other humans treated him with a mixture of admiration and envy, but mostly with good cheer. They were glad to see someone from down the ranks make it lucky big time.

He gulped his drink, then slammed the glass down. Damnit. It was good. But it needed to end. He felt like an idiot; he had exactly what he wanted. Kass was even talking about taking him on her next mission. With her behind him, he could finally be something better than a flunky-level desk jockey. He could get a start in the trade; he could work his way into an apprenticeship. Hell, Kass would take him without a question. She’d see him through. Then he’d have his own trophies to add to the exotic jewels, the shining sculptures, the intricate tapestries that graced the villa, relics from her trading missions to a thousand strange and beautiful worlds. He would have a place there – his own place.

But it wasn’t his place. Nothing would make it his place. And nothing would make her honestly his. It was time to admit it. He thought of her as he’d seen her that morning, wide green eyes gazing at him with frank desire and … love. He’d turned away from her, and he’d felt her hurt when he did. She wanted him. She wanted him in a way that no Salariki had any business wanting him, or anybody. She wanted to be his alone, and in her race exclusivity was practically an abnormality. She wasn’t just sleeping with him; she was staying with him, helping him, turning down every Salariki male in port to go home with a naked monkey. People were talking. And he couldn’t look her in the eye any more.

He shoved the glass away, straightening. Dag came in, glancing around for him. He waved, ordered them both a round as his friend pushed through the crowded bar.

“Nice choice.” Dag grimaced, wriggling past a pair of heavy-set Gruths to reach the bar. “Thought you were moving upmarket now. Couldn’t you spring for something a little cleaner?”

Dag glanced at Con, grinning – then let his smile fade as he saw his expression.

“Damn, Con, you look like shit. Get that drink inside of you.”

Con nodded, and both drank quietly. Dag glanced at him, but waited for him to speak in his own time. Finally, Con shoved the stack of disks at him.

“Look, I really appreciate you helping me. I just … I can’t use them any more.”

Dag blinked, surprised, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah. OK. Sorry they didn’t work out for you.”

“Oh, they worked. Fuck, they worked.”

Dag drew the disks slowly over to himself, eying them a little warily.

“Really?”

“Yeah. She just … everything. You have no idea.”

Dag toyed with the disks, watching Con’s troubled expression. “Wow. I didn’t really think they’d do it.”

Con nodded. “That semi-perceptible shit … it worked like hell.” He stared bleakly into his drink, then turned abruptly, pushing the words out fast.“Look, stopping like this … it’s not gonna, you know … fuck her up or something, is it? I mean, not hearing those … things.”

Dag shook his head. “Shouldn’t. It’s just repetitive conditioning. It should wear off with time. How long, that’s anybody’s guess.” He turned a disk over in his fingers, then sighed and put the stack in his jacket pocket. He looked down at the table, feeling oddly ashamed.

“You, uh, might want to let her down easy. Let her decide to break things off.”

Con nodded. “Yeah. Her choice. All the way.”

They looked into their drinks, avoiding each others’ gaze. Dag downed his drink, then finally spoke.

“Look, Con, I’m sorry. I should’ve –“

“Yeah.” Con shook his head. “It not like I thought it would be. I mean – she’s not –“ He broke off, glancing guiltily at the door, and ducked his head.

“She’s here. I told her to meet me after work.”

Dag nodded, sympathetic. He raised his glass and touched it to Con’s.

“Fuck this. It was a stupid idea. I’ll melt the disks tonight.” He drank, then smiled with forced bravado. “So. Do I get to meet this walking goddess before she throws your ass out?”

Con nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ll introduce you. She’s in the door, stopping traffic.” He glanced up wistfully at Kass’s lithe form.

Dag grinned and looked up. He blanched, then pulled Con back down as the tall gray-furred figure glanced searchingly past them.

“She’s a Salariki?” he hissed. “You never told me she was a Salariki!”

Con blushed. “Um. Sorry. I didn’t want you to think I was, uh, weird.”

Dag stared at him silently. Con blushed deeper.

“Look, I know it’s kind of strange, but she’s really great.”

Dag kept staring.

“Fuck you,” snapped Con, glaring back at him. “So I’m hot for a chick with fur. Like you’d turn it down.”

Dag smiled oddly as he took the disks out of his jacket pocket and slid them over the bar to Con. He shook his head.

“I’m not judging. If I thought I had a chance in hell, I’d be all over her. But didn’t you think about what we were doing? The semi-perceptible frequencies work because they’re just high enough to be heard and just low enough not to register in the conscious mind.”

Con scowled, still needled. “Yeah? So what? Spell it out. I’m a friggin’ desk monkey, not an audiologist.”

Dag’s smile lingered, a faint, surprised, self-amused smile. He tapped the disks gently as he spoke. “Didn’t it occur to you that different species hear differently?”

Con blinked. Dag nodded. “I see that it didn’t.”

Con groaned. “Oh, fuck, I am an idiot. Oh, what the – man, they hear like ten times better than humans, don’t they. I am so fucked.”

“You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the door “But – only one way to find out. Ask her.”

Con stared at him, starting to frame a denial – then bit off his words as a warm, strong hand closed on his shoulder. He looked up guiltily to find Kass smiling down.

“Good evening, Con.” Her purring tone as she lingered over his name and her sly green eyes, half-closed with pleasure, belied her formal greeting. He gulped and looked up, then with a start reached hurriedly but belatedly for the disks that lay on the bar. Kass stopped his hand with a rough-padded velvet paw.

“Mmmm, drummers. My favorites.” She turned the disks over curiously. “But Con, you will not give these away, will you?” She looked at him, puzzled – then slowly smiled, eyeing Dag with amusement and nodding as if suddenly seeing a joke.

“Ahhh. You too have ambitions. Con has told you of his success.” She smiled, eyes dancing mischievously. “I cannot promise that you will meet with equal fortune, but his approach was certainly … novel. I never met a human with such courage and cleverness, nor did I think to.” She stroked Con’s hair, smiling proudly.

“To marry the subservience of a human underling with the boldness of a Salariki male by speaking in one way with his person, and another under his music – one way when giving the gift, and another in the gift itself – I did not think that humans had such subtlety, or such boldness.” She grinned at Con, winking. “I will not be disturbed that you lend our disks to your friend. Perhaps another of my race will learn the inventiveness of humans. But you must have them returned. I would not wish to lose the records of your courtship; they are an art in themselves.”

Con sat, quietly stunned, as Dag grinned and pushed the disks toward him.

“Thank you, Meer Kass,” he replied. “But I have already learned all that I need from them.”

Kass smiled, scooping the disks into her belt pouch. “Then shall we leave, Con? I would linger with your friend, but there is much to do at home.” Her sultry gaze left little doubt of her intent as she leaned forward to nuzzle his ear playfully. As he fumbled to his feet, her whiskers brushed against him as she whispered softly -

“Kass loves Con.”

ee her bating suit that I could swear that she bought it when she was about 11 or 12 years old.

 

-         “Hey John!”  She yelled.

-         “Hey Lindsay!” I yelled back, turning to her with the hose.

-         “Argghhhh! John don’t do that! It’s too fucking cold!”

-         “Oh, I’m very sorry, but I was thinking that is to damn hot and you looked like you needed a shower” I told her smiling to my ears. “And by the way… I told you before and your mother as well not to use that language cause is not appropriate”

She turns around and took off her t-shirt, waving like she didn’t hear me. Then she drops the skirt and left me with my jaws open drooling. I haven’t seen her butt that naked until that moment. Actually I haven’t see her that naked until that moment. She was like a naked goddess from the antic Greece, with that beautiful and sensual body that looked like a top model you wouldn’t see but on tv. And is true that I didn’t think about her like a woman before. She was plain and simple beautiful.

 

            - “John, come have a swim with me” she said.

I was still thinking about her body and the invite seemed to be unreal. I didn’t know what to do. In a moment I took the decision. I went inside and took off my t-shirt and my leggings and put on a bating suit. I took a towel and went out.

 

-         “Yeah!” she said. I looked at her trying not to stare but damn she was beautiful.

-         “Step aside because I’ll jump!” I yelled. Not taking any advice from me she just stood there. I jumped next to her and a nice wave took her by surprise.

-         “Don’t do that you big fat one!” –  “ I’ll tell my mother you tried to kill me she said”

-         “No you wont, you big fat cow” I yelled back making her laugh and clap her hands.

She came next to me and she whispered “Am I a big fat cow?”. I start laughing then put a hand on her head and push her in the water. She just sunk and stays there for some seconds making me dive for her. I took her left arm and push her at the surface and once her head out of the water she tried to sunk me. By doing that she lost her equilibrium and dived again. Doing that she hit her head by the side of the pool. I’ve heard just a little noise but I didn’t think about that and when I turn around to her, she was not there. I went down in the water and I saw her not making any move. I was scared. I pull her out and she still didn’t move. I took her out of the pool and I saw that she was breathing very soft but didn’t move. It was the time for panic.

- “Lindsay! Lindsay! Wake up!” I shake her but with no response. Desperately I took her in my arms and I went inside my house. There I went in my bedroom and put her in my bed. I start looking for any sign of blood but there seemed to be none. I turned her head from side to side looking carefully. No sign of head cracked. I was relieved.

 

- “Lindsay! Lindsay! Wake up!” I told her. No response. She was just lying in my bed, almost naked. I took a towel and tried to dry her body. I didn’t know what to do. I was thinking to call 911 but didn’t. It seems like she doesn’t need a medic. I will try to let her wake up.

 

Continuing to try to dry her off and accidentally touched her breasts. I shivered for a second, having a strong feeling that I was not supposed to do this, but couldn’t help myself not doing it. In a second I decided and see her breast. As easily I could I took off her left breast the bra and there it was. I have seen breasts and bodies in my life but damn… this was the most beautiful body and the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Young and perky, her body was superb.

 

She was asleep. I took off her bra completely and I start sucking a nipple. It was a pink nipple, round and swollen. The feeling of tasting her nipple produced a strong hardon in my boxers. I was on my knees next to a bed with a beautiful naked girl. I looked at her pussy that was covered only by a thin layer of almost transparent material. I parted her legs a bit and push a finger between her legs just to feel her pussy.

 

I was like drunk. Couldn’t think of anything but her naked body. I took off my boxers and put my dick in her hand. A part of my brain was trying to tell me that this is wrong and that I could be in a big trouble if she wakes up. But my other brain was telling me to go all the way.

 

Thinking of what should I do, I didn’t notice that she moaned easily. When she moved a little, her hand got a grip of my swollen disk. I woke up from my dreaming with a touch of panic.

 

-         “Lindsay!” – I whispered. “Are you ok?”

-         “John, where am I?” she asked still holding my dick.

-         “You’re in my bed, you beautiful one. You hit your head by the pool and loose your conscience. I took you home to call 911 but I saw that you’re just asleep and I let you sleep.”

 

She looks around and sees my hard dick and that she has no bra.

 

-         “John, why am I naked?” she ask with her voice softened. “And more important, why do I hold your dick?”

-         “Trying to dry you off, your bra just dropped” I tried.

-         “And why is your dick in my hand?”

-         …

-         “John did you try to make out with me?”

-         “No dear, just that I was trying to get myself dried when you move a little and I came to check you out. You then took my dick in your hand”

-         “John don’t lie to me because I’m not stupid” she said with some anger in her voice. She took her hand off my dick and start look around for her bra. She tried to rise from the bed but she went back almost instantaneously.

-         “Ahhh! My head hurt me so much. Do you have some pill for headache?”

-         “Yes honey. Be right back”. Saying this I went in the bathroom and to the small case with medicaments I have there. I took a moment to see what can I give her and then a thought came over me. In there I’ve always had some strong sleeping pills that throw me away in a sound sleep when I couldn’t sleep. I took two pills and went in the kitchen for a glass with water and then back to the bedroom.

-         “Here you go honey, take these two pills and you’ll be fine in a couple of minutes.”

She took the pills and then I said:

 

-         “Lindsay, you know that I like you and I don’t want to hurt you, no way! Stay here till you can rise up and then come to the living room to chat”

-         “Ok John. But I wanted to tell you that even if you like me and I like you, what you were trying to do is not appropriate and I do not want”

-         “Is ok honey. Believe me that I didn’t want anything from you. Just relax and we talk when you come in the living room”

 

Saying that I left the room and closed the door. I went in the kitchen and open a bottle of whiskey and put some in a big glass with some ice. And then went to the living room and turn on the tv, waiting. I was so excited and my head was spinning with ideas of what to do with her. I start stroke my dick hard while thinking of hear tits and in a couple of minutes I felt like I’ll cum. Having nothing to cum to, I held the glass with whiskey and cum in it, feeling ashamed of myself. I went up and put the glass on the table next to the bottle. My dick was still pretty hard and I didn’t bother to take my boxers on. A couple of minutes later I was still thinking at the gorgeous girl in my bedroom and I went to the bedroom door. I opened as easily as I could and looked at her. She was asleep.

 

I didn’t want to take any chances to wake her up so I entered the room and just sit on the floor looking at her. Damn she was gorgeous! Her body was now covered with a blanket and she was breathing slowly. Her blond hair was around her head and her mouth was a little open. Sitting there and looking at her makes me hard again. In my head were images of her sucking me and her tits covered with my cum. Were images that I have never before imagine that I could accomplish.

 

After another fifteen minutes I went up and to her bed. I uncovered her and put a hand on her breasts. She was asleep all right. I took off her bra and caress her breast for a bit. Then I took the decision that I need to have her to be mine. In my head a plan was forming.

 

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