Alien Visit
Chapter 1
What a week! It started out so perfectly, and then turned to colossal weirdness. I'd listed a house and the attached acre of grounds about three months ago in a very expensive, gated neighborhood in the Greater Los Angeles area. Last month, it sold for $20,000,000, right at the asking price. The buyer got a real deal and I pocketed $600K as the listing agent. My business is "estate agent" which means I list properties and help buyers find their dream homes as a broker and real estate agent. Opting for only the high end properties, I don't make a lot of sales, but when I do, my commission on one sale will keep me in clover for the next year.
I live in a gated community with many rich people. I'm not one of them. My boyfriend/husband was a professional basketball player who made a pile of money each year playing for a local, professional team. But, at the age of 29, his heart "exploded" and he passed away. It was a genetic defect that his doctor and the team doctors had no idea he had. The house we lived in is a massive 5000 square feet, sitting on an acre of gardens, fountains, a tennis court (which he modified to be a full basketball court), swimming pool, an outdoor kitchen, and an expansive, sheltered entertaining area also outside. My black ass has been rattling around in that place for nearly two years now, alone.
In order to stay in the high-end real estate market, I needed a nice car to drive prospective clients around. One of my first listings was with a divorced woman who got the couple's house, cars, half his stock and bonds, half his 401k, and all his cash. She caught him wet-dicked with some skank that worked for him in his attorney office, proved with pictures and witnesses. One of the cars was a brand new Rolls Royce Phantom, which retailed for north of $600,000. She gave me the car in lieu of my traditional commission. She needed the cash. As it was a "used" car, I was able to knock off a big portion of it as depreciation before declaring it on my taxes. I do love my tax accountant!
Anyway, on this particular Saturday morning, I'd cleared my calendar for the day. I did have an appointment on Sunday to show one of my listings to two agents with interested clients. Hopefully, they'd get into a bidding war and the seller and I would score some serious cash. I'd made and consumed breakfast, started the laundry, and had just opened the newspaper to read when the doorbell rang. I had no idea who it could be on a Saturday, but I answered it anyway. It had to be someone from the neighborhood. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to get past the security guard at the gate.
Striding to the front door, I could see through the glass sidelights that my caller was a tall, blonde man, with an open shirt, board shorts, and sandals on. He beamed a killer smile when he saw me. I smiled back. What an amazing specimen, I thought, but I still wondered what this Adonis was doing on my doorstep.
Before I could ask him what he wanted or even greet him, he smiled and said, "You are B. J. Carter?" he asked. I nodded, but was suspicious of his purpose. "I'm Pieter van der Zanden," he smiled broadly. He held out his big paw for me to shake. His hand was warm and I sensed something pleasant pass between us. I smiled at his forward approach, but still didn't know what he was doing on my front porch. "Please excuse me for arriving unannounced, but I just arrived and you were recommended as the right man to find a house for me. I'm looking for something in the $10 million to $20 million range with about 5000 square feet of floor space and at least an acre of land. Do you think you can help me?" He had a slight accent that I couldn't place, but assumed he was Dutch from the name he revealed.
"Please come in," I finally said, nearly forgetting my manners as I stared at this incredible man before me. He was probably a couple of inches taller than I (I'm 6'4") and his open shirt billowed out as he walked forward, revealing a massive chest, washboard abs, and hairless skin. His masculine face was more than handsome, but too rugged to be pretty. I turned to watch as he strode past me. His round, muscled ass left me drooling and my dick hardening swiftly. I was wearing workout shorts, because I was going to hit my home gym after I finished the newspaper. My brick dick was obvious to anyone within a mile of the house.
He turned to inquire as to where we should converse. I suggested the sheltered lanai at the back of the house that overlooked downtown Los Angeles to hold our conversation. Before he headed in the indicated direction, he checked out my burgeoning crotch and smiled. He squeezed his dick which was snaking down his right leg, held tightly and clearly outlined by his two-sizes-too-small board shorts. I gasped at the sight. I have a big 10" dick, but his was bigger than mine in thickness and length. Again, my mouth drooled and so did my hard dick. I know precum was soaking a widening spot in my spandex shorts.
I glanced at his dick again. The end of it was beginning to moisten his shorts, too. Tearing my eyes away from his magnificent manhood, I grabbed a legal pad and a pen and sat down. He sat next to me. I began to write his name. He corrected the spelling. I wrote down the specifics of what he was looking for in a home. Then, I began with other questions to see if I could narrow down his needs. I quickly found out that he wasn't married and had no prospects of it. Three or four bedrooms would be adequate as long as all of them had en suite bathrooms. He wanted a "turnkey" home with four or more garages, a library, office, and modern kitchen. He didn't want a dark Mediterranean home or a modern design home that was all angles and stark lines. A view would be nice, but not required.
Being near him brought out all of my desires get fucked by him. Even though I have a big dick, I love getting fucked by very well-hung men. My deceased husband had a really big dick like mine and used it on me at least twice a day. I fucked him a couple times a week, but he was nearly always the top. When he was home between games or in the off season, our couplings would be more frequent. We were a couple of guys in our twenties. Of course, we were oversexed!
In the two years since his passing, I've had an occasional romp with other men, but they were far too infrequent. So, I jacked off a lot and used a BIG dildo to satisfy my hungry ass. You'd think that my real estate business would get me some tail, but I never mixed business with pleasure. Well, at least, not until after the transaction was completed. But, those never went farther than a quick fuck and a thank you. There was one woman that I did play with, though. She's the one that gave me the new Rolls Royce Phantom. We were strictly fuck buddies. When she needed some deep dicking, I was it. Or when I needed to make a big sperm deposit, she was usually available. We never were seen in public and she always came to my place. Our sessions lasted less than 30 minutes. I usually nutted before she did, so I ate her out and she always climaxed. I do love the taste of my seed!
Each time Pieter touched me or our shoulders rubbed, I felt another surge of hormones. I wanted this guy so much. But, my ironclad rule about not fucking with clients kept getting in the way. And my resolve was weakening. This couldn't continue!
"Let's go look at some listings on-line," I suggested, rising quickly. My dick was hard as steel and painfully pointed down my right leg. I adjusted it so that it pointed up instead. That was a major mistake. The big head jumped out over the waistband and oozed out drops of precum. I knew he saw it, but I pushed it down so that it pointed to the side instead. He followed me into the library/den/office. I booted up the computer and waited for a moment. When I brought up the real estate site that I always used, I entered several parameters, and bent over the desk to see what results I got. Pieter leaned in too, but he was directly behind me and I could feel his massive dick pressing against my ass. I wiggled my ass, but quickly stopped, reminding myself of my rule. Quickly, I sat down, but Pieter merely leaned into my shoulder to get a better look. I knew he was doing this on purpose. I could feel the heat of his huge dick pressed against me.
I turned my head to ask him if the house on the screen interested him. His hard dick pressed against my left cheek, leaving a wet spot where his dick head was leaking massive quantities of precum. He smiled and glanced at the screen, keeping his crotch against me. The scent of masculine musk was overwhelming. "We could look at it today, if you're interested," I croaked out.
"I'd much rather look at this," he smirked, rubbing his big hand against my encased, very hard dick.
"Uh, I, uh, try not to get, uh, intimate, with my clients. I need to keep the relationship, uh, professional," I stammered.
"Do I need to find another estate agent, then?" he smiled evilly.
I hesitated. "Uh, well, I really can't..." I muttered looking into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I've never been kissed so softly, so lovingly. Even my husband didn't kiss this well, and I thought he was the best.
"Are you sure you can't help me out?" he smiled again, finishing his question with another soul-sizzling kiss. "I hope we can make this work for both of us," he added in a whisper before he kissed me again and gently stroked my hard dick. My dick was going to be a problem. If he didn't stop kissing and stroking me, I was going to jet my load into my shorts.
I pushed his hand away from my dick. "I'll nutt if you keep that up."
"We can't have that, can we," he whispered in the sexiest voice I've ever heard. I was hypnotized by it. "Let me help you out." He slowly pulled me out of my chair, knelt before me, and pulled my shorts down. My hard dick swung up heavily. His lips captured my leaking dick warmly. His wet, warm mouth made my dick jerk threateningly. He swallowed several inches of my fat dick, surprising me with his skill. No one had ever swallowed my dick before. With one hand, he cupped my heavy nuts. One finger rubbed against my perineum (my taint) and touched my asshole.
With a strangled cry, my dick fired hard and repeatedly. I couldn't stop my climax and I didn't want to. This man had hit every climax button I had. Shaking all over, I was on the verge of collapsing. But, his big hands held on to me as I filled his gullet and stomach with my male juices. Fuck! What a rush! "I'm sorry that I shot so fast," I apologized. "That's not like me."
"I'm sure you have a lot more you can deliver in the next load," he said as he pulled away from my slowly deflating dick. He stood up and kissed me gently again, sharing the bounty of my warm load. "You're an amazing man," he sighed, when we broke our kiss. "I've chosen well."
I wondered what he meant by that. I assumed he meant that he'd selected the correct estate agent, but I couldn't be sure. It was the tone that he used and the sexy smile. I was confused. But, he kissed me again and the confusion disappeared. Finally remembering that his big dick hadn't blasted, I copped a feel and found that he was still very hard and leaking. "I need to reciprocate," I smiled after the next kiss. "Let's go to the master bedroom and see what I can do to service you."
He took my hand and let me to the master. How did he know where it was? I suppose that in a house of this size, it may be obvious where my bedroom was, but that brought up my confusion again. He pulled me into the room and moved me to the bed. He helped me take off my shorts, shirt, and socks. After pushing me back on the bed, he slowly stripped off his clothes. His massive dick stood up proudly, leaking a clear thread of precum that reached for the floor.
Pieter moved on to the bed and pushed my knees into my chest. His tongue and lips closed over my asshole and he ate me out. Was he guessing or did he somehow know that this big, black man with a big dick was really an unrepentant bottom? The thought instantly vanished as his tongue worked into me, making my insides quiver with anticipation.
I was begging for his dick moments later. He smiled over my balls as his tongue continued to work on my ass. "Soon," he said, "very soon." But, it wasn't soon enough for me. I kept begging, pleading for his big dick. He smiled again and rose to his knees. Reaching inside the drawer of the nightstand, he pulled out a small pump bottle of lube. How did he know that lube could be found there? "I think we may need this, despite your need to get bred," Pieter observed. "You'll want to do this again very soon and I don't want to ruin your sweet hole by abusing it right away."
Pushing my legs harder into my chest, he lined up his horse dick and slowly descended into my depths. Oh, how good this felt! His massive dick was the perfect size to hit all my pleasure nerves. I moaned loudly and drew his face toward mine for another rapturous kiss. His hips slowly fucked his manhood in and out of my hungry ass. Even when I felt his pubes crush against my hole, I wanted more. He made his big dick jerk inside me. I've never felt anyone go this deep. I didn't think it was possible, but it was with Pieter. He set up a perfect rhythm that had me singing his praises while my hands on his big, muscular ass urged him to fuck me deeper and harder. I desperately needed him to nutt in my butt.
"Please, Pieter," I begged, "I want you to pound a massive load up my ass tunnel. Don't hold back. Please, Pieter!"
"As you wish," he groaned. I could feel his hard dick jerk inside me in staccato fashion. I held his ass hard against me. I wanted that magic wand buried so deep that his cream would jet out of my mouth. He kissed me urgently as he added more jizz to the reservoir he'd dug with his dick inside me. His thrusts didn't abate as he pounded my ass. He wanted to breed me well by pushing his man juices to coat all sides of my fuck tunnel.
"You're an amazing man," I finally said when we broke our kiss. "What a fuck!"
"And you're the best man I've ever been with. I love everything about you."
"Oh, shit! I didn't ask if you were negative before you bred me. Oh, Fuck!" I cried.
"Not to worry," he assured me. "I'm negative. I'd never fuck with you if it were possible that I'd transmit any kind of disease to such a perfect man." He played with my dick, making it hard again. "Would you like to fuck me with that beautiful thing?" he asked.
"You don't know my status," I cautioned.
"Yes, I do, B.J." he assured me.
"But, how would you know? Have you been spying on me and my private information?" I bristled.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," he smiled gently. "But, it was only for the best possible reasons."
"And what could those reasons be?" I almost snarled.
"Because you're interesting, we've been observing you," he replied.
"What the fuck for? And who is `we'?" I snarled.
"Because you have such potential," he smiled sweetly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned. "And how have you been doing it? I haven't seen any listening or observations posts nearby."
"Nonetheless, we've been watching."
"Who are you, anyway? You're not from around here, are you?"
"No, not around here."
"I thought so. Your name and accent told me that, if that is your real name. So, what government agency are you from?"
"I'm not from your government."
"Then, who? And how have you bugged my house and car?"
"We haven't bugged either one."
"So, you've done it from a distance?"
"Yes."
"From Holland?"
He laughed. "No, not from Holland."
"Farther away like Russia?"
"No, much closer."
"Like, how much closer?"
"Just a few hundred miles away."
"How can you eavesdrop on me from that distance?"
He looked up. I looked up, too. "From the ceiling?"
"No, several hundred miles up."
"In space?"
"Yeah."
"Which country?"
"Well, that's where it gets a little, uh, unexpected," he grinned. "It's a consortium of planets that monitors emerging spacefaring beings."
"You're an alien?" I blustered, nearly laughing out loud.
"That depends on your perspective," he smiled benevolently at me. "To us, you're the alien."
"Oh, yeah, that would be the case," I mused. "So, if you're monitoring us, why are you here instead of in space?"
"Ah, there's the crux of the matter. My assignment was to monitor up to 2000 individuals to get a cross-section of the people of your planet. Alas, my observation post had a malfunction dealing with the atmospheric controls due to a meteor strike. The ship was able to repair the hull automatically, but the atmospheric generators were irreparable. I had to crash the craft into the Marianas Trench, the deepest part of the ocean, and transport myself down. I found you to be the most agreeable person that I'd been observing, so I chose to ask for your assistance and silence until I can be rescued."
"Wow!" I blurted out. "That's quite a tale. So, uh, when do you expect to be rescued?" I still wasn't sure that I was "buying" what he was "selling."
"In about two of your solar years, I'll get picked up. They can sort me out from all the other beings on the planet and transport me back," he revealed.
"So, your people look like this?" I asked, waving my hand over his magnificent body.
"Well, mostly, but there are some distinct differences."
"Such as?" I pressed.
"Well, our skin tone is more blue than pink, hair colors can vary, but are more like thick threads than hair, and we have different internal organs and the placement thereof."
"And you were able to change them to fit in here?"
"Yes, we can manipulate our DNA to come to an approximation of yours."
"So, assuming everything you've told me is true, what is it that you want from me?"
He smiled that dazzling smile of his and replied, "Right now, I want you to fuck me with that beautiful hard dick of yours."
"I won't get you pregnant, will I?" I laughed.
"No, there's no chance of that," he laughed with me. "Please, B. J. Fuck me? I haven't had any kind of sex in three years."
"Geez! What did you do when you needed to get off?" I asked as he straddled my hard dick and slowly descended its full length.
"There are medications that I've been taking to curb my sexual drives. Even with that help, I still needed to jet out loads occasionally. You may think it gross, but I can suck myself off and deliver my male juices into my stomach. No mess, no clean up. But, I stopped taking the meds when I knew I had to abandon ship and beg you to shelter me for two years. I know that's asking a great deal. But, you are the perfect complement to me."
"How do you know that? Just by observation?"
"Well, you have a big house, a large income, and a secluded estate. You rarely entertain, except for one lady. And when you fucked her, my dick always got hard, but when you ate her out afterwards, I always shot a load down my throat. That is your one characteristic that I haven't understood. I thought you were gay, but fucking her at your home occasionally seemed to make my data suspect."
"Oh, that," I blushed. "She's a good woman and a friend. She needs occasional sexual services, and I'm happy to provide them, because I get my rocks off and she gives me the names of her very large circle of rich friends and acquaintances who are in the market to either buy a new home or sell their existing one. There is nothing between us, other than sex. We're never seen together in public."
"But, if you had your choice, you'd prefer bedding down with a male?"
"Oh, yeah, of course. And you already figured out that I prefer to bottom for a well-hung man like you."
"Yes, my observations have confirmed that. And I extend my condolences to you on the loss of your husband. I know he meant the world to you," Pieter added.
"Thank you. He did mean a lot to me. That's one of the reasons I haven't been going out with other men again. And why I've been fucking Jennifer. She's safe and I felt that fucking with other men was a betrayal of what I had with my husband. It's kinda complicated, but I hope you understand?"
"Relationships with other beings, even of the same species, are often complicated. But, I can understand what you mean. Abandoning a commitment to your mate is very hard to do, even if they are deceased."
"And what about your people? Humans try to practice monogamy, but we aren't always successful," I stated.
"Some do, but most don't," Pieter replied. "Most of us are in multiple relationships and those with whom we couple are free to couple with others in whatever manner works for them. It does make for interesting living and sleeping arrangements," he laughed.
"What about the children produced from those unions?"
"Children are rarely conceived in those multiple arrangements. Both people have to agree that this is what they want. The child requires nourishment from both parents, or the child will die. It is especially difficult when one of the parents is killed and can't sustain the child any longer. Our science has advanced to very high levels, but we still haven't been able to synthesize the nutrition that both parents must give."
"How long does the child require nourishment from both parents?" I pressed.
"By the age of four, they are able to get by with adult food without supplementing from the parents. So, you see that the decision to make a child is one that requires a big commitment. Many people want to play around and experience multiple partners, both male and female. Most don't feel the need to have a child."
"Would either parent be able to couple with others during the child's first four years?"
"Oh, yes. From the date of the conception through that fourth year, both parents may experience the joys of coupling with others. But, I should mention that our solar year is about half of yours, so that would mean that the couple must stick around for two of your years."
"But, after the fourth year, who has responsibility for the educating, housing, feeding, and welfare of the child?"
"That is up to the parents to decide. There are many options, including child rearing facilities with people who love children and, in essence, bring up that child without the birth parents. That is not the norm, however. And if the parents do decide to have someone bring up their child, the birth parents are still responsible for the cost of food, education, and lodging and a stipend for the adoptive parents."
"At what point are the children considered adults and can be on their own?"
"About 20 of your years is the usual emancipation of a child. But, it isn't always so. Some children require more attention to master adult skills, including living without support. A few are able to do very nicely at a younger age, but that is rare."
All of this detail was interesting, but I was still wondering if I were doing the right thing. I didn't know this guy from a tree, but he hit my sex buttons really hard. Was he some kind of scam artist? I did know that he wasn't looking for a $10 million to $20 million home for himself. That was just a way to get to me. Of course, I was disappointed about that, but he was so gifted in so many ways that I was drawn to him like iron to a magnet.
And one of those gifts was his skill at massaging my dick with his ass muscles. As we'd been talking, he had been fucking himself on my 10" phallus. His occasional moans of pleasure showed how much he was enjoying getting fucked. His thick, long dick hardened again as my hips began thrusting up into him. His hands rested on my chest as we fucked. His hard dick bounced and leaked precum, leaving multiple slug trails of clear fluid on me.
"Oh, fuck! How I've missed a big dick up my ass for the last three years," he moaned. His ass muscles stroked my dick like two, big hands. He was bringing me dangerously close to another climax. But, just as I thought I'd tip over into a monster climax, he backed off. How did he know that I was so close? My facial contortions could have given me away, but he only smiled beatifically. As I pulled back from the precipice, Pieter leaned down and kissed me. His tight ass never lost its grip on my engorged baby-maker.
"You're driving me crazy," I sighed. "Your ass is so talented and I need to cum so badly!"
"You'll get there. I promise," he smiled and leaned back. His ass grabbed my dick and massaged it carefully. He knew I was close again, but kept his grip and speed perfectly tuned to my need to breed. I held his hips down and thrust eagerly up his butt. I had to get off or I'd burst.
"Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK!" I roared. My dick jerked hard and blasted out another big load in rapid squirts. I couldn't thrust into him fast enough or deep enough to satisfy my soaring pleasure. His ass muscles caressed and pulled at my dick, pushing me deeper into my pleasure zone. This was the most amazing climax I'd ever experienced. I tingled all over! I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't catch my breath. Pieter leaned in and kissed me again as my dick fired again and again.
It was a full minute later before I came back to earth and opened my eyes. His grin told me that he enjoyed my climax as much as I did. His very hard dick was standing over my chest, leaking an amazing quantity of precum.
"Do you want this load in your mouth or up your ass, again?" he questioned.
"I'm a bottom! Give me that big dick and load deep in my ass again!" I urged.
"Same position?"
"Oh, yes!"
He pulled off my dick, swooped in and cleaned cum from it before he lifted my legs and pressed them into my chest. In one swift motion, he descended to my asshole and ate out his previous load. Again, I squealed and moaned at his skill. My insides quivered at the pleasure that he imparted to my butt. I had to have him inside me again. I was a begging whore. I couldn't get enough of him.
He smiled over my balls like he had before. "You're really hungry for another fuck, aren't you?" he laughed.
"You have no idea how much I love your dick in my black ass," I groaned. "Please, Pieter! Get WAY up inside me! And fill me up with your sweet sperm."
He ignored my plea for another minute or so. He moved closer to me and pressed his hard dick against my back door. "Is this what you wanted?" he smirked.
"Fuck me!" I shouted. I grabbed his big dick and impaled myself on it. "Yeah, fuck yeah!"
Slowly, he pushed forward as he leaned in for another heart-melting kiss. More inches of his pink pole slid up my ass. I wiggled and sucked on it with my ass muscles. "More," I begged.
When his pubes crushed against my ass lips, I sighed at our completed coupling. "You're one dick-hungry man," he said. "I've had a number of men that I've enjoyed, but no one loves my dick as much as you do." Pieter slowly fucked me, using nearly every inch of his massive dick to pleasure my ass. Only the big, bulbous head always stayed inside me. "How long do you want to fuck before I breed you again?"
"I think you're good for several more hot fucks," I asserted. "So, nutt as soon as you want. Empty those big nuts into my ass. Go for maximum pleasure, Pieter. This is about you."
And he did. In less than 30 seconds, he bellowed out his climax. I felt huge fire-hose-like jets of cum blast up my deep tunnel. I lost count at about eight squirts. He was filling me up with his alien-male essence and I couldn't get enough.
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