Dream
I'm trapped.
They've a stitch of clothing. How could they do this? I'm an astronaut.
They told me the next crew will be arriving soon. Meanwhile I floated weightless and nude awaiting their arrival.
I thought back on my training now. It became clear that I had been trained for a different mission. While the rest of the astronaut class had been memorizing technical specifications and practicing spacewalks I was eating pussy and sucking cock. Evaluated in a rigorous manner on technique and skill and pleasure. I was the top of my class.
The hypnosis treatments. I thought they were for my benefit, now I realize it was for my conditioning. I was being trained as the first pleasure Astronaut. There ws going to be a rotating member on board to take care of the crew's needs. It improved their focus if the sexual tension was removed.
It helped in accomplishing tasks, it helped in female/male relationships if sex was provided free of commitment by a third person. And it was a perk of the job.
"Fly in space, fuck a space bunny."
They were coming in an hour.
I started masturbating again. My training was quite ingrained. I may have some underlying misgivings about my role...but I loved to fuck.
This time I hoped it was an all woman crew, I liked women the best.
I love taking space virginities, I wonder if they'll sneak aboard a bigger strapon?
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The next morning shortly after Linda had seen Sarah out the door. She was wearing an old pair of sweats, as a real estate broker she doesn't go to work until later in the morning, most of her clients wanted to meet her after work or on the weekend.
She started walking down the hall to the kitchen for another cup of coffee, when the doorbell rang.
She turned back and opened it.
Tatiana Carvella stood there, dominating the doorway. Behind her was the blond girl, Dania, peeking around the side of Tatiana and holding a wrapped painting.
Linda was stunned, "…g..good morning Tatiana."
Tatiana stiffened briefly, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"umm…Of course, won't you come in please."
Tatiana entered and surveyed the interior of the house. The furniture and décor was all American cheap. There were one or two passable pieces but in general everything had been bought as needed from a big box retailer. Tatiana couldn't help hiding her scorn.
"How uninspiring."
Linda was briefly angry and was about to say something to counter the comment, when Tatiana turned and focused on her, the gaze and the unexpected smile broke Linda's concentration.
"You and your exquisite daughter inspired me yesterday afternoon. I went into…ah…a frenzy, yes that's the word frenzy. I'm afraid that Dania didn't get much rest last night."
Linda was shocked at the brazenness, did she just mean they had sex…no she couldn't.
Tatiana paused for a moment, she seemed to know what was going through Linda's head, "I had her pose for me as I painted. I would like to give it to you as a gift." She snapped her fingers Dania came around from behind Tatiana and Linda got her first clear look at the girl this morning.
She was wearing a loose sweater and thin strappy sandals. The sweater hung down below her bottom, her legs were bare. Linda wondered if she had anything on underneath.
Tatiana took the painting from her and held it out to Linda and Dania scurried back behind Tatiana. Linda gingerly took it and looked from the painting to Tatiana and back to the painting.
"Thank you, you shouldn't have…"
"When the inspiration comes upon me, my dear, I have no protection. It is a…how do you say…have-to-do?"
"Compulsion?" answered Linda.
"Da, compulsion."
Tatiana crossed her arms and waited. Linda didn't do anything for a moment until Tatiana cocked an eyebrow at her. Linda moved over to the couch to lay one edge of the painting upon and started to tear away the brown paper wrapping.
As she exposed the top of the painting she could see at first only the hypnotic blues and greens of the background and then Dania's head became visible. It was thrown back and she was biting on the index finger of her left hand, her eyes closed, her hair disheveled.
Linda gasped at the expression of ecstasy nakedly painted. Linda glanced up at the other two women. Tatiana focused back at her and Dania glancing from behind her appeared slightly embarrassed.
Linda started feeling confused as she forced her hands to continue opening up the wrapped painting.
What is going on? Why am I feeling dizzy?
She tore away the top half of the painting and her eye was immediately drawn to the girl's bare breasts. The nipples were pink and firm, Tatiana had used layers and layers of paint to bring emphasis to them, your eye seemed drawn to their vibrance. She could see beads of sweat dribbling down the smooth flesh of Dania's chest, coursing over just the hint of a rib that framed Dania's naked tummy.
Linda could see Dania's other arm snaked down lower past her belly button. She had yet to reveal the lower half of the painting.
"I see you share my appreciation of Dania, she has been an extraordinary subject to paint." Tatiana said quietly.
Linda's hands froze. She couldn't make herself go any further. Her pulse had quickened.
Tatiana snapped her fingers again and Dania came up next to Linda, she reached down and helped tear away the rest of the brown paper. Dania revealed herself to Linda. The other hand was down over her vagina, the middle finger bent under and hidden, clearly embedded deep inside her moist cunt.
It was the most erotic thing Linda had ever seen.
Her breathing sped up. She noticed that Dania had her hand on top of hers, their eyes met. Then the moment broke. Dania left her side and went back behind Tatiana.
"What do you think dear?" Asked Tatiana after a few moments of silence from Linda.
"Uh…it's stunning." She had to swallow uncomfortably after saying it.
"I know it is one of my better pieces that is why I must give it to you, you inspired me."
"How…how did I inspire you." Asked Linda confused.
"I do not ask myself these questions," Tatiana said as she began to walk around the room, "You struck a chord deep inside, you and your daughter. I can only follow my muse." She looked around the living room, "Now where shall we hang it. Ugh the furnishing is horrid; I will have to do something about that."
She walked out of the room and upstairs, "Bring the painting Miss Moore."
