Laraloubaye relished in her current vocation, but she was glad nevertheless when her long shift had been completed.
Working in the Fifth Core Repository of the 23rd Vice Queen of the Lusawarare Planetary Cluster, she transposed recorded holographic erotica to the MexMRM (Mind Extension Multiple Reality Matrixes – the Zoue internet) so that it could be viewed by all who could access it; some 21 trillion Zoue.
Enjoyable though it was, doing this for a solid week with no rest took its toll. It was both arousing and frustrating to spend 168 hours viewing all manner of erotica while its was being uploaded.
Though pleasuring herself to relieve the tension helped, it was no substitute for what she was truly craving – a male, preferably an Ozoollar male.
Laraloubaye is Zoue (pronounced “Zooway”), one of some 21 trillion brown and black-skinned woman who are genetically engineered offshoots of humanity some two million years removed.
Like the rest of what was once known as “humanity” the Zoue had dispersed, and had been dispersed, throughout some 370,000 to 400,000 worlds, and over one million Zoue-built space constructs throughout the universe.
During this time humanity overall had dispersed throughout over four million worlds, whereby various offshoots had mated with other life forms they had encountered, while others had chose to remain genetically pure (more or less). The Zoue were one such offshoot.
Laraloubaye was an average Zoue. Standing 14-feet tall, with an extraordinarily voluptuous figure (large, pert, full, nearly oblong breasts with large erect nipples, a medium-sized waist, a nearly unreal gravity-defying derriere shaped like a two bubbles, and long fleshy legs more like dancers’ legs); she had a rich, flawless dark-fudge complexion all over, with a beautiful ebony face of dimpled cheeks tapering down to a narrow chin, completed with full pout lips and dazzling hazel-gold eyes.
All Zoue, such as Laraloubaye, are sexually exaggerated, genetically enhanced women whose ancestors were designed to be quintessentially beautiful African women according to the West African geneticists who designed their ancestors over two million years ago.
Laraloubaye had been many things in her 508 years: a smuggler, jewelry thief, jeweler, merchant, soldier, mercenary, contract enforcer, writer, Madame, courtesan, and variations of the sort. Varying vocations and careers are normal for the Zoue. With an average life span of approximately 700 years (an evolved trait rooted in their genetic engineering) such is the norm.
Now she was a Facilitator, working in the Vice Queen’s Repository, a job that while at times tedious, provided Laraloubaye the opportunity to indulge some of her sexual passion. Like all Zoue, Laraboubaye is a thoroughgoing hedonist, a guiltless and completely uninhibited lush who indulges in every pleasure of the flesh these women of this all-female race desire.
Many, if not most Zoue spend their 700 years engaged in some sort of sexual pleasure, either by themselves (for many Zoue masturbation is preferred), each other, or with any of the 28 known genders of all the life forms the Zoue interact with.
During this particular evening, Laraloubaye wanted nothing more that to feel a warm living male organ deep up in her. Her fingers were not enough. All the various dildos and vibrators whose variety and usage the Zoue had turned into turned into a science and art was not enough.
Though the Zoue are pansexual (the Zoue have had sex with every gender they’ve encountered) – Laraloubaye herself has had sex with 15 genders (married four of them [four of 28 genders, of whom male and female are merely two of]) this woman’s pussy was aching to be set upon by a male.
She left work after bathing and perfuming in the Repository’s communal bath (a common structure throughout all Zoue pleasure cities). She was wearing a flowing, off-white caftan made of a semi-transparent fishnet mesh, and nothing else.
The Zoue had long since thrown off such habits as wearing underwear, and even clothing itself. Being the reknown eroticists and hedonists they are, the Zoue are too far, far, far too sensuous, too horny and too sexy to wear clothing (and it's too humid in Zoue cities anyway). Bodies as gorgeous as theirs, the Zoue believe, should never be covered or concealed.
Laraloubaye walked out the Repository into the torrid and sultry urban jungle, sashaying more than walking, like all Zoue. Wearing ivory-colored, open-toed high-heeled pumps hidden under the cuff of her mesh see-through caftan, her sinuous form shimmied in all the right places – her redolent and plump breasts moving back and forth, her hips sauntering right and left, and her backside bouncing like two balloons rubbing against each other.
As she and all other Zoue walk through the canyons of their ancient, epic, dark, semi-ruin cities of sacrosanct Eros and divine carnal lust, other species and genders are knowingly aroused when they see these women walking by. It turns the Zoue on knowing that others (including themselves) are turned on by their mere presence.
Laraloubaye was already aroused. Masturbating more times that she could remember during the past week didn’t lessen her urge, but increased it. (Zoue do not loose arousal after orgasms [they’re all multiply orgasmic] but continue to ever greater levels of climax until their bodies simply give out from exhaustion).
Naturally surrendering to the guttural lust that surged from the very deepest recesses of her loins, she was looking for an anonymous fuck. Not a one-night-stand (not enough for the Zoue) but a three-to-five-day-stand. No less than 70 hours of straight unadulterated sucking, fingering, licking, biting, fucking, tonguing – and whatever else and anything else her flesh and her thoroughly carnal mind desired.
Walking through and between orgy palaces, communal baths, libraries and repositories of erotic wisdom, temples of love and auto-erotica, basilica, cathedrals, voyeur chambers, strip clubs, go-go bars, houses of sustenance, courtesan salons, and erotic divination sanctums – all of what some humans of old called “pagan” erotica – Laraloubaye’s two massive clits were throbbing and pulsing as if with souls of their own.
She could feel the wetness of her pussy moisten her plump inner thighs. Her usually perpetually erect nipples were hardened more whilst brushing up against the mesh of her robe. Unlike many other Zoue, Laraloubaye resisted the strong temptation to strip down butt naked and drive her fingers up in her, pinch and pull her clitorises, and finger-fuck herself until her hand and arm was drenched in her own pleasure juice. But she had done all that before.
Laraloubaye didn’t want to do the work anymore. She wanted someone else’s finger up in her – curving upward and stroking her three G-spots. Some male’s heated body pressed up against her close enough to hear his heart (or hearts) beat, feel the pants of his erratic breath blowing across her skin, and his thick joint plowing her; opening her up and throbbing within her own temple of life.
She could nearly feel this imaginary man’s dick sliding in and out, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him loose control of his sanity, his lust, his love, his pleasure, as he unleashed his very essence into her womb.
