Michael ETs Ch3: Cheetara his fantasy
Michael meets his next feline alien and breeds her
WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including alien transformation, breeding and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old and alien transformation into humans for sexual encounters. This is the next in a series of feline alien encounters.
When I got to work on Monday I transferred the alien data, formulas and plans up onto our secure server. I printed the formulas for the most promising rocket fuels and gave it some detailed analysis. I called in one of my most gifted scientist for designing new energy-burning systems. Latisha has advanced degrees in chemical and combustion engineering and is best suited in education and experience to decipher these alien formulas.
Latisha is an extremely beautiful woman of color. I will not apologize for hiring the smartest and most beautiful female scientists, engineers and administrators. Latisha was one of those eleven's or twelve's on the beauty indicator scale! She had a slim hour glass figure. She carries her C-D cup breasts proudly and challenges anyone that looks too long. Her waist pulls in and her hips flair out capped off by a bodacious butt. My worst days are when she wears her tight jeans!
I gave her several formulas and told her she had to show me a plausible prototype as soon as possible. She took the papers from my hand and when we touched her hand lingered. It's been that way with all the females in my company since my coma. They hold me or hug me and go away refreshed. Sometimes they blush or laugh embarrassed or some have bedroom eyes that sparkle.
Latisha was all business but still her hand lingered. Her breathing increased and her coal black eyes bore deep into me. I try not to look but saw her nipples push against the blouse she had on. I couldn't help myself and I scanned her body and felt her rising sexual tension. I sensed her moistness and desire. She finally broke contact and softly said, "Michael I won't let you down. I'll have something to show you soon."
When she said the last part she laughed almost to break the tension building inside her. "I can't wait to see what you'll have for me next Latisha," I replied continuing the double entendre conversation we appeared to be having.
She laughed and turned to walk out of my office but her ass was moving in ways I never saw from her before. She stopped at the doorway and half turned showing me the fullness of her ass and left breast. She followed my eyes to where I was looking and this time smiled. "I'll have something very promising to show you Michael. Let's plan on Thursday, late in the propulsion lab. Perhaps after everyone has left for the day," she teased and walked away swaying her ass.
I took in a deep breath to calm down and buzzed in my private secretary, Angie. I hire the over qualified and along with her administrative skills and engineering degree she was also a para-legal. She stood in my doorway and with her hand on her hip said, "What?"
I looked her over and enjoyed the view. Angie smiled because she enjoyed my giving her the twice over. Angie was married and I think she was Italian or Greek. She could easily have been a model for one of those classic ancient goddess statues. She had a beautiful face with well defined cheek bones. Her long black hair cascaded across her shoulders and down her front. She flipped her hair back and pushed her breasts forward. Her cleavage which she liked to show spoke of full firm breasts and a storehouse for rich milk.
She wasn't bone thin so her tummy and flared hips held the promise of a warm place to incubate a baby. She had told me her husband and she were trying and I could see a touch of sadness each month she didn't catch. She was popping her hip back and forth and tapping her high heels in boredom. "So what do you want already? Are you done eating me up for breakfast?" I've got work to do!" she said challenging me.
Angie gave me a lot of sass as we have developed a very good working relationship. When working closely she was always 'innocently' rubbing side boob or her hips against me even more frequently and longingly since my return from the hospital. She found excuses to run her hands down my back or touch my face while straightening my tie or fluffing my suit before my meeting with vendors. She really cared for me.
"What do you want already? I may have to pee soon!" she tossed out at me and started tapping her foot quickly.
"Alright already. Either go pee or come over here to behind my desk!" I shot back at her. She walked very slowly across my office letting me drink in all her beauty. She pushed up against me looking at my desk and said, "OK, what already?"
Trying to maintain some semblance of business I pointed out designs for fuel injectors and casements to hold the rocket fuel. "I have come into possession of these plans and I want you to take over a project to get each of these designs patented. I also want you to work with our investment lawyers to set up an employee profit sharing that would be funded by the income off these patents. My employees are my most important resource and I want them taken care of and form a lifetime commitment to our company. This will give them an added incentive."
Angie looked over the designs then stood facing me and pulled me tight against her firm breasts pushing against my chest. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply then lightly on my lips several time. She ran her hands through my hair then kissed me lightly again and again. I was taken off guard and let my empathic abilities flood into her. She pulled me in tighter as her feminine areas were warmed and excited.
Taking a deep breath she leaned back and I could see her nipples had become hard. She looked down with me and smiled. Her thighs had captured my hardening cock creeping down my pants leg. Her eyes sparkled and her smile turned devious. She stepped back breaking our contact but leaned in and kissed me again.
"Michael you are a wonderful boss but even more importantly you are a generous caring person. All of us, your female harem so to speak, love working for you and go out of our way to give you our best. This financial plan will make all of us very wealthy and is too generous. But it shows the quality of your character. I'll get busy with the federal forms which will protect these designs for twenty years. The income from the sales of these components will take all your current people into retirement. I'll let you know how it's going," as she scooped up the designs and walked out. I watched her ass sway as she left.
Later that week I walked into the break room and was greeted by a standing ovation. I then had to deal with fifteen or so women hugging and kissing me and wiping tears off their cheeks. With each hug I warmed each female which only made the hugs tighter and last longer. I felt the size and shape of each set of breasts intimately against my chest. Firm nipples poked me as I received kisses and hugs from my married and single engineers. I finally told them loudly, "Break it up and get the hell back to work!"
