A mouth found her swollen clit and sucked as a finger slowly entered her. And as the finger invaded her pussy, one slid into her mouth. The two fingers adopted the same rhythm, fucking her in two places at once, while a mouth sucked on her clit and one suckled at each breast.
It was too much, and she came. Hard and long, spasms rocked her, tightening every muscle in her body. As she came, there was a sound like heavy moaning from the men in the room, a deep moan that she could almost feel through her body. It was so intense and lasting, it was several minutes before she could think. Were they going to fuck her now? Did she want that? “Oh my God,” she moaned.
Now she could hear deep breathing in the room. She slowly became aware of the fact that her blindfold had loosened during her writhing and now permitted her to peek out from beneath. She took a deep breath and swiveled her head to see her lovers. Were they even now pulling off their pants to complete her rape?
In the moonlight, she saw several tiny figures, only slightly taller than the side of the bed. And from what she could make out in the shadowy moonlight, they had very large heads and tremendous eyes. They stood, still and silent, their necks craned, their faces pointed toward the ceiling. She wiggled her head against the pillow, and her blindfold came all the way off. She gasped as she realized that the men who had just done all that to her weren’t human. Yet she wasn’t frightened or disgusted.
“Can you explain?” she said softly.
Slowly, the creature who stood closest to her face turned and looked at her. “Oh, no,” he said. “Your blindfold.” It was Joe’s voice.
“I can see that you’re not human. Please tell me what’s going on.”
The creature who called himself Joe looked quickly at the others in the room, Maria couldn’t tell how many. There was a soft chattering, then he turned back to her. “We may as well,” he said sadly. “I am sorry you found out.”
He reached over and turned on the lamp beside Maria’s bed. In the brighter light, Maria could see that the creatures were a soft bluish color, with skin that looked slightly scaly. Except that they had almost human hands and faces. They weren’t ugly, she realized, just really, really odd. “Please. Tell me. I think you owe me that.”
“Yes. We do owe you much, and our gratitude as well.” He sighed again. “Where we are from is too difficult to explain, so let us just say we are not from here. And we are trapped here. We landed several miles away a few of your weeks ago and have learned much from your television. It is an amazing creation.”
Another of the aliens continued the story, his voice as rich and comforting as Joe’s. “Our ship cannot take off again since we have too little power. But we discovered that sexual excitement, and particularly a woman’s climax, creates a type of energy that we can absorb, then transfer to our ship. It is a bit difficult to explain any better than that.”
A third picked up the story. As Maria looked around, she counted seven of the creatures surrounding her bed. “You are the second woman we have used like this. I am truly sorry, but we felt that we gave so much pleasure that it was not really stealing. And you do not use that energy anyway. You were not supposed to find out who we are.”
“So your plan was just to disappear afterward?”
“Yes. And it worked the first time. But you got the blindfold off. That was a mistake. We must never let anything like that happen again, of course.”
“And that’s why you tied my hands, too.”
“Of course. Had you reached out and touched one of us, you would have known immediately.”
“But you’re such wonderful lovers, why don’t you just tell someone. Any woman would be glad to have such talented sex partners.”
“Yes, maybe. But the panic we would cause would overwhelm your planet, and we would be lost.”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right. It was so good. If you had asked, I would have gladly given you what you took.”
The creature called Joe reached over and untied Maria’s hands. “We are truly sorry. We never meant to hurt anyone.”
“And you didn’t. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Suddenly Maria’s mind was whirling, her entrepreneurial spirit rushing to the fore. “You know, we could both make out really well here.” She pictured a sort of pleasure palace for women, a place where the only rules were you could not use your hands and you had to wear a blindfold. She knew women who would pay a fortune for sexual pleasure like she had just had. And these aliens would get all the energy they could use. It might work. It just might work. “I think I’ve got a plan.”
Blind Passion
THE NEXT CHAPTER
WHAT THE HELL am I doing here, Dena Powell thought to herself. I must be out of my mind. She heaved a sigh and acknowledged that the waiting was driving her nuts. How had she gotten herself into this?
It had all started several weeks before, in the sauna at the racquet club. She had been soaking alone in the heat when Maria Marquez walked in, wrapped in a huge yellow towel. “Maria,” she had said, standing to embrace her old friend. “I haven’t seen you in months. How the heck are you?”
“Dena,” the taller woman said, hugging her friend. “I’m fantastic. And you?”
“Not too bad.” She dropped back onto the wooden bench, lying on her belly atop her striped towel. “I’m learning.”
“I heard about you and Henry,” Maria said, spreading her towel on the upper shelf and stretching out on her back. “How are you holding up?”
“Surviving. It’s been almost four months.”
“Dating?”
“Not now. It’s taking me a while to adjust.”
Maria winked. “Getting any?”
Dena barked a laugh. “Not a bit. I’ve almost forgotten what good sex is like. I’m really not up to dating and all the rigmarole that goes with it.”
“That doesn’t preclude good sex, however.”
“It doesn’t? What’s a nondating woman supposed to do, run up to some guy on the street and beg to get laid?” Dena sighed, then turned over and wiped the sweat from her body with the corner of the towel.
“Not exactly. What do men do under similar circumstances?”
“I’m not into meat markets and bar pickups. One-night stands are almost as complicated and as dangerous as dating. Not a chance.”
“I wasn’t referring to one-night stands. However, if men can go to prostitutes, then what about us women?”
“Dial a date? You’ve got to be kidding. Women don’t do that sort of thing.”
“And why not?”
“It’s just not done. Male prostitutes? Please!”
“Not male prostitutes. Men who just want to please you. Men who know exactly what you want and how to make it good.” She turned onto her stomach and looked down at her friend. “And they can.”
“What do you know about it? Have you been indulging?”
“I have indeed. Actually, I’ve got a few guys working with me who really know what’s what, and where’s where. You mention what you like, and voilà. Orgasms to end all orgasms. No strings, no commitments. It’s all purely therapeutic. Just to get the kinks out, so to speak.”
Dena sat up and looked Maria in the eye. “You’re serious.”
“I sure am. I’ve started a business,