Astrophil & Stella
Stella is a shy but sexually adventurous scientist working at a university when her world is literally expanded by the visiting professor who is enamored of her and wants her in a way no other man ever has. Can she give up her previously normal life–-including the occasional dalliance with her bi roommate–-for one that might mean being used as the object of desire from an otherworldly creature? More
Stella is a shy but sexually adventurous scientist working at a research university when her world is literally expanded by the visiting professor who is enamored of her and wants her in a way no other man ever has. But can she give up her previously normal life–including the occasional dalliance with her bisexual roommate–for one that might mean being used as the object of desire from an otherworldly creature.
This is a 14,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic straight and lesbian sex, oral and anal sex and other sexual fetishes. Strong language and adult only content.
“Wine, bourbon, coffee, tea?”
“Some hot tea would be nice.”
I had wanted offer him me in addition to tea, but I’m not that bold.
In my hasty preparations for the tea I dropped a pair of spoons on the floor. While bending over to pick them up Phil commented, “I love your ass.”
I immediately straightened up, blushed, and gasped. I might be tall, but I knew I was a little overweight with a slightly fat ass. It was a bold and direct come on. I’d already decided I was going to fuck him that night, he didn’t need to drop compliments to seduce me.
“Thank you,” I answered, turning away from him to concentrate on the tea. “But I need to lose a little weight.”
“Don’t say that. I’ve seen too many skinny-assed girls who have no curves. Nothing to hold on to when they’re getting fucked.”
Then he was behind me, one arm around my waist, one hand at my neck. Standing behind me, he turned my face to the side and kissed me deeply. As we pushed our tongues back and for the in each others’ mouth he slowly undressed me. My blouse came off first, followed by my plain black slacks. I stood in the kitchen wishing I had thought ahead and worn something other than my industrial strength plain beige bra and panty set. It was something my mother would wear.
“And fantastic tits, too,” he said, breaking off his kiss and unfastening the four hooks keeping my bra closed and my 38 double Ds under control. “Where’s the bed?” he asked.
I said nothing, but led him to my bedroom, my big breasts bobbling slightly as I walked, kicking off my socks as we moved down the hall. My room was typically messy, but not filthy, the covers to the bed were half pulled off already.
“On all fours,” he ordered me. I mounted the bed with my ass pointed his way. He reached for my hips, easy my panties down over my ass, along my thighs and legs, to be deposited on the floor next to last night’s pajamas. My pussy was wet and I’m sure glistening in the weak light. I arched my back, showing off my large ass—which he already seemed to like—and hopefully offering a pleasant view of my ready quim.
Before I realized it he was on me, clothes gone, his head hard prick searching between my legs. After two false thrusts he buried himself deep in my cunt. I grunted with a slight thrill of pain then complete pleasure. One of his hands grabbed my left tit, the other he steadied on my rump. I sneaked a hand down to my clit and played with the pretty girl.
Only now did I realize he wasn’t wearing a condom and I wasn’t on any birth control.
“Fuck,” I grunted as he thrust into me again.
He paused. “Did I hurt you?”
You’d think a woman who was in a post-doctoral astrophysics program could plan ahead or at least be cable to follow a calendar. I had no idea where I was in my cycle. I tried to do some quick calculations in my head but I found it difficult with eight inches of a Norse god’s cock buried inside me. The best I could figure, I was in my safe zone. Not that I would have stopped anyway.
“No, keep going. Harder.” I ordered him.