Walking Disasters and Me-*R-18* Dreams of a Good Girl – Ch 50

Walking Disasters and Me-*R-18* Dreams of a Good Girl – Ch 50

I give a small, slightly awkward smile to my ride along eldritch being, appreciating that she is trying to at least keep this whole affair lighthearted. With a softer than usual tone, I say back, "Hey yourself. Listen, Ios, I know you already heard this earlier, and I forget that you're basically always wiretapping me - George Bush Jr would be so proud~ - but I am sorry for calling you out, again. I keep telling myself that I'm adjusting to all of this quickly and sanely, but the fact of the matter is little stuff like you always listening or how this society functions on a vastly different aspect than back on Earth keep slipping past me. Until it hits me in the face, apparently.
I thought you'd understand how I'm still a bit hesitant to be so... carefree about a side of my life that I've kept very private from anyone until now. Even Sandy only knew I was dating someone, including details about how the relationship was going, or had broken up or something. I never told her
in depth
information like what you showed Akiko." She seems to cringe a bit at my words, which wasn't my intention. Not trying to dig up the hatchet so soon after burying it. "Again, I'm not mad or anything anymore! I just had a knee jerk reaction to the forwardness of it, I guess. I know you worked hard putting that together for me, and I really
do
appreciate your dedication to helping me and being by my side.
It just seems like there are some things that I'm going to have to get used to, one of them being getting more comfortable with how everyone seems to be about certain previously touchy subjects. On the upside, at least they have a much more positive view of it! Would
really
suck to wake up on a new, alien world and find out they're worse than old timey Puritans or something! Ha!" I laugh at the sheer terror of such an idea, my own attempt to keep the atmosphere not as tense.
Ios smiles back, her emerald eyes gaining a bit of levity at my horror scenario, "Ilya and I would never do that to you or Sandra, hun. We went out of our way to find the liberalist planet for you both~." A little 'Aww~' escapes me that makes her smile widen before she continues on, "You're right though, I should have taken your past into account when I showed off those quests. I think you would have had a much more tame reaction if it was just the two of us, or if I had hidden them until you got more used to how things work here.
Don't feel bad because you haven't perfectly integrated into a new world, society, and underlying social structure in barely a week honey. You're coping incredibly well, but like you said, we are going to run into things that either I didn't consider, you didn't consider, or that we underestimated the impact of for quite some time. Likely for your entire stay here on Mara, to be honest with you. Things are just that different here, not even taking into account the cultivation stuff. I fully accept your apology, and offer my own back to ya~. All good?" She holds out an illusory hand for a hand shake with a light smirk on her lips at the silliness of it. I can't help but match her face as I reach out and 'shake' her offered hand.
"All good Ios. Thanks." She gives me a small nod as I lean back down and get comfy on the bed once more, my mind still occasionally throwing up a random inscription symbol or the image of the jade slip moving through various glyphs. Talk about burnout.
As I'm getting more and more relaxed, Ios's inquisitive voice pops back into my ear, "While we're alone, did you want to look over the titles and stuff? Or are you wanting to put some distance between that still?"
I groan internally; I was
so
close to dream land I could feel it! I grouchily reply back to her, "Do you just wait for like, melatonin to start circulating in my blood before you drop questions like that Ios? Or are you just naturally that talented?"
She actually giggles at my unamused tone, making me both further annoyed and also start to smile at her lovely laugh. She eventually says back, "A master never reveals her secrets~! But this time, I really was just trying to catch you before you went to sleep, I thought about going over them tomorrow, but I figured you'd want to keep it private for now given our talks and stuff. So, unless you wanted to wait until tomorrow night, or the next time we can be alone, I thought you may want to look over them."
Ugh, it's hard to be grumpy at her when she starts making all of these logical and thoughtful points! Mumbling a few non words under my breath, I finally turn on my side to look at her, now fully awake again. "
Fine,
let's get it out of the way I suppose. I am curious if some of them are actively affecting me, I think my boobs got even
more
sensitive since this morning, and Gerra's tail
really
did something for me earlier..."
Ios hums thoughtfully as she waves her hand to bring up the list of the new sexy titles for me:
[Oroborogasm]: Like the mythical snake that never ends, so too does your constant climb to the peak when properly stimulated. When you are sufficiently aroused during sex, you have the potential to slip into constant, continuous orgasms. During this time, you will not become dehydrated, and your liquid output for orgasms will remain constant until you recede from the high. After receiving an Oroborogasm, increase learning speed, comprehension, experience gain, and Qi accumulation by 25% after a 1-hour recovery period. This benefit lasts until you next go unconscious, whether by sleep or by force. Effects do not stack if you receive another Oroborogasm while the effect is still active.
[Bound for Pleasure]: Kinky girl~. You enjoy the sensation of being restrained or tied up to a degree. Stimulation and arousal are greatly increased when your arms, legs, hands, and or feet are restrained. The material or method do not matter for the effect to take place.
[All Hail the Fluff!]: Fuzzy handcuffs have nothing on the unique sensations of fluffy tails~! You receive much greater stimulation and arousal from being caressed, groped, teased, or pleasured with any fluffy object, appendage, or item. If such an object, appendage, or item were to trigger [Bound for Pleasure], both effects stack and increase in potency.
[Sensitive Chest]: Your chest is quite more erogenous than what you're used to. Receive increased pleasure from having any part of your breasts stimulated. It is also possible to now orgasm directly from stimulation from your breasts.
[Super Soaker]: It is blatantly obvious when you're having a good time~. Your orgasms are nearly always accompanied by a gushing of liquid from your vagina. The taste and smell of your ejaculate is sweeter, and it dries on surfaces quicker.
As I'm processing all of this exciting information, my face redder than it has ever been before as it feels like it's going to melt, Ios follows up with another whammy, "And here's the one for your Nudist evolution, since it's in the same vein as these ones. Don't want to forget about it~!"
[Adventurous Nudist]:
You feel at home with little to no clothing on. Temperature effects will have a reduced effect on you, and your natural defenses will increase by 25% so long as the majority of your body is not covered by clothing. These effects are doubled if you are wearing clothes stained with, or you still have bodily evidence of, previous sexual activities. Additionally, other's perception of your impropriety will be lessened while any version of the effect is active.
Wow. Just... wow. I guess this is my life now. I hide my head under the blankets as more and more lewd thoughts start to infiltrate my mind, images of how Akiko teased and played with my breasts, the overflowing wetness that pooled under my hips. The blinding white hot glare of never being able to come down from an orgasm, at least until I had to plead to be let loose from her gentle restraints. The thoughts and mental pictures alone are enough to begin lighting a fire above my loins, and I have to bite my lip quite hard for the sensation to pass. As it does, I can taste the coppery metallic tang on my tongue, telling me just how far I had to go to not strip down and give in right then and there.
Ios, probably noticing just how many fun and spicy chemicals started flooding through my veins, calls out kind of sheepishly, "Aims, honey. You know you can...
take care
of yourself here right? We have enough points backlogged if you wanted to get something to help out. There are quite a few interesting options to choose from~!"
I sigh out loud, trying to even think of how to start this conversation. Eventually, I poke my head up above the covers, the warmth radiating off my face still enough to burn my hands, "You don't think it would be disrespectful to Akiko if I did? I always tried to avoid getting myself off if I was in a relationship, and I feel like me and her are basically in one at this point..."
Ios frowns lightly, but I can tell it's not in disapproval of me as she starts to explain a theory, "Aims,
honey.
You only think that way cause your first ex in college had some weird hangup about that. What was her name... Mary! Mary Elizabeth, you guys dated for like, 3 months. Amelia, she was just forcing her own insecurities about being able to please you onto you. What a piece of work that one was...
Anyway, it's perfectly natural to want to have some personal time here and there, even in Earth relationships. And this is most certainly a unique scenario, Akiko has to think about and take care of the other girls too, so there will be times like this one where you're left to your own devices until you integrate more into the harem. I bet they're assuming you're doing it already to be honest, nothing quite relieves stress like flicking one out after all~." Ios says back softly to me, the care and concern laden voice breaking through my lusty haze slightly riiiight up until the end there.
"Ugh, don't remind me about her... I don't even know what I was thinking half the time when I look back on all of my exes now. Well, it's obvious I wasn't thinking I guess." My lips crease downwards at the painful recollection of young Amelia's struggles through love and sex. I conveniently ignore the fact that 'young Amelia' was literally me a week ago~.
"Pff, I think half the time you were thinking with your
kitten
not your head." Ios smarms back with a wink that makes me groan out in embarrassment before she moves on with a thoughtful tone, "But yeah, I doubt you really had a whole lot of stable mental input into most of those pairings. You were just desperate and needy, and that kept feeding the cycle sadly."
Ugh, how did this go from me being horny as hell to depression so damn quick?! "Alright wow, thanks for that buzz kill of a therapy session Ios." I sigh out moving the covers to a more normal position. "Well, at least I think the mood has passed for tonight. Maybe next time I'm alone and struggling to keep my panties dry we can... we can look at what you're talking about."
She gives back an apologetic response that matches the slight recoil her body makes, "Sorry honey, the words just kind of slipped out, I wasn't meaning to bring you down. We can for sure look at some stuff when you want, and if you really still have some issues with it, why don't you ask Akiko tomorrow? If you want to, of course."
Right, lets have that awkward and embarrassing conversation first thing in the morning!... Well... maybe this is another example of me having a cultural blind spot or adjustment period and Ios is right? "I'll... think about it. I'm still a little gun shy about talking about this stuff." I roll back over onto my back, starting to wrap up and get comfortable as the blankets coil around me pleasantly. "I'm going to go ahead and sleep hun. It's been a long day, lots of drama and learning to process~. I'll talk to you in the mornin'."
Ios' chirpy voice comes back softly as she replies, "Sounds like a plan sweetheart, get some rest. I'll wake you up if something happens, good night~!" I don't even need medical assistance to slip the chains of reality this time since I feel myself drift off as soon as I smile at Ios' response.
I hazily come back to consciousness, the confusion mounting through my sleep addled mind as I lean up to take in my surroundings with a lazy, stretching yawn. It looks like I fell asleep in my AP World Histories class, which is odd since it's my favorite, as various globes, paintings of historical sites, and lessons plans etched onto the black board behind the podium indicate. I remember the teacher... whose name I can't recall at the moment... huh. Well, I remember she was so sweet and got me a book about ancient architecture theorized from dig sites around Greece for my 18th birthday in September, which seems to have been a few weeks ago judging by the large, noted calendar hanging a few feet away from my chair on the wall.
I stand up and continue my stretching as I begin to look around in earnest. Seems like I'm alone here, and if the soft orange hues outside are any indication, it's well past time for me to be on my way home. Why didn't Sandy come and wake me up? We always walk home together... Is she okay? Frowning, I pat the pockets of my ripped jeans for my phone, a bit of anxiety starts to bubble up as I can't seem to find it. I search my plain brown handbag, we can't afford anything too fancy at the Dufort residence, hoping I may have put it in there for some reason.
Zilch. Nada. The pit growing in my stomach pushes me to start examining everything in more detail. I turn to look around the room thinking maybe I dropped it or someone hid it from me somehow. I end up looking at my own reflection for a second in one of the windows looking out of the building next to some shelves. My shoulder length chestnut hair, curled beyond belief, resting atop my average round face. Amber eyes that always seem to look tired even at my young age, with a smattering of freckles crossing along my cheeks and small nose. Lips that aren't too thin or too thick twisted down in frustration at the situation I find myself in, but also dipping further as a sense of loss pings through me for some reason... I make my way back to my desk, taking a seat again as I try to remember anything that happened prior to waking up here.
Before I can process anything more, the door to the classroom opens up purposefully, and a familiar yet confusing sensation washes over me. Striding into the room is a beautiful woman with snow white hair going down to her hips, her hourglass body supporting a massively generous chest and perfect, round ass flaring out from her thin waist. She's wearing a bit more risqué attire for someone teaching a high school course in suburban Oklahoma; smartly pressed white blouse that highlights her sinfully full chest with a tan jacket draped over her shoulders. A nearly same colored pencil skirt traces around her erotic body beautifully, as her long legs end at similarly caramel tanned, velvety looking heels, their points making loud clicks as she begins to saunter ever closer to me.
I can feel the beat of arousal forcing blood to my face, and my jaw begins to twinge as I realize my mouth is hanging open like an idiot. I snap it closed quickly and look up to take in the heart shaped face of this oddly comforting yet playfully unknown creature, her strangely purple round eyes bearing down on me above a cute button nose as her heels make one final tack against the tiled floor in front of my desk.
"Miss Dufort," She says in a gentle, yet electrifying voice, "I had you stay behind because you were playing on your phone during class, which made me confiscate it. I don't know why the lessons today didn't interest you, but it was rather rude, don't you agree?"
Her gaze pierces straight through my soul as I can do nothing but open and close my mouth weakly, searching for any kind of reply. I don't even remember anything before I woke up! I want to say I would never waste a teacher's time like that, but if she's saying it so confidently, I must have, right? Maybe Sandra or our folks texted me something, or Jess, and I was trying to respond quickly? Before I can offer any excuse, this gorgeous woman leans down to get eye level with me, making me realize just how much taller than me she is in that moment.
"Nothing to say for yourself, Amelia? Well, seeing as how this is your first offense I've decided to be a bit lenient with you. It also helps that you're always such a
good girl~..."
My knees knock together under the desk as she slips a finger under my chin, purring out the last sentence like some kind of vision of lust. I moan slightly as the finger traces along my jaw, turning into her hand cupping my cheek as she gently strokes the hair above my ear.
"Now then~. What should I do for your punishment, hmm?" I can feel my mind melting under her gentle caresses, the prickling sensations along the roots of my hair coupled with the oddly chilly yet still warm touch of her skin against mine making the bubbling heat in my stomach begin to boil.
With a look of realization, she suddenly perks up and moves her other hand to the unadorned cheek as well. "Ah! I have just the thing~. How about we work on your attention, since it was so easily discarded during today's class. Stand up for me, my dear~."
Her hands move down to my shoulders to help guide me out of the desk into a standing position before her, my mushy mind ready to follow whatever she asks of me in the moment. She gives me a satisfied smile as she leads us to her larger, more sturdy desk holding various assignments and paperwork next to her monitor. She moves all of the small stuff aside and pats the newly cleared space as she says, "Good girl~ Now, I want you to sit here for me."
I nod gently, the words still making goosebumps cross along my skin, as I start to maneuver my way onto her desk, for whatever reason, before she reaches out and stops me. "Ah, I forgot to include one little detail. I don't want the buttons on your jeans to scratch up my desk, so if you could take them off that would be wonderful~."
I hesitate a bit, to which she reaches up and gently grasps my chin, "Remember, my dear, this is your punishment for breaking the rules of the school and my classroom. Don't worry, the sooner you comply the sooner it will be over~." She then sinks a couple fingers against the waistband of the jeans, her cool skin sending arcs of lightning through my hips and up my spine as I let out a shaky, growingly lustful breath.
Becoming more blind to the hesitance and caution, I nod my head shyly and unbutton the jeans - which use nothing but buttons instead of a zipper, go figure - until they are loose enough to wiggle off of my pert and full ass. One of my better physical qualities, if I do say so myself~. The pats on the back have to take a side seat for now, as she helps me kick off my shoes and fully expose myself to her, my white panties in the air for God and anyone to see.
The mystery woman's husky voice sings to me once more, and I'm worried about a slightly growing wetness between my legs now that the jeans are gone, "Excellent my dear~. You're such a
good
listener, when you want to be~. Now then, take your seat there and I will begin your punishment."
With a gulp of confusing emotions rippling through me, I do as she asks and move myself onto the cold industrial metal desk with a slight hiss. She smiles a bit in what seems like compassion as she then says, "I know it's cold, Amelia, but perhaps it will be warm by the time we are done here? Regardless, I'll start now." She moves an hourglass that was behind me somewhere and is about to flip it over when she adds on, "When the sands run out for this glass, you'll be allowed to cum. You need to
pay attention
and
not
reach your peak before then. Let's begin~."
With movements that seem almost too fast to be human, she flips over the glass and then locks her soft, lovely lips with mine as I moan out. First in confusion at this whole situation, then in pleasure as her tongue pokes and prods at my defenses, before I willingly let it in further. Her soft yet powerful muscle dances around my mouth, teasing and toying with my own tongue as I feel her hand slide up my neck to the back of my head to lock me in place. I shakily add another moan at the sensation, and then once more as I feel her other hand start to trace along my bare thigh, teasingly raking closer and closer to my for sure now soaking wet pussy.
With a hungry snarl that sends a shiver through me and makes me involuntarily open my legs further, she breaks away from our kiss to slink down to my neck, licking and lapping at the skin between blissful bites and sucks along the throbbing veins there. My mind begins to gloss over pink with the growing weight of arousal, the snap of its fingers echoing inside me every time I feel teeth on skin, nails on thigh, or tongue on neck.
Not content with her meal so far, she places another hickey making kiss on my collar, making me cry out in desire and pain, before moving down further and further, not bothering with my chest aside from groping it with her free hand a few times. For some reason, even that brief interaction is almost enough to start sending me toward the peak, and I confusedly look at the hourglass now that her hand is no longer restraining my heads movements. With a jolt of shock, I notice that barely anytime has passed at all! Only a thin few layers of sand have piled up on the bottom!
I bite my lip to try and be a good girl like she said and ride out this kinky as shit punishment, which I am so into, before I feel her lips against my thigh instead of the tips of her nails. With a gasp of pure lust, I lean down and see her smirking face just before it moves up to start sucking and lapping at my clit through my soaking wet panties. The instant her lips wrap around the cloth there, I feel a white-hot spike made of lava and pleasure burn through my core, up my smoldering skin, and then plumet deep into my addled brain as a loud wail of joy escapes my lips.
More and more she teases me, her lips mushing and pushing around the panties as her fingers trace lightly over my folds, the outline of them surely visible due to how wet the material must be by now. After a few more echoing moans through the room, my needy mind breaks with a snap, only desperately desiring further pleasure. "Please!" I cry out, "Take the panties off, I can't take it anymore!"
She seems to smirk, knowing that the request was coming, "Are you sure? We still have a few minutes left~."
"Yes!! Yes! Please!" My voice begs out, the coil of want and release all aching to be further tightened, all in preparation to break apart and send me into heaven.
She keeps that smug smirk as she raises back up to standing, her fingers slipping underneath the hem of the panties as I raise my ass up to help her slide them off me. The sight is nearly enough to make me curl up in embarrassment, as strings of my juices trail off of the garment, breaking as she further lowers them and then eventually slides them off completely. "Wow~ I hope you bring spares for emergencies; I'd hate to send you home in
those
my dear~. But it makes me happy, knowing I'm making such a
good girl
feel like that~."
Any thoughts aside from wanting to feel her lips and tongue and fingers on my aching folds fly away as she calls me a good girl yet again, something stirring in my brain at the phrase that nearly makes my hips buck from arousal. Seeing my desperate state, she giggles once in a delightful yet still husky voice as she dives back down without warning to her prize.
I nearly snap my neck at how fast my head throws itself back at the sensations of pressure and force from a wet object, like some kind of fleshy tentacle driven by intelligent design against my throbbing clit as I feel her lips form a seal around it. Flashes of white cross along my vision, blinding me to anything that isn't her tongue on me, her fingers dancing along my folds and teasingly poking into my drenched entrance as waves of pleasure rock my mind. I can feel myself climbing higher and higher, my breaths between moans becoming more and more rapid as my altitude increases along the rose-colored mountain of release. Just when I think I'm near the precipice, I feel her slide a finger fully into me, before adding another one to the dripping wet chamber.
I shake as I feel more than hear my voice scream into the room with a mixture of lust and frustration, the sensation of her entering me enough to throw my mind off track while still feeling amazingly good. I feel the woman laugh against my folds, fully knowing what she's doing, as she begins to pump her fingers in and out of my pussy, each time with wet, squelching noises accompanying them while maintaing her tongues fervent efforts against my pink flesh. The sounds only fuel my shame, arousal, and desire as I begin to move my hips in euphoric concert with her movements, the peak once more coming into view after establishing the new rhythm.
I can feel it, like the sweet smell of wind before it rains or the charge in the air before a big storm is about to hit, my body begins tensing and clenching around her fingers as I'm getting close to the edge. Again, showing her prowess, she stops pumping into me and simply hooks her fingers around the bump in my walls and then begins to tap against it in repeated motions. Nearly enough to make the tightened knot of an orgasm come undone right then and there, I'm able to hold onto to that tension somehow as I begin moaning out a name, my hands flying down to sink their fingers through this woman's wintery hair as I buck my hips against her mouth. My body starts to lean over her head as my muscles tense further and further, drawing resemblance to the tightly bound coil ready to spring loose inside of me.
Just as I'm about to release the spring, the welcomed release of ecstasy, I hear some other voice call my name and the illusion starts to melt around me. The images and scenes quickly melding into a confusing mess until I'm not sure what's real and what's not, as the voice once more calls through the ether to me. "Aims! Aims honey, Akiko is here, its time to get up~."
With a slight gasp, my mind clears up and I realize I just had the
sexiest
wet dream I could
ever
have imagined, all of the imagery behind it still perfectly implanted in my brain. I open up my eyes to see that Akiko is indeed in the room, looking at me curiously from the foot of the bed as I feel the warmth and wetness from the dream have actually carried over into the real world. My still lust filled mind compels me, and I reach up to grasp her hands and pull her down on top of me, sinking us both into a deep, tongue dancing lock of lips.
She initially seems surprised by the sudden aggressiveness, but I feel her tails wrap around me, electrifying my skin wherever they touch, as she cups my face with her hands and begins to match my intense, needy movements against her mouth. After a few moments, I pull back with the burning knot of a denied orgasm coursing through my veins. In a respectful as possible voice laced with desire and need, I say as I look deeply into her purple vulpine eyes, "Akiko. I need you to
fuck
me.
Please."

*R-18* Dreams of a Good Girl – Ch 50