I'm back, ladies and gentlemen! Here to bring you another riveting chapter in your favorite pr0ns story featuring a strapping young human sex worker and his thousand-year-old, voluptuous mistress. I also thought it'd be nice to spread my wings a little in terms of the genders involved. A few of you with keen eyes may notice a hint of M/M stuff in this chapter. A little treat for any slash fans out there. Hell, I already write M/F and F/F, why not a little slash? It's just like writing any other smut, just it has two dudes. What can I say? Sexy is sexy, regardless of gender.
This doesn't mean I'll be turning this into a slash story. The focus us still going to be a human sex worker who woos his way through many blue aliens, including a hot, thousand-year-old matriarch and her century-old daughter (maybe at the same time).
The M/M slash stuff is just my attempt to rope in some extra readers because I'm just sort of vain like that.
Also, as a warning, this is around the time when I'll start getting depraved. Those who are squicked by incest –between sisters, that is- should turn around now.
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It had been nearly two weeks since the lovely Matriarch Benzie had purchased John Sheppard's services. For the two of them, it had been fourteen days of very enjoyable activities. It was pleasurable for John especially, considering that Lady Benzie was quite amorous for an asari of her age. John's mistress was nearing one thousand years and was as insatiable as a maiden who was on her first century.
The young human male was rather glad that it was Benezia who had purchased him. The shapely matriarch was kind, generous and accommodating, constantly making sure her new pet was always comfortable.
Not that the villa did not have any of those traits, it was just that Benezia was so much more… nurturing, caring.
The sex was most definitely pleasing, much more so than a romp in the sheets with any other woman. But if there was one thing that John absolutely adored about his new mistress it was that Lady Benezia was not a selfish lover.
No, Benezia like to share.
John's mistress was a very powerful asari and had much influence in both thessian and galactic politics. As a result, Benezia would constantly have many visitors coming to her home, mostly fellow asari diplomats either looking for guidance from the Matriarch's wise counsel or seeking Benezia's favor for an upcoming election.
The asari in general were a very sexual species, more so than humans or turians. They did not have the same social taboos many others races tended to have towards casual sex. A quick tumble in the hay was likened to merely a friendly conversation in asari society.
So, when Benezia received visitors and they took notice of John, the Matriarch wasted no time in asking her guests if they wished to "try him out".
This was the way John found out that his mistress could be rather blunt. But, then again, John himself was not one for subtlety either, so the human didn't exactly mind all that much.
There was one such occasion that John was particularly fond of.
An asari politician, Irissa, had come from Armali to visit Benezia for guidance. Apparently, Irissa had known the Matriarch before and had been one of Benezia's many students.
Now, according to what John had been told about her prior to her arrival, Irissa was a ruthless diplomat who was known for her firm views and relentless pursuit of asari expansion. It came as a surprise to the young man when he witnessed the supposedly cold matron greet her former teacher with such warmth.
Of course, the instant Irissa noticed John's presence, the matron went from 'warm' to 'intrigued', something that did not go unnoticed by Benezia herself.
What happened next was inevitable the moment Benezia had caught on to Irissa's curiosity. As she did with her other guests that showed an interest in her human plaything, the Matriarch inquired if Irissa wished to have a taste of what it was like to be with her pet.
Less than an hour later, Irissa, the once cold and calculating politician, had her blouse ripped open and pulled down to her waist, exposing her pert breasts, with her skirt hiked up around her hips as she had John fuck her senseless atop one of Benezia's wooden dressers.
Irissa was hot, wet and tight and made the most adorable little noises when she came, little eeps and whimpers that were just music to John's ears. The human also discovered that the no-nonsense Irissa was something of a sub, much to his surprise (and joy).
Benezia, however much interested she was, stayed on the sidelines for that encounter, opting to simply watch instead. She did spend a little personal time with her pet later that night, however, a session that involved the millennia-old asari exploring all the ways she could have her human use his mouth to please her and vice versa.
In John's opinion, that had been a rather good night.
However, not all of Benezia's visitors were asari, or even female. There was one young man, a drell envoy for a hanar diplomat that was unable to meet with Benezia on that day. The drell had shown interest in the strapping human male, eyeing the taller, hairy alien with a hunger that was clearly visible, even in the reptile's deep, black eyes.
Not wishing to embarrass his mistress by turning the drell down, John obliged. That night Benezia got to sit back and witness her pet have his first time with another male.
There were two things for which John was grateful that evening. The first thing being that the drell who took him to bed had been a bottom, a "catcher" rather than a "pitcher", and was clearly very much on the submissive side.
The second thing was that drell tended to be far lither than, say, human men. It was to the point where even the males of the reptilian species were rather curvy.
Because of this, it was easier for John to pretend that it was a woman that he had bent over the edge of the bed, that it was a woman who he was relentlessly thrusting into, a woman who let him take her ass hard, a woman who had her soft lips wrapped around his cock, taking his thick shaft deep into her throat.
But even with all the pretending he did, it was still a man that John had spilled his seed into. A man's ass he had fucked so thoroughly with his thick cock. It was a man who had sucked him off, devouring the cum that erupted from John's shaft with a ravenous hunger.
The drell was quite skilled; John had to give him that. And Benezia definitely got enjoyment out of watching, so he had that to be happy about as well.
Even if it was not exactly up to John's preferences, the ordeal was not as horrible as it could have been. John did get some enjoyment out of it, particularly from the drell's talented mouth.
Afterwards, John had made sure to let Benezia know exactly what his preferences were, including his preference of not having sex with other men, even if they were of a curvy, alien species and acting as the "bottom".
While the human knew he had a caring mistress, it still came as a surprise when Benezia began to apologize profusely, stating that she should have learned all about her pet from the start. John, not enjoying putting the Matriarch in such a frazzled state, attempted to downplay it, but Benezia would have none of it.
That evening had turned out particularly pleasant for John when his mistress decided to "make it up to him"…
…with her mouth.
Today was also shaping up to be a great day in its own right. There were no scheduled visitors until tomorrow evening, so Lady Benezia has the entire day to herself. As a result, the Matriarch who held a cold mask of professionalism during the day (a consequence of politics) was now all smiles and sunshine, something John had not seen outside his sessions with her.
In fact, Benezia had been happy enough to start one of said "sessions" with John…
…Right in the middle of the living room and on her favorite couch.
John couldn't bring himself to complain about anything as Benezia slipped one delicate hand down the front of his trousers, but the human was thankful that his mistress had sent most of her staff home early for the day. As much as John enjoyed his time with Benezia, he preferred to keep it away from the public eye.
A millennia of experience with God knows how many people gifted Benezia with the ability to bring about arousal like few others could. Her small, blue hands were incredibly skilled, if a little dainty, and baby soft, bringing John to full mast in mere seconds, swollen, throbbing and hard as steel.
Their clothing did not last very long, the Matriarch tearing through her pet's modest outfit, discarding pants and shirt like they were nothing.
John was considerably slower in liberating the asari's shapely body from its silk prison, peeling the soft fabric away to reveal flawless blue skin.
She was already wet for him as John soon discovered with one roaming hand diving between her long, elegant legs. It was not long before the human could easily slide himself inside her, slipping between her warm velvet folds and filling her, stretching her wide.
It was clumsy at first, a consequence of their rushed beginning, but soon the pair set a nice tempo between them, John thrusting deep inside his mistress at a steady pace.
It would not be long before Benezia craved a change, setting her muscular plaything n the couch and taking a seat on his lap, engulfing him in her tight quim as she did.
It was a new position for John but not an unwelcome one. With the way Benezia placed the pair, the human companion had much easier access to the asari's large, swaying buxom, reaching around to her front and cupping a soft, milky mound in a calloused hand, teasing the nipple with his fingers as he did.
His other hand ran up one of her supple thighs, barely grazing her sensitive skin, before settling on her hip, helping the Matriarch grind against him.
John grunted loudly as the asari tightened her cunt around him, gripping him in a deliciously wet vise. The euphoric friction produced from this was only amplified by the churning of Benezia's hips. The feeling of her plump ass brushing up against his waist was also most enjoyable and was also quite a sight to behold.
A thousand years and not a single sign of aging. This woman is a goddess, I'm sure of it.
Then, Benezia leaned backwards into her human seat, placing her back flush against his broad, muscled chest, not stopping the movement of her hips for a single moment. She could feel the heat coming off of John's body before, but now, right up next to him, he was a furnace, his blood running hot through his veins from the exertion and excitement. She could feel his heart beating, like it was about to burst from his chest.
As if on cue, one of her pet's hands dipped between her legs to tease her, nimble, talented fingers playing with a part of her body most sensitive. That drew a quiet moan from the Matriarch, a soft whimper just loud enough for John to hear and smile at.
A smile spread across the human's face before his mouth began to focus on the asari's exposed, sensitive neck and his hands doubles their efforts.
If the noises Benezia were making were any indication, John was doing something so very right.
It was only until John felt the tendrils at the edges of his mind did he realize that Benezia had just started to initiate a connection of their two minds.
A moment later, the human felt a burst of euphoria as Benezia's pleasure became his and his pleasure became hers. Not only could he bask in the feeling of his mistress's tight inner walls clenching around his shaft, but he could feel himself filling her, feel how he stretched her inner muscles, how every little move he made resulted in him touching something sensitive, nerves Benezia had forgotten even existed.
"Goddes above…" The Matriarch gasped, rolling her hips against her human's.
Neither of the two lasted very long after that. They came at the same time, riding away their orgasms as they pressed their bodies together, the asari leaning back into the human's broad, muscled chest as she gripped the man's shaft like a wet vise, moaning loudly as a warm sensation pooled in her lower belly.
The feel of his seed within her was something Benezia enjoyed greatly, even if she would have to clean it up later.
John's end was quieter, the young man allowing himself a barely audible grunt as he gave in to the sweet release. His muscles tensed as he spilled raw human virility into the asari, salt mixing with honey. When he finally emptied his clip, the human went slack, spent.
A moment passed and neither said a word, each taking the time to catch their breath. John's heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, something he was sure Benezia could feel as well, given how she was pressed so close to him.
Benezia was not finished, however, as she still maintained the mental connection between them. John could feel the world around him change, the mansion, the furniture, all wisped away as he was pulled into his own mind.
Memories were being brought up, old memories of when John was still back on Earth, running jobs for the Tenth Street Reds.
In only a few seconds, John relived his fall from petty to organized crime, an act driven by desperation and the longing for something to do besides beg like parasite.
The human felt a surge of shame when he realized his mistress was witnessing the events as well, feelings that were quickly replaced by Benezia's kind reassurance.
Do not be ashamed, dear boy. Your past does not define who you are now.
Reluctantly, John stopped resisting, allowing Benezia to have free reign to search and wander where she pleased, opening his mind to her.
Immediately, John felt the asari's presence and it filled him with a loving warmth, a sensation that made the former thief feel safe and accepted.
Even as he was drawn back to his first instance of theft –a couple boxes of food snatched from a market shelf-, even as he relived a gang war in the streets of New York, Benezia's grace never left him.
But then something caught the Matriarch's attention, something that made her go back and look twice.
Well now, pet, what do we have here?
From the tone of her voice, John had a pretty good idea as to what she had discovered.
As a curvy human female with dirty blonde hair and crimson lipstick suddenly appeared on his lap with his cock deep in her warm throat, John's suspicions were confirmed: Benezia was sifting through his past sexual encounters.
As the Reds grew in power and took more and more territory, the people who lived in those places began turning to the organized gang for "safety". Some of those people happened to be prostitutes. They traded sex for protection, offering themselves to any Red who would have them and, in return, no one could lay a hand on them without getting a scorched earth response.
This was something John was not proud of taking part in.
Benezia's probing brought those memories back in full force, all the degradation and the depravity he put those girls through.
There was one memory that Benezia brought up to the forefront, one that John had almost forgotten.
It was the night after the gang had cleared out a rival group's base of operations and the Reds had taken zero casualties. John had taken himself two whores for a celebratory fuck. What had made this night special was that the whores had been a pair that he had had his eyes on for quite a while.
Rhona and Darla were twin sisters, each with the body of a fornax cover girl and full, luscious lips that just looked like they were made for sucking. They did not mind a little physical activity with the other, a fact that made them two of the most desirable girls in the Velvet Evenings Brothel. They were, however, two of the most expensive, so it was extremely rare that anyone ever got them both at the same time.
But that night was John's lucky night.
The young man could remember it now, both girls on their knees, decent sized tits that were too supple, too soft and too perfect to be fake swaying with each movement of their bodies, pleasuring him with their skilled mouths.
Rhona was on the right, giving his throbbing cock all of her attention, lips wrapped around side the thick, meaty shaft like a harmonica, wantonly sucking on his manhood, slobbering over it with her tongue, moaning the whole time sending pleasurable vibrations down the length of John's dick.
Darla was on the left, gleefully pulling John's hefty sack into her mouth and swirling her tongue around a testicle, sucking on it like she would a candy. She released that from her mouth with a wet 'pop' before wrapping her soft, puffy lips around the base of his shaft, joining her sister in a magnificent blow job.
All the while, the sisters' hand were running over each others' bodies, playing with breasts and grasping the other's ass. It was a sight to behold.
The memory skipped ahead, John was watching a vid and Benezia had the remote. The sight that greeted the Matriarch and her human toy was that of one of the whores, Darla, on her hands and knees with her tight ass raised high in the air, her face pressed into the mattress. John was behind her, grunting in satisfaction as his thick cock pounded into her tight asshole, plundering her then unexplored depths.
John reached out with a muscled arm, grabbed a hold of the back of the whore's neck and forcing her face further down into the bed as his hips slapped against hers, his thick cock pumping into her squelching rear hole. Darla squealed happily, loving the feeling of being dominated so completely. It was brutish fucking, but that was the way the sisters like it.
It went on like that for a good while, John managing to get Darla to take him all the way to the hilt, the entirety of his member engulfed within the grip of her velvety rectum. Then they both came hard, Darla moaning as John shot his spunk deep into her bowels, claiming the unmarked territory for himself.
He pulled out slowly, his shaft slipping out of the whore's ass with a loud, wet 'shhhluckt', some of his cum spilling out as well, staining the sheets.
Almost immediately after, Rhona, who had been watching while playing with herself, crawled over to John from across the bed and, with not an ounce of shame, took his throbbing cock into her mouth, cleaning the shaft of any remnants of cum, gleefully running her tongue all over the pulsing member before taking him further down her gullet, swallowing him deep into the tight grip of her throat.
"Oh, fuck! You're just a naughty little cunt, aren't you, you fucking bitch? Filthy fuckin' whore is what you are, you know that! Don't you know where that's been? It's been fucking your sister in the ass!"
John had taunted Rhona, shaming the whore for being so depraved. But with the way she stared back up at him with her mouth stuffed with cock, eyes filled with false innocence, he knew she didn't care on bit.
Rhona moaned whorishly at the degradation John put her through, reveling in the depravity of sucking on a rancid cock after it had just been pumping into her sister's rectum like a piston. The whore sucked harder, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.
Suddenly, John was back on the couch in the middle of Benezia' living room, still stark naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. The smell of sex filled his nostrils.
"So that is what you were up to before Madam Dantius took you under her wing?"
Benezia was no longer sitting on his cock, instead standing before him, equally nude, with her arms crossed under her chest, pushing her sizeable mounds further up into a rather noticeable –and distracting- position. John's mistress was regarding with a look of contemplation, as if she was deciding on something.
John felt a swelling feeling of shame and embarrassment at the realization that Benezia now knew every filthy thing he had done while on Earth. Every whore he fucked, every cunt he tasted, every single romp in the sheets.
John began to utter an apology before Benezia stopped him.
"Do not be ashamed, John. I am not angry with you. I am just… surprised. I had no idea that you were once so…,"
"Depraved? Perverted?"
"I was going to say 'dominant'," Benezia corrected. "Just… the way you used them, fucking their tight little bodies like you owned them… It looked like they loved it."
"They were whores, mistress. They are paid to act like they loved it."
Benezia gave John a look.
"John, I am nearly one thousand years old. I can tell if someone is faking. They were not."
After a brief moment of silence, Benezia spoke again.
"Be in my room a half-hour before midnight. Wear something… earthly. Urban. I wish to try something with you tonight."
John nodded once, suddenly feeling quite spent.
The Matriarch smiled, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, cocking a hip to the side, emphasizing her very nice waist.
The millennia-old asari turned away and headed off to her room, not the least bit fazed at walking around her home in the nude with human cum dripping down the inside of her thigh. As she sauntered off, John could not help but have his eyes glued to Benezia's plump, heart-shaped rear, a marvelous feature of her body that was only enhanced by the Matriarch's playful swaying of her hips.
Before exiting the room, Benezia turned back to her pet.
"Before you meet with me tonight, there's something I'd like you to do. Enassa, one of my gardeners, has taken a shining to you. Go and… introduce yourself to her. She's probably out back, tending to the rose bushes right about now. She's never been with a human before, so please be patient with her. Oh, and don't take too long, love. I'll be waiting for you."
John exhaled loudly, mentally building his strength for what will most definitely be a busy night.
Let's go to work.
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