Fantasy In Green
written by:
Will Buster

Fantasy in Green By Will Buster

Altair 4 is notable for one exceptional commodity. All over the galaxy, brothels, relaxation parlours, strip clubs and escort services demand the green skinned sex slaves from this earthy fourth planet. Naturally, there are private markets for these seductive servants among the wealthy and even not so wealthy. Many times when one of these green haired enchantresses became a bit too old for the rampant sex trade, they were sold off to private owners to be used at the owner's discretion for several decades. These unique body servants had a longer life span than the Terran populations. For this reason, one of these body servants or play pets as they were often called could be handed down from father to son as part of the inheritance. Some of the other humanoid races enjoyed these Altairian mistresses but it was common knowledge that the Terran human species could not resist the charms of these uninhibited play pets. In point of fact, many human males and not a few females became hopelessly addicted to these depraved interstellar sirens.

On Altair 4, males consisted of about only 25 per cent of the overall population. As a result, many of the excess females could be sold or traded in exchange for various resources not readily available on Altair 4, also known as Vaniria. In this way, hundreds of thousands of these intensely sexual female creatures found their way into every corner of the civilized galaxy.

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Ston first noticed the superb sensuality of a Vanirian female at a local strip club. He couldn't help but become aroused when he saw her wiggle and sway to the loud, electronic music. Her naked breasts jutted out without any apparent support. Her skin was of a rich, olive green tone while her dark, waist length hair swirled in lustrous emerald waves around her enchanting body. Vanirian females range anywhere from about 7 inches over five feet to a resounding 6 feet 4 inches. There shapely long legs are almost as enticing as the lurid folds of their ever exposed pussy slits. Ston got rigid just watching her for a few minutes. Even from where he sat, he imagined he could smell the musky scent of her, tempting him to ravish her right on the grandstand. However, the five foot high transparent wall of plexy-glass insured that she would be able to finish the dance without undo interference from the salivating audience. Ston observed the hunger in the other patrons' eyes while everyone carefully examined the dancer's gyrating form, twirling and hopping to the thumping rhythm of the over loud music.

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Some weeks later, Ston tracked down the owner. He was certain he wasn't the only one to ask the obvious question, but he asked anyway. The owner was a shrewd nerd from Procyon 6. It was a cold place and this former occupant of that icy world lived up to the reputation that entities from that planet were as cool and calculating as any of the frigid mountain peaks which dominated that frigid world. He actually laughed, if you could call that rasping wheeze a laugh. "Surely you are jesting! I wouldn't sell that bimbo for a million credits. Go to the auctions if you want one of those. They're all pretty similar and they are damned good at what they do. Now bug off, I'm busy."

All Ston thought about were those jutting mounds filling his itching palms. All his rigid member could ache for was to be buried deep within those energetic green folds. He'd heard stories of course. There wasn't a sinful, sexual vice that these nympho slaves would not perform. Although they couldn't speak, they were uncanny in figuring out what the impassioned male desired. They certainly could understand commands, once the translation chip was lodged into their lovely skull. The occasional human socialator that Ston visited only kept him somewhat satisfied. Mere hours after an erotic encounter with one of these available tarts, he would find himself hungering again. He craved that fantasy in green.

As luck would have it, he'd invested some credits in a high risk mineral exploration company on Antares. For months it stayed at the nominal price of 6 and a half. Then the unexpected happened. His five thousand shares rocketed to 750 when a rich deposit of a very rare element, Tritium was discovered by Galactic Ore Development, otherwise known as GOD. Suddenly, Ston's net worth was some 3,750,000 credits. He wasted no time in trading the shares into ready and fully guaranteed credits. He found a nice five acre estate outside the city for a cool million. 40000 credits worth of furniture later, he was ready to check out the auction.

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The auction floor was packed. Merchants, traders and rich businessmen were all there, ready to bid on whatever interested them. Ston watched in wonder as one exotic green skinned slavette was paraded in front of the gawking throng. She had nothing on and yet, she wiggled and swayed as if trying to seduce the entire audience. Cat calls and whistles punctuated the loud, boisterous noise that such a crowd makes. The lovely green slave girl smiled and kept wiggling at the spectators until she was finally made to stand on the block.

The auctioneer was one of those handsome and articulate Margonians. His voice was like velvet and he had a knack of knowing how to prod interested parties into raising their bids with just the right comment at just the right moment. He was of course a master auctioneer and knew his audience. Each person was given a small electronic box to enter a bid. The bid would show up on the board for all to see until it was replaced by another bid. The box would glow red so that the auctioneer could readily see who was bidding.

"And now, for the connoisseur of tender, youthful delights, here is the fantabulous Alicia." A somewhat short version of a green enchantress swayed her enticing hips while she stood there, perched on the well lit stage. "She's only 16 cycles old gentlemen. Only once a year do we get something this fresh and young for your consumption. She'll be a pleasure to introduce her to her erogenous duties. It's in her genes, gentlemen."

Rowdy laughter broke into his presentation while the young slave girl paraded around in all her naked glory.

"So what am I bid?"

Ston was shocked. The first bid started at a round million and rapidly soared to 3 million before things slowed down.

The auctioneer pointed at one of the merchants. "Don't let her go, Kyron! She's hot to trot. She'll make your blood boil for decades!"

Kyron sent the bid to a round four million and at last there was general silence. The auctioneer looked around the crowd like some predatory bird searching for new prey. At last he brought down his gavel. "Sold to Kyron for four million credits! Next!"

Ston watched in disbelief as two more relatively young Vanirians went for over two million credits each. Then they brought out Vena.

Ston was beginning to get despondent. He still had over 2 and a half million credits in his account but he'd have to save the lion's share of that money if he were to be able to quit his job and after all, what was the point of wasting so much time at a job if he owned such a delectable creature to sport with, night after night and morning after night? Perhaps the big spenders were out of the picture, but there were still a lot of spectators watching the action.

The auctioneer shrugged his shoulders before introducing the next lot. It was as if he were telling the crowd that the next Vanirian wasn't up to standard. "Well, ladies and gentleman, we have a rather unique mistress of seduction here. Her name is Vena and she's somewhat older than the others. She's listed as fifty cycles in age though as you can see, she still is firm and full of vigour. She's been a high priced socialator at the Alonza brothel on Omicron 3. During her residence at that illustrious facility, she also danced at the strip clubs and sold her charms as a full service companion at the Tanisia resort just a few miles from that classy house of pleasure. So she is very experienced, gentleman. She's good for another forty or fifty cycles and she is hot and raring to go. What am I bid?"

Ston observed the bidding. It started much lower and the pace slowed down at 400,000 credits. It was obvious that there wasn't nearly as much demand for a mid aged Vanirian, even though she was still a knockout. Her skin was just a little darker than the others and her breasts looked fuller perhaps but apart from that, she could have passed for a much younger version of this intoxicating racial stock.

At last Ston submitted a bid of 410000 credits. To his relief, nothing happened. Apparently the people in the flesh business had assessed her value and weren't willing to go higher. Many of the crowd were just shoppers or onlookers. Ston was practically salivating when the gavel rang loudly on the lectern. "Sold to Ston for 410000 credits!"

Because he'd had to input his account number, the credits were instantly shifted from his bank to the auction house even before the clang of the gavel was silent. Ston moved up to the stage to gain possession of his new property. One of the attendants led Vena and Ston to a private room behind the viewing stand. "I see you're new here, mister Ston. Vena has been given a few adjustments to her translation chip so she can completely understand your commands. She's fully aware that she is now owned by you and will not engage in any erotic activity with anyone else without your permission. She's all yours, Ston, so enjoy."

Ston looked into the deep, amber eyes of this humanoid alien. Her ears were a bit pointed at the top. Her stiff nipples stuck out at least an inch from her jutting breasts. She was breathing lightly, pushing her tits outward, inviting further inspection. There was a travel robe lying on a nearby bench and he indicated for her to put it on. He murmured to himself while he watched her don the robe. "I better get you home while I still can. God, you are such a hot looking piece."

Vena smiled at him as the robe was put in place. Her teeth were a very light golden hue, guarding a soft, pink tongue which flicked out to momentarily caress her dark green lips. Her lashes were long and seductive. Her scent was very alluring being so close to her now. He was rock rigid just looking at her. She slid her scanty clothing to one side and raised her carefully trimmed eyebrows. He grabbed her by her forearm. "Its time to leave here, Vena. You are now mine, all mine and we're going to my residence now."

Her smile became even more radiant and she nodded.

When he got back to his upscale pad, he practically dragged Vena to his ten foot square bed. His bedroom was immense, dwarfing the comfortable plastimat where he would romp with his new slave. Vena knew precisely what was expected and in moments she slipped off her robe and hopped onto the bed. She knew he was a Terran and would not be able to resist her sexual prowess. Ston looked down at his new sex provider. She was beautiful. Her skin glistened ever so slightly from sweat. She lifted her long, slender leg, arching her foot just right in an obvious invitation to be taken. She even moaned a little as if impatient to get with the program.

Ston knelt down and quickly buried his face in her cunt. Her smell was incredible! It was musk and earthy, mixed with some perfume he was not familiar with. Later he would learn that that perfumed smell was her inner juices which always flowed when she was aroused and she was almost always aroused, an added bonus, that. He just couldn't hold back. He stabbed into her slit with his tongue. Her taste was intoxicating! Was it mango? Was it pomegranate? Perhaps there was even a faint taste of strawberry in the enchanting mix. Vena rubbed her lush groin to increase the depth of his licking and sucking while insuring that some attention was given to her swollen clit. His hands roamed freely over her luscious breasts. He squeezed the firm fleshy mounds revelling in the texture and warmth of her very willing body. Vena threw her head back in obvious delight at what Ston was doing to her already oozing cunt. He soon noticed that her internal temperature was higher than his. He'd read somewhere that the normal body temperature for these exotic creatures was about ten degrees higher than for humans. While he was digesting the reality of taste, texture and temperature, her legs moved down to trap his face on her writhing vaginal opening. All too soon, she cried out and her lower body shook from what he figured was an overwhelming orgasm. Moments later, thick, viscous fluids flowed from her box and filled his mouth. It was sweet, pungent and musky at the same time. The mango flavour filled his mouth with each gulp of his sex thirsty throat. She was cumming in his mouth. Her vaginal tastes were fantastic! By now his erection was aching with raw need.

He pushed forward, pulling himself by grasping her breasts harder. She knew what he wanted. Her fingers grasped his cock and guided it to her carnal opening. God, she was so hot! Her fiery chasm practically seized his member at the moment he thrust home. "God! Fuck!" He thought he would lose his soul on the spot! "You wicked whore! Fuck me!"

She was already doing that. Each time he thrust into her, it felt like she'd shrunk the size of her cunt. She was squeezing him with short, sharp clutches that increased his pleasure ten fold. He surrendered to her wanton kiss. She sucked on his tongue like it was a second phallus. Her long, strong legs wrapped around him, insuring that he would not escape her libidinous embrace. He couldn't believe how tight she was! This play pet had been penetrated by hundreds if not thousands of paying customers and yet she was as firm as a young teen virgin! "Oh, fuck me you she devil! Work it with that hot cunt, you wild bitch!"

Vena put the heat on. She used her fingernails to jab into his backside, encouraging him to plod much harder into her steamy depths. He greedily sucked on her tits and was surprisingly rewarded with a peachy tasting fluid that leaked out of her stiff nipples. As he drank her, his lust increased. The milky liquid was acting as a powerful aphrodisiac. She held him tight with her legs, arms and vaginal cleft. Vena knew precisely why she had been purchased and what her delightful duties were. She'd inherited an irresistible urge to copulate. She'd only been ten cycles old when she'd lain with a next-door neighbour's son. To be sure, she was slowing down a little but she had more than enough bodily lust to easily satisfy one human male. She would only require time to sleep and ingest consumables and perhaps bathe. The rest of the time, she was more than content to fuck and suck Ston anytime he wished. Right now, he wished a lot!

Deeper and deeper he drove, even delving into her cervix. How he'd longed for this kind of copulation! He'd been divorced for three years. The x had been luke-warm at the best of times and his occasional flings hadn't been much better. But this sex slave from Altair was everything that was promised in the myriad adverts that could be viewed from Earth to the most distant colony in the Orion quadrant. She was visceral and sensual. Her body heat combined with her exceptional vaginal skills was sending him to the point of no return. With a gasp, Ston felt that special tingle at the moment his cock erupted into Vena's very expressive pussy. "God! What a hot slut! Take it! Oh Vena, you wicked fox! Drain it! Fuck it hard! Keep it hard! I want it again!"

That was no surprise to Vena either. She kept wriggling and squirming on his cock, preventing him from softening. She'd performed those lascivious functions thousands of times before. Her lively pussy spasmed and clenched all over his stiff tool, deliberately extending his gushing orgasm and keeping his devotion at fever pitch. This devilish play pet easily guided his mouth to her tits again. The peach flavoured milk sent a new jolt through his swollen balls. He sucked more and more of it, thrilling to the rejuvenation power of her inner juices. Suddenly she climaxed again and his cock was drenched with another flood of thick seepage. Vena's aromatic lust was amazing. From deep in his mind a feminine voice spoke. "Fuck me harder master! I need you so much! I haven't been bedded by a male for over five weeks. Please don't stop!"

Ston looked down at this unearthly lover in astonishment. He was certain that the sound had not been emitted from her seductive mouth. The words had been sent into his mind. She continued. "You're my new master and I want to please you in every way so you'll keep me. I'm sick of the impersonal sex trade. I sensed how lonely you are and how much you need my body. Enjoy me and keep me. I'll provide you with unquenchable joy for as long as you live. You own my cunt. You own my suckling mouth. I love to drink male seed. On top of that, I can do things to your penis with my rectum that will fulfill all your fantasies."

Ston sped up his thrusts. He was at his peak once again. Her mouth captured his and it was off to the sexual race track. Those firm breasts jutted into his heaving chest. The green vixen's sleek, muscular legs entwined around him, proving to him that she wanted him right where he was. Her mental voice became even more pronounced. "Fuck me Ston! Drive that cock right through me! Eeeeeeeggghhhhh! Yes! Pound it hard and quick! Make me cum! Quicker! Yes! Like that! Eeeeeeuuuuggghhhhh! Jjjjeeeeeeeeeeee!" Again his dick and balls were coated with another carnal eruption. Her fluids were perhaps even hotter than her box was but it only served to turn him on more. That clenching pussy tightened further, giving him her highest quality vice-grip adoration. "I've been lonely to, in my own fashion." Her voice was softer now as she cradled him in her powerful embrace. "Work your cock into me a bit slower. Show me how much you enjoy my inner lusts. I'll satisfy all your longings my newest and best of masters. Stay inside me and fill me, night after night and day after day."

Vena performed some very exquisite motions on his inflamed cock. At the same moment she tickled his balls and with a groan, he spilled another load into her cum sticky chasm. He could not resist her exceptional sensuality. He'd only been with her for minutes and already he was hopelessly addicted. She was an erotic carnival, capable of sexual extravaganzas he'd only dreamed about. Now those emotional desires were reality!

At last, she released him. They both needed a brief rest before continuing this thrilling voyage of the senses. He finally spoke. "I hope you'll be happy here. Perhaps I am your master, but I'll treat you with affection, perhaps even respect. You are precious to me."

Her voiceless communication entered his mind once more. "I sensed you when you were bidding on me. I hoped you would win me. Those others, the merchants I mean are but filthy flesh mongers. Your desire is genuine. I felt your extreme need for the sex drives inside my very attractive body. I only wish I could change my coloring for you. I would make you feel more comfortable, especially when we couple."

He fondled her breasts, deliberately holding them with obvious enjoyment. Then he leaned down to kiss her once more. She asked, "Do you desire me some more, sweet master?"

He looked into her shining eyes. It was amazing how she could speak to his mind when her mouth was otherwise involved. "Soon."

They didn't get a lot of sleep that evening. However, Ston was awakened when Vena decided to engulf his manhood with her twisty-turny mouth! Up and down she bobbed, effortlessly giving him deep throat sucks while her tongue flicked and squirmed on him, increasing his delight. He was lying on his back, enjoying both the view and the sensations of Vena's expert ministrations. "Put your ass on my face, you wicked witch!"

A moment later, Vena's tangy softness was riveted to his mouth. He grabbed her buttocks and spread her open wider. Ston eagerly crammed his tongue into pussy or anus at will. It made no difference where he licked or sucked. Her delicious tastes and raw sexual power were overpowering. From hole to hole and back again, he lapped and probed until at last, he felt his cock quiver and jerk a load of semen into Vena's electrifying mouth.

The new play pet loved the taste of male ejaculate. To her it was sweet and rich, like the milk that could squirt out of her massive breasts. With each gulp, another tingle of pleasure slipped down Ston's prick from the tip to his balls. She could even use her teeth perfectly, just grazing his sensitive flesh enough to keep him hard and definitely interested. All he could do was keep licking and sucking. His stimulating efforts were soon rewarded with a mouth filling torrent of feminine fluids.

"Master, I need you inside my anus soon. It itches for your hot meat. I'll prepare your cock and then I'll give you the uttermost in ecstasy."

Ten minutes later, she was sitting on him, slowly engulfing his pecker with her anal cavity. She'd gripped him with both hands to keep him in place and then her rim went to work with a will. Ston thought he'd died and gone to heaven! In all his years of marriage, he'd never had anything quite like this. Gradually she moved downward, caressing him with a rimming cascade of gripping caresses which promised much and delivered more. "I can see you love it, master Ston. I will slowly increase the speed and the tightness until you wash my insides with another deposit of your spunk. Oh Ston! It feels so nice inside my tiny ass! I can't hold back! Eeeeeeehhhhhhh! I have to fuck!"

She lost control! In seconds she was riding him with a blur of anal motions. She squeezed him! She swivelled with vicious little twists! Most of all, she bucked up and down, using her searing ass to send them both to completion! The moment she climaxed, his own tool exploded! Her mental squeal rivalled his own primal howl during that electrifying moment when they became one.

She lay on his chest, breathing hard and attempting to recover. "I'm sorry master. I meant to prolong your pleasure but I just couldn't hold back."

He stroked her long, glistening hair with gentle fingers. "It's quite all right my precious one. I am so glad I own every part of you.

"I'm so happy too, master. I'll do better anal sex next time. It's just that I've been without sex for so long. You see in our culture, to go for over a week without copulating is a long time. A month is like an eternity. I want to use you as much as you wish to use me. I promise you all pleasure, indefinitely prolonged"

Ston noticed that his new acquisition was still on the prowl. She lifted her plush breast to his mouth. "Plese, master, drink! Suck my milk and renew your strength. I have many more delights to share with you."

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Ston didn't leave the house for two weeks and then it was only to pick up more provisions. Even a large frigeration system will eventually run out of food and their appetites were insatiable at every level.

There seemed to be no limit to the erotic adventures Ston's new love slave could supply or commit. No sexual sin was to base, no act to filthy for the Vanirian slut. She refused to wear any clothing so he could easily take her anywhere in or out of his residential unit, at any time. She was always seductive as if sex were the only thing she'd been created for. To his surprise, he wasn't getting bored. If anything, the hunger in his organ seemed to increase, each time he carnally joined with her in the throws of sportive coupling. The only thing that nagged at the back of his mind was that nobody had ever mentioned that Vanirian women had such formidable mental powers.

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One afternoon, he decided to relax in the pool. He'd kept it heated at 95 degrees Fahrenheit, insuring that Vena could be more comfortable. His consideration for her needs only endeared him all the more to her. He sat down beside his delectable body servant. As usual, Vena was stretched out stark naked on the comfortable pallet complete with several pillows and a sun umbrella above. Her telepathic words came to him then. "Sweet master, you've been so kind to me. I feel more like a treasured concubine that a mere sex toy. My need for you increases. Is it the same for you?"

He fondled her breast gently. "Yes. That's not usual for us. We normally tire of our partner and seek others from time to time. We need variety. But with you, well it's like you're many women. There's always a new exciting surprise, each time I join with you. I'm really glad I purchased you."

She held his hand more firmly on her mound. "I am to. May I service you now? What part of me would you like to enjoy this afternoon?"

He was already rock solid. Just the memory of what her exceptional vaginal talents did to his penis had an instantly stiffening effect on him. He pulled off his own shorts and joined her on the mat. "I thirst for you, Vena, my precious one. You're a pearl of great price and I want to enjoy all of you."

She sensed he wanted to embark on a mutual oral adventure so obediently; she got on top of him and exposed her cunt to his hungry mouth. Then she went down on him, using her tongue expertly to wiggle on the sensitive underside. Precum was already leaking out and she swallowed it eagerly. Her non vocal message came through loud and clear. "I love how you taste in my mouth, sweet master. It feels so full in my throat when you thrust as I suck. It makes me gag. I love how you push hard into me, making me adore your flesh with my spit and tongue. I could not be telling you this if I had to depend on mere speech. Now relax and I'll suck out and swallow your essence, all of it. I love ingesting you. It shows you need me. Oh yes, my virile Ston. Lick my pussy and nip my clit just like that. Make my fires burn afresh! Trigger my lust! Oh yes! I love it when you plunge your tongue into my cunt and anus in such quick succession! Eat me! Drink my lust when it squirts out of me. We can swim later. Now I wish to swim in your love!"

Ston became dizzy from the intense aroma and tangy taste of Vena's streaming honey pot. It was as if she were having a constant climax. She kept spasming and convulsing while her mental dialogue became earthy and profane. Her suckling became even more expressive until Ston could not control it any more. He clutched her breasts hard, screamed into her cunt and gushed into her gulping throat! Vena's mind sent more appreciative words to his fevered brain. "Oh yes! You taste so sweet! Keep squirting into my mouth! I love it! More! Please! More! Empty your essence so I can thrive on your lust!"

Jerk after jerk sent rivers of his salty semen into his enticing slave's gulping mouth until at last he just lay there, out of breath and fully content despite his temporary lack of energy. His face was sticky wet with the leavings of the thick lust she'd drained on him. "Magnificent, my master. If this is slavery, never give me freedom. You have no idea how tired I became of those endless parades of men who paid for my services. I didn't get the credits. My owners got that. They could tell I was getting tired and decided to sell me. You've given me a new lease on life. I feel reborn somehow. I'll do anything to please you. Absolutely anything."

The breeze was warm and gentle, soothing them as they lay upon the mat, content and refreshed. Her tanned, olive green coloration was in significant contrast to his Caucasian light brown skin. His hair was brown with streaks of grey hinting at middle age. However, he was still in good shape and quite robust at age 42. He slipped into the pool, luxuriating in the hot water. This was the way to live. To sport with his play pet to his heart's content and lay about his new home, swimming when it was convenient for him and not for those public pool attendants who invariably would close the pool too early or open it too late. He lay on his back, drifting along until he felt a familiar hand slip between his legs and grip his manhood. Her silent voice entered his mind like gentle morning mist. "I love this pool that you built for both of us. It keeps me calm and eager for more sport with you. How you care for me, my loving master."

She nibbled seductively on is ear. She was guiding him to the shallow end. He slipped his own hand to her very receptive slit and rubbed it. He couldn't speak though. The water was by his mouth and he had to arch his head just right in order to get air through his nostrils. At last they reached the edge and she sat in front of him with her legs way apart, offering him what they both knew he wanted. Needless to say, he took everything she gave.

******

Some days later, Ston decided it was time to check on his account and do a few errands. He didn't mind the 10 minute walk to the small urban center. From there it was just a short shuttle ride to the central city hub. Per most civilized cities, it was designed in a large circle with residential towers around the edge and the business district in the central hub. In this way, everyone was about the same distance from employment or mercantile endeavours. He was one of the fortunate few who could afford a property outside of the hub proper.

Although the auction house wasn't actually open for business this day, Ston was pretty sure the auctioneer would be in, preparing the adverts for the next event. A side entrance was easily reached and Ston walked right in. A short hall led to a reception room where a scantily dressed brunette was keying in some data into a computer. She looked up. "Ah, if it isn't Mister Ston. How is your new acquisition doing?"

Her grin was infectious and it put him at ease. "She's bloody marvellous. This is the first chance I've had to get away. She's worth every damned credit."

The secretary laughed. "That's good to hear. Nothing like a satisfied customer. Did you want to see Adam or are you looking for a steamy rendezvous with me?"

There was more than just a trace of invitation in her eyes. He would have taken her up on the offer four weeks ago. However 4 weeks ago, he'd been just a mere mortal working for the God almighty great corporation. "Sorry love, I'm here to see Adam."

Her smile became a pout. "It's not fair. I can't compete with those Green demonesses. Right this way. I'm sure Adam will be very pleased to see you."

Ston couldn't help admiring her long, sleek legs and her swaying posterior as she led him to the inner sanctum. "Excuse me boss, but a very happy customer is here to see you."

Adam stood up from his desk, moved around and gripped ston's hand warmly. "Good to see you, sir! I hope Vena is satisfactory?"

The secretary discreetly closed the door to give them some privacy. "She's a fireball and then some. What I can't understand is why nobody bid higher?"

Adam poured him a drink and ushered him to one of the plush easy chairs. "Well Ston, it's like this. The sex trade is a very heartless and over exploitive business. Once a Vanirian reaches a certain age, she is assumed to be of very little worth in terms of future income. You must understand that these creatures are used shamelessly. Of course that is because these sensual beings are shameless to begin with. However, they usually put in 18 hour days with barely enough time to eat or sleep. Now in Vena's case, because she is only servicing one master, namely you, she will be able to provide top quality service to you for probably another forty or even fifty cycles. However if she were forced to stay in trade, she would be lucky to service customers another ten to 15 cycles. You see what I mean?"

Ston sipped from the fruity beverage which warmed his throat in very pleasant ways. "It sounds like she might outlive me if I take care of her. She's very valuable to me as you probably gathered."

Adam chuckled, "You're a bit lucky. Normally there are a few sodding letches who pick up the 45 and older slaves to pleasure themselves and their guests. They weren't there because of the big sex carnival over in Landon city. Otherwise you might have had to go up to a million. Hey, that's the luck of auctioning. I do quite well and I only charge ten percent commission."

Ston raised his glass to his host. "Considering that you are an auctioneer, you are known to be honest. We know you have to use a bit of puffery when selling the goods. That's part of the trade, but you never make false promises and you allow full inspection of the lots. On rare occasions, I've heard that you return the bid and resell the lot if there are serious issues. One could do far, far worse than do business with you sir."

Adam practically glowed with the compliment. "That's great to hear, mister Ston. The bank manager mentioned that you'd gotten lucky with a mining venture. I'm glad for you. Are you still interested in investing?"

Ston sat back placing his glass on a small stand sitting beside his recliner. "I was wondering if there is an opportunity to invest in your auction business. Is it publicly traded?"

Adam became a bit more serious. "Absolutely! Our stock holders have been making a profit of ten to fifteen percent over the last 12 years and that's not including increases in the value of the stock itself. I'm very happy with this business and I'm training my two sons to continue after I decide to retire in some far away place with two or three of those green goddesses. I'm sure my wife will become tired of me long before then."

Ston grew pensive. "There's something else. How much do you know about those green goddesses as you put it?"

Adam laughed. "Hell, man, I know about as much as anyone does. They're excess females of course. Some quirk in the genetic structure of the Vanirians leads to a three to one over abundance with the males at the short end. So they sell off about ten percent of the females to obtain what they might lack. These salacious creatures mature so rapidly that they can actually sell off ten percent over a period of three cycles and never come close to running out. Then there's the secondary market which is where I come in, most of the time. On rare occasions, I get a few direct from Vaniria itself if a trader happens to be on this route. I've never tried one. I don't dare. Those sirens can drain a man's ambition and drive to work for a living. I've seen it. However in your case, all you have to do is invest your money wisely and live off the fat of the land here on Orgalia."

Ston got up and poured himself another drink after a brief nod from Adam. "I'm just curious Adam, have you ever heard anyone mention anything about these play pets having any unusual abilities?"

Adam frowned ever so slightly. "Well they seem to be very intuitive, or so I've been told."

"I've heard that to. But has anyone ever received direct mental communication from one of them?"

Adam smirked and shook his head. "I've never heard of such a thing. You mean these creatures might have the ability to send intelligible messages from mind to mind?"

Ston became a bit wary. "Well, they are intuitive as we all know. Theoretically, it might be possible they could have the ability to communicate with each other by mere thought. They don't use their voice and they do act intelligent. I really don't know what their abilities are. I just wondered if you had heard anything."

Adam squinted his eyes and his smile became a sneer of disbelief. "Oh shucks! Those dummies only do one thing well and you've been sharing their services for almost a month. They like to frolic and they're lovely into the bargain. I'd be surprised if their intelligence level is more than 9 on a scale of 20. Mental telepathy indeed!"

Ston laughed along with Adam but there was just a faint hint of nervousness there. "Of course, you're right. I've been reading too many space novels. They must be stupid if they willingly offer themselves to the sex trade. If they were intelligent, they sure as hell wouldn't be working in brothels and such all over the known galaxy."

Adam stood up. "Exactly. It's been a pleasure Mister Ston. Stop in anytime. Who knows, maybe I can talk you into picking up another green wench to turn your lovely home into your own private harem."

Ston reached the door. "I'll consider it. However, I've got to make some more credits first. I'll be talking with my bank manager today. I think a few thousand shares in this company would be in order. Good day to you sir."

Before Ston returned home, he placed an order for the purchase of 5000 shares of Orgalia Auction Gallery Unlimited.

******

He found her floating in the pool. For long minutes he watched her languorously stroke deliberately staying in the deep end. He casually moved over to the lanai and poured himself a stiff one from the small fridge kept there for their convenience. Ston occupied his favourite recliner and continued to observe his beautiful slave swim slowly around his Olympic sized pool. She was lying prone on her back, and using the backstroke sometimes while kicking her sexy legs to help her stay afloat. She was obviously enjoying the relaxing effects of the hot water. His thoughts wandered back to his conversation with Adam. He'd acted surprised that anyone should even hint that those green slavettes had mental powers beyond those of an intellectually challenged person. Yet, that mysterious feminine voice had spoken to his mind as an equal or nearly so. Her prodigious sexual power was even less of a mystery than her mental capabilities. Was his sex servant able to read his thoughts? Did she pose a threat to planetary security in some way? The bottom line was, what did it all mean?

She finally noticed him. A few quick strokes were enough to propel her to pool side. Vena gave him her most dazzling smile. "Welcome home master. I missed your companionship. Would you like to join with me on the mat?"

That sultry voice had entered his mind as naturally as the breeze that caressed his face. He motioned for her to sit beside him. Her eyes twinkled with expectation. She'd gone for over four hours without sex and that was a long time for her during the day hours. He could easily smell her arousal when she sat beside him. "What would you like me to do first, my sweet master?"

He put his empty glass down on the stand and looked into her laughing eyes. "I'm curious, Vena. I can hear your words in my mind. However can you read my thoughts?"

Her smile never faltered. "No, master. I can perceive your emotions and I sense premminissions but only when you speak to me do I truly know your will."

He angled his knees upward attempting to hide his own response. "When you are with your own kind, can you read another Vanirian female's mind?"

"I can sense more than with a human but all minds are sacred to us. Wee can project but not invade."

"Have you ever projected your words into another human's mind before?"

Her hand casually massaged his erection by now and she was gently moving her fingers up and down his member attempting to let him know that she was ready for another tumble. "You are the first master." HE shivered a little from her suggestive touch. "Why me? Why not others?"

Vena could not hold back any longer. She leaned down and surrounded his cock with her amazing oral suction. Her words kept entering his brain as before. "You were the first human who was genuinely interested in me as an entity. I know you purchased me for my sexual talents that are only natural. However, you didn't buy me to let others use me like some worthless toy. In your fashion, you respect me. You supplied me with this special pool. You let me live in our lovely home. Your love play is sincere and considering how much you need me, the amount of time we bed together is well within reason. I get a chance to rest my body and keep my passion burning for you. With the others, well, some days I could only rest for a few hours. As time went on, my passion for copulation diminished because I was overused by many. I would be the centerpiece at parties and as many as twenty men would thrust themselves into me during a four or five hour celebration. I had no hope because I was legally owned by first the brothel and later the party club which also ran an escort service. When they finally released me from my bondage, I was sent to your world in some sort of vehicle that can travel from star to star. That voyage was the first real rest I'd had in over thirty cycles. Even now, I am still recovering but because of your kindness and affection for me, I recover quickly. I sensed that you didn't want to disturb me right now. I didn't know that humans could be that considerate."

He watched Vena speed up her bobbing motions. The tingling in his member grew in intensity. He couldn't imagine a better way to be greeted when he got back home. He stared up at a turquoise sky, accented with yellow clouds and the sun which blazed deep gold. This world might not be Terra Firma but it was comfortable enough and more importantly, ecologically clean. Gently he moved his fingers through her rich, flowing hair. Vena was so seductively warm and expressive as her mouth continued to do wonders to his stiff shaft. After awhile she asked, "Do you wish to climax in my mouth or would you prefer to finish inside my pussy?"

He shut his eyes. "Take me the way you wish, Vena. Do what pleases you."

With that, she released his phallus and straddled him. In an instant, her vaginal muscles were gripping and grinding on his dick, urging him to cream off inside her lush flesh. He pulled her to him so he could handle her tits and give her a spit sharing kiss. They said nothing further,. There was nothing to say. Their joined bodies said it all.

His hands were captivated by those incredible tits. They were so firm, much firmer than human female mammary glands would have been. That was why they jutted out as if defying gravity itself. His mouth found a nipple and he sucked greedily until he was rewarded by her stimulating fruity tasting milk. His cock felt immense now, bulging and thrusting upward into that fiery flesh pot known as Vena's cunt! He wasn't looking into her eyes now. All he could see at the moment was her large breast as it pumped more juice into his eager mouth. His fingers found her anal pucker and he slipped two into her. If anything, she sped up her gyrating movements. Soon she shuddered and his carnal regions were swamped with her stick sweet fluids. Soon he responded, arching up and exploding deep into his new playmate. He wanted more. She wanted more. He kept suckling on her massive breast, willing her to pour more milk into his thirsting gullet. His fingers were still shoved into her quivering anal cavity. After some time she spoke again to his heart. "I care for you, my sweet Ston. Use any part of me as much as you wish. You are still hard for me and you know how much I desire it. I'm your lover, your companion, your whore and so much more. So take, eat and frolic. I am yours."

Briefly, Ston wondered what it would be like to have two or even three of these horny seductresses. Then he chuckled to himself because he didn't want to die of a heart attack. One sensual green monsterette was more than enough. There was infinite variety in her convulsing cunt muscles. Her anal tricks were beyond belief and that mouth of hers! Christ, she could suck a man's soul right out of his body! Yet, it would be interesting to be able to eat one out while the other rode his cock. Well, perhaps if he got lucky on another mining venture. He was sure that no matter what he did to Vena she would accept it, even to the point of sharing his cock with another Vanirian. He was still rigid. The tasty milk was doing its job. He hadn't gotten tired after his release and she was still humping vigorously, urging him on towards more bliss. Yes, Vena had been an excellent investment. She was worth every credit and then some. He silently thanked some interstellar deity that his mining stock investment had hit pay dirt, just as his engorged pecker had found pay dirt. Every second inside Vena was a wonderland of thrilling sensation. Her soft, hot fleshy squeezes and rippling clutches did things to him that he'd never experienced with a mere human. Not only that,but Vena was so long lasting. Apparently there was no way that he could wear her out. Was this natural? She did have ten fingers and ten very sexy toes. At this point, he didn't know and he sure as hell didn't care. It felt good, so good and she would last for many years. He kept drinking and she kept fucking.