Meeting an Alien
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 7: Louise Blackburn
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: Louise Blackburn - A merchant seaman, Tom, is forced to retire when his ship gets sold for scrap. He's a senior ship's engineer. He returns home, buys an RV, and begins an extended vacation across the southern states. An alien had to land in the Arizona desert to make ship repairs. The alien gets hurt. Tom rescues the alien, who is a real ditz. They soon become fast friends. Our alien, Drozul, does Tom a big favor by fixing a birth defect in Tom. A great relationship happens between the two men.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Restart Science Fiction Aliens DoOver White Male White Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Massage Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Squirting Nudism
Drozul said, “That’s not the best part. Toms House, change view to Picture Widow mode.”
I was flabbergasted. My oak walls changed instantly to clear glass all the way around. It was floor-to-ceiling, too. I quickly felt overawed by this sudden large outdoor view of the desert. It was like being outside with some household things sitting around the edges. The roof and floor do not exist, just me an my stuff.
I said, “Is this two-way, or can I see outside, and nobody out there can see in?”
He said, “They can not see in. Toms House, change window view to Waikiki Beach.”
I felt a little paranoid this way. I felt exposed, almost naked. I am standing on the beach with a yellow alien, but then I’m not.
I staggered a second as it felt like my feet should be in the water now. I don’t feel the water or sand. I am still standing on a hard, level surface.
The waves seemed to run underneath the floor out of site. I could sit in an easy chair and watch the hot women walk by in the water or on the beach.
I knew this seemed magical to me, but still, it was just cameras. They were outstanding cameras. The effect was beyond anything I had ever seen before.
I said, “Is this a simulation?”
Drozul said, “No. We are not there. This has been prerecorded. We had a drone fly to Hawaii and do a 360-degree image of this spot.” We have thousands more like this in the system.”
“We chose popular places mostly. There are many tourist destinations and a few more that may be of importance, like the Louvre. This is primarily intended for our Entertainment channel viewers. All of them are available to you. You would never in a lifetime see all of them.”
Drozul said, “Toms House, turn on sound.”
I heard the waves and the people.
I asked, “How much of this place was recorded?”
Drozul said, “Sunrise to Sunrise, one full summer day and night of this spot on Waikiki.”
“Most recordings include sunrise to the next sunrise. This way you get days, nights, sunrises and sunsets too. In some cases, you get seasons, too. Vail, Colorado, in summer, is not much. In winter, it is fantastic, magical even. In Vermont, you get clips of all four seasons.”
Drozul said, “Toms House, change windows to Grand Canyon Two.”
I stumbled as déjà vu staggered me. I had visited this very spot on one of my vacations. It was the view from the glass viewing platform that sticks out over the canyon.
I asked, “How do you have all these videos done already?”
Drozul said, “We have been here for months doing research from above. These videos are marketable. If you visit Hawaii, you can see a thumbnail movie of this. They can also download the Entertainment entirely for a fee. Waikiki Beach is my favorite; it’s very beautiful.”
He continued, “If our viewers see you in your home, they may like the Koa wood cabinets. They can pay a fee to download the Koa wood overlay. Our drones have been all over your world.”
He said, “Understand, other world beings will be curious. They spend many segments of time enjoying the unlimited sights from your world.”
I asked, “Why is there so much interest in our world?”
Drozul said, “Most of our worlds are old, tired, and drab. Everything is a shade of gray. Your world is still full of natural beauty. It is amazing to us.”
He said, “Also, you, Thomas, are a big attraction. The way you talk to people, particularly women, is new to us. Your women are feminized. We don’t have that. Our females behave like chattel. They have less personality. Your women are the complete opposite.”
Drozul said, “I have thought long about this. It is a real curiosity. I think your society is the opposite of ours regarding females. Neither may be correct. We go too far toward patriarchy with no female rights whatsoever. Your North American society has gone too far the other way. It is too matriarchal. You have things in reverse.”
Drozul said, “This has totally confused your females. They inherently need more direction from your males. The more you give in to their whims, the louder they get and the more they demand. The more they get their way, the less happy they become. They are in a negative downward spiral.”
“Furthermore, males aged 29 and under are close to 75% single. You are in a big tailspin. You have a bad downward demographic trend. Put simply, Americans and Europeans are not having children. That’s a very bad anomaly.”
Drozul said, “Your gun problems and male behavior issues are caused by testosterone. These men are seen by the more educated women as un-marriageable. Their nose is up in the air.”
“Half of American women think they deserve a top 5% man. That math does not work for them or for your men.”
Drozul said, “Hence, 50% of the men are Incels, short for Involuntary Celibates. Young American women have created many involuntarily celibate men. Incel men become disheartened. Soon, they become angry; some are half-crazy with built-up lust. Horniness and loneliness cloud their every thought. They have permanent brain fog.”
Drozul said, “This is a huge time bomb for your society. As these men age, they go deeper into despair, anger, and even rage. Meanwhile, your younger women are completely oblivious about what they are unleashing.”
“Gun control can’t fix this. Look at England and Australia. Take away all the guns, and people resort to knives, clubs, and cars. Rage becomes the new normal. Mental health officials are helpless against this. I say this partly because it’s getting dangerous out there. People drive like they are crazy. You must always be aware and careful of younger males and other unhappy people. A percentage of them are crazy, and that percentage grows daily.”
I asked, “If lack-of-nookie causes craziness, do you have females here on your ship to keep you sane?”
Drozul said, “Of course. Five concubines, minimum, are necessary. I have been away from my home world for years. We must also have people of our type to talk to and affiliate with. I have several concubines who assist me. They also all conjoin with me.”
“I do not have testosterone like you, but I have an analogous organ called Mmef’i. It performs a similar function to testicles. It secretes my own sex enzymes. I am quite a horn dog.”
I said, “That’s good that you have concubines if you are here for a long time.”
Drozul said, “Yes, being alone is a slow, painful way to lose your mind. We, like you, are societal.”
I said, “What should we do now?”
Drozul said, “You should test drive your truck, both manually and under autopilot. You have a date with Louise Blackburn in Phoenix tonight. Fucking her will help establish data standards for fucking pregnant females.”
I said, “Pregnant females in plural? I think that went over my head; I’ll say that in plain English, Huh?”
Drozul said, “Sorry, I messed up. It is easiest if I give you an example.”
“Let’s say a Giant Vaunuth male prefers pregnant women. If Louise Blackburn is the only choice available, he will soon not have his needs met. A Giant Vaunuth male needs to see other pregnant females to vary his experiences. Unfortunately, there are no other pregnant women to choose from.”
Drozul said, “A choice of one is not a real choice, so we lose his repeat viewing business. If his entire species has the same kink, which they do, we lose a planet-sized segment of the audience. For this reason, every woman you fuck will be added to the database of pregnant women. It’s actually a multidimensional matrix of data. Understand?”
Drozul said, “If the Giant Vaunuth picks from the various pregnant females, he will see Patty and Julie. He will see any future females that you fuck. We substitute some of Louise Blackburn’s pussy data with Patty’s or Julie’s bodies. Louise Blackburn will be a baseline for pregnant females as far as look and feel.”
Drozul said, “The software can morph them into something acceptable for species-specific desires. This includes his species’ idiosyncrasies, too. For example, some species are very into anal.”
Drozul said, “The system also adjusts the sensory connection to something race-acceptable. Then he has the exact porn session that he likes. It may show him a bigger baby belly or a smaller one.”
Drozul said, “We have tens of thousands of species. We have many, many possible choices for our horny Giant Vaunuth alone.”
“If happy, he uses his social media to tell other like-minded Giant Vaunuth males. That way, my organization makes big money. We take good care of Giant Vaunuth male. You and I profit. Is a complex endeavor.”
I asked, “Where did you find out about this Louise Blackburn? I find it odd you know so much about her background.”
Drozul said, “It’s easy. We were looking for a likely candidate for this first Entertainment. We intercepted cellphone texts between her and her husband. That’s how we knew she was a perfect subject. We looked her up on social media and scoured phone records to obtain her location and other details. Her Facebook shows a girl next door type.”
Drozul said, “Louise Blackburn is a small woman. She always has felt small. Her husband, Dusty, is a long, tall cowboy type. Louise misses him deeply. He is her rock. He recently graduated from a trucking school and is currently on the road. Her husband is due back in several days.”
“The wait is killing her. She also has dreams about Dusty every night. Mostly, she dreams about the things he has done to her and with her. Dusty is talented and knows how to push Louise’s buttons.
Drozul said, “Dusty was an experienced man. He’s 23, and she’s only 19 now. She was 18 and a virgin on her wedding night.”
“That’s not because she’s religious. She’s just a quiet kind of young woman, and she was carefully looking for the right husband. Dusty is that man to her. She thinks about him all day long. She knows she has it bad for him.”
Drozul said, “If his lovemaking is any indication, he’s crazy about her, too. Their lovemaking sessions are presently less often than either would like. They do make up for it with nice dates and long one-on-one marathon orgies whenever they are together. They fuck until they can’t move. Both are too sore and tired to go on. That’s what Louise thinks about most when Dusty is away on the road. The things he does make her tingle all over.”
Drozul said, “Dusty is originally from Arizona. He moved Louise here six months ago, soon after their wedding. Louise is lonely. Her family and girlfriends are all in northeast Oregon. She hails from a small town there. Big city life is scary to her.”
Drozul said, “Louise does keep in touch with the folks back home. But lately, it has been getting downright maddening. She does not see actual live people often. Their apartment is within walking distance of a grocery store. She has no car, so if she goes somewhere, she’s stuck with Lyft or Uber. She often hesitates because she’s a small pregnant female. She instinctively knows she could be easily overpowered and taken advantage of.”
Drozul said, “Louise is rather short at 5’ 1” tall and 150 pounds. The weight is because she is six months along. She was 135 when they got married. Her heaviness is not bad. That, along with her diminutive height, has had a negative impact on her, on her feelings of self-worth. Much of her 135 pounds was her hips and tits. She does have a nice waist, or she did anyway.”
Drozul said, “Louise knows she has a pretty face because men often look at her twice and then smile. She knows when she takes her bra off that her tits are perfect. Her skin is clear, and she looks lightly tan all year long. She’s 1/4th Yakima Indian. She does not look it. Arizona is not a good part of the country to look Native American.”
Drozul said, “Dusty didn’t bat an eyelash when he found out. All he ever saw was her fascinating titties. That was long before he actually saw them. He’d rubbed his chest on them through hundreds of dances.”
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