Chapter 22: My Paloma

At home, after the bank robbery debacle, I took a well-needed shower to get the road and horse smell off. Then I made a big cocktail and sat in the tub for a long time.

After I got out of the tub, I went to bed to get some well-needed rest. Sleeping on the hard ground the night before on smelly horse blankets had sucked.

I slipped into sleep watching a video Ox had made in Suffolk. It was the day I had met the cheroot workers, plus glorious Gloria.

Ox had started out playing Gloria’s up-skirt video. He repeated that one three times. Then he started going through each cheroot-girl’s up-skirt videos. They were all less than 35 years old and mostly single. Most of them were teenagers or in their early 20s. They were all virginal or semi-virginal. Ox went through the Cheroot Girl show two times. What a grand video!

Breast-wise, many of the Spanish girls mostly have cone-shaped or small round breasts. Areolas and nipples varied from very light to medium brown. Better than half of them had asymmetric breasts, each one of a different size.

The girl’s looks varied widely. Their color and shape are quite dissimilar, as Cuba has a diverse population with many mixed races. A couple were a shade of chocolate; the rest varied from native Indian-looking to some Spanish. I found the variety both intriguing and interesting.

Finally, Ox played the video of Paloma getting dressed and messing with her clothes. Then he showed me the video again where Paloma and Gloria had danced. Jesus, that was hot! I appreciated the diversity of all their feminine parts. It made me check and recheck.

I was lying on my back when I felt the air stir. I sensed that Paloma was here. I think the two females knew when I had returned. The two of them had decided Paloma was overdue for sex. She had come for her much-needed booty call. I pretended I was asleep with my big hard-on sticking straight up.

Ox provided me with a real-time video of Paloma. She had stripped off, and she was eying my pecker. I realized she had probably not messed with one before. Her previous sex had been more like a rape. It had been a quicky rape at that.

I watched her on camera as she gave my hard-on a tentative lick.

As she leaned over me, her bountiful breasts swung forward and down. Oh my, that did miraculous things to her tits. Already big ones, they seemed to grow longer and get softer, too. Their shape had changed a lot. I felt my balls start sending out emergency messages.

I knew Paloma had little experience with men. Her old boss basically used her job in a chauvinistic move to take her against her will.

He’d knocked her up. He had been the typical one-pump-and-dump kinda guy. He screwed her and made her suffer because he was a man shit-head. She had been nothing to the brutish pig. Like 99% of the 19’ locals, he could not spell “oral sex.” She was just a thing to take, a sex object and not a person.

Damn, Ox was now showing a slow-motion real-time video of her bent-over butt. I saw her awesome legs and her modestly closed-up slit. Ox panned around her fine bottom. Then he moved in slowly for a really close closeup of her closed pussy from behind.

Ox slowly zoomed in on Paloma’s vulva and asshole. She had been sent off for conk training, so her labia are bare of her characteristic curly and shiny black pubes. Her modest inner lips are light pink. The truly awesome part is her vulva. It is rounded and quite pronounced.

It looks like a very comfortable place for a man to rest his pelvis with his pecker deep inside her. It may take hours to get truly comfortable.

Paloma’s hands were doing more for me than the licking. She moved them around and felt my chest, my thighs, my man parts. She has a very delicate touch; I now have goosebumps. The hands never stopped moving on me. By now, she should be tasting pre-cum. It felt like I was weeping copiously down there. She was barely holding me in her mouth as she continued caressing me with butterfly caresses.

I was done being toyed with. I reached up and pulled Paloma down onto me so our faces were close. She squeaked. She was cross-ways now, but I kissed her and felt her marvelous mammaries on my chest. I turned us so I was above her. Now I could play with her goodies.

Originally, Paloma had dark tan areolas and nipples on the ends of her bodacious ta-ta’s. The right tit had been a tiny bit fuller looking. They were now identical. They had Ox-inspired modifications. The areolas and nipples were a bright, rosy pink. Her nipples are now actually between pink and light purple; mulberry purple is the shade. I see Ox is using a more artistic license in his modifications.

Her tits feel delicious and are so much fun to play with. Paloma really knows how to kiss. I think she grew up practicing kissing with her sister, Gloria. Her kisses are light rather ladylike. Being in an uncomfortable position. I ran my hands from just her knees all the way up to her neck as we kissed and held each other.

I viewed her ass courtesy of Ox while I manhandled her firm buns. I dug my fingertips into her ass to the sounds of her approving moans.

I also could barely reach her pussy from behind. She was wet enough that I could run a forefinger up and down the outside of her crease as she kissed me with intensity. I occasionally dipped just inside to keep the fingertip moist.

We continued to kiss while I fondled her tit with one hand and diddled her with the other. Paloma continued to kiss me in a quaint, ladylike manner, now starting to get more fervent. I knew she was becoming more hyper-sexual because her moans and whimpers got louder.

Her cunt was drooling on my left leg, and her hips were slowly humping my thigh. The room was packed with the scent of Paloma’s wet sex.

I gave in and grabbed her hips, and shifted her so my pecker was now wedged just outside her swampy slit. Paloma immediately began sliding herself onto me as firmly as she could press down.

“Oh, that’s so nice, I didn’t ... ohh, ohhhh, -- yes. Uhmm ... OH, OH, right there, Oh-yesssss...”

Paloma missed a stroke slightly and went too far down. Her next movement slotted me deep. Her next movement drove me most of the way inside her before she stopped and jumped.

She loudly exclaimed, “NO!” as she mostly withdrew.

I muttered, “Hey, you’re in control. You’re on top of me, sweetheart. She sat there panting. A side view showed her face. Paloma’s face was animatedly cycling through a range of emotions. She had not moved off me. I was happy there. She moved her arms and began to sit up. That made me slip in deeper again. I did not move.

The kissing had stopped. Seeing Paloma’s breasts made my hands reach up to cup them. At first, I just moved my palms over them so she would get used to being handled gently.

I had been taught by Dad’s conks how to treat a woman’s breasts. You don’t go straight for the nipples, and especially, you don’t pinch or twist them. That’s rarely appreciated by the vast majority. There’s a soft person with feelings inside there.

I respected the Hell out of Paloma’s fine tits as her mind went through its paces. Evidently, her former boss was a real wham-bam artist. I was more convinced than ever. He stuck himself in a dry pussy and basically squirted immediately. I watched her face as her mind cycled through her feelings.

Paloma was having difficulty coming to terms with me feeling so good inside her. Her boss had downright raped her the times the man had taken her.

I remembered she and Gloria had danced together, how they rubbed against each other. They’d only worn their flimsy little shifts. That video is so sexy. They giggled and kissed each other tenderly as they danced.

I remembered them dancing so that each had the other’s leg between their own leg. As they moved, I think they became increasingly excited, but they stopped when it became overwhelming for them. They had not seemed to cum.

How sad.

I turned us over and slid down her body. At first, she had resisted my movement. Once I’d pulled out of her, she began to relax. I suckled each breast, paying homage to each of them. Even on her back, they could move. They did not disappear into her armpits like some larger tits did. Exos will prevent that from ever happening.

I left my hands on her tits as I slid my body lower. I moved my hands down finally to join my face and lips in showing her how beautiful her tummy was. I held my face to her there for several minutes, kissing and caressing her soft tummy lovingly.

This is where babies are created and where they grow. The real power of a woman is here. Only a woman can make babies.

When my face got below her navel, she started fidgeting and tried to push me away. As soon as I licked her and held my tongue against her a moment, she relented and quit trying to push my face away.

I sensed her mind thinking that this was nasty. I realized she no longer felt threatened.

Gently caressing Paloma, I reached up and gently fondled her fine tits. I have obvious admiration for their beauty; she now feels safer with me.

She does not feel completely safe yet, but she’s getting there. Until she relaxes enough, she won’t be able to have an orgasm.

No matter; my plan was to get her off so she knew what the prize was and how it felt. I dropped my tongue inside and wiggled it; she squirmed and sighed.

I began my clitoral machinations. I alternated that with long-tonguing Paloma. I thrust it deep into her tunnel, tongue-fucking her. Then, I did my clitoral tricks again. I kept it all light, just wanting to enjoy her sighs and whimpers to prolong our time.

It may take a while this way, so I went through the entire alphabet routine. I first licked her clit lightly in an ‘A.’ Then I licked a ‘B,’ and so on. Then I tongue fucked her deeply. My tongue is quite long. It had been modified.

I was partway into the second run through the alphabet. Paloma’s reticence disappeared altogether, her hips moving with a remarkable fluidity, almost like a wild animal’s movement. Paloma finally began to cum.

“Oh? Uhh ... Mmm ... DAMN. What the ... Ohhhyeeeesss ... Ohhhyeeeesss, AEIIIiiiii...”

I knew from her movements and the fact I thrust my tongue inside her that she was having a big one.

As she slowed almost to a stop, I got up and moved over her. I saw my pecker in an Ox-controlled side camera, so I lined it up hands-free. I slid smoothly into her most of the way.

“Ohhh, Biillll, that feels so good, that feels oh sooo darn good...”

I slowly moved inside her, just enough that she knew I was there. I gave her time to maybe get another cum, maybe not.

If that had been her first, it may or may not happen again. I knew I had put a lot of effort into this, so I was going to enjoy being with this lovely lady.

Ox was showing me videos of Paloma standing proud a few weeks before. Her wobbling tits and jiggly bum cheeks moved as she dressed. Those parts were all here, but they are now all firm. They had tuned her up during her conk processing.

Her new bum was disappointing to me. I missed the slightly bigger, softer bum cheeks.

I loved her tits even more. However, the modifications were made with the Galaxial audience in mind.

Then I realized that was a decision made by a lowly conk on the Heillizdt ship. I instantly thought, what would a conk know?

I want all the women I took to look different. Otherwise, that would be boring. Really, stupidly boring for me. That would negatively impact how I feel and act.

I said, “Ox, I didn’t want her butt tightened that much. I liked it jigglier. It does not look like a Hispanic butt at all. Get the Exos to fix that over the next couple of days. I remember her butt quivering, and it had a rounder, feminine look. This new butt looks almost mannish.”

“Got it, boss man.”

I paused at the end of every stroke, just enjoying her pussy. It’s a joy being inside her. Paloma has soft lips on her pussy. Her pudenda is puffy and pronounced. Paloma’s labia gently encompasses me in a way that makes me want to stay inside her forever.

Pausing at the end of every stroke must be the right thing for her. Her little pussy is happy. I can feel her innards massaging and squeezing me.

Paloma began undulating her midsection and murmuring to herself a lot. Her eyes are closed, and she is off in a world of her own.

Paloma got tight, and gradually, more became more difficult to move in. She shuddered with a shriek from her throat and began to jerk, to move in a disjointed manner. Her cunt became very tight. It was like she didn’t know how to move the right way to get off. Her tightness impeded us.

I took charge and started moving inside her more energetically. She had caused me to take charge, be more powerful in screwing into her.

I moved the way I knew she would most likely get off. I didn’t pound her, but I put enough energy into it and maintained a steady pace. She started to really get into it.

“OOOOHHHHHHH, Bill, OOOHHhhhh honey,” she whined as she came.”

I grunted, “AARrghhhhhhh ... mmm ... sweet ... Mm-my Paloma.”

I hitched my lower half up tight to her. So sweet, that’s oh so heavenly. Being in direct contact with her firm clit made her climax extend longer. She would remember this one for sure.

I stayed frozen in place for a minute as my body and mind processed the divine feelings. I enjoyed Paloma’s twitches and clamping on me. We both quivered and vibrated.

It’s definitely better to drag out the initial meeting and courtship phase, not that I was going to marry her. This had been a lot about Paloma’s needs. But the sex we’d just had was the absolute very best.

We lay there in each other’s arms. Then, my stomach grumbled, which caused Paloma to giggle.

We took a quick shower together. I sent to Pippa and Rose. that I was taking Paloma out to eat.

When we entered the dressing room, we found we had new sections in the closet. There are small cubbies with drawers. Two drawers are pulled out halfway so we would notice.

The cubbies contained nicer evening clothes. I pulled several drawers out. They each contained a new set of matching or coordinated outfits. It even had matching stockings and shoes for each outfit. Paloma was very excited by what she saw for herself.

Paloma pulled out drawers several times until she had selected both of our outfits.

She dressed me first. Mine started with a fake collar or Dickie in black silk; it’s a short partial shirt. This outfit was foreign to me, so I was glad for the help.

I stood there in the third-length shirt that only covered part of my trunk. She flipped the collar up and slid the black silk tie over my head. It’s pretied. Then she adjusted the collar and adjusted the tie. She’s nude, and I am wearing little. It felt bizarre. My pecker is hard, and my balls are getting in an uproar again.

Of course, watching a very hot and naked, well-made woman dress me made me rock hard.

Seeing Paloma’s prodigious breasts moving enticingly and hanging down was celestial. She began to wrap the kilt around me with her lovely face near my pecker, making the monster drip. Paloma patted it like a dog and tried to push it down.

She said, “Now, now. Let’s get some food in us first.

“Awww...”

The kilt she chose is a fern green with various black lines woven in. It’s in a linen with a plaid pattern. It features wide, manly pleats. She wrapped it around me and buttoned the fastening. She ran the belt through. It was a substantial black leather belt with shiny brass buckles.

‘I’m going to look like a pimp. All I need now is a large garish sporran made of polar bear fur.’ Then came the fake vest. It resembled a vest but was actually a single layer of black, washed silk. There was also a formal outer coat with large white buttons. They are square. At first, I didn’t really like it. After I thought about some of the clothes I had seen on other men, I began to relax.

The stockings were a white knit of some sort. We put them on my legs together. I should say Paloma managed to get them on. I sat on a bench while she got them up my legs with my hard cock sticking straight out in her face. Her hanging tits seriously took all my focus. Well, she had stooped to help me, so her legs were wide open, tempting me. My mind was shot.

She added the garters and folded the stocking tops down over the garters. My garters resembled leather but had an elastic quality similar to that of the stockings. Black fishtailed leather ribbons hung down from the hidden garters. They are called Flashes.