Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 43: The Cuban Factory Rape
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 43: The Cuban Factory Rape - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Coercion Consensual Romantic Farming Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Paranormal Magic Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Smoking
Bill
There was a loud knocking at the door.
I opened it and calmly said, “Yes?”
She said, “Did you give my sister rum?”
I said, “No. She poured me a short glass; see for yourself. I have only sipped it a few times. You can check the bottle if you want.”
She checked and got a confused look on her face.
I said, “I gave her a small tip and she left.”
The girl I knew, Neus, stared at me strangely. Ox had warned me of her impending arrival and her concern over her younger sister.
I said, “Oh yes, I kissed her too. Maybe that was it. I’m told I am a good kisser.”
Neus has walked closer to me as I talked. I knew when she whiffed in enough of my hormones as her eyes glazed over. She had become befuddled. I kissed her lips. She kissed me mechanically for a few minutes and then let out a big sigh.
She said quietly, “I think that may be it. You ARE a good kisser, Señor. I have never been kissed better.”
Ox sent, “Up skirt camera shows Neus has no hymen.”
I sent, “So, probably not a virgin.”
She stepped up near me and took me my her arms and we kissed with more ardor. I slid my right hand under her top and around her back. I pet her side boob as she kissed me. She’s small enough that I can put my arm all the way around her back and grab all of her far boob that way.
Neus kept enticing my tongue into her mouth as she liked to suck on it.
We continued this way, standing, and eventually I slid my hand over her small breast. She shifted us around and moved me closer to the bed. She lay back and pulled me over her. I used my hands on her body to touch her, to excite her to do more. She especially liked my kissing her neck lightly.
I pulled her top up and she flung it away as I dived onto her modest titties. She has teardrop tits with medium tan areolas. Her nipples are swollen, already showing interest as I started sucking each of them. I could sense just how much suction to use.
Neus’s hips were undulating, searching for that elusive something.
Ox sent, “Sensors tell us she ovulated around two days ago.”
I sent, “Well, if I do fill her up, be sure the Exos flush this out, no baby authorized.”
He sent, “Are you sure? Social media feedback wants you to knock her up.”
‘Well fuck!’
“No baby - Ox!”
Neus pulled my shirt up and tossed it elsewhere.
I sensed her mind, “Would you look at the muscles on this hombre?”
She started to feel up my chest. She untied her skirt, unwrapped it, and kicked it off the bed. Her hands went to my belt. She pulled, and I kicked until my long cock sprang free. She was on it like a duck on a June bug.
She patted my ass to move me where she wanted, and she swabbed me up and down her slit. Her calves drew me gradually into her. This was definitely not her first time. I sank into her steamy cauldron.
The girl was hot and oily the entire way in. Sometimes, only the outer sheath is wet, not with Neus. This girl is a hot one. I did not stop until I was pushed against the far end of her tunnel.
“Ox, silent mode, please.”
“Umphhh...”
She froze for a minute, coming to terms with the fullness of her cunt.
“Mmm...”
Then she exhaled, her eyes looking up at me. She smiled happily.
I knew she was ready when she started using her heels to pump at my ass.
I was soon pounding the fuck out of Neus as she wailed and cried “No más, no más...” over and over again. I assumed that was more entreaty than not.
I pounded the shit out of her hot pussy.
“EEEEeeeeeeaaaaaaaa, uhhhhhhhh ... mmmmm...”
She gurgled as she stopped moving. I was close, so I waited until she showed some life, and I started pounding her ass into the mattress again.
As soon as I felt her pussy twitch, I knew she was close, and when she screamed out her cum I pumped her pussy full.
“OHHHFFFUUUCCCKKK!”
She writhed, “Me amour, ahhhh me amour, ahhhhhhhmm ... Tan buena.”
I sent, “Ox, can you bring the conk helmet here?”
He sent, “It’s here now.”
I turned around and saw it on the floor next to the double dresser. I reached my hand out, and Ox moved it to me.
Ox sent, I knocked her out. She’s a keeper, huh?”
I said, “Yes. I want to enjoy that a lot more. What’s not to like?”
I put the helmet on her head and hit the button.
Ox sent, “We added a small bathroom and kitchenette here.”
I looked around and saw the portal logo over a phantom-like doorway.
I walked through and started the tub while I waited for the helmet to do its thing. I turned the tub off. And waited for Neus. When the helmet was finished with her, I picked her up and lowered her into the tub. I got in behind her and started washing her back as she woke up.
“Ohhh ... Esto es muy bonito, mi amour.”
I chose a peach-flavored shampoo and matching cream rinse for her hair. Washing and rinsing her hair was fun because of all the oohs and ahhs I got. I enjoyed running my hands through her silky and thick, beautiful black hair.
I made her pay me back as I washed her sweet little boobies many, many times. I washed them with love and affection. We got out and I dried her. I grabbed a cold lemon lime drink from the mini fridge in the tiny kitchenette.
I poured two glasses each from half of the bottle. I added a touch of rum to each and took her out to the balcony.
She hesitated, “No, we cannot go out there nackt. (naked)”
I pulled her outside and said, “You know I have magic and secrets, yes?”
“Si.”
I said, “The people below cannot see us. Enjoy the cool air blowing across your skin and enjoy your drink.”
She slid onto my lap, looking down. Nobody noticed us, so she slowly relaxed into me. It took a while before she relaxed completely. Then she enjoyed the pervy feeling of being naked with people walking by two stories below. Particularly when everyone else is fully clothed and going about their everyday business.
I loved it when she sat on my knees facing the street with her legs wide open. I could sense her heart beating hard. I may have an exhibitionist on my hands.
Neus eventually said she needed to return to work. She dressed and left me. I went in and took a shower to cool off.
“Ox, I need AC here.”
I went downstairs at 7 p.m. for supper. The place serves breakfast from 7 a.m. until 9 a.m. and serves supper promptly at 7 p.m.
The owner was there and sat at one end of the table as if she were the queen. Gabriela Llopis Muñoz is 33 years old and has a serious rack of tits on her chest for such a short woman. She is shorter than her daughters, but she exudes a sex appeal that cannot be denied. It would take both of my hands to contain one of her big hooters.
As I lay there resting later, I sent, “Ox, how long would it take my fishing boat to fly down here?”
He sent, “Maybe an hour. Are you thinking of fishing while you are down here?”
I sent, “I think so. It seems I will be down here on and off. This might be a good time to get some fishing in. Get some alone time and relaxation in.”
I said, “I also need it if we get my cheroot girls. I can’t fly them back in the runabout. I would have to conk all of them. I don’t like that idea.”
He sent, “You know you can walk through the portal over there and sleep with your women tonight?”
I sent, “It had occurred to me. On the other hand, I like the occasional bit of strange pussy.”
Ox sent, “Data belies that bullshit. It tells me you like more than the occasional bit of strange pussy, you like an awful lot of strange pussy. You’re a certifiable rake.”
I sent, “In my defense, I am young and easily swayed by an attractive ankle.”
Ox sent, “So, should I have the fishing boat come down here?”
I sent “Please do.”
I pulled out a pad device from the luggage that had been sent down from the runabout. I started reading. It was very late when I heard a quiet tapping at my door. I was wearing silk boxers.
Ox sent, “It’s Pilar, the eldest Muñoz sister.”
I sent, “Sound deaden the room. I’m too tired for this shit.”
I woke before sunup. I had a quick shower and a bowl of cereal from my mini kitchen.
“Ox, is the fishing ship here?”
He sent, “It’s right above us, you ready to go aboard?”
“Yes, let’s go fishing.”
I found myself on the stern of the boat, looking down as we zoomed out of the bay and headed straight out at about 100 feet.
I sent, “What’s the best fish to go for here?”
Ox sent, “Grouper is the easiest to catch, and they taste great. The best and most challenging fish around here is King Mackerel.”
I said, “What makes them challenging?”
Ox sent, “They are pound for pound the fastest and strongest fish in the area. There are several other contenders like Bone Fish, Barracuda, Blue Marlin, Mahi Mahi, and Permit.”
I said, “Grouper is usually fished using a bottom rig, right?”
Ox sent, “Sometimes. Often it’s fished near reefs using black and white poppers.”
I said, “What’s best to catch King Mackerel?”
Ox said, “Stickbait, a four or five-inch-long lure that looks like a silver baitfish.”
I said, “Let’s try the lure. We can send out drones looking for balls of jumping bait-fish or sea gulls circling an area. We are likely to find some game fish that way.”
I selected a long spinning rod with a healthy-sized reel on it with heavy yellow line. I attached a stick bait from the tackle box and waited until the fishing ship had located a school of fish.
It was not long before we were making trolling sweeps through a large ball of bait fish. They were surrounded underneath by different predator fish. I hooked and released several. I used a smaller stick bait in the hopes I didn’t hook something too large.
I hooked a King Mackerel, which was around 18 pounds. Wow, could that little sucker fight!
I released every fish I caught. I did not want to mess with them today. I could have kept one or two and sent them back to Johana for her to serve at home.
I took a nice, long shower, and while still nude, I cooked my breakfast. I made myself a sardine sandwich. I had my fishing ship swipe an onion, some bread, and two eggs from home.
I toasted the fresh bread, fried the eggs over medium. Then I assembled my Mediterranean-style sandwich. A little mayo and a little mustard made it great. I washed it down with two cups of black coffee.
The boat flew me back invisibly.
I put on fresh clothes from some that were already aboard the boat for me. I ported directly to my room and walked downstairs. The boat was above the building.
Señora Muñoz met me when I came downstairs. “Señor Morgan, Te perdiste mi desayuno.” (You missed my breakfast)
I said, “Sí, muy exhausto. Dormí toda la noche.” ( Yes, very exhausted. I slept through the night. )
I saw she was muddled. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her arms came around me, and she pulled me in for a crushing full-body hug. Oh my goodness! What a pair of tits. She is a needy one!
Her fat tongue invaded my mouth, and she held me for a long time. Her body almost hummed with need. I hate to leave her hanging there, but I feared being caught by the daughters or another guest.
I asked after the Smiths, and Señora Muñoz told me they had already left with their things. I set off for their hacienda.
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