Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 54: Sassy in N.C.
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 54: Sassy in N.C. - 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
As I came through the gates, a man stood up.
He said, “Morning. I am Askuwheteau, ‘He Keeps Watch.’ I had a dream about you. I was told in my dream to meet you here. Could we meet and talk about a few things?”
Ox said, “We gave him that dream.”
I said, “Obviously. Has the chief been concubined?”
He said, “It’s how he got his dream. He’s a key player in this area. He is the senior chieftain here.”
I told the Chief, “I will meet with you, Chief. Lead on.”
We left the driveway, and he turned left and headed west, away from town. We arrived at a village and paused before his large hut, or whatever they call it. He went in and came out with a pipe. We sat on a couple of stumps in front, and he stoked the pipe. It has a long stem and a fine-grained wood bowl. I did not recognize the wood.
He got it lit and passed it to me. Yuck, that tobacco was harsh.
I passed it back.
I said, “Would you be insulted if I smoked my own?”
He puffed a second and smiled, “I hate Indian tobacco. This is the only thing we can afford because we grow it ourselves. I can almost afford matches.”
Ox said, “On the ground behind you is a present for him.”
I reached around without looking, actually, I saw it through my left eye. One of the ubiquitous drone cameras was overhead.
I opened the paper bag. It had a good-sized tobacco tin of 7 ounces. There was a green tartan tobacco pouch that would keep the tobacco moist. It also had a briar Churchwarden pipe in the bag, with a long, black, vulcanized bit that curves. They picked the Churchwarden style because it was long. It resembles Askuwheteau’s pipe.
Ox said, “The tobacco is Captain Black - Gold. We have that recipe and plan to introduce this as a midrange tobacco soon. Just ask for the recipe when you want it for Cooper-Howard. The tin is like your pouch. It will refill as necessary.”
I handed him the two gifts.
I said, “These presents are for you.”
I pulled out a large bowl meerschaum with a yellow bit. I stoked my pipe as he looked at his new pipe appreciatively. I watched him smell the tobacco. He set his own smoking stuff on the ground and started loading the gold color tobacco into his new pipe.
He said, “In my dream, they said you were a magician. Thank you for the gifts.”
I said, “Your pouch will always have this tobacco. A present from me. I own Cooper-Howard Tobacco.”
He said, “This is very peculiar. I mentioned my terrible-tasting Indian tobacco - then you give me this. It makes my mouth water just smelling it. You say it will always contain tobacco. If I empty it, the next time I open it, it will be full again?”
I said, “Yes. It’s magic.”
He said, “A powerful gift. I am honored.”
He lit up as I lit my meerschaum. My current pipe was a simple, tree-trunk shape with carved bark around the outside. The Heillizdt of late had been surprising me with new pipes whenever I took a break to have a smoke. This pipe was apropos to sharing smoke with Chief Askuwheteau.
He smelled my tobacco.
“I held it up, said, “This one is called Málaga Bay. We just started making this flavor. Yours is close to it. It is called Captain Black.”
We puffed and kept to our own thoughts for a bit. We did not talk until we had finished our smoke.
After some time, he cleared his throat.
Prompted, I asked, “What can I do for you, Chief?”
He said, “It’s mostly about the bank. They are paying us less and less. We need a certain amount just so we can buy things at the stores in town. We have become civilized and depend on the stores. I think the stores depend on us as much. We are the largest part of the population here.”
I said, “The banker again. I keep hearing about him. I will talk to him.”
He said, “Thank you. I have another, more personal problem.”
I said, “Yes?”
He clapped his hands loudly, “Women of the house, front and center.”
Three women came running out, followed by a long train of girls. They appeared arranged from left to right, eldest to the youngest, with the littlest toddler at the end.
He said, “This is my family. I have three wives and no sons. I am old and have given up trying to have a son with my wives. I will give you any of these lovely girls. Give me back a grandson, and you are free to take any three of them?”
As I ran my eyes up and down the line, Ox was showing the nude undercarriage of each older girl. Two-thirds of them were too young, even for me.
Ox said, “You should take at least two; he will be insulted if you don’t choose any. He is showing great trust and his vulnerability here. Privately, he has too damn many mouths to feed. If you took a few off his hand, it would help the family out. It is common here for powerful men to take a ‘personal servant’ or two of the native variety.”
I said, “I don’t know about that Ox. I am up to my ass in pussy and servants already.”
He said, “Some wealthy local men sleep with a large group of these women every night. ‘Some’ happens when their English wife or wives get old. Some women grow out of wanting sex after they have one or two children.
Those husbands and wives have separate bedrooms, and the man takes in servants to sleep with him. They are colloquially called bed warmers. Their male by-blow children are usually sent back to their village. This helps to revitalize the races. This will also be good for your Entertainment channel.”
I said, “Uh, dumb shit, I already have more women than I can deal with at home.”
He said, “This is a sign of your wealth. Other powerful men will expect you to have some local servants. They will dress as personal servants. They have their own style of servant clothes. They will be seen in town.”
I said, “Who gives a shit what those fuckers think? When was the last time I invited one of them to my home?”
He said, “Lortan the vampire?”
I said, “He’s hardly a normal man. He’s an immortal with his own powers.”
He said, “Look, there are many reasons to have personal body servants. Look at the people in front of you. They are not eating very well here.”
“Oh fuck you, Ox. I think I hear violins playing in the background.”
He said, “Are you getting weak yet?”
I said, “Dammit. How could I not? The four eldest are all quite pretty.”
He said, “Take the three eldest. Leave one here at the house for when you visit. She would leave Poppy, an older girl, to help out here. Take at least two of them home.”
Out loud, I said, “Three, huh, Chief? How could I pick among them? They are all so pretty. Maybe I should meet them personally.”
I got up and walked over to the youngest girl. She looked at me shyly and looked over at her father for direction. She was frightened about being picked. She really wanted to stay home.
Askuwheteau nodded and said, “Give him a hug, daughter, tell him your name.”
I put my hands out and she hugged me, “I am Pules.”
Ox added “Pigeon.”
I said, “Hello, sweet Pigeon.”
I got a wet kiss from her as she jumped back, giggling. I realized I had just Exo’d her by accident.
I moved to the next girl, who seemed to be about six years old. She hugged me and introduced herself by name. Without prompting, she also gave me a quick smooch as she giggled. I went down the line getting a hug and a kiss from each girl. They each told me their names.
Throughout this, Askuwheteau looked on as if he expected it. His Heillizdt inspired dream, maybe?
His wives each presented themselves for a hug and a kiss as well. That took care of the Exo issue. I had kissed enough females here to spread Exos throughout the local native area in the next few months.
I said, “Ox, I am not kissing Askuwheteau.”
He said, “Ha-ha. He will get his Exos later from his wives. Did you pick the three?”
I said, “I should just take the eldest three. They probably eat the most. With the three adult women, the moms still have plenty enough help.
Out loud, I said, “Askuwheteau, they are all too pretty. I should choose the three eldest.”
He said, “A wise choice. They are all good girls. You will like them.”
I said, “I need to leave them here until I am ready to leave Elizabeth City. I have business to conduct here, like the bank.”
He said, “I understand.”
As I walked away, Ox kept rotating close-up beaver shots in my left eye. He rotated between the three eldest girls.
The girls’ names are:
Alawa or Pea, age 16
Nuttah or My Heart, age 16
Wapun - or Dawn, age 14
I said to Ox, “Stop doing that. Show me the way to Foster’s office.”
I got to the building. I walked through the main door and was greeted by a girl who looked me up and down.
“Good morning, sir. How might I be of service? I’m Bláithín.”
I said, “You are quite a lovely, ‘Little Flower,’ my dear. I am the new owner, William Morgan. I am here to see the manager, George Miller.”
Bláithín has dark, rich red-brown hair, and her tits fill her top quite well. She’s about 5’ 7” with dark green eyes.
She said, “Oh shit! What a surprise. Nice ta meetcha. Boss is up the stairs, top floor. Door A is his secretary’s office. Ya gotta get past her,” giggle.
Ox said, “He hee. Foster is entertaining his secretary at the moment. Her name is Skye Martin.
He flashed an image of her bent over the desk and him plowing her from behind. Her hair is golden blonde, and her pale white buns are lovely to see jiggling to his every stroke.
I hurried up the stairs so I could catch them at it. I went through the outer office and walked in on them just as they were in the throes of mutual orgasms. They are having a whole lot of fun.
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