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Standing at the Crossroads of the Life one did not Expect
Dear mom and dad,
I’m writing to inform you that I’ve graduated from the Academy. I did the best I could. Soon, I will be interviewed and assigned a position. I’ve applied to the National Birth Agency. I’m confident you will be asking why.
I don’t believe I will ever be able to return. I’m not even sure we’ll see each other. I’m sorry. I promise you. I will not disappoint you. This is all I have left to live for.
Once again, I implore you to convince Esmeralda to cease writing to me. Inform her, I will not respond. I have not read any of her letters. There is no, will never be a future for us.
Esmeralda needs to move on. Jonus would be an excellent husband. He is a good decent man. Jonus will be able to give her what I cannot.
When I find time, I’ll send you letters. I’m expecting to be placed in one of the Family Centers. One of the smaller ones, I believe. Mom remind Maria and Kaline that their brother misses them. Dad, what I did was for the family and our village. I don’t regret.
Leaving home had been difficult. Anguish pursued him during the long years. A constant throb of hollowness. An aching hollowness brought on by the empty void in his life and his solitary heart. Pain akin to losing a vital limb. Without that proverbial limb he ceased being who he had been.
Haunted by the phantom limb that is his beloved family and friends. Recuring guilt is painful salt rubbed into the bleeding wound refusing to properly heal. Lingering sensations of being incomplete dulled during the four years of attending the Academy.
Stubborn knees refused to crumble underneath the crushing weight of guilt. Guilt of being a failure as a son and brother. Found purpose keeps him from being adrift and guideless on the pitch-black sea of life. His failure to be a man can be used. A guiding star.
The National Birth Agency, the government agency, is the gateway to his new purpose. The first step had been leaving home. Left quietly in the dark of the night while they slept. A farewell note declaring his intention had been left on mom’s rickety kitchen table.
His dedicated purpose is to ensure his family’s prosperity. Safeguard Esmeralda’s future of having babies of her own. Which equates to him safeguarding his beloved village’s future. All he has is his will and an able body. Carve out a tangible future for Esmeralda and his family.
“Cadet Roach, Valence. Will you please follow me. Supervisor Rosebuds will be personally conducting your interview.”
Valence’s internal mulling falters. Esmeralda’s unforgettable face vanishes like a cursed specter fleeing his mind. Obnoxious persistent feminine fingers had audaciously twined intimately around his own melancholy fingers foolishly dwelling on the past.
A tenacious plague with sunshine bright blonde hair with pink tips. The persistent rash with impressive tits seized her opportunity. Valence’s distraction presented the unwanted rash an opportunity to get closer.
Stubbornness pries Valence free from the yearning caress offering reassurance. The rash’s unrequited thirst can only be quenched by his cock thrusting hard into her repeatedly scorned hole. Cold indifference refutes her advances.
The source of the voice ruining the moment gleefully watches Valence ignoring his fellow female cadet. A woman festering from being spurned once again.
Valence ignores her to focus on the one guiding him to his future purpose. An annoying cheerful bright smile filled with amused friendliness. The smile pretends Valence is the only person in the waiting room occupied of recent graduates.
The medium-sized waiting room is the bureaucratic definition of bland indifferent functionality. An overworked waiting room painted in thick overlapping layers of drab colors. Colors represent the layers of bloated government bureaucracy.
Valence introduces himself to the gorgeous temptation. The genial vixen easily towers over him. Not a difficult task. Valence is a man of average height with broad shoulders the basis of a sturdy back.
Valence’s fellow graduates are his competition. His worthiness needs to be established. The remaining cadets wait for their own interview. Envious eyes anxiously listen. Competitors’ eyes dissect Valence’s interaction with the vibrant assistant. The escort guides the candidates to the offices determining their future.
The gorgeous assistant is a highlight of brightness shining through the dour overcast of clouds hanging over the candidates’ heads. All eyes are instinctively drawn to the startling radiance breaking through the indifference filling the room.
Admiration caresses the slender beauty’s curves. Ample round curves on top and bottom with a narrow waist give the vixen an hourglass shape. An oval face of regal beauty rests elegantly on top of a slender neck. A graceful face with beautiful features befitting unforgettable nobility. Bright energetic large round eyes transform aristocratic bayan escort beşiktaş elegance into friendliness.
Everyone had visually undressed the shapely vixen. A few eyes had violently torn her tight blouse off to obtain access to her impressive breasts. Tits teasingly bounce with each movement the vixen makes. The vixen’s perfectly shaped breasts jiggle from each spoken word.
Valence’s interaction with the vixen is a series of awkward torment. Directly in front of his eyes is the vixen’s exposed cleavage. The vixen’s mountainous mounds breath.
The woman’s words have a lilted, nearly musical accent. The intriguing accent shapes words into erotic strokes teasing his semihard cock. “Cadet Roach, time for your interview. Supervisor Rosebuds office is this way. Please, follow me.”
Valence follows the beckoning woman. Eyes occasionally leer glance at the lush curvy ass walking in front of him. The hypnotic sway of round thick hips encased in a tight skirt ending above her slender knees. A professional skirt molded intimately onto a voluptuous heart shaped ass.
The way the healthy curved cheeks shift and sway with each graceful step the vixen takes. Her curvy ass smirks proudly back at Valence. A teasing wink in the alluring fluidity of a majestic gait. Taunting further attention.
“The supervisor will be interviewing you in a minute,” teasing mirth breathes vibrant life into spoken words.
Soft lips speak with a melodic purr vibrating Valence’s sensitive balls, “If you pass your interview. I might consider being very generous. Send you nudes. Fill in the gaps in your imagination. Or, even a naughty vid.”
Valence’s guiding vixen blossoms into a wicked temptress. A temptress who transforms the simple act of opening an office door into a theatrical experience. An experience leaving Valence breathless and harder than before. Opening a sturdy office door will never be this sinfully erotic, again. Valence’s eyes greedily enjoy the breathtaking display.
Behind the office door is a surprisingly lavish, for a midlevel government bureaucrat, office. The being occupying the office is an extremely startling sight. Shock ruthlessly hits Valence with a splash of icy cold water.
A woman identical to the one who opened the door sits behind an intimidating desk. The desk ruthlessly dominates a quarter of the office’s space. Human Distribution Supervisor Rosebuds is jarringly identical to the vixen standing beside Valence. The HD Supervisor confidently sits behind her imposing desk, wearing an inviting friendly expression.
Valence’s distrustful eyes hastily examine their faces. Their bodies. No trace of distinguishing discrepancies can be found. Except for the clothes the identical pair wears, the gorgeous pair appears to be completely identical. Even their hair style is disconcertingly identical.
Are they one of them, the trumpet warning blares in Valence’s mind.
“Cadet Roach, please relax. I assure you. We’re completely human.”
The brashly spoken bold statement requires substantial proof for Valence’s acceptance. The refutable declaration originated from the one behind the desk. Haughty amusement spiced each spoken word.
Valence’s guide presses tighter against his tensing body. Soft flesh of inviting warmth of luxuriously giant breasts presses against Valence’s head. Aroused fingers glide suggestively down his chest with tender intentions to aggressively massage Valence’s slumbering cock. The warmth of breasts presses against Valence’s hard cheek refusing to relent.
Ejaculating out loud the hard condemnation, “Exactly, what they would say. Being fashioned from bone and flesh does not make you human.”
“Oh, we,” a scintillating reassuring purr plays with Valence’s ear. The throaty purr vibrates with barely restrained lust. Soft warm breasts rub suggestively against Valence’s head. His guide acts more like a cat in heat. Just like they would, the potential artificial woman dares to whisper the same assurance, “We are very human.”
“We’re identical triplets,” the unconvincing explanation comes from the one choosing to remain sitting in the chair. A melodic whimsical explanation intended to titillate while disarming Valence’s estranged senses. “Cadet Roach, I assure you once again. We are human.”
The last guarantee had been seductively tacked on. An arousing implication designed to soothe anxieties refusing to relent.
Justina Rosebuds, the name of the one sitting behind the desk, abuses her melodic siren call. Justina invitingly coaxes her apprehensive prey into a trusting state, “Valence. My darling, Valence. You can trust us. We’re genuinely human.”
Blossom grinds affectionately against Valence. Soft breasts press suggestively against Valence’s head. Warm inviting lips relish whispering sweetly into his ear, “Our precious sister doesn’t work with us. In fact, Gladys is a housewife back in our community. She’s a very good girl. There is a rather interesting tidbit eskort istanbul you can use to distinguish the three of us.”
“She is Blossom, my dear precious sister,” Justina’s tone lightly reprimands her sister’s provocation, “I do believe my interview with Cadet Roach will be longer than I originally estimated.”
“Certainly.”
A slily appreciative smile ushers Blossom out of Justina’s private fiefdom, “Excellent. Please, extend my sincerest apologies to the next cadet.”
Blossom’s wink replies in understanding, “I’ll personally handle the ones waiting. Justina.”
Distracting vulgar fantasies eagerly follow the exiting Blossom’s shapely ass. A glance catches the sway of a frisky curvy ass. An ass seemingly waving a hearty goodbye. For now.
Valence forces his mind to focus on the important interview. The gateway to his future.
“Now, Cadet Roach,” Supervisor Justina’s lilted voice purrs with dominant sexual power, “I’ll be introducing you to your potential partner.”
“Partner?”
“Yes, a seven-year veteran,” with great delight Justina explains with hypnotic eloquence, “Well seasoned. My darling, I present. The avatar of the artificial intelligence of your NBA Rover. You will come to view the rover as your home slash base of operations on wheels. You will be spending majority of your time inside her.”
Valence’s heart is mercilessly clutched by the terrifying hand of icy despair. Cold sharp daggers for claws squeeze the panicking organ tighter. Squeezing until his heart couldn’t beat anymore. Razor sharp tips of burning frigidness pierce the struggling muscle pulsating harder.
On Supervisor Rosebuds’ cue an athletic woman of petite struts confidently into the office. Valence hastily examines the breathing artificial being. Not a masculine holographic avatar as Valence originally expected. A flesh and blood imitation of a woman.
“Holli Copper,” Supervisor Rosebuds’ introduction drips with sincere enthusiasm for the creature. “Your potential partner and companion. Our lovely Holli will serve as your transport and subordinate. During your tenure.”
Valence could not resist inspecting the avatar. Disbelieving eyes scrutinize the artificial creation referred to as Holli. Inexperienced eyes spontaneously classify Holli as interactive equipment.
The dull headed farmer residing in the back of Valence’s mind views the damn avatar as a fucking slut. An artificial slut. Holli’s skintight uniform is a fucking mockery of professionalism.
Strict authoritarian ridiculousness represented by tight dark colored corset barely containing perky mounds. Hips, wider than the pinched waist, and an ass tightly wrapped by a dark miniscule band. Skintight thigh high boots happily flow from midthigh over the curved contours of long athletic legs.
Holli’s oval shaped face flows into an adorably pointy chin signifying confident reliability. A strict authoritarian face defined by slender cheeks. A small mouth lies under a hard nose. Not a striking unforgettable beauty, but a captivating cutie.
The intriguing feature of the face is the captivating pair of eyes. Large eyes with a round shape highlighted by expressive eyelashes. Holli’s once bright cute eyes have hardened into cold sapphire. A playful flirt lurks in dark edges of Holli’s eyes. Eyes belonging to a stern disciplinarian with a ruthless edge.
The avatar’s fair skin color has Valence recall images of freshly driven snow on the ground. An eerily captivating beauty marred by the starkness of hard winter.
“Your psyche evaluation indicates. We should have interesting chemistry together.” Holli relishes dissecting the man being cautious with her. A sheltered man inexperienced with women like her.
Holli slithers closer to her prey. Her words coil around her trap prey. Words restrict his movements, “We will not know if we are truly meant to work together. Until we find out. Will we?”
“How do we verify our compatibility?”
The hick from the sticks had to understand. A bolt of wicked joy pleasures Holli. Aroused from about to explain his pending reality in tormenting details, “Why we fuck. Naturally.”
“We’re going to be together. All alone. Us. What do you think we’re going to be doing on those long cold nights inside me.”
“No.” The vehement rejection had been expected by the women. Valence will never consider the proposal.
Valence’s dismissal objects heartily to the fleshware’s lewd implication. “We will not engage in any act of intimacy,”
“Really,” Holli responds with sincere doubt laced with temptation. Doubts a man can go another four years without pussy. Fingers enjoy gleefully pointing to the damp flesh barely concealed by her mini-microskirt. “This. My pussy is going to be the only pussy keeping you company.”
Holli’s illumination stresses for Valence while appealing to what she expects to be a tremendously frustrated cock. A cock in agony from not firing off any blasts of spunk, except in the few wet dreams Valence escort fındıkzade had during his tenure at the Academy. “Tell me. Can you last four more additional years without pussy. You will be living with me. Working beside. And, inside me.”
Holli’s torrid depiction leaves no option for doubt. The fleshware’s words carry Valence back home. The harsh nearly inhospitable emptiness surrounding his village. Vast gulfs between isolated communities begrudging cooperating to survive. Roving bands of savages or the roamers in their traveling caravans struggling to survive.
“First, I’ll conduct a simple test.” Holli couldn’t stop her greedy hands reaching out. Hands thrilled to caress the lean muscular chest lying underneath the cadet’s shirt. Curious fingers gleefully explore the ridges and valleys between hard muscles. “I daresay a blowjob will be sufficient for our first test.”
Mind whirls from the vulgarity spoken aloud. The village’s elders had decreed oral sex taboo. A discomforting act performed by the vilest practitioners of lechery. Hedonistic addicts engage in the filthy degradation of oral sex.
Shimmering orbs of sapphire grins deviously. Husky connotations mock, while admitting she might have been programmed to love to blow as many cocks as she could. Holli isn’t a corporate manufactured doll who giving blowjobs is essential as breathing. Holli’s captivated amusement enjoys playfully inquiring. “Please, don’t tell me. At twenty-one, you never received head.”
“Oh, such a poor unfortunate creature.” Sympathetic words tenderly coddle Valence’s cock. “What a drearily pitiful life you lived. Allow me to correct a grievous oversight.”
Holli gracefully knelt. Kneeling before the man she’ll sway with her oral skills.
An eager small mouth consisting of plump ruby lips glistens with wet anticipation. Parched lips thirstily hover before Valence’s concealed cock. A salivating tongue impatient to caress the tube of hard flesh straining to escape the confines of imprisonment.
A mockery of a coy glance teases the man intensely expecting Holli’s next action. The moment of ramping anticipation is stretched. Holli’s hands reach behind her narrow back. Fingers leisurely glide.
The warmth of a fingertip informs the body-hugging corset to separate. The imperialistic corset designed to make Holli and her sisters appear intimating while being sexy objects. The corset is a visual blatant reinforcement of who she is. What Holli represents.
The shiny dark material of the corset gradually peels away from Holli. The crescendo of silence is softly shattered by Holli’s corset’s impacting against the hard office floor. The revelation of gorgeous plump tits barely bigger than a handful had been an upgrade Holli earned with her service. Holli requested her nipples to be thicker and increased sensitive.
White pristine mounds with pink tips surrounded by a small pool of sensual pink. A ring pierces her right nipple. While Holli’s left nipple is pierced by a golden barbell piercing. Valence stares at the sight. A man unfamiliar with body piercings.
Holli’s excitement trickles down her inner thighs. The scant triangle of material serving as panties is soaked with her natural lubricant. Unbelievably wet from knowing. Holli will be the first to pleasure this averagely handsome man with her mouth.
“Darling, don’t worry,” Holli’s own honey coated lilted accent reveals itself. Sugary intentions saunter out of her lips. The scintillating accent refuses to be suppressed whenever Holli gets horny or angry. “Besides, sweetie. I’m not human. A meat puppet for a self-aware vehicle. No taboo is being broken here. So, why don’t you just smile. While fucking enjoy this fleshware’s mouth.”
Delicate fingers enjoy liberating Holli’s healthy serving of afternoon fuck sausage. A thick snack cowers in fear of being devoured by Holli’s mouth. The hard prize refuses to come out to play with Holli. Fingers creep past the pants’ opening to retrieve the hot flesh being all shy.
Holli’s tenderness coaxes the semi-hard fucker out into the open. Curled fingers glide appreciatively along the impressive length. The thickness and the curved length of the hot flesh of steel will feel wonderful being buried to the hilt in her damp snatch. Holli’s thirsty mouth and ravenous pussy salivates at the sight and the feel.
Eyes examine the mushroom tip glistening in the lights of the office. A thick drop of delicious cum had formed. Is the drop from her or the Rosebuds sisters? The answer doesn’t matter to Holli. For the drop is hers to lick and enjoy. The damp softness of Holli’s tongue lovingly scrapes along the sensitive tip.
A twinge of illicit pleasure sparks through Valence. The unfamiliar sensation of a tongue progressively licking up from the base of Valence’s throbbing erection to the sensitive tip. Holli’s tongue aggressively toys with him. Teasing licks combined with stabs and sweeping caresses. Valence never considered what illicit pleasures a tongue could provoke.
Unfamiliar sensation closes Valence’s eyes. Holli’s expert tongue playfully teases the vulnerable blunt point. The stylized mushroom tip of Valence’s gorgeous cock is susceptible to the wet attention being lavished upon it. Cock craving more of experience bolts Valence’s feet to the ground.
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