The less fortunate are lost forever, perhaps sold on to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. In Subtown a woman needs to take care of her own protection, at least sexually speaking, as the view of the authorities is that any female who ventures there is “asking for it”, and proving crimes such as rape is almost impossible. But Hoola and I know the risks, and we’re watching out for each other. So although I’m feeling nervous uncertainty like any first-timer, I step boldly forward. Inside the bar it is busy, and unlike most Gaianesian venues, males outnumber females by about two to one among the clientele. Of course I see no Gaianesian men among the customers. The majority present from both sexes are human, although there’s a smattering of other species including a reptilian creature and giant blue skinned thing who looks as though he could break me with his hands. I recall that on other worlds it is more often men attracted into space and women the home, so I am not surprised that these alien ship crews are heavily biased towards the masculine. What makes me stop in my tracks is the way these male visitors stop to look at me. When we were little girls, Gara and I had a pet, a cute, furry species of mammal called a skrint. Intelligent, playful creatures, they originated as wild predators until Gaianesians began to domesticate them thousands of years ago. Nowadays there’s almost no trace of their hunting past in them, until the moment you put down their bowl of meat. Then you’d better not get in the way. Gara once tried to snatch away the food of our pet, no more than childish teasing, but the normally docile animal gave her such a vicious bite teen on the arm that Gara was left with a scar, and we had to convince our mother considered not to put the skrint to sleep. I relate this memory because it’s the only way I can describe the way the men in the bar look at me… exactly the way the skrint would look at its meal. Of course I’ve heard often about masculine sex drive, and that this urge is the way most of the universe reproduces, but experiencing the reality for the first time, I feel a swell of sympathy for these anal creatures hypnotized by their longing. Gods, what we’re taught is exactly right. This is how they are – males - slave to their desperate compulsion to mate with me. For some of them it’s so overwhelming their jaws hang open as though they’re about to drool. Almost every last man has his eyes on me, scanning up and down the curves of my body. The poor things are probably too drugged to realize what they’re doing, but I can’t feel sympathy when they’re making me so self-conscious. Stop staring, guys! They’re just my breasts, just my hips. I’ve never given my organs much thought before, but these male eyes are locking on my chest as though my tits amateur define me. It wouldn’t be so bad if this treatment was shared evenly among the females, but adding to my discomfort is the fact that far more men are Hardcore focusing on me than any of the other females present. Yes, I have often been told I’m exceptionally beautiful, and Gara and I both inherited our mother’s long legs and full protruding front. But Hoola is next to me, and even better endowed than I am. So what is it about me in particular that seems to cast a spell on these men? I follow Hoola forward, instinct keeping me close to her. Although the men all continue to watch, no one approaches us while we buy drinks. According to my briefing the men were expected to instigate the courting. Perhaps the information was incorrect. The bar is meant for a place for social meeting and interaction, but the groups seem to be keeping largely to themselves – ship crews each spreading to fill one of the circular tables. There’s nowhere to sit with them unless strangers make a place for us. The other Gaianesian women here are drinking separately, standing in small gaggles, although I can hear them giggling loudly and the more brazen are glancing towards the humans with open speculation. Perhaps we should ask our own species about courtship behavior. A woman crossing the floor jostles me, a human female in the brown overalls of a ship crew. I look after her and asian instead of apologizing she scowls at me before making her way to her busy table. Emily sat down beside the woman and asked, “Was amateur it what you hoped for?” The tails of her decorative scarf fluttered. "I guess I have to go home now..." she said, wrapping him in a hug as he grabbed her tight little ass in both hands and pulled her against him. She mumbled. Tom was one very excited guy and definitely the "I like to get but don't like to give" type of guy when it came to massage. Finally, she looked up and caught me sneaking a peek. Liz said to her son, opening the door and stepping out with Zach teen behind her. Hardcore Shutt’s family was from the area so I was quite sure that he knew all about the creek and the problems crossing it. “Did I say that?” I frowned. The girls dressed in their usual clothing, which was still very enticing to Mark, but not over the top. On others were communications discussing mobilizing the military and sending them to our college. 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She got my baby all riled up and didn’t take care of him. Finally I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at Aiden from my position between his legs. Real nice suites. A shiver ran through me. The sight of my naked sister was more than I was expecting to see. His penis lurched and slid out of her. C'mon follow me," I said. So here I was on my way to see Keiko and to see if our words would equal or surpass the physical. Diane was caressing his thigh. Audrey asked. The only question is, can you stop now girls to discovering their true nature? “Stephanie, I had a wonderful anal time today. I tugged on her nipples, gently. I loved the way their tongues hung down - long, fat and pink! I looked at Josh and watched as he did as he was told, gliding his hand up and down my roommate’s throbbing cock.