A Piece of Aliass

Andrew was a geek. And like all geeks, his perfect woman wasn’t just a model, or a girl at work. It was a super-heroine, a space-traveller, an ass-kicker, a Bond girl, and so on, and so on. He’d had his obsessions in the past: Xena, Jadzia Dax, Queen Amidala, Scully, but his current fixation of all fictional fixations was Sydney Bristow.

He looked at the White Room entity before him, embodied in the athletic, sexy, adaptive form of Sydney Bristow, played by Jennifer Garner. The White Room knew exactly how to please him.

Ambitiously, he reached out and touched her chest. Her breasts weren’t overly-large, but they were grabbable, and could look great in cleavage. She was in a halter-top which he was proceeding to get her out of. She was silent, calm, smiling, seductive.

He began to feel her. “Talk dirty to me,” he grinned into her ear, giggling at his boldness. He knew he could get away with it.

He felt a hand go to his back. With a smile, Sydney struck him in the chest, spinning him backwards over her hand. He fell and looked up. “I could kill you in three seconds flat,” she said.

Well, that was kinky.

He smiled and knew this was going to be fun, although violent. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped out of her silk panties. He stood up and stepped close to her, though she violently pushed him down again. She got to her knees and crawled over to him, straddling. Her tight, powerfully clenched pussy slid down on to his manhood.

Her body began controllingly thrusting, up and down, pushing him into the White Room floor. He began to fight back, bucking his hips upwards, giving Sydney/White Room entity a bit less control. He reached up and felt her tits and she betrayed her composure with a moan. The brunette grinned a fascinating little grin.