Robert Wells, Spacer on Vacation

The door opens, revealing Robert Wells, a tall, broad-shouldered Human in his mid-thirties. His angular jaw is covered by a short well-trimmed beard, and his large strong arms are equally as hairy. Stacy stares back in awe at this ruggedly handsome man. He looks so... warm.

I _get paid to have sex with him!?? This is the best freaking job ever!!_

She opens her mouth to greet him, but find herself lacking words. If she really were human, she'd be blushing and sweating right now. She hopes that this man doesn't know Martians well enough to be able to read her nervousness by the errant twitches of her antennas.

"Howdy, sweetheart. I'm Robert." His voice is as thick and booming as she was hoping for, like a powerful river running through rocky mountains.

"S-sweetheart," she repeats, her voice trembling. It takes all of her willpower to keep her from jumping on him and begging him to plow her right away. Or, maybe she should do that? Would he like that? Do her clients want her to be submissive or to take charge? Shit, she should've asked some of the other prostitutes.

"You alright girl? Your sticks are awful twitchy."

Shit. He does know how to read her antenna. Better come clean. "I... I'm sorry, this is my first time. I'm a... a little bit nervous."

"Nervous good? Or nervous bad?" He seems to be keeping his distance at the moment, making sure that she's comfortable. It's not much, but she hadn't expected such gentleness from her first client.

"Nervous good. I want this. I very much do." She flutters her wide eyes at him, hoping her words and her eyes are enough to entice him forward. It is.

He sits down beside her on the side of her bed, and already her senses are overwhelmed. She can feel his cologne and his thick earthy musk seeping into her gills, and he is just as warm as she had thought he'd be, if not more. She lets out an enamoured sigh before looking directly in his eyes.

His hand against her cheek makes her whole body shiver, and she presses her face against him. Feeling him besides her is nothing compared to actual contact, and she loses herself in the tremendous sensation.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

If she had teeth, she would've bitten her lip; She has seen enough human media to know that this is what human girls do when they're turned on.

"You may kiss me," she whispers to him. "And you don't need to ask permission, Sir." She places her hand lovingly on his wrist, still locking eyes. "Tonight... you can do anything you want to me."

"I like the sound o' that," he responds with a genuine smile.

When he bows down against her to kiss her, she feels the knot in her belly untying itself and turning into a spicy inferno. His lips taste of bourbon, tobacco and his own unique flavor. His kiss is rough and his tongue pushes forth into her mouth. She wants him to keep kissing her until the end of her days, until civilizations crumbles into forgotten dust, until the Sun burns out, until entropy inevitably causes every atom in the universe to simply give up and break down. And yet, she also wants him to stop, because she knows that what's coming next will be even better.

He keeps one hand on her cheek, but his other slides up her leg. Her legs spread on their own, inviting him to climb higher, to touch her most intimate place. She almost tells him to tear the pantyhose, but she quickly learns that he doesn't need to be told that.

The sound of clothe ripping surprises her, causing, but the warm furry lips pressed down against hers quickly calm her down. She's kissed other Martians before, but nothing beats the delicious lips of a warm-blooded Human.

His finger brush up against her slit, and she thrusts her hips forward against him. "Oh, Robert," she whispers when he gives her mouth a reprieve from the kiss.

She quivers, and a little squirt of jelly oozes out of her slit. She's ready to be penetrated, and the pleased look on her man's face as he dips his fingers tells her that he knows it.

He pushes her on her back in the middle of the bed and climbs on top of her. Now, she realizes just how truly massive he is compared to her. She feels tiny, weak, ****... and that turns her on immensely.

He quickly doffs his pants, then pulls up her dress until her crotch is uncovered. She grabs him by the chin and lifts her head to kiss him, but she can't quite reach him. Luckily for her, he seems to find it cute, and so he lowers his mouth onto hers and takes charge of kissing again.

When he brings his dick against her nether region, she tenses up. She hasn't been able to get a look at it, so she doesn't how big it is. But everything about this man is large, so she has high hopes that this statement also holds true for his penis.

Just as the tip starts to push past her hole, she wraps her legs around his thick waist. She gasps when he enters her, and she continues to let out high-pitched cute noises as he gets deeper and deeper. In between moans, she whispers his name again and again, to make sure that he fully understands her appreciation.

The heat radiating from his dick inside her feels like a ****, and trembles in his solid hug. He moves in and out of her while moving his lips across her face and neck, making sure to leave no naked scale unkissed.

When his movements become rougher and his grunts become louder, she knows that he is getting close. There is nothing more in the world that she wants more than to cause this man to achieve an orgasm. It is her purpose, and she is ready to fullfill it.

He moans against her ear, and then shoots his load inside her. She feels all giddy, to have her genitals filled with this man's potent seed. The conscious part of her brain knows that her eggs can't be fertilized by human sperm, but that doesn't stop her from fantasizing about being bred and raising this Robert's offsprings.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters in a pleased, hazy voice. He drops his head gently on her chest, and she bends her antenna forward to touch his hair with them. "Did you... did you enjoy it?"

She is surprised by his question, by how earnest and **** he sounds. "Yes, dear, I enjoy it very much." She is still enjoying it, as his slowly-softening dick is still halfway inside her. She presses down on manhood, clamping her inner walls against the sensitive phallus. This causes the large burly man to let out an involuntary chuckle, as if the heightened sensitivity of his post-orgasm state made his cock ticklish.

He pulls out and give her a kiss, then rests on top of her for a few minutes. As she feels his heart beating and listen to his breathing, she coos with joy. She is thoroughly enjoying her new job.