Shortage (Restart, open to one female)

[tyrion77]

Seeing the women on the other side of the glass certainly had an affect on Rick, whether he wanted it to or not. The sight of them, and the casually seductive way that Martha offered them to him could not help but cause a sharp twinge of lust in him. The abstract way that he had considered things before this did not have the raw appeal that this new turn of events did. Still, something about it all was still bugging him.

Walking over to her desk, it was impossible to hide the fact that the mere sight of the women beyond the glass had made him hard; it was straining against the front of the snug pants they'd given him. Placing his hands atop it, he leaned forward and looked down at this woman, "I appreciate the offer, Martha. Really, I do...the women are lovely. But I have just had my world sort of turned upside down the past couple of weeks, by deliberate actions...I am guessing on the part of your government. Do you really have nothing else to say except that I should go and try to forget about all of that in the arms of those women?"

 

[BethJones]

"No, not at all dear... just there is no way back... we haven't mastered that yet... So I guess you should enjoy your time rather than stress of something we can't change," Martha said in a very matter of fact way.

 

[tyrion77]

Of course, he had no way of knowing whether she was telling the truth about whether they could send him back, but if that was the official answer, he knew he was not likely to get anything further from her. "Fine...but you may want to consider stopping this until you can figure out a way to go back and forth, if you care at all about what is right, so that you can at least get people's consent before tearing them away from their homes," he tells Martha, and then turns to head into the room beyond the glass. Rick simply was not equipped to push the matter any further at the moment.

Moving beyond the door that led into the room with the three women, he inhaled deeply, then let that breath out, and pulled out the card that Martha had slipped into his pocket to look at it briefly. Not only was it an attempt to learn more about this place he found himself in, but to try to get his mind off of how frustrated he was with the whole situation. It wouldn't do to meet these women with such anger...it was entirely possible that they didn't know what was involved with bringing men to their world.

Oddly enough, at least to him, the card appeared to be a combination of an ID card and a credit or debit card. Shrugging slightly, he slipped it back into his pocket and looked at the women again, this time without the glass between him and them. With a somewhat nervous and slightly forced smile on his lips, he spoke to them in a much more pleasant tone than he had Martha, "Hello ladies. I'm Rick Sailor."

 

[BethJones]

The older woman spoke, "I'm Hazel, and these are my girls," pointing to the blonde first, "this is Alex," and then pointing to the brunette, "this is Kirsty," she smiled. Her eyes looking Rick up and down, undressing him in her mind.

Alex and Kirsty sat straight backed, smiles on their faces. They looked over Rick, this was the first time they had shared a room with a man, they had seen pictures, heard stories, but never been near a real live one.

Hazel however was not as uneasy, her money had bought her the privalage of many a first encounter with new arrivals. Even in this dimension money made the world go round.

 

[tyrion77]

Rick had been somewhat popular with women back at home. Despite having chosen a 'nerdy' career path, he had remained physically active enough to have a decent body, and he was not bad looking. It did not hurt matters, of course, that his cock was big; not porn-star huge, but large and thick when hard, which it certainly was at that moment. So normally, he was confident enough around women. Alex, Kristy, and their mother Hazel, were something of a different story, as they were well out of his league, and looking at him as if he were made of chocolate or some other equally-appetizing substance.

"Nice to meet you all," he responded, nervousness creeping into his tone as he stepped forward, closer to them. He was also guilty of undressing the three of them with his eyes, ogling them rather openly as he did his best to ignore the throbbing in his cock, which was growing rapidly in intensity. Licking his lips, he stopped just in front of them and asked, "Would you mind if I had a seat with you ladies? I've had something of a long day."

 

[BethJones]

"Of course," Hazel said smiling, "Alex be a good girl, let our guest sit down," she continued. Alex stood obediently, the short skirt barely covering her pert cheeks. She walked slowly but purposefully, she took a seat on the arm of the seat next to Kirsty. The girls seemed comfortable with each other despite being insdie each others personal space.

"Come... sit down," Hazel said stroking the warm seat next to her.

 

[tyrion77]

Biting his lip at the sight of the short skirt that Alex wore, Rick could not help but watch her walk around and sit again before he moved to sit next to Hazel. Normally, he would have sat as far from her as possible, to give her space to be comfortable, but seeing the look in her eyes, he figured that such a 'bubble' was not going to be necessary, and so he sat down with his hip pressing lightly against hers. "Thank you, Hazel," he responded, his eyes drawn to the older woman beside him again, glancing at the two younger ones briefly before adding, "Your daughters must have taken after you in the looks department. All three of you are gorgeous."

The words were the boldest thing he'd ever said to a woman, and the nervousness in his tone when he uttered them was palpable. Still, it was becoming more and more clear that he could likely have been arrogant or even downright rude with them, and they likely would have still wanted him there. When Chelsea had explained the situation earlier, he had not been able to help but wonder if she had exaggerated how bad things were, but now he was seeing that they were every bit as bad as he had been told.

 

[BethJones]

Hazel laughed, "These aren't my daughters," she said, still chuckling. The laughter hid the truth, for years she had been trying to concieve, poor fertility in a world with few options for sperm was not welcomed. It had cost her £150000 to be here today, she was desperate to fall pregnant, knowing the odds were stacking agaisnt her she wanted this man for his sperm.

"These girls work for me," Hazel continued "They have worked well this year... their bonus was to come to watch today... to see a real man in action... I hope you don't mind?" she questioned.

 

[tyrion77]

"Oh, I'm sorry. When you said they were your girls, I assumed you meant your daughters," he said, turning her words over in his mind. They were so eager to simply see a man in person that it was still something of a shock to him. "No, I don't mind at all. If they've worked hard, they should be rewarded," Rick went on, giving the two younger women a smile before turning his attention toward Hazel again; it was easy to guess that she'd likely paid or pulled some sort of strings in order to be there with him, and while it felt odd to know such a thing, he also could not help but feel badly for these women. He could not imagine living in a world where their situations were reversed, and the chances of him even getting to see a woman were so slim.

Lifting a hand, he brought it to the older woman's temple and began to stroke his fingers through her hair. "You really are beautiful, Hazel," Rick complimented her, unsure what else to say as his fingers found their way to the side of her neck, lightly caressing down over smooth, soft skin, "I hope I'm not being too forward here, but it is kind of hard to help myself." Indeed, it was difficult, in a way, to keep from feeling like the proverbial kid in the candy shop.

 

[BethJones]

Hazel, flinched a little, not use to the rough skin of a man's hand. She had surrounded herself with pleasent young ladies, soft skinned, well groomed. It had also been a long time since anyone had willingly touched her like this, her riches had bought her several young maids who attended her every need. She had felt somewhat outcasted by society, the mere fact she had never fallen pregnant despite the encounters.

"It's not forward at all... It's nice," Hazel smiled welcoming his touch as she relaxed. "As long as you climax in my womb and don't waste a drop... your wish is our pleasure," she continued.

Kirsty and Alex had never been with a man, they had played with the huge range of sex toys Hazel owned. They didn't understand the true pleasure of a man. Nor the affect that their tight bodies were having on Rick. They both looked so innocent sat on the couch.

 

[tyrion77]

When she used the words 'in my womb', it dawned on him that she must have been hoping to get pregnant from this, and the idea sent an odd shiver up his spine. At home, such a thing would never have been done so casually, with a complete stranger: yet another aspect of this new world that dawned on him rather suddenly. "Oh, I'm sure I will find plenty of pleasure in filling your womb with my cum, Hazel," he told her, the lust that the idea of it filled him with giving him the courage to grow bolder as his hand slid to the back of her head and he leaned in to kiss her deeply. His outrage was still there in the back of his mind, but it was not this woman's fault, so if he could help her and perhaps enjoy himself a bit at the same time, he saw little problem in it.

As he kissed her, he began to push Hazel down onto the couch; if Kirsty did not move out of the way, her head would soon be in the sweet little brunette's lap. For his part, Rick didn't particularly care, so long as both women were comfortable with the arrangement. He was getting a good deal of enjoyment out of it already, with the older woman's lush tits crushed against his chest as his tongue dueled with hers between their lips. As if to assure the woman under him that she would, in fact, be getting what she wished from him, he pressed his hips down against her firmly, so that the bulge in his pants rubbed against her stomach firmly.

 

[BethJones]

The man's touch was just what Hazel wanted, feeling his hand on the back of her neck, becoming submissive to this stranger. She felt as he pressed himself agaisnt her, pushing her downwards on the couch, her head landing on Kirsty's lap.

Kirsty felt a little strange at first, although this was by no means the first time a woman's head had been on her lap, it was the first time Hazel's had been. Kirsty had often pleasured Hazel but never the other way round, Kirsty's pleasure had only come from Alex, or one of the other maids.

Alex and Kirsty exchanged a look of confusion, not truly sure what they should be doing.

Hazel enjoyed the feel of the young man's tongue as it probed her mouth, flicking her tongue against his slowly dancing with his. She felt him press tight against her, his bulge rubbing on her stomach. Judging from the bulge this was by far the largest cock she had ever felt, in fact probably the largest in their city, if not the country. Her hands caressed his firm ass cheeks, pulling him closer against her, she whimpered in excitement.

 

[tyrion77]

While lost in the kiss with Hazel, Rick was oblivious to Kirsty and Alex, other than the feel of the former's leg under the older woman's head. When he finally broke the kiss and lifted his head up, licking his lips, he gave them the most reassuring smile he could and said in a low tone, "She brought you here to watch, so you should probably just get comfortable. Perhaps she might be convinced to share me a bit more after I've given her what she wants." He was not about to speak for her entirely, but looking at the two younger women, he would not have been opposed at all to having sex with any or all of them.

However, it was clear that Hazel was the one in charge, and a pleasant armful all by herself. Drawing his hands down the front of her body, they soon moved under her dress, lifting the hem up slowly, his eyes clearly delighting in the way her skin was bared inch by inch.