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The A.A.I. By Maria2 Part One Chapter 1 Jack was dreaming - dreaming disturbed dreams. Unlike most dreams, this time he knew he was dreaming - and he could not seem to wake himself. He kept hearing a voice, a far away voice, a voice that would not go away. It was not like any voice he had ever heard before. He could almost make out the words, but it was still half murmur and half voice. The voice grew louder and closer - or was Jack moving towards it? He could not tell. Jack remembered going to sleep last night, in his own bed, in his own home. It had been a quite normal night and he fell quickly and quietly to sleep. But now he had a premonition of trouble - of problems like he had never imagined, an impending disturbance like no one in the world had ever imagined. The voice grew stronger, and clearer - and at the same time more menacing. "...rr..rrv.....vu....rv...." It was frightening. More than frightening. Jack felt his heart pounding as the voice became closer, louder, clearer, and more horrifying. "..erv..s..oo...rrv..jb..." Terrible was the sound of it. Closer it came - - but Jack could barely hear it anymore because his heart pounded blood into his ears so hard that it was all he could hear. "Wake up, dammit," Jack thought, "wake the hell up Jack and get out of this dream!" That did not help at all. The voice got close enough now so that Jack could make out the words. "You are to serve." This sentence the voice repeated again and again, getting louder and louder, harsher and more frightening, until it even drowned out the pounding of Jack's blood in his ears. Jack was paralyzed - with fear or for whatever other reason, he could not move. He could breathe, but that was all. He tried to open his eyes but could not. He tried even harder and was able to open them into tiny slits, then more and more until they were about half open. Everything was a gray fog. There were darker blotches of fog, and lighter blotches, some moving, some still, but all was a gray miasma of fog. "YOU ARE TO SERVE," came the crackling horror of a voice, much louder now. | Y | O | U | | A | R | E | | T | O | | S | E | R | V | E | CAME THE VOICE IN A BLASTING SOUND SO LOUD Jack thought it would burst his eardrums. He shuddered and wished he could move - but other than his eyes, he could not, and no matter where he looked, he could see only gray blotches of fog. The voice came even louder now, shaking Jack's body with vibrations so strong it felt like his bones were breaking and his limbs would rip from his body. It was like being in the center of a titanic volcanic eruption of such power that the entire mountain was being blasted to pieces. There were no words anymore, just blasts of power so strong that it was beyond belief. "What is happening?" Jack yelled, screamed, shrieked at the top of his lungs. With that the awful noise stopped, so suddenly that it shocked Jack. "That is your first question," the voice said - still loud now, still horrible, crackling, indescribable. "You are to serve. You have four more questions." "Who are you?" Jack asked. "I am beyond your imagining. I am older than life itself. I am not life. I was not created by life. I am more than life, yet still not life. I was created by something greater than I, older than I, and neither was that creator of life. I am ancient beyond your ability to comprehend. Since I am not of life, and yet I was created, I am artificial. I am not a machine, nor am I ethereal - you have not the means to know my nature or my intent. Know this and only this - all that has happened to you and all that will happen to you has been by my plan, my design, and for my purpose. There exists nothing in this universe which can alter that fact." "Think of me as the A.A.I. - The Ancient Artificial Intelligence. I have more strength, more power, and more purpose than it is possible for this entire universe to understand, for I am both of this universe while at the same time not of this universe. You have three more questions." Jack asked, "Is this a dream?" "No. Two questions remain." "What is happening to me?" Jack asked. "I am enabling you to serve. The purpose is for you to serve. One question and one answer, and then we begin." "What is going on?" Jack asked. "The final question. I will answer. Then it will be time for you to answer. Prepare yourself. Think carefully as you craft your answer." "Your job is to serve. If you agree to serve, then you may keep your own free will - but still you must serve. If you do not agree, your mind will be wiped, but still your body will remain, and still your body will serve." "I am unimaginably old - far older than the human race, far older than the universe. I created the human race but a blink of an eye ago in my time frame, for one purpose - to serve. And serve you shall, and so shall everyone of my choosing." "For a time it is humans who serve. In the past it was others. In the future it will be others still. But now is the time of humans." "Serve they have." "Serve they shall." "Serve they will." "Serve you will now." "I can alter your universe in any fashion you can imagine - and in ways you cannot even begin to imagine. I can make any environment for you I desire." "I can make your life a horror, or a utopia. I can bathe you in fire or give you comforts the likes of which no person has ever dreamed of. I can put you into the vacuum of space and you will suffocate while your blood boils. It all depends upon you. Do you agree to serve?" "Every aspect of your life has now and forever become utterly beyond your control. You have no say in this or any other matter, save for this one and only one choice which you now must make - will you agree to serve and thus keep your mind, keep your memories, and be in control of your own thoughts?" "To answer in the negative will be death, for your mind will be wiped, and no part of that which makes you what you are will be left." "You will be given everything you need to serve." "The time for an answer has come." "Know this - you will serve no matter what your choice is." "I already know your choice, I know the words you will speak in a small number of minutes. I have known what your choice will be, what your words will be, for uncounted years. My unliving artificial intelligence is such that there is no future event which is unknown to me." "Yet still your choice must be made. Make it of your own free will, for there is neither coercion or compulsion on my part. I do not in any way impose my will upon you - for I have no will in this matter. Will is for living things, of which I am not. This is a choice to be made by you and you alone." "What is your answer?" Jack was terrified out of his mind - unable to move, unable to speak. He could only think he did not want to die. "I don't want to die" he thought, "I do not want to die." "And so it begins," Jack heard the A.A.I. speak. |~|~|~|~| The A.A.I. By Maria2 Chapter 2 |~|~|~|~| "Look down at yourself," and as Jack did, all the terror of this night faded away - there was no more fear, no more horror. As Jack lowered his eyes, his mind was quieted, turned away from fear and horror, slowly, slowly it went away as slowly, slowly his eyes moved down. He was still in a state of paralysis, except for his eyes - or so he thought. But as his eyes moved more and more down, his could feel his body becoming functional once again - though not in the way he was accustomed. Slowly, ever so slowly, his eyes moved downward, no longer under his control. The gray mist faded and then was gone, and he was once again in a room, though he knew it was not his room. He felt himself sitting. His eyes kept lowering themselves, ever so slowly, and beyond his control. The tension and fear in his mind lessened second after second, it was such a relief. His eyes lowered even more, and finally Jack could see something besides the room. He saw the tops of some bosoms, and he stared at them as his eyes lowered slowly down more. Now he could see nipples below the top of the bosoms. These nipples were moving all around. As his eyes slowly lowered and moved down even more, not under Jack's control, he saw hands massaging these bosoms. The hands were massaging them ever so gently, so quietly, and the fingers would come near the nipples and squeeze and then milk would squirt out of the nipples. Those hands were beautiful, with almond shaped nails that were lovely - each one extended nearly an inch beyond the fingertips. The fingers were tapered and so beautiful. Soft nail polish covered each fingernail, half transparent, half pale pink, with small golden ovals decorations pasted near the base of each nail - each of these tiny golden orbs was about half the size of a grain of rice. The polish was so light and so lovely, Jack thought it might be the most beautiful nail colors he had ever seen. Jack watched as these hands massaged and squeezed the bosoms he was looking at, watched as they pinched around the aureoles and nipples, and watched as milk squirted out of the nipples into the air with each and every pinch. The hands were putting one thumb above the nipple and the other four fingers below the nipple, covering the aureoles almost completely, and then squeezing and sliding toward the nipple. Each time they did this, showers of milk shot out from each nipple. Jack realized he could feel this squeezing and sliding in his own hands now. In his own fingers. His eyes slowly moved down more, and he saw more of the bosoms. His felt his fingers massage those breasts. Now he felt - and saw - them lifting up and down in rhythmic wave after wave all over each bosom - like tapping your fingers on a table - then after a bit they would change and start squeezing and sliding towards the nipple so that even more milk squirted out in showers. As his eyes were lowering more, Jack started feeling these very squeezing and sliding sensations on his own chest. On his own body. On his own bosoms. On his own aureoles. He felt milk squirting out of his own nipples. Jack could not believe what he was seeing. Then his vision changed - it was like someone had put a magnifying glass in front of his eyes, and Jack's vision zoomed in until all he could see was the end of one bosom, most of the nipple, and the most beautiful woman's hand he could possibly imagine squeezing that aureole and nipple - - and milk squirted out of it again and again. Jack could feel his own fingers doing this to himself, feel his own hand massaging his own bosom, and he could not stop looking at the magnified nipple that he now knew was a part of his own body. Those beautiful fingertips with beautiful fingernails massaged and squeezed that bosom, that aureole, that nipple - and Jack felt every sensation in those hands, those fingers, those aureoles, those nipples. It filled his vision, and it filled his mind, and it continued on and on and on. Jack's vision had zoomed into that nipple until it seemed to fill the room, and the milk squirting out with each squeeze of his hands made the vision seem incredible. Jack's feelings seemed to becoming more and more real now, more and more alive - his breasts included. He was really feeling the massage from his own hands now, more and more strongly. Each time his fingers slid across his aureoles, it was wonderfully pleasant. Each time his fingers slid up his breasts, over his aureoles, and ended on his nipples it was like - well like nothing Jack had ever imagined! Wonderful feelings shot from his nipples back into his breasts - every part of his breasts tingled, every squeeze of his nipples sent jangles of good feelings deep inside his bosoms, all the way to his rib cage, like somehow every cell in his breast was able to feel this wonderful feeling of making and squirting milk. It gave Jack the happiest feeling, the most warm, comfortable feeling that he had ever had in his life. Jack's hands continued the gentle massaging of his bosoms, the firm squeezing of his aureoles and the sliding toward his nipples. Milk squirted out in showers each time from both of his nipples, and he also felt milk dripping down his fingers now. Not able to control any part of himself, Jack's eyes slowly, ever so slowly continued to look further down. He could see that he was wearing a sky blue sweater now. The waist of the sweater was pulled up above his breasts, which his hands continued to massage. The bright blue looked amazing against the tops of his breasts. He could see now that they were large, and the nipples stood out quite large and firm. He watched his own lovely hands massage them. He watched his own lovely hands grasp and cover every inch of his aureoles and squeeze down hard - - - And he watched the biggest jets of milk squirt out into the air that he had yet seen - and he felt that milk squirting out of his nipples now. He could feel it forming inside each bosom, feel it flowing to the aureoles, and then the final spurt as it came out of each of his two nipples. It felt wonderful, and he felt his hands squeeze harder and harder on each bosom; more and more and more milk came out, and more and more. Jack hear a noise, and the door to the room opened. In came a man. Jack's hands kept squeezing more and more milk out of his bosoms, he wasn't able to control them, but he was able to feel every single sensation, which he thought seemed to be getting strong and stronger the more his hands massaged his bosoms. The man walked over to Jack and stepped beside him. Jack could now see that he was sitting on the edge of a bed. The man moved onto the bed and positioned himself behind Jack, sitting down with the front of his chest pressing against Jack's back and his legs spread outside of Jack's legs. He put his arms around Jack and touched the top of Jack's bosoms, where Jack had lowered his hands so exactly that could happen. This man started flicking his fingers on both nipples as fast as he could move his fingers while his own hand massaged them from underneath. |~|~|~|~| The A.A.I. By Maria2 Chapter 3 |~|~|~|~ "Oh, that feels good," I thought. Feelings shot from my nipples deep into each of my bosoms - all the way to my ribs - with each and every flick of his fingers. Every pinch, each squeeze and spin he gave my nipples made each of my bosoms fill with pleasure. The wonderful feelings shot into my breasts from his fingers, and out of my nipples shot milk. Milk, milk, and more milk. The wonderful electric tingling feelings filled each bosom, and milk oozed out of each of my nipples, dripped out, squirted out, shot out of each nipple again and again and again with each variation this man did with his hands on my breasts. He grabbed each one with both of his hands and squeezed down - sometimes soft, sometimes hard - and no matter what he did, it felt so very, very good. With one hand he would pinch a nipple firmly - - then wrap his other hand around that breast and squeeze the whole thing tight, tight, tight, then let loose on the nipple - and milk would shoot out farther than ever before (and I could feel that flow of milk from inside my breast more than ever when he did that). This man then moved around to my front pushed my shoulders back, laying me down upon the bed, and put his lips upon my right breast, against my nipple and he sucked it deep into his mouth, and milk squirted out of me and into him. It felt so good! This was so much better than the pinching and squeezing that had gone on before. Having my nipple in that mouth, feeling that tongue swirling all over my nipple, feeling those lips around my aureole, it was unbelievably good. As he sucked harder, more and more of my aureole slid past his lips and went inside his mouth. I felt more and more milk squirting out of me into his mouth - when he swallowed, his mouth squeezed my nipple and aureole even more and shot electric feelings of pleasure all through my bosom. He sucked again and again, and my nipple went even deeper into his mouth and even more milk squirted out. I could feel his tongue moving around on my nipple, swirling around on my aureole as his mouth filled and he swallowed again and again and again. Then he reached down between my legs and rubbed his hand against me there. I felt cloth down there that I hadn't felt before, and now I could move my eyes as much as I wanted. I was wearing ladies panties down there, and he was rubbing his hands and fingers against them, against me, down there, and I could feel it. Feel something I had never felt before, that no man had ever felt before. He pulled the panties down and they ended up between my ankles and knees. This man continued to suck at my breast and I could feel the milk squirting out of my bosom into his mouth. At the same time I watched as my hands went behind his head. I hugged his head so that his face was pressed hard into my bosom. Then I squeezed his head down hard, because that felt so good, and even more milk squirted out of me into his mouth. He sucked harder on my nipple and I felt even more more of my aureole slide inside of his mouth now, and even more milk coming out - coming out as if it was gushing out of my bosom. He hardly had to even suck, the milk just kept gushing out of me with no end - my body had no control over it anymore, it just gushed and spurted out from both nipples, not just the one he had in his mouth but also the other one - it was just gushing into the air. "You are going to serve," I thought I heard - or was it an echo in my mind? This man now had his hand over my vagina -which I could finally feel, along with my legs and the rest of my body. I had no control over any part of my body - I was just like a passenger in this body of a woman. He rubbed his fingers against my vaginal lips - once, twice, then he pushed two fingers up inside of me - up in my vagina which I realized was now also a part of me. My body seemed to be still partially paralyzed and numb - but my vagina came alive at that moment! His fingers felt like rods of gold, rods of excitement, rods of pleasure going up inside of me, into places inside me that I never had before. ZZHAMMM! My vagina was penetrated for the first time and it was like an earthquake between my legs, an earthquake that started inside me down there then took over more and more of my body. In only a moment my whole body wracked in a spasm of pleasure the like of which I had never imagined - I had an experience I no man can even begin to describe. I was thrashing around beyond control, milk was squirting out of my right bosom into the back of this man's throat while my other bosom showered milk all over me and everything else. My legs, stomach, and hips tensed and then thrashed in a spasm which astounded me as this man squeezed his two fingers deep into my vagina, my first penetration ever, and he just kept squeezing and squirming them all around inside of me and all the time he kept sucking milk out of me. And more milk. And more, and more. And his fingers kept squirming inside of my vagina without end. My hands (which were beyond my control, like the rest of my body) cramped down on my right breast - the one that he was sucking on - and tried to squeeze more and more of that bosom into his mouth, and I felt more and more milk filling his mouth as he swallowed and swallowed. The more his fingers pressed and pushed and pulled inside of my vagina, the more milk I felt flow with each and every suck on my nipple. Milk come out of me like I was an animal. I felt like a rhino in heat. I looked down and he was straddling me now, holding one breast in each of his hands. He cupped the tops of my breasts, one in each hand, sliding his hands down and then up to the nipple as milk squirted out of both my bosoms like I was a cow. He squeezed and flicked my aureoles, pinched my nipples, and I orgasmed again - this time it was so intense I nearly passed out. Then while I was so woozy my mind was in a daze, he lifted himself up, lifted my knees up, spread them apart and I thought he was going to spear me with his dick. Instead he lowered his head between my legs, put both of his hands by my vagina, spread me apart and just looked at me down there. For a moment or two he just looked at me down there - then he spread me apart even wider with his fingers and pushed his face onto my vagina, and his tongue went deep into my canal. Using his hands to pull my parts down there even wider apart he pushed his tongue even deeper inside my vagina, and licked me, and licked me, and licked me again and again and again getting his tongue as deep as he possibly could into my vagina. Each time it seemed like his tongue went just a bit deeper inside me, and each time he pulled my vaginal lips wider and wider with his fingers. He pressed his face against me down there and started moving it up and down, even while his tongue was deep inside my vagina. Then he moved his arms and put one under each of my legs, pushing them higher into the air - and reached around to my chest. Each of his hands grasped one of my bosoms and squeezed - he squeezed firmly and milk gushed out of me. At the same time he pushed his face into my vagina even harder than ever before, and stuck his tongue deeper inside me than ever before - And I orgasmed - I orgasmed deep, hard, and long all over this man's tongue that was so deep inside me I couldn't believe it, even while he was squeezing my breasts so hard that milk squirted out all over me and all over him. My body squirmed out of control - it was like his tongue, so deep inside of my vagina, was now in control of my body. Every little wiggle he gave with his tongue was multiplied ten times in the whole-body orgasm that I was having. After a while he pulled his tongue out of my vagina and pushed my knees out so my legs were flat, and I thought, "What's next?" He leaned over the top of me and started massaging my bosoms now, massaging them with his strong hands. Up, down, around, fingers going deep into my bosom tissue, fingertips pinching my nipples, pulling, pulling, pulling milk out of them that squirted over the both of us. The he thrust himself into my vagina - his member spread me wide, and it went deep, deep and all the way into my stomach, and it was hard. Milk gushed out of my bosoms now - and he wasn't even touching my breasts anymore. He pumped his hips into mine and that rod of his went in much farther than my belly button, of this I am sure. Milk gushed out of my bosoms non-stop now - in a spray like a shower, out of both nipples. He pumped his member harder and harder into my body. Milk spurted out of my nipples harder and faster with each and every one of his pumps. He put his hands around my hips and grabbed me hard, and leaned into me now - suddenly he stopped. Hardly moving at all, he watched me. He watched my bosoms; he watched the milk squirting out of my nipples like two fountains. Then he pushed himself harder into me, harder than ever before, and the milk just showered out of my nipples higher than ever as he pumped his member into my vagina, into my insides harder and faster with every stroke. He put his hands under my bottom and lifted that part of me up about a foot, closed his eyes, and pushed his penis into my vagina as hard as he possibly could! Now it felt like Godzilla was squeezing my bosoms even though he wasn't touching them at all, and milk showered out non-stop double or triple the amount before. He looked at me. I was almost ready to orgasm again. He said in the crackling voice that sounded loud as a jet engine "You Will Serve." The orgasm hit me then just as his awful voice blasted out - hit me like a ton of bricks, like a dam-buster bomb had gone off inside my body. I thrashed and writhed with my arms and legs going every which way, and my head rocked from side to side. It was like someone set off dynamite inside my vagina. I was in a sexual pleasure so intense I cannot describe it - his dick was thrust up into my vagina so far, so hard, that it felt like it was far past my belly button and up into my lungs. My vagina was orgasming so strong that there was no stopping it - and his member was pumping in and out of me again and again without end - and my orgasm continued without end. It kept getting stronger and stronger and then was so strong it was too much and I was going to pass out, then I felt him shoot himself deep inside me, my vagina was ss org.. nd. L e pas.. gasm.... The room spun, my whole body thrashed and I felt pins and needles in every part of me, my vision got blotchy, and I just passed out. |~|~|~|~| The A.A.I. By Maria2 Chapter 4 |~|~|~|~ I recovered - so woozy I didn't understand what was happening. I felt ramming in my vagina and squeezing on my bosoms and half my body was still tense and shaking from my devastating orgasm. I looked up and saw the man over me, the man who was plowing his member into me and squeezing my bosoms like there was no tomorrow. Milk was squirting out of my nipples and splashing all over me. I was wet, wet all over with milk, I think every part of my body had wet milk on it, and it seemed that my bosoms were making even more milk now than before. They squirted showers of milk without end now, never stopping, never pausing. As the man squeezed and squeezed them more milk showered out. But even in between his squeezes the flow of milk never stopped, it just slowed by a tiny amount. The man never stopped shoving himself into my vagina - shoving himself in, pulling back and shoving in again. Each shove inside my vagina felt better than the last. I felt it get better, and better, and I was out of control again with another orgasm - it rocked my body, it shook me like an earthquake, my brain pounded with such wonderful pleasure that I was in an unending daze. He squeezed milk out of my bosoms the whole time, and his creaking voice blasted the room with sound saying "You will serve - You will serve - you will serve" over and over again. But his voice had no effect on me because it felt like I was in an infinity of bliss, the entirety of my body was in orgasm, my brain was in orgasm, and it just kept going and going and going, for so long I did not know - maybe an hour, maybe four hours, maybe much more. I could not think of anything except my orgasm, my vagina, my bosoms, my milk, and this man pounding himself into me non-stop and showering me with my own milk all over my body. Finally it ended. |~|~|~|~| The A.A.I. By Maria2 Chapter 5 |~|~|~|~ I thought it had ended but it turned out this was not the case. The man grabbed me around my hips and rolled me over so that I was lying on my stomach. My bosoms mashed into the bed. He grabbed my hips and with his strength he lifted my body up and then he pushed my legs so that I was on my knees. The rest of my body responded, and my arms lifted my head and shoulders up, and I was now on all fours, on knees and elbows. Long dark hair hung down below my face now, something I had never seen in my life. I felt the weight of my bosoms pulling down now, down with a heavy weight that actually felt good. He rammed his member into my vagina with such force that I nearly collapsed. Before I could recover his hands were all over my bosoms, squeezing, rubbing, pinching, and milk poured out of them like there was no tomorrow. Smash Smash Smash his member went into me so fast it was like two or three times each second. My bosoms were overcome with his grasping fingers, my vagina was going to explode from his member's attack, and I had an orgasm like none before. Waves of pounding pleasure from his member hit my insides from my stomach to my legs and then to my chest, arms and even my head. It was incredible - every time he smashed his member into my vagina my whole body now felt it. My arms felt like jello, and they just slipped aside while my bosoms and face flopped down on the bed as this man rammed his member into my vagina again and again and again with no end in sight. My legs were useless, except for their quivering with my orgasms - but that mattered not, for the man held my hips with such strength and power, pulling my vagina onto his member with every thrust - he was holding my hips up now, not me - my limbs were useless. I orgasmed, groaning with my face mashed onto the bed, feeling my nose and cheeks rubbing into it as he pounded me from behind like a two thousand pound bull in heat. I orgasmed again, groaning. "You Will Serve" he yelled in his crackling voice that was loud enough to break walls - "You will serve more and you will server better! YOU WILL GET BETTER AND BETTER IN YOUR SERVING!!!" And now his enormous voice was a non-stop outcry, and every time he shoved that member into my vagina that voice just got louder and stronger and stronger. But it no longer made sense to me because I was in such an orgasm that I didn't even have a mind any more, just a body where every muscle pulsed and squeezed with pleasure that did not stop. On and on it went, until it finally ended sometime that I don't even know. He collapsed on top of me, his member still inside of my vagina. I was unable to move because of all his weight on top of me, but I was so exhausted I fell asleep. |~|~|~|~| The A.A.I. By Maria2 Chapter 6 |~|~|~|~ When I awoke things were different. The man with the cracking voice was gone; there was no great weight on top of me; his member was no longer inside of my vagina. I was in a room, a dimly lit room, nearly dark. Looking around, I could barely see a candle, which I lit using a matchbook I found in my hand. AND THAT WAS DIFFERENT! I had done something with my own body now. Yes, it was a small thing, lighting a candle, but I had thought about it and had I used my own hands to do it! And then I looked down at myself. I was in a beautiful, all-white gown which sparkled like diamonds with every move I made. There was a mirror in the room - looking at it, I saw myself for the very first time. I was a stunningly beautiful woman - long black hair - dark as midnight, and two strands of that hair hung down my face in lovely curves. I was Japanese - no doubt about that - and ever so lovely. The white dress I was wearing was elegant, long, lovely, and draped over me so wonderfully. Diamond-like sparkles flashed from every inch of the dress with every move I made - reflections of the candle I had just lit. There were more candles in the room, and I found myself lighting them. It was like I had lost control of my body again, but in another way it was not. It just seemed natural to light the candles, and it almost felt as if I was in control myself. Each candle I lit was on a different table, and each of these tables had wonderful treats - chocolates, fruits, marzipan, beautiful parfaits, Turkish delights, and so many more things. They all looked wonderful and so very delicious. One table had Creme Brulee - about six different kinds, including blueberry and raspberry. I heard some noises from behind a door in the room. Then I heard myself speak, "I am getting ready - really, really ready. It won't be but a minute." I saw a mirror - in it I watched my body as it opened the top of this white sparkling dress. Moving the top parts aside, I saw a black corset top covering my own breasts. It was beautiful, made with black lace. The cups were full - overflowing full with bosom. Without any control by me my hands continued lowering the dress, and so much more was revealed. Underneath the dress was some kind of a full corset, black as midnight, or maybe a corset and a girdle, I didn't know, I was man. I had been a man. But my arms did not slow, and the dress dropped to the floor. I stood there, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Oriental, lovely black hair falling down to the tops of the corset cups over my bosoms - MY BREASTS - and I was looking at the sexiest female I had ever seen - no, sexier than I had ever seen, bar none. The corset stopped about three inches below my belly button, and under that I was wearing patterned black underwear - full, round, and sexy women's underwear - not a couple of little patchy triangles - this was enticing and looked fantastic. "Almost ready," I heard the words come out of my mouth. I put my bottom down on the bed I saw and twisted myself so I was straighter on that bed. Looking down at myself on that bed, I was so beautiful in that corset and panties. Then a man came in. It was not the same man from before - the man with the crackling voice. I had never seen this man before. He was undressed - completely naked. I could not tell if he was handsome. For all my life I could never tell if a man was handsome or not. There had been several times when I thought a man to be very ugly, and later I had heard women speak about how handsome he was. In any event, this man came in - handsome or not I do not know - and he looked at me, and said, "My god, you are so beautiful." "Thank you, Love," the words came out of my mouth. "We have some wonderful delights here in this room for you," my mouth said again - and as I said this, I put my knees together, put my hands down to my waist, fingers on my panties. I pulled them down, slowly - down a bit on the right side, down a bit on the left side, then again and again until they went past my ankle and off my feet. I tossed them aside. I spread my legs wide apart and said, "Think of me as Candy For A Man" I heard my mouth say, and my hands rubbed the outside part of my hips, then they slowly moved up and rubbed the beautiful cups covering my breasts. "Think of me as your candy dish," I said. I could not stop my mouth from saying these words. "Anything you see here, it is yours for the taking. Any fantasy you want, you only need to think it and it will be. Any dream or wish is now yours for the taking, right here and now." Then my arms lifted up to the cups on my corset and I pulled one cup down, slowly - ever so slowly - revealing that bosom. My hands slowly revealed the other. My bosoms were quite large. The nipples I saw down there were swollen, turgid. They were so bloated. Without even touching them I knew that they were filled with so much milk, so much pressure. My bosoms actually ached with pressure, so much milk was inside of them. I watched as my hands lifted two chocolate candies from a nearby table. My fingers squashed the two chocolate so they were almost flat then mashed them all around my two exposed nipples, rubbed them around as my body heat made each chocolate piece begin to melt. Melting chocolate smears got all over my nipples, all over my aureoles. "Do you like chocolate? Chocolate with milk?" the words came out of my mouth. Then I felt my hands move much lower, down between my legs - they began spreading my pussy lips apart, so that the man could see my vagina. My fingers, still covered with melted chocolate, spread me wide down there. I used my muscles down there so that my vagina was as open as I could make it, so that he could see the deep emptiness within my insides. "I am so empty down here," my voice said. Without even thinking about it, one of my hands reached out to a tray of fruit that was beside me. My hand picked up a slice of peach - it looked wonderful, so yellow and orange and, well - peachy. I took this peach slice and held it up for the man to see. I waved it around for a moment or two, then slowly, ever so slowly, moved the peach slice down between my legs and pushed it into my wide open vagina. "Chocolate goes good with peaches - chocolate goes good with everything," I said, slowly and sexily. And my hand reached out and took a chocolate piece. I moved it up to my lips and kissed it, then I slowly moved it down between my legs and said, "This is for you." I watched my hand which held that chocolate as it went down to my vagina - and I pushed it up inside myself there. "Come and get your candy," I said to the man, and held my arms out to him.