My Sexy Maid from Another Planet Part 1 of 3

My Sexy Maid from Another Planet
Part 1 of 3
 
It was a usual hot, sweaty dawn, typical of East Africa; even the early morning breeze hinted at early morning stillness, promising another sweltering day ahead of us. I sat at breakfast on the veranda in my shorts and white shirt, ready for another day's work, as I gazed with utter loathing across the breakfast table at my wife, Lydia. I could feel my hate for her welling up into my throat and spoiling my appetite. Yes, I must admit she was beautiful, and today, she seemed particularly so. She had just told me that today she was going to Mombasa for a few days shopping with Mandy and Dick, some close friends of ours. I could not care less; I was delighted to be free of her for a few days.
 
Our marriage was now an utter sham, and I could enjoy a few days alone relaxing with my Jammarree, our lovely African housemaid. Jammarree had appeared six weeks ago, just as our previous maid had disappeared for no apparent reason. It had all happened when my wife was away on one of her extended shopping trips, so I had no hesitation in hiring her, and within a few hours, she was, I was glad to say, in my bed fucking my brains out.
 
Jammarree was still a mystery; she was about 5 6" tall, slim with perfectly molded features, and spoke almost perfect English with no hint of a native accent. She had lovely aquiline features with perfect copper-colored skin. She moved almost effortlessly and seemed to materialize from nowhere just when you needed her. It was almost uncanny how she seemed to anticipate my every need, whatever it may be. She would meticulously avoid any questions about her personal life, and when I persisted in questioning her, she would smile enigmatically and move away.
 
The other mystery where Jammarree was concerned was that I did not doubt that since we had been making love, my cock seemed to have grown longer and thicker. There was no logical, medical reason for that to have happened. Its size and girth were now, at times, embarrassing and were creating a problem for me to hide those unexpected erections, which most men have from time to time and always seemed to happen in awkward circumstances and without warning. I also seemed to have developed an increased stamina, which I greatly appreciated and, with Jammarree, I needed and very much enjoyed.
 
I knew what I was talking about because I had initially qualified in medicine just before my parents' deaths. I practiced as a general practitioner in the UK for a few years. Still, after reading my parents' will and having inherited a small fortune, I decided to take up flying as a career. I founded my own flying school and plane hire facility here in Africa. I had a good team of managers, and it essentially ran itself.
 
For the past few weeks, my wife Lydia and I have been sleeping in our large home in different rooms, a reasonable distance apart. Our once-pleased marriage suddenly deteriorated so rapidly that I could not pinpoint what or when the deterioration had started. Suddenly, it was as though we hated seeing each other and could not stand to be in each other's company.
 
Every night now, after the house had settled down, I would find the beautiful Jammarree slipping into bed with me; sex with her had taken me to new heights of ecstasy, and each night, she always seemed to produce something new in her sexual repertoire. Before leaving for breakfast this morning, she informed me she was having my child. This was quite a shock, but as I had no children from my marriage with Lydia, and it seemed clear to me at this stage that our marriage was doomed to failure, I was not particularly upset.
 
The final breakdown occurred shortly before Jammarree appeared. Lydia had been spending more and more time away from me, and today, she would take a plane from my hire fleet and fly herself down to Mombasa to stay with one or another of our many European friends.
 
That day, at breakfast, we barely spoke. She had driven away to the airport for her tour to Mombasa without any goodbyes. I followed shortly afterward, just in time to see her plane take off. I checked that her flight plan had been lodged, and I took off in my own Cessna to Nairobi and another day's work.
 
It was that mid-morning when I got a call from our friend, Tina, asking when I would call in and see her. She told me that Roger had gone to Mombasa on business for a few days. Tina and Roger, her husband, had been close friends for some time, and he was a very successful businessman and a good pilot in his own right. I finished work at lunchtime and dropped by late that afternoon on my way from the airport to see how she was doing... As usual, she looked lovely as she greeted me, kissing me on the cheek, but I thought she looked a little tense. Casually, she asked after Lydia, and I gave a superficial answer.
 
"I came over to see if you were alright. You seemed a little distressed when we spoke earlier. Lydia is away, and  
 
I could do it with some female company. How are you anyway?"
 
"Fat, tired, and sore, but other than that, I'm OK."
 
"You're about ready to have the baby, right?"
 
"Yep, next month, and if he doesn't come out, I will have a fit."
 
"How do you know it's going to be a boy?"
 
"Oh, I don't know."
 
"Maybe it'll be a she, and she'll be as beautiful as her mother," I murmured.
 
She blushed coyly and took a playful swipe at me. She took my hand and led me into the lounge, where she had some cold drinks waiting for us.
 
"Well, right now, I don't feel so pretty. I feel fat, and my sides hurt. It hurts when I sit or lay down, and it hurts for me to walk."
 
I decided that perhaps I could help a little and stood behind her.
 
"Here, this will help."
 
"What are you doing?"
 
"I'm going to massage your sides. They hurt because you aren't quite used to carrying all that weight, making your muscles sore. This will make them feel a little better."
 
"Oh God! Tony, that does feel good. Where did you learn that?"
 
"Oh, it was all part of my medical training long ago?" I said with a laugh
 
"Yes, and you are a good doctor. I cannot understand why you packed it in."
 
"Oh, I got bored, and when I got all that money left by my parents, I took on flying as a living, but I still keep up to date with medicine; you never know, I may want to return to it. someday"
 
"Is there any hope for you and Lydia?" She asked.
 
"No, I think not - we have grown apart too much. I think we are finished." I said, massaging her sides.
 
She fell silent to enjoy the massage, and I stood behind her with my hands rubbing her sides.
 
"Why did you never come on to me? I was crazy about you—I am still coming to that, " she said shyly.
 
"I was married, remember."
 
"Didn't you fool around? I thought all men fooled around on their wives."
 
"I didn't until recently, but now I think my marriage is finished. I am not quite so fussy?"
 
"She showed me an envelope. Your Lydia has fucked off with my Roger. They are flying home to England today, but Roger has said he will support me and the baby. But now she has gone, I would like to think that your place will be here with me."
 
"Why did you not tell me before?"
 
"I thought you knew and were just saying nothing."
 
"No, this is the first I have heard about it. I said as I tried to fathom out the consequences.
 
Just then, my mobile rang. It was Jammarree."
 
"What time are you coming home tonight, Tony? "She asked. And without pausing, she added.
 
"Mistress has gone; she has taken most of her clothes with her."
 
"I will be with you soon," I told her.
 
I turned to Tina. "Look, honey, it's too soon to do anything until we get more facts. I will keep in touch and see if  
you are OK."
 
When I arrived home, Jammarree greeted me at the door with a big smile.
 
"Missus left you a note, and the airport just rang you."
 
She handed me an envelope, and Lydia told me that she and Roger were returning to England and wanted a divorce as soon as possible. Jammarree was waiting for me with a whisky for the first time.
 
"I have moved my clothes into our bedroom, Tony, "she said.
 
I looked at her in amazement. "You are my man now, and tomorrow we will get a new housemaid."
 
She walked to the kitchen before I could comment, and then I thought, well, why not?
 
The telephone call to the airport left me in further shock. Air traffic control had reported that my wife's plane had blown up in mid-air as they were crossing the coast and that there were no survivors. They were very sympathetic, but I initially felt a sense of relief and a pang of remorse.  
 
This was the woman I once loved, and there were some good memories I could not or would not ever forget.
 
I then had to ring Tina; her reaction surprised me a little.
 
"Well, perhaps it is all for the good now, darling. We have no messy divorce, and you can move in here anytime you want."
 
I was a bit taken aback. "No, Tina—we have to let a little time pass. I loved Lydia once, and I cannot forget the good times we shared."
 
Three Days later
 
I had been swamped by messages of condolence from what seemed to be half the population—not only friends but business acquaintances as well—and it had been tough for me to concentrate on work of any sort. My assistant was a young African business graduate named Angie. She was a tower of strength and had intercepted many of the calls and messages.
 
There was nobody to have a funeral over, which left me with a strange, empty feeling. Observers reported that the plane had just exploded in mid-air, and there were very few recognizable pieces that could be salvaged.
 
I looked out of the office window, my mind in a whirl as, for the twentieth time, I went through the impending changes in my life. Jammarree had also been very supportive, but I knew she had never liked my wife; she had done her best to help me forget. But even she had disappeared suddenly yesterday, leaving me a brief note.
 
"Urgent business, darling. See you soon. Keep away from the maid."
 
I was staring at the street below but not really seeing anything, just staring into space, and then I became aware of a young, gorgeous black girl. I assumed she was a whore smiling up at me. I had never seen her before, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. She had on a bright red dress that came to about three inches above her knees, and the top was so low it was almost at the level of her nipples on her very ample breasts.
 
She was looking up at me and smiling; she was constantly chewing on a piece of gum, but as I watched, she deliberately put her hand down and lifted her short skirt, and I could see she was not wearing any panties. She held the skirt up for about 30 seconds, and I could see that she had a shaven vagina. It was a clear invitation, and I felt my erection rising, and suddenly, I found myself walking out of the office. I told Angie that I would be back in about an hour.
 
I ran down the stairs, and to my dismay, she was gone when I arrived. Then, I looked up the street just in time to see her wave to me and disappear around the corner into a side street. I walked quickly up to the corner and looked down the street, and there she was outside a bar waiting for me. Once she was sure I had seen her, she turned and entered the bar. I reached the bar a few seconds later, and she sat on a bar stool with two drinks, a beer for me and some cocktail for herself.
 
A black barman smiled briefly at me and left the bar by the front door, shutting it and locking it behind him.
 
"Hi, Tony," she said. I am Felicity; as she tucked her arm in mine and cuddled up close to me, Jammarree sent me to keep you company - I'm her cousin, and she says that you are a number one stud and will not last the day without getting rid of some of your juices, so honey I'm just waiting here to pleasure you."
 
I knew it was the right thing to do, and I took her in my arms. She reached up and pulled my head down, kissing me with those luscious, large lipstick-covered African lips. Her free hand felt for my cock, and she smiled happily as she felt the bulge.
 
"Jammarree was sure right honey, she sure knows her men. I reckon that their porky of yours is going to shoot in your pants unless I get to work damn quick."
 
Without waiting any longer, she took my hand, and we entered the back room with a large bed. Locking the door behind us, she whispered.
 
"Tony, I have all day and all night to attend to your needs. We don't have to hurry. "
 
While talking, she said, "I know all about you. Jammarree says she had you retooled; she has done an excellent job, as this is the biggest porky I have ever seen on any buck. "
 
She reached up and kissed me, and somehow, her lips, sticky with lipstick and her exploring tongue, drove me wild with passion. She stepped back, and her dress was lying on the floor, and she stood naked in front of me.
 
Now I could see her correctly. She wasn't tall, nor was she short. She had natural curves that put any other woman except Jammarree, whom I have known, to shame. She had long, thick, straight hair that hung down to the middle of her back and a pair of fantastic lips. Her tiny bust was in complete proportion to her thin waist and slim legs, and her buttocks were world-class.
 
She snuggled up to me and mashed her now naked tits into my chest. She looked up at me coyly and spoke.
 
"Well, Tony, do you like what you have seen so far?"
 
We embraced passionately, our tongues darting back and forth between our mouths. We eventually broke up, and  
 
I could see that she seemed utterly mesmerized by the size of my cock. She was noticeably staring at it while licking her lips, seemingly unconsciously. Then she wrapped her tiny hand about halfway around it in the middle of my length, kneeling she opened her mouth wide and took it into her mouth and just about managed, with some help from me, to take my massive cock into her throat.
 
Her tongue was roving all over my shaft, and she was swallowing, which made her throat act like a pussy and milk my cock as she bobbed her head up and down the length of my giant cock. After about five minutes and despite all my recently acquired self-control, I could no longer control myself, and I came into her talented mouth. After I stopped Cumming, she licked my cock clean.
 
I never lost my full erection, and I decided that it was time to go the whole way. She got down on the bed on her hands and knees, and I mounted her from behind. I gently worked my cock into her love tunnel. From her murmurs and moans, she was being stretched much more than she had ever been pulled in her life. To that end, she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as my cock slid into her.
 
But it was just at that very instant when my cock had gone as far as it could that she went over the edge with the most intense, most extended, and most violent orgasm that I had ever experienced from any woman before.  
 
She bellowed out her pleasure, and her entire body froze for a moment as the orgasm washed over her. Then her whole body seemed to shake, and for a moment, I wondered whether she was having a fit while her pussy spasmed violently and tried to drain my cock of all my sperm.
 
Without any prodding from me, she began fucking herself on the end of my cock as fast and as hard as she could in the throes of her orgasm. While she began fucking me, I grabbed onto a tit with each of my hands and just held on for dear life. Felicity, for the next two minutes, was a woman possessed as she rapidly fucked herself on my long, thick cock. It was apparent that she was getting extreme pleasure from our lovemaking, as, of course, was I. After she slowed down, signifying that her orgasm had died down, I took over control of our movements, forcing her to time her thrusts with mine.
 
By now, I was pushing my long, thick cock fully into her cunt, my prick head continually bottoming out inside of her. While previously I had just latched onto her breasts, I was now grasping her engorged nipples tightly, pinching, pulling, and twisting them viciously. I had only shot off into her once, at the very end of our marathon fuck session. When I did finally blow, she had another intense orgasm and then seemed to pass out from the sheer intensity of it.
 
When she came to, I was lying on the bed next to her, still trying to catch my breath. She looked down at my still fully erect cock, now covered with both of our sex juices, and she said, straight from her heart" "Thank you,  
Tony!"
 
She turned and put her arms across me. "Look, honey. Tomorrow, we will meet Jammarree. Now, you go and make sure that your Angie can run your business for a few weeks without you, and then come straight back to me."
 
I wondered briefly how she knew my PA was called Angie and how she seemed to know so much about me. But somehow, I did not care if I was to be together with my beloved Jammarree.
 
After an hour with Angie sorting out the business, I met Felicity as arranged, but this was a different Felicity. No longer was she the brazen African whore of earlier in the day. She spoke now like a well-educated woman; she was decisive about everything she did. Her dress sense had changed entirely from being sluttish to wearing a light grey ladies' business suit, and her makeup was applied sensibly and not overdone.
 
It was a long, pleasurable night for both of us, and it was about 10.00 am the following day when we took off from Nairobi airport. I had filed my flight plan under Felicity's instructions for Mombasa, indicating that I would land on a private airstrip, so I had headed in that direction. We had been airborne for about twenty minutes when Felicity told me to go on automatic pilot and leave the controls. I took some convincing, and very gingerly, I let go, convinced that I would have to retake control quickly, and then, to my amazement, I realized the plane was flying itself. Reluctantly, I joined Felicity in the cabin.
 
After a further ten minutes, I saw a valley opening up below me. It was something I had never seen before and, as far as I knew, was not on any charts I had ever seen. Then, to my amazement, the plane, without anyone at the controls, began to ease down to an airstrip that seemed to have just appeared.
 
The plane landed quietly and efficiently without my help and taxied to a halt in front of what appeared to be a hanger. We disembarked, and then, as I watched the Cessna tax forward into the hanger, the doors shut quietly, and I turned to look in amazement at Felicity. When I looked back, the hanger and the runway had disappeared.
 
"Welcome to Tyros Earth Station, Tony," Felicity said, smiling at me. Your Princess will be with us shortly. I wondered what was happening to me, and little tremors of expectation went through my body. I could not believe that Jammarree would either wish to hurt me or come to that Felicity.
 
The sun was shining brightly, yet the temperature was not excessively hot. There was a cool breeze, and it was pleasant. I became aware of a slight humming, and within seconds, a small spacecraft had landed just a few feet away. A door appeared in the side, and a sort of ramp appeared. Then I saw Jammarree appear. She walked towards me with her arms outstretched. She hugged and kissed me like we had not seen each other for months.
 
Her belly seemed more swollen than when I last saw her. "Tony, dear, welcome to Tyros Earth.  
 
"Tyros Earth Station?" I asked, feeling a little surprised.
 
"Yes, darling, and we have colonized this beautiful valley as our earthly home. Come, darling, and I will take you to the home we have made for ourselves here on Earth." As she spoke, she led me up the steps of the shuttlecraft and led me to a seat next to her own. Felicity sat in the front next to another glamorous black girl who was the craft's pilot.
 
The flight took about half an hour, and then the craft landed in what appeared to be a lovely green park. Deer were grazing on the luscious grass, rabbits and other furry animals were running around, and they took no notice of us. A fast-running stream came off the cliff face, and several animals drank the cool water at the pool.
 
Jammarree held my hand as we walked towards the surrounding cliff. Suddenly, the cliff face seemed to open, and a large doorway appeared. We entered a large, well-lit cavern, and it was refreshing to escape the hot African sun and join the cool of the cliff.
 
We were greeted by twelve young, smiling black ladies, all of whom seemed to be in their late teens and early twenties. They were dressed very simply in highly colored sarongs. They clapped and sang a song of welcome.  
 
One of the girls came forward with a long, cooling, refreshing drink for each of us.
 
Princess Jammarree held up her hand in silence. "Ladies, I bring you Dr. Tony Nash, the father of my child. He knows nothing about our mission, but I welcome him to our Earth Station. I am sure Tony will help us fulfill our mission, but now I must explain everything to him."
 
I admit, by now, I was a little confused, but the atmosphere was friendly, and Jammarree was the boss, so I was feeling very relaxed.
 
Princess Jammarree took me to her quarters, a comfortably furnished room cut into the face of the rock. A meal and some drinks were brought in. I had previously noticed that Jammaree's pregnancy was showing, and I asked her about it. "Yes, Tony, the first night together did the trick, but I hid it when your wife was still with you for obvious reasons. But now I have a lot to explain to you."
 
"We are from the planet Tyros, a sister planet of Zircon. Both planets are very similar, and both are faced with destruction shortly from a comet that will strike us and move us into an orbit nearer the sun. Soon, the heat from the sun will kill all living objects on both planets, so we will have to find ourselves in a new home. Tyros is a planet inhabited mainly by black people. For a time, we had an evil ruler who was eventually overthrown, and my mother took the throne."
 
"How long have you got?" I interrupted.
 
"Our best estimate is about twenty years, but we must move our people well before that time arrives, as living conditions will become quite unbearable long before the end. In addition, we have another problem: the planet Zircon wanted to adopt certain racial purity principles, which excluded mentally handicapped, deformed, or people of color. One of our previous rulers stupidly adopted the same principles of racial purity.  
 
Scientists on Zircon developed a product, a type of vaccine that, when injected, aborted any fetus that appeared to be deformed; unfortunately, it was not adequately tested, and over the past two centuries, the effects have spread through the whole female population on both planets with the result that now every woman who is pregnant with a male child, automatically finds that it is aborted at about twelve weeks."
 
"Surely you have researched to rectify the situation," I asked.
 
"Yes, but unfortunately, we have been unable to find a remedy, so we are on a double course for extinction.  
 
Additionally, we have been at war with Zircon for the past twenty years, as their Queen, as a form of reprisal, authorized the army to start raiding Tyros to capture any breeding males they could find. Of course, we had to defend ourselves. "
 
"My mother has been trying to make peace with Zircon so that we can work together to solve the problem, but too much blood has been shed, and sensible negotiations are almost impossible."
 
 
To be continued