Sexcapades
Chapter 22 Kiana's breeding (2)

"Alright then," He looked back and motioned to his two partners who disappeared down the steps, "My associates will start moving up your things while you show me where you'll have them."

Kiana stared at the man blankly for a moment before starting, "Uh, Sure! Yes, thank you! I, well, let me show you around then!" She quickly turned back around, trying to hide her warming face.

"Oh my God! They are sooo hot!"

Kiana gave the foreman a tour of her apartment, glancing back at him constantly. She pointed to one corner of the living room and the other, her eyes scanning over his muscled arms and strong chest whenever he pointed in turn. They were no doubt developed from his job lifting furniture all day, she thought. Then she led him through the kitchen and into the bedroom, ushering him in before her so she could check him out from behind. She rubbed her thighs together when she saw his ass and legs, his body so taut and developed that she could see it through his pale shirt and blue jeans. When he turned to the side to look over the room, her eyes immediately fell down to his crotch, which bulged even then with his manhood.

"Pretty big, isn't it?" He said.

Kiana jumped, her face red. "W-what?"

"No problem - we can fit your bed in here just fine," He continued looking around the room as Kiana let out a little puff of air that had gotten caught in her chest. "I've got to get myself a boyfriend with a c*ck like that... God, I'm too horny right now for my own good..." Kiana reflected, trying to keep her eyes off the foreman's package. She kept glancing back despite her best efforts.

There was a shuffling in the living room. Kiana looked around and saw the other two moving men, quite buff and toned almost as much as the foreman, carrying her large couch in as easily as if it were an empty cardboard box.

"Where'll we put it?" One of them asked.

"Mmm, the places you men could put it..." Snapping out of her lusty daydreams, Kiana managed to point, "Um, right there is good for now."

The two men put the couch down and went back downstairs while the foreman stayed with Kiana. Her knees were feeling weak just by standing next to the man. She could feel his heat even from a foot away.

"This is a pretty nice apartment you've got," he said, "Excited about moving in?"

"Oh yeah - yeah, I'm pretty excited," Kiana replied.

"We're usually having to move refrigerators and cabinets and cat trees for little old ladies that smell like mothballs, so this'll be a nice change of pace for once."

Kiana laughed, "Mothballs?"

He smiled, "Yeah - could hear 'em rattling around in everything we were moving. Couldn't get the smell out of my clothes for days."

"Haha, well I don't think you'll have to worry about picking up a bad smell here - no mothballs or cats for me!"

"I'll take your word for it. Seems to smell rather nice in here, actually," he flashed Tara a sidelong glance. She felt herself blush even harder.

"So, uh, what's your name?" Kiana suddenly found the need to brush her hair back and study the hardwood floor.

"Name's James, Miss Madeira," he said.

"Ah, then you can call me Kiana, James," she extended her hand politely.

"Well then Kiana, it is a pleasure to meet you," he reached forward and took hold of her hand. Kiana watched her dainty hand disappear in his firm, electric grasp. They shook, he barely moving yet Kiana felt his strength all through her arm. She thought her knees might buckle.

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She was relieved to hear the two other moving men enter the living room again. "James," said one of them with a box under each arm, "in the time you've spent talking up the pretty lady you could've emptied out half the truck!"

"Yeah," the other grunted as he set down a large box, "bet she's tired of you trying to oogle the goods instead of helping us move 'em!"

Kiana really blushed then, but James just laughed, "Alright, alright, I'll help you pansies out," he turned back towards Kiana and hiked his thumb over his shoulder, "See what I get to work with? They still won't forgive me about those mothballs." Kiana smiled, and James turned around and disappeared out the door.

Kiana felt much better about being interrupted then - this show was better than photos for sure! Kiana leaned in the bedroom doorframe with her arms crossed under her breasts, watching the men work. Steadily, the bare apartment filled with her things - lamps, chairs, rolled up carpets, and countless cardboard boxes.

The two other men trudged into the room with her heavy computer desk between them as James brought up two large boxes perched on either shoulder. Kiana noticed the other men were more heavily built than James - they were stockier, their legs and arms knotted with muscles, while James's build was more lengthy and toned. Kiana couldn't keep her eyes off them, and her thoughts drifted to how they would look without their grey work shirts covering their sweat-slick chests...

Kiana was snapped out of her reverie as James approached. The other men thumped her refrigerator down behind the kitchen counter, and the rest of the room was filled with her things already.

"So," James said, "That seems to be just about everything, Miss Kiana Madeira. Just the bed left to move in, but that shouldn't be a problem" His confident voice made Kiana melt. It was the kind of voice that Kiana imagined whispering in her ear on her many boyfriendless nights...

"Really? I thought I had more things..." "Damn it, I wish I had more!" Kiana entertained the idea of taking a hasty trip to the furniture store - she was sure they were on the brink of taking off their shirts for real.

"Nope, though I wouldn't mind if you did have more," He stretched his arms out and rolled his head, "It's not every day we get to work for such a lovely lady as yourself."

"Hehe, thank you. I try to be pretty, ya know?" She felt giddy around James - he'd be populating her fantasies for nights to come, she was sure.

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"Boyfriend? Ha! Haven't had one of those for awhile," Kiana said, with just a hint of bitterness. Sex was so hard to come by since her last boyfriend, and her fantasies could only go so far to satisfy her. "Maybe you can ask your girlfriend to replace me one, hmm?"

James laughed, "No girlfriends for me. I like to keep things pretty simple, and not just any girl will do. But you should be having tons of guys falling over themselves trying to get to you!"

Kiana shook her head, "Mm-mm. Maybe none of them are brave enough to just come and get me."

"Oh, don't be too sure," James said, "I'm sure someone is going to catch you fairly soon, Kiana."

Kiana smiled - she was hoping he would ask for her number, but she heard the thumping steps in the hallway again.

"Looks like they've got your bed. I should probably go help them - they'll get cranky if I don't." Kiana opened her mouth but James dashed out the door before she could say anything. "Damn," she huffed, smoothing out her skirt for the second time that night.

The three men entered Kiana's apartment carrying her great bed between them and trudged into Kiana's bedroom. She followed after, eager to see the burly men working for her again. They grunted and strained, muscles tensing and rippling, all for little Kiana's benefit... The thought made her rub her legs together - she stepped behind her large bed sheet box as she felt herself getting hot again.

They positioned the bed with a loud thump. Somehow they were able to bring the large bed all up in one piece, a feat which further impressed Kiana. All three men left the room again, James giving her a final sidelong glance as he walked out the door. She looked on, not wanting them to be leaving so soon, and pulled her black sheets from the box.

"God..." She breathed, reveling in how those men hoisted her huge bed into her apartment, along with all her other things. Soon her dark sheets were lain out over the bed, as well as her pillows - A soft black island in a pale white room. Tara heard front door close firmly and heavy familiar footsteps thumped through into her living room. They were discussing something in their low voices, James's more boyish-tone distinct from the deeper tones of his associates. "Oh, they'll be put to better use than moving my stuff soon enough", she thought, rubbing her legs together, "if only just for me and my little toy..."

She sat at the foot of her bed and her mind wandered. Her mind flashed with short visions of hot and heavy sex, of strong men forcing her against her soft sheets, pressing her face into the pillows as they took their turns fucking her long and hard. Big strong men, like the ones in her living room right then... The movers were surely not helping her get over her horniness, and Kiana felt like if she didn't get some relief soon she might very well make her fantasies a reality. Her hand crept up her inner thigh, wishing somehow she would get more than just fantasies tonight...