Dreaming of Jizzy by Y. Falstaff

and her crotch was almost touching his. With two of her hands on the door behind him on either side of his head, another one of her hands held a fist-full of his hair and shook him around like a doll. The final gloved hand then held that strange futuristic-looking pistol to his cheek, shoving it into his face for effect.
     
    “Where... is... the cap?!” the woman demanded once again in her heavy accent.
     
    “What? What are you talking about?” Rick stuttered and tried to stall.
     
    “The cap to the djinn bottle! Where is it?!” she barked back, shaking his head violently by his hair and slamming it up against the door behind him.
     
    “Ouch! Wait! Wait! Hold on! Hold on! I'll give you the cap, but who are you? Where's Jizzy?” he rambled on, staring blindly into the lights over her face.
     
    “No questions! Give me the cap or die, human!” the sexy alien demanded and shoved her pistol harder into his cheek.
     
    Feeling himself clearly in a life-or-death situation, Rick's mind grasped for anything that might help him out, and staring at her bulging tits only half-covered by her skintight pearl suit, his mind went to one thing.
     
    Snap!
     
    It was a desperate play, but he knew that he was all out of options at this point. The fierce little alien was clearly far superior with her fists than he was, and she literally had a gun to his head. The only card that could possibly, maybe, get him out of this scenario was the little wish Jizzy had provided him with as he walked out of the door that morning.
     
    After he put his two fingers together and snapped his fingers, Rick paused and tried to look up into her face to gauge her reaction, but the two piercing lights on either side of her head still blinded him. As he felt the barrel of the strange pistol still jammed into the side of his cheek, there was an uneasy few seconds then that seem to draw out into hours for him, and he swallowed hard and hoped his desperate gamble had worked. Then, after a moment where he held his breath, the pretty alien suddenly pulled the pistol back and then dropped it onto the carpeted floor.
     
    “What...? What...? What have I done?” she breathed, her voice suddenly emotional and uncertain.
     
    The next second and just as Rick opened his mouth to speak, the alien pounced on him, her lips locked with his, and he felt her long, slender tongue flashing and darting against the inside of his mouth and teeth. As she kissed him passionately, she desperately moaned as if her appetite for him was more than she could physically cope with, and her four hands all went into action in a flash. While one of her hands ran through his hair, two others scrambled to unbutton his dress shirt, and the final hand reached down and rubbed his crotch up and down, coaxing his limp penis to life.
     
    “Wait... Who are...?” Rick tried to ask between wet kisses, but the alien hardly let him breathe before her lips were locked back onto his.
     
    “Let me make it up to you! Let Asha love you!” she moaned between sloppy kisses.
     
    Then, suddenly pausing in her frenzy, the alien vixen leaned back, grabbed either side of the front of her suit, and she violently yanked it open, fully exposing the two round beauties on her chest.
     
    “Lick and suck on my breasts!” she breathed, taking his face with two hands and pulling his head between her two plump tits.
     
    With his face now sandwiched between her soft breasts, Rick could literally feel her heart pounding in her chest, and though she was petite, she was burning up and shaking, like a volcano about to erupt.
     
    “Lick my soft breasts! Love them!” she exhaled passionately, moving his face all around her breasts with her two hands.
     
    Feeling Asha's hot flesh against his face and her soft breasts against his skin, Rick just went all out then. What the hell, right? She was a sexy little tart for sure, even if she was an alien with four arms, and though he had planned a nice evening with