Bonus: Tera’s Book Tour Pt. 02

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Tera’s body was basically everywhere but home at the moment. She felt confident that her caretaker and co-conspirator Alicia was taking care of her. But…

“Ugh… Helen I’m so cold!” Tera was miserable. Even though Helen had bundled her wife’s dickneck in blankets… soaked her in a jug of warm water… pointed a hair drier at her… Nothing was working.

That evening Alicia called to check in, and apparently they had checked Tera’s limbless remnant of a body and stowed it in the belly of the plane. By the time that the bag came around on the carousel to Alicia’s hand, Helen was cradling Tera’s head in a warm bath.

The phone rang and Helen quickly dried her hands. “Hello Alicia?!”

“Yes we’re here! I have Tera, and we’re traveling to the suite. They wouldn’t let me take her as a carry on.”

“But I bought two tickets!!”

“I’m sorry. Look, I know what you two mean to each other, but the rest of the world… they don’t get it. Oh, the cab is here. I’ll make sure she gets a warm bath at the hotel! Text you soon!”

“OK thank you! Make,”-click-“sure you put in… the… salts.” Helen was sure she’d remember. Over time she had kind of figured out that her wife needed minor mineral supplements to survive. It wasn’t much, so every couple of days she’d toss Tera’s body in the tub with some Epsom salts and let it soak for a while.

Tera was feeling better and Helen was starving. She asked if there was anything Tera needed and the request was, “Yeah… I kinda need to cum.”

“OK well we can do it now, but you won’t really be happy till Alicia helps, honey.”

Tera blew a strand of red hair out of her face. “I knoooowww- This book tour thing SUCKS!”

Helen was pouring butter over a chicken breast. “I’m sorry, sweets. I mean denizli escort we both agreed to it! And who knows! Maybe someone else like you is out there too. This can only be a good thing! You know… visibility and stuff!”

“I guessssss.” Tera shuffled her dickneck in the stirrup. “Why don’t people let me on the plane? The baggage hold, really?”

Helen walked back to the living room and sat next to Terra. “They don’t see what I see.”

“What?”

“My beautiful, smart, funny wife. That’s what they’ll see tomorrow.” Helen ran her fingers through her wife’s hair. “You know… Aside from your body, you are creative and talented! I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, Tera.”

Tera blushed, “Well.. thanks. I guess… I think the world just sees me a head with a dick attached to an object. It’s my body though; everyone sees it as an object. They treat it like a plaything. It’s weird.” Tera made a face. “OK,” grunt, “they’re moving me.”

Helen watched as Tera’s face acted out every bump and jostle it took to get to the hotel. The phone rang. “Hey it’s me! I just got in and I’m filling the tub now!”

“Thanks,” replied Helen. “Sweetie, anything?” She switched to speaker phone.

Tera nodded enthusiastically. “Alicia, it’s me! I hope you had a good flight!”

Alicia’s voice replied, “Damn TSA thought you were a sex toy and wouldn’t let you on! Sorry about that!”

“Yeah.. it was a rough flight for me, but I’m glad you’re there. Helen has been keeping me warm the whole time. Thanks, Alicia!”

“Hey. Seriously. You guys are the sweetest couple I’ve ever seen; and I get to see the city!”

“Dammit Alicia, you make me cry all the time!” Tera was touched, and Helen siphoned a tear denizli escort bayan from her eyelid.. Then hers.

“OK well we just got here, I’ll get you in the tub soon, promise! Bye!”

*CLICK*

—

Makeup, lighting, cameras… Helen had enough and retired to her room. She looked in the full-length mirror. The makeup folks had done a fantastic job. Her large breasts were fighting the buttons of her blazer. There was a bulge in her skirt, as much as she’d packed it… The dumb ding-dong in her panties was going to do what it wanted.

Tera looked radiant. In her perch, her hair had been done up into a bow, and a lock was left trailing in a graceful spiral in front of her chin. Helen found it highly erotic the way it framed Tera’s dickneck. Helen was getting hard.

This wasn’t her day though. “Tera… you look gorgeous.” Helen picked up her wife’s head and kissed her. She felt the dick twitch and instinctively grabbed a jar off the counter.

Tera ejaculated into it and after a moment, said, “OK I’m ready.”

—

“Pleased to be here. Pleased to be here. Pleased to be you-here-SHIT.”

“Hel, you don’t have to say anything. I know you’re nervous.”

Helen was sweating. “Should I just be silent? Th-This is the morning show!”

Tera smiled up at her, “Who cares? It’s you and me, right?”

“R-Right.” Helen was all nerves; their home was littered with camera and sound equipment.

“Light check! Sound?” There is furious activity in their living room. The bustling stops. A producer crouches and puts his finger up. Then Five, Four, Three, slow point to camera 1.

From the studio, Grant says, “Good morning. With a new book out, joining us via satellite is escort denizli Tera Smith, a living, breathing Sex Toy!”

Camera cuts to Tera’s face. “Hi Grant!”

“Hi Tera! Good morning, are you well?”

“I am doing great! Thank you for having me!

“And it looks like you are joined by your owner?”

“My wife actually, and-“

“Miss Smith, you-“

Helen doesn’t need a rehearsal, “MRS… We are married.”

The news anchor was not prepared. But he looked back to his notes. That’s-that’s admirable! Well we have a thing we’re trying here in the studio.” He walks to the left. Tera’s body is sitting on a table; she’s relieved to finally see it. “So Tera, you mean to tell us that this is your body?”

“Yes, Grant!” Tera smiles brilliantly. “I feel everything you do to it!”

The host takes his pen and inserts it. “So you feel this?”

Tera nods.

“What about this?” He grabs a Sharpie and inserts that, too.

Tera moans. “Grant… my wife.. is bigger than that.” Helen blushes and looks out the window. She totally got hard just now.

“I can see!” Grant, the TV host is handed a cucumber. He shoves it in.

Tera moans. “Th-That’s nothing.” She pants and smiles. “Watch this…” Tera grits her teeth and -FLUP- the cucumber and pens are airborne.

“Wow, that’s fantastic! Tera’s book, “Toying With Fate” is on bookshelves tomorrow!” Before the shot cuts back to the studio, the cucumber lands on Grant’s head.

In the studio someone says, “Thanks Grant. And now the weather.”

—

“That’s it?!” Helen was frustrated. A producer was trying to calm her down. “No! You drag us on to national TV and make my wife shoot a cucumber out her twonk?!” Yeah.. she made up a word.

“Sorry Mrs. Smith, we just set up and strike,” the crew member seemed apologetic. “Tera, pleasure meeting you.” As the TV crew left their home, they shook Helen’s hand and Tera’s dickneck.

“Honey?” Tera looked up at her wife’s face. “That was so fucking hot.”

Helen smirked. “We’ll get you off. Love ya.” She kissed Tera on the forehead and closed the door.

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