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  I spotted a figure crouching half hidden behind a vertical pipe about twenty meters
below me.  It looked like a man to me, and I was sure he hadn’t spotted me yet.  Quietly
and carefully I crept around the scaffolding which separated us, balancing on my toes
until I was in a position to swing down almost on top of him and giving him a fright as I
landed alongside him.  He was off like a shot down the bars to his right swinging arm over
arm away from me in a very creditable manner after my sudden arrival, but he wasn’t going
to get away from me that easily.  I followed him down, almost catching up with him once or
twice before he made a great leap across a gap and doubling back under me.  I landed on
his back and we crashed down together onto a conveniently located platform covered in a
green rubbery material of a type found all over the maze but never more welcome.
  “Gotcha,” I said.
  “OK, you got me,” he replied panting. “I suppose you have something in mind?”
  “You bet.”
  We untangled our limbs and took stock of each other. He was a typical Zaren native with
his yellowish skin, now shiny with perspiration.
  “I’m Sanoon,” I told him as I allowed him to take a good hard look at my naked body. 
Judging by the reaction of his prick, he liked what he saw.
  “My gamename is Prang,” he replied. “I’ve seen you around in the shower block. You’re
Human aren’t you?”
  “That’s right,” I said spreading myself down on the matting and giving him the mother
of all views. “So you don’t have to worry about me biting you.”
  “Nice,” he commented before commencing to give me a good kissing all over.  I returned
the compliment, oblivious to any of the billions of eager viewers who might have been
tuning in to our performance.
  I love having my tits sucked and caressed, and Prang nearly drove me wild chewing on my
teats until they were like hot concrete blocks pressing down into the softer flesh beneath
them.  Then he was astride me, his hyperactive tongue diving deep into my crotch and
rubbing itself up and down the length of my vulva while searching out my eager clitoris
which begged for its share of attention. Meanwhile I was playing with his dangling
genitals which were bobbing up and down close enough above my face to lick.  I couldn’t
stop the first orgasm which seemed to have a life of its own, forcing a spray of freshly
made juices out of the little overworked glands in my crotch as I twitched beneath Prang’s
lithe athletic body.  The maze was no place for the heavyset and Prang was pretty typical
of the lithe locals who chose to take part in the show.  He was slim but strong as iron
and as supple as a length of rubber pipe.  I could feel the flow of hard muscles under his
yellow tinted exterior as my fingers explored everywhere within reach.
  Almost reluctantly, he slipped to one side of me and turned ready to enter me, but I
was quick enough to get my mouth to his long fully erect cock and give it a jolly good
licking while he caressed the back of my sweaty neck, no doubt trying all sorts of mental
distractions to stop him coming prematurely.
  We faced each other on our knees and took a few deep breaths.  My breasts felt big and
heavy and flushed with blood and I moaned when he leant forward to hold both swollen
globes in his strong hands, both his thumbs rubbing my nipples in time with some alien
beat and I almost had the second orgasm of the day on the strength of it.
  “You’re supposed to fuck me, not pleasure me half to death,” I panted.
  “All part of the service,” he replied with a lop-sided grin.