A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Lydia offered her friend a parting kiss directly on her lips before rising up beside Algra. She leaned over, making sure to squeeze her massive tits between her upper arms and giving him a spectacular view. Then she reached out to grasp the cloth from Gregory’s hand and offered him a mysterious little smile before sliding off the bed. It wasn’t long before she returned with a freshly cleaned cloth that had been soaped up, and fell to her knees before him to concentrate on cleaning up his cock.

“Any particular secret fantasies you happen to be sitting on, Lydia?” he asked. “I’m apparently all about sexual exploration today.”

She flashed a bright smile up at him, but then shook her head.

“I’m afraid I’m an old fashioned kind of girl, master. I like flowers, kisses and loving attention.”

“Right then! I’ll just go off to pick some flowers for-” He began to turn around to walk to the entrance of the tent.

“Don’t you dare!” The four women shouted out at once, Janette lifting her head up from Fiona’s belly just in time for the feline female to urgently sit upright. He actually felt Lydia’s breath wash across his cock when she yelled for him to halt.

“Oh, ok then.” He smirked at them before sticking his tongue out, not having been entirely serious about going to pick flowers whilst bare-ass naked. “I guess Lydia will just have to settle for kisses and loving attention for the time being then?”

“And she’ll be very happy to receive it.” Lydia stood up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He loved the feeling of those huge tits cushioning against his chest as their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss filled with all the loving attention she could want. When they finished, she turned and very deliberately bent over in front of him to show off her curvy behind whilst she rung out the cloth and dipped it in the water. After giving him quite the eyeful, she turned back to face him, squeezing the cloth to let water pour out across his cock and wash away the soap. She then lifted the damp material up to wash the sweat away from his brow before once again lowering it to actually wipe up around his crotch.

“Thank you, Lydia. That felt great,” he said once she’d finished cleaning him up.

“I’m not quite done yet, master.”

“You know you can call me Gregory if you like. Or Greg. Or ‘Hey, you!’. I get that last one a lot.”

She flashed him warm smile at that and nodded. Setting her cloth down, she picked up one of the scented massage oils.

“I know, Greg. Thank you for that. I don’t quite have Fiona’s taste for being sexually mastered, or Talina’s… general oddness. Although I will say that having you be my master certainly isn’t the worst thing I’ve imagined.” She carefully spilled the oil down across those enormous boobs, and made sure they were good and slippery before once again kneeling in front of him. “May I finish cleaning you up now?”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“With the sight of you in front of me looking like that? I’m not sure I could move if I tried.”

That broadened her smile considerably. She reached up to cup her heavy tits and scoot forward to ensnare his miraculously still-hard erection between them. The slippery oil-coated tits felt incredible against his sensitive rod, especially when Lydia pushed them together until he was snugly tucked into her cleavage. With that, she began to bounce her sizable breasts up and down to slide him within their snug trappings.

“Fuck, Lydia! That feels incredible!” He was not exaggerating. The soft, slick touch was definitely a highlight of a day filled with wonderful surprises.

“They’re all yours, Gregory, and so is the rest of me.” She continued to jiggle her tits around his cock whilst she spoke.

Meanwhile, Janette had given up licking Fiona’s bellybutton to go searching out more of his cum inside the cat-woman’s pussy. After the intense fucking the woman had just received, the sensation of Janette’s warm, wet tongue lapping inside her was wonderful. It stopped the moment Lydia spoke those last words of devotion, and Janette lifted her head to look across to her friend.

Janette felt a little spark of jealousy. Lydia clearly seemed to be a good deal more enamoured with her boyfriend than she’d known. Fiona’s display had merely been a showing of her kinky side, and the trust she had in Gregory. Yet Lydia looked upon him with a searing gaze that spoke of a much deeper desire. In that moment, Janette became quite certain that someone else had at least begun to fall in love with her man.

A pang of genuine annoyance was soon eased when she felt Algra lean in beside her to kiss her cheek. She looked back down at Fiona who was lying with a dreamy smile on her face and her eyes closed for the time being. Had it just been exploration of a kink? Maybe she actually was just as infatuated with Gregory as she professed to be.

It made her think of Valise, and the moment the elf woman’s face popped into her mind’s eye she actually curled her lip with anger.

Except it wasn’t like the situation with Valise. Lydia and Fiona were her friends. Hell, they were her lovers too! The thought diminished her anger, along with that upsurge of jealous anger. It certainly helped that she was sat next to Gregory’s hot, green wife; whose only reaction to seeing him getting titfucked by a boob-goddess was to appear as if she was about to start cheering him on at any moment.

Fiona groggily propped herself up on her arms before leaning forward to watch Lydia massage Gregory’s cock with her tits. A low little humm of approval soon followed from the cat-woman, and Janette turned to her and raised a brow.

“Who told you that you could sit up?” she asked; sticking her tongue out shortly afterward and shoving Fiona back down onto the bed.

No, she wasn’t jealous anymore. They were family now. Four horny wives and one extremely horny husband. Janette smiled to herself as her head lowered back between Fiona’s legs, and she felt her feline lover soon wrap those legs around her bare shoulders. Lapping at the juicy pussy, she enjoyed the reaction when Fiona moaned in approval, and continued her tongue’s dance with renewed fervour.

“Damn, Lydia! You’re going to have to stop or I’m going to lose it,” said Gregory.

“That’s alright, Greg! You can cum on my tits. Hell, you can cum anywhere you like,” she offered whilst looking up at him; eagerly anticipating his imminent eruption.

He couldn’t help but give a good-natured laugh at that scandalous offer, but he soon stepped backward to slide his rock-hard member from between her heaving melons.

“You know what? I think I will cum on your tits.” He spoke with the air of a man finally deciding on what sandwich to buy for lunch. Then he showed he wasn’t quite so sexually entitled by rolling his eyes at her and smirking. “But before I do, I’d really like to see you cum for me.”

“Tch! I guess I might be able to swing that for you, boss.” Lydia let out a long-suffering sigh at the orgasm she’d evidently have to endure for him, and then she flashed him a bright smirk and pounced.

Although no one in their right mind would have described Lydia’s hourglass physique as being remotely overweight, she was certainly a much heavier woman with her broad hips and enormous boobs. If he hadn’t endured weeks of intensive training beforehand, she would have very likely knocked him over and partially smothered him in those amazing tits. Instead, he instinctively shifted his footing slightly to brace for the impact when she leapt upon him to catch her in his arms. Whilst her arms and legs locked around his shoulder and his hips, she hungrily brought him into a deep, passionate kiss. Feeling the strength in his body whilst he held her aloft, she whimpered with approval. Most of her former lovers had been curious human diplomats or guardsmen, and none of them had the strength to do what Gregory had just managed.