A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“This is something you don’t need to concern yourself with. Aren’t we bringing you pleasure? It was explained to us you would enjoy this,”

Master Damien stated.

“Yes, Master,” I answered breathlessly.

Master Kein had decided to use his mouth like Master Evan and the stimulation was too much. He nipped Lightly and I moaned softly before managing to ask.

“I don’t understand why you care, Master.”

Master Damien brushed his fingers over my eyebrows and watched me. “If you are in pain and unwilling you will become ill. We wish for you to stay healthy. Your health reflects positively on us, an ill slave is not honorable,” he answered. “We will prepare you, so you will be a healthy slave.”

The earlier comment made sense. They were preparing me for sex. It was starting not to matter, as long as those wet mouths continued to work over my nipples.

Soft teasing strokes had run up my Legs, tickling the skin behind my knees. Master Bane was between my thighs and his hands were stroking just next to my center.

“Brothers,” he called, “it is getting ready.” He was Looking down at my pussy with rapt attention.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

I tried to close my legs but couldn’t with Master Bane sitting there.

Master Christof got off the bed and walk around to come stand in front of me. I could feel myself and I was starting to get wet. I wasn’t used to this kind of attention, alien planet or not.

My face flushed hot because I knew what they were looking at. I’d looked in a mirror once when I was excited once just to see. I knew the pink Lips would be full and plump. There was probably wetness gathering at the entrance to my womanhood. My Little clit would be poking bravely from behind its hood. I wondered how much they knew about all of that.

Master Evan lifted his head from my chest and smiled at me, “I will know you there, Ciara, no part of you will hide from me.”

My Legs were forced wider apart as Master Evan joined the other man. He used his tongue to run up my weeping slit. Against my better judgement I groaned as he moved over my pouting clit.

“Well, brother?” Master Damien asked.

“It is an interesting flavor and we will certainly know where ever it goes,” Master Evan answered.

The men spoke about my private parts like they were discussing the parts of a car. Other men, as well as, the saleswoman had explained how the pieces worked. They were eager to test what they had Learned.

“Here,” Master Damien pointed and brushed his fingertip over my clit.

I sucked in a gasp and pulled at my restraints as he teased the tiny bud. My old boyfriend had never found it or at least never cared to. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Master Damien seemed to know exactly where to look.

“That’s it,” Master Evan agreed and blew across the tissue.

Master Evan nibbled and sucked at my clit until I was twisting my hips involuntarily. The men Laughed and complimented the saleswoman on her knowledge, she had told them how to do that.

I felt fingers, lots of them sliding into my cunt slowly stretching me.