A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

My owners were not used to watching a female dance. They looked at her with mouthes agape as she twisted and spun. Her knees went both forward and back, so she got herself in some positions I never would be able to.

Once she had finished she kneeled on a pad in front of her owners.

Apparently that was how I should finish, I noted to myself.

Our owners let her rest for a moment and talked between themselves. I was right, Master Damien and his brothers had never seen anyone dance.

They were enthralled with Fuji’s movements.

Master Damien complemented Fuji‘’s owners on what a wonderful slave she was. Her owners took it all in stride and thanked Master Damien for his praise. They talked about how they had Learned to play an instrument.

Now they could play and watch her dance whenever they wanted.

to have her owners speak highly of her, it was the one thing in life that made her happy. From what I had figured out all women on her planet were

birth to please the men that

center of the room.

feet knew the routine and of their own accord started to move. In my fear, I realized I wasn’t moving my arms at all. Slowly, I

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I shimmied my hips and started to roll my stomach up and down. My pelvis started to move in the staccato

a really good time, turning so they could see my ass jiggle as I shimmied and moving all over the little space. I spun and twirled putting myself directly in front of each of my owners

was standing still, now they were both off to the side. Not like it really mattered, it just meant they

feel winded. I looked at Fuji pointedly and she played me a nice exit. As the music stopped I dropped to

rose to leave as they

Master Damien told them he would enjoy having

I used it to get my breathing back in order. It took me a long time to get winded, especially considering my afternoon hobby. I must have been dancing a really long