A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I paused to dance several times in front of each of them, including Master Kein. I learned quickly he liked to see my breasts jiggle in their cups. If I did it well enough, he faltered in his playing.

Withholding a Laugh, I did everything I could to throw him off.

“I wish, Brothers,” Master Kein finally said, “to see the ornamentation on the breasts dance, too. Remove the top for me.”

Master Kein played softly as Master Damien removed the tight fitting top. It was a relief to have it gone, but I was sad I couldn’t torment the musician anymore.

“Now dance, Ciara,” he said picking up the rhythm of the music.

I rolled my stomach and shook myself for their pleasure. Eventually deciding they wished to see my ass and lower stomach move they removed the skirt also. Now I stood in just the hip scarf shaking the coins provocatively.

dancing, but doing a slow sensuous grind. It was a mix of what the other girls had taught me and just plain

their eyes up and down

Will you touch me?” I purred running my hand up my thigh to cup a breast. “Tell me what you want to see,” I teased bending forward so my upturned

is what we craved,” Master Damien said rising and coming toward me. “The women do not offer us

music. I felt the weight of the hip scarf

only want our seed,” Master Evan said from behind me, “they do not want our affection or

a long time. I didn’t interrupt it as I felt their bodies

I didn’t stop dancing as Master Damien and Master Evan came to stand within inches of me. Instead I did something I’d never done anywhere. I ground myself against them imitating the very intimate

Master Damien’s cock through his pants. Master Damien‘s hands undid the scarf at my waist and I heard it hit the floor

Angela’s Library

you wear your plug, Ciara?” Master Evan

said pushing against the hand on my