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.

tempo of Master Kein’s song changed and my dance changed with it. I was no Longer belly dancing, but doing a slow sensuous grind. It was a mix of what the other girls had

ran their eyes up and down my body with unrestrained

“Tell me what you want to see,” I teased bending forward so my upturned ass and wet center were in their view. “I want to feel

craved,” Master Damien said rising and

music. I felt the weight of the hip scarf as

from behind me, “they do not want our affection or

conversation between the men was probably a continuation of one they had been having for a

stop playing so 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 sex acts we

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

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your plug, Ciara?” Master Evan whispered

pushing against the hand on my