new
position. Taking what I want and taking pleasure is new to me, but I’m willing
to learn. And I’m more than willing to use their lust to conquer these larger
than life aliens, including the dominating Sir Vorreka, an alien master who
aches for his own mate.
This is the
second story in the Alien Masters series. It can be read alone but follows
directly from #1 Milked by her Alien Masters.
(Kidnapped,
Mars Needs Women, Alien abduction, Alien sex, Monster cock, breeding, m/f, m/m,
m/m/f, m/f/m, fisting, spanking, concubine, menage, power plays, orgy, anal,
dildo)
Excerpt:
If only I could see, maybe I could find a way out, but as my
senses returned I realized I was in some enclosed space. I didn’t know which
way was out, where my attacker was, or anything.
Then, my world utterly flipped as my mouth went hot and my
nipples pebbled into painful spikes of need. My pussy throbbed and a shudder
made me turn to my side and curl into a ball. My throat burned and water
collected on my tongue.
I needed. Oh, I was so painfully hungry and hollow. I
whimpered and gripped my arms as I held onto myself instead of reaching between
my legs to rub my tingling clit.
“She’s responding well. Go ahead. Fuck her. But remember my
deal. If you get away with it, I expect your payment. Your body. Beneath me.”
The calm one said this with utter lack of tone.
“If this works, I’ll be glad to do it.”
“If only you’d been glad to do it before now,” the dry reply
made my struggle to keep from crying seem an offhand thought to these men.
Nearly begging for release from the lust gripping my insides, I sensed they had
more at stake here than a mere raping of me, a nobody.
Then the gruff one added, “But not yet. I want to see her
face when I finally take her.”
Finally?
This all made no sense.
How could anyone have something that would make me feel this
way?
Unless they’d gotten it from the freak aliens.
Or, they were the aliens.
Stark terror slid cold into my chest even as my pussy
flooded with cream and swelled in eager throbs. The men who’d captured me in
this utter darkness were those strange aliens—not human. But an
exhilarating thought came on the heels of my galloping horror. This had to be
my alien guard. My “ fucking locust.” Nobody else looked at me. Who else
would say, “ Finally ?”
Rumor was, their cocks were giant, and I’d dreamed of riding
his. I panted, ready for a monster cock to ease the hunger. I let go of my legs
and stretched. My hips pressed down, seeking friction and my hands, without any
direction from my brain, ripped my dress up and over my hips so I could grab my
naked breasts. Eager, I rubbed over my sensitive nipples.
That felt so good, I did it again. Then, I pinched each of
them with a groan. My hips bucked, seeking help for the lust balling in my
core.
“Help me.” My legs spread and to my relief, a hand pressed
onto my mound, pushing the fabric of my panties slightly into the opening of my
cunt.
“More,” I begged.
*
Diamonds in Cream (Milk & Board #1)
By Elsa Silk
(Lactation sex, lactation
fetish, exhibitionism, masks, erotica, adult breastfeeding, breastfeeding
fetish)
Smacking my lips to even up the gloss and wiggling my
tiniest little black skirt over my bare ass, I finally had butterflies in my
tummy saying hello. Only five minutes to spare and I shook with anticipation.
My mouth watered. My thighs trembled.
Desperation had finally driven me to accept my friend Tim’s
urgings to go out with his one of his college buddies. Blind dates weren’t my
thing, especially now I was a single mom, but my nightly sex dreams were making
me antsy. My urges more erotic. I hadn’t touched a man in a year and lately,
that dry spell wasn’t so dry. I swear I walked around wet and horny. And not
just wet panties, either. My bra got in on that action.
My red shirt didn’t close all the way. I tugged on it and
buttoned from the bottom. My boobs were so big the
position. Taking what I want and taking pleasure is new to me, but I’m willing
to learn. And I’m more than willing to use their lust to conquer these larger
than life aliens, including the dominating Sir Vorreka, an alien master who
aches for his own mate.
This is the
second story in the Alien Masters series. It can be read alone but follows
directly from #1 Milked by her Alien Masters.
(Kidnapped,
Mars Needs Women, Alien abduction, Alien sex, Monster cock, breeding, m/f, m/m,
m/m/f, m/f/m, fisting, spanking, concubine, menage, power plays, orgy, anal,
dildo)
Excerpt:
If only I could see, maybe I could find a way out, but as my
senses returned I realized I was in some enclosed space. I didn’t know which
way was out, where my attacker was, or anything.
Then, my world utterly flipped as my mouth went hot and my
nipples pebbled into painful spikes of need. My pussy throbbed and a shudder
made me turn to my side and curl into a ball. My throat burned and water
collected on my tongue.
I needed. Oh, I was so painfully hungry and hollow. I
whimpered and gripped my arms as I held onto myself instead of reaching between
my legs to rub my tingling clit.
“She’s responding well. Go ahead. Fuck her. But remember my
deal. If you get away with it, I expect your payment. Your body. Beneath me.”
The calm one said this with utter lack of tone.
“If this works, I’ll be glad to do it.”
“If only you’d been glad to do it before now,” the dry reply
made my struggle to keep from crying seem an offhand thought to these men.
Nearly begging for release from the lust gripping my insides, I sensed they had
more at stake here than a mere raping of me, a nobody.
Then the gruff one added, “But not yet. I want to see her
face when I finally take her.”
Finally?
This all made no sense.
How could anyone have something that would make me feel this
way?
Unless they’d gotten it from the freak aliens.
Or, they were the aliens.
Stark terror slid cold into my chest even as my pussy
flooded with cream and swelled in eager throbs. The men who’d captured me in
this utter darkness were those strange aliens—not human. But an
exhilarating thought came on the heels of my galloping horror. This had to be
my alien guard. My “ fucking locust.” Nobody else looked at me. Who else
would say, “ Finally ?”
Rumor was, their cocks were giant, and I’d dreamed of riding
his. I panted, ready for a monster cock to ease the hunger. I let go of my legs
and stretched. My hips pressed down, seeking friction and my hands, without any
direction from my brain, ripped my dress up and over my hips so I could grab my
naked breasts. Eager, I rubbed over my sensitive nipples.
That felt so good, I did it again. Then, I pinched each of
them with a groan. My hips bucked, seeking help for the lust balling in my
core.
“Help me.” My legs spread and to my relief, a hand pressed
onto my mound, pushing the fabric of my panties slightly into the opening of my
cunt.
“More,” I begged.
*
Diamonds in Cream (Milk & Board #1)
By Elsa Silk
(Lactation sex, lactation
fetish, exhibitionism, masks, erotica, adult breastfeeding, breastfeeding
fetish)
Smacking my lips to even up the gloss and wiggling my
tiniest little black skirt over my bare ass, I finally had butterflies in my
tummy saying hello. Only five minutes to spare and I shook with anticipation.
My mouth watered. My thighs trembled.
Desperation had finally driven me to accept my friend Tim’s
urgings to go out with his one of his college buddies. Blind dates weren’t my
thing, especially now I was a single mom, but my nightly sex dreams were making
me antsy. My urges more erotic. I hadn’t touched a man in a year and lately,
that dry spell wasn’t so dry. I swear I walked around wet and horny. And not
just wet panties, either. My bra got in on that action.
My red shirt didn’t close all the way. I tugged on it and
buttoned from the bottom. My boobs were so big the
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