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.

The 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 taught me and just plain dirty dancing.

The men ran their eyes up and down my body with unrestrained Lust.

“Do you like what you see, Masters? 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 ass and wet center were in their view. “I want to feel you on my skin.”

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

In response I rose and writhed my hips to the music. I felt the weight of the hip scarf as I bounced the coins slowly. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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

The conversation between the men was probably a continuation of one they had been having for a long time. I didn’t interrupt it as I felt their bodies at my front and back.

Master Kein didn’t 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 would probably soon be involved in.

Master Evan’s hands crept down my back as I slowly 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 he threw it away from us.

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“Do you wear your plug, Ciara?” Master Evan whispered in my ear.

‘or you, Master Evan,” I said pushing against the hand on my buttocks.

“Do you know, Ciara,” Master Evan asked twisting the plug and lightly pulling on it, “that we ordered your Keepers not to buy a new one? This one still carries our mark on it. Everyday you carry our insignia inside your body branding you as ours.”

The music had stopped, but now I was grinding against the men in earnest. I needed their hands on my body more than I needed my next breath.

“I don’t want your insignia inside of me, Master Evan,” I said as he pulled harder on the plug. “I want you inside of me.”

“Tell me again,” he growled in my ear.

I put my palm on the leg of his pants and rubbed until I grasped his firm buttocks. “I want you, Master Evan. I want you inside of me.”

Master Evan grabbed me and twisted my body, so I was facing him. His fangs had grown and he looked as terrifying as he had the first day.