A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Jan, I’m pretty sure there aren’t any TV’s around here and I’m sorry but if there were then I’m not that into watching football.”

“Oh, drat!” She snapped her fingers with frustration. Then her eyes playfully lit up and her finger once again swept jubilantly toward the ceiling. “I know! What if instead of drinking a beer and watching the game, you drank your beer and watched me and Algra oil ourselves up and tongue-fuck each other until you’re all clean and ready to take over?”

Gregory didn’t answer that. He did manage to choke on the sip of beer he was taking, and then made a noise that sounded something like: “Hhhhhrrrrrrnggghh!?”

Janette put a finger on her lips contemplatively before turning to look at Algra.

“Y’know, I think that was a ‘yes’.”

“So do I.” Algra flashed her lovers an eager smile before gesturing toward Lydia.

The curvaceous courtesan happily strode over toward the naked women on the bed carrying two long bottles of sweet scented, clear oil. After handing one to each of them, she strode back to Gregory before grabbing a wash cloth and dipping it in the hot water bucket. A little soap was added to the cloth before she turned and began washing down the young man’s thick bicep.

Whilst Lydia began washing his arm, Fiona continued her massage. She paused only for a moment for him to feel a splash of thick liquid across his shoulders. It seemed that the beautiful cat-woman had her own oils to work with, and the lubrication of his skin allowed the smooth pads of her fingertips to glide along his aching muscles expertly.

In any other situation after such a hard day of exertion he might have been tempted to close his eyes and let the relaxing caresses of the two women lull him off to sleep. That proved pretty much impossible the moment he saw Algra and Janette, kneeling on the bed lifting their bottles to pour the contents across their bountiful, round tits. The smooth, thin stream of oil spilled a line across their cleavage, slowly beginning to drip down around the big globes shortly after. Neither of them wasted time in rubbing the oil into their skin, giving the alabaster hue of Janette’s body a gorgeous sheen that contrasted wonderfully with the deep emerald green of Algra’s newly glossed physique.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He watched them knead and massage their tits with the oil for his viewing pleasure. Although the pleasure clearly wasn’t all his, as Janette cooed happily whilst pinching her hardened nipples and Algra murmured with pleasure when she massaged her own mounds. Lydia decided to emphasise the show a little more, and moved his arm to clean along the limb whilst resting his wrist between her own magnificent breasts. He turned momentarily to glance at the curvy brunette. She offered him a conspiratorial wink as she squeezed out her cloth over her tits to cover them in soapy water. Although he didn’t consider himself to be strictly a boob-man, and he loved the various shapes and sizes he’d had the privilege to explore, Lydia’s were certainly the largest tits he’d ever handled. She could easily wrap the gravity-defying, fleshy pillows around his wrist and slide them along its length to “clean” him up.

After making sure he was well cleaned, Lydia rinsed off his arm with the hot water before stepping across him and beginning to clean up his other arm. Of course, when she stepped across him she was careful to do it far too close, giving him a very intimate view of her own pussy in the process. Gamely, he leaned in and planted an appreciative little kiss on the little tuft of hair just above her bare lower lips.

Once Lydia had settled into his side, she began washing again and he returned his attention to the ladies on the bed. Their bodies were now entirely coated with a healthy gleam, and the moment they saw his gaze drawn back to them they turned to embrace each other.

His cock twitched to lightly tap against his taut abs at the sight of the pair of them locked together, their breasts cushioned together whilst they engaged in a slow, smouldering kiss. Aware that they were being watched, they soon began putting on a show. He figured that something like that would be well within Janette’s capability, but Algra surprised him by being just as competitively exhibitionistic. Their hands roamed each other’s oil-sleek bodies whilst their lips parted to show him their tongues hungrily licking and wrestling together between them.

The debauched sight combined with Fiona’s shift of focus from his shoulders to his back drew an appreciative groan from his lips. He was beginning to secretly suspect Fiona of being some sort of magic-wielding masseuse as she seemed to have a knack for knowing exactly where to search out the little knots of tension in his muscles before expertly kneading them away into nothing. She began to press her fingers in little concentric circles on his lower back, and an ache that had been bugging him for several days melted completely.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry guys; this is amazing but just hold on a sec.” He turned his upper body around until he came face to face with Fiona. “Come here.”

Lydia relinquished his arm, and he set aside his beer before reaching out to enclose his hands gently along Fiona’s jaw-line. He enjoyed the sensation of the thin layer of fur that covered her skin, and immediately drew her in closer to kiss her. Knowing that he was holding up a treat from all the women, he wasn’t about to start anything that would require his singular focus to rest on Fiona. Instead, the kiss was soft and loving. A small reciprocation of pleasure set on her lips for all the aches and pains she’d vanquished for him.

After the kiss came to an end, he smiled at her and mouthed the words “thank you” before picking up his beer again and turning back toward Janette and Algra.

“All finished?” Janette asked him, having broken her sordid make-out session with Algra to watch him smooch her friend. Not that she blamed him. She’d occasionally had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of one of Fiona’s massages and knew the woman was a miracle worker.

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded and took another drink of his beer. “Please continue.”

“Alright, we now return you to your regularly scheduled sex show.”

With those words, Janette once again sealed her mouth upon Algra’s. This time, she allowed her fingers to snake down along the orc’s firm belly to slip down between her legs. Algra let out a muffled little moan of approval against Janette’s tongue, and soon returned the favour by sliding her fingers up along the girl’s thigh to begin rubbing her smooth pussy.

With the massage complete, Fiona moved to assist Lydia with bathing him. She washed away the oils she had used across his back, and pinched his butt to get him to stand upright for them whilst they washed his ass and his legs. His hair was then cleansed by getting him to lean back into a bowl of hot water where the dark mane could be soaked and rinsed.

This time, Janette and Algra did not stop their show whilst Gregory’s attention was distracted. In fact, by that point it was not so much a show anymore as it was the pair of them happily pleasuring each other for the sheer joy of it.

Not that Gregory’s attention was free to wander, for as he felt Fiona’s fingers running through his hair, he soon felt Lydia’s lips placed at the tip of his cock. By that point in the proceedings his member needed no further encouragement and was practically pulsing with raw, sexual need. Lydia mercifully decided to forego any teasing, and instead engulfed his hot, meaty rod mere moments after he felt the touch of her lips.