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There. The slightest hint of footfalls heading down the hall her way. Stacy trembled in anticipation.
Kuran strode into view before the sounds reached the door. Hehadbeen watching her. His smirk, which she saw as she lowered her eyes as was expected, told her he was in the mood to make her pay for failing to give him a reason to punish her. Excitement made her pussy throb.
“Did she behave?” Rihep’s voice, though as calm as ever, was edged by steel.
“Impeccably. I suggest a reminder of what happens when she doesn’t anyway. Besides, she’s been sitting too comfortably lately.”
Corporeal punishment. A spanking of some kind. Stacy tried not to quiver and betray her eagerness and gratitude.
“In a little while. First, she should offer us proper salutation to start our night of pleasure.”
Rihep’s gray trouser legs appeared in Stacy’s downcast view. He cupped her breasts, as if testing their weight, and bounced them a little in his palms. She bit her lips together as he roughly massaged the fleshy orbs. She remained as still as possible as he enjoyed himself. She offered no refusal when his calloused fingers and thumbs pinched her dark nipples and pulled them to taut points, though splinters of hurt dug into them and a jolt of purest yearning shot through her soaked cunt.
He at last released her breasts and opened the resealable seam of his tented crotch. Thick, veined cocks sprang out, gleaming in the low light filtering in from the hall. The delicious cinnamon-y scent of Rihep’s arousal surrounded Stacy.
“You may show your gratitude to serve.”
Chapter Five
Her mouth watering…she’d never met a Kalquorian who wasn’t delicious, and this clan was particularly so…Stacy leaned forward as Rihep stepped close. She maintained her pose of spread thighs and arms as was expected while she tilted her head to bestow an open-mouth kiss to Rihep’s secondary.
His spicy-sweet flavor danced over her tongue as she slid it over the tip of his twitching shaft. She kissed him slowly, lingeringly, to show she was indeed grateful for the opportunity to adore him. Then she did the same to his larger primary, delighting in the bead of pearlescent pre-cum that had appeared. Its slight saltiness added to the delectable taste of him.
She moved between the two lengths, taking more of him in each time, until a tickle at her throat’s threshold made her gag. Rihep’s breath caught at the sound and feeling.
“Deeper.”
Stacy fought to comply, swallowing the choking thicknesses as best she could. She did well for the most part, sometimes coughing when she messed up…and sometimes when she didn’t. It excited the men when she struggled to deepthroat them. They loved the idea of having such control over her, though they’d have stopped off immediately if she told them she couldn’t handle it.
No, don’t think about it. They’re in control. I have no choice but to do as they wish.The fantasy was everything.
Rihep’s cocks had begun to jerk when he stepped away. Black trousers took his place, clinging lovingly to slimmer legs.
Etnil played with her breasts for several minutes, as Rihep had. He swatted them a few times to watch them quiver, to make Stacy whimper at the enthralling heat filling them. Then he reached between her legs to find her soaking wet.
“Hello, pussy. Missed me? It sure feels like you have.”
His fingers stabbed in her, finding her sweet spot and rubbing until she squirmed. He spanked her intimate flesh to rebuke her for not staying still, then tugged her clit so she writhed harder. Another few stinging swats followed, which thrilled better than they hurt.
“Naughty girl. Go on and put those gorgeous lips where they belong.”
She heard him slurp her juices from his fingers as she eagerly obeyed. She gave him the same treatment she’d given Rihep, sucking him as greedily as he did his fingers. Etnil’s flavor was slightly milder than his Dramok’s, a little sweeter. Just as luscious.
When his hand cupped the back of her head, she quieted, her mouth full of his primary. Sighing, he rocked his hips, feeding her the entirety of his length and holding her in place until she choked. He reversed slowly, allowing her to catch her breath before doing it again.
He groaned as she gagged on his twitching cock. “That’s my girl.”
She imagined his expression as he fucked her mouth. She wasn’t allowed to glance up. She had to keep her gaze lowered in submission unless ordered to do otherwise. She’d seen Etnil at the height of arousal, however, his impish smirk vanishing as intense need rode him. It was a darker look than he typically wore, an aura as demanding as his clanmates’.
After several strokes, he stepped aside so Kuran could have his turn at the beloved ritual of Stacy proving her intention to surrender.
“Open,” the Nobek ordered in a gruff voice. Stacy did so, as wide as she could. Holding his primary up and out of the way, he slid his smaller cock over her slightly extended tongue. As Etnil had, he moved back and forth. Stacy’s lips weren’t closed over his shaft, however, allowing Kuran to watch as he moved over the pillow of her tongue, as he traveled deep and her throat convulsed around him, as she held still and accepted his use of her.
He repeated the act with his primary, his smaller cock sliding wetly under her chin as he enjoyed her. When pre-cum spat on her tongue, he pulled free and told her to swallow it. She did so. She kept her mouth open, because he had to watch it happen.
“Suck.”
Her lips closed over him. His groin swayed to meet her lips as she bobbed against him, matching his rhythm even when she coughed. Kuran was exacting, and gagging was no excuse to falter. Whatever discipline he planned to deliver for later fun wouldn’t be a deterrent to actual punishment for failing to satisfy his demands.
