Raleigh was not alone when he stopped by her table. There were other alien slaves fawning over him. Raleigh's eyes went from the card game then to her, fat fingers cupping her chin tilting her head back as he leaned down observing her features.

“It is going nicely,” eyes shift toward Gorjen. “You've brought drugs into my club?”

An eye stalk twisted between her and Raleigh. “Of course not! I found her like this!” He protested. Raleigh simply grinned and it looked as if things were going to get ugly as she could see some hel'corians working their way over at some signal.

That seemed like it would be the case until a familiar voice spoke up leaning in close to Raleigh as she took him by the arm. “He's telling the truth. She gets like that at times.”

While Viryon might not have understood what caused the flushed color in her traveling companion she recognized the change. Raleigh looked back to her, looking at her closely. The hel'corians ceased their advance at a signal.

“Is that so? Carry on then. And take this for your troubles.” Raleigh gave Gorjen some sort of black credit card and was about to depart when Gorjen halted him as his finger pressed into her a little harder then stilled within her again.

“I'd rather have the girl. For the night of course.”

“She hasn't officially started yet. Such a pity if she doesn't live up to expectations. But I suppose I owe it to you”

“She's got to start some time.” Again that finger moved within her drawing back then given a deep push into her core holding himself there. “What do you say Chance?”

Startling circumstances were about to arise with the mention of drugs and the former agent struggled to explain herself before her comrade chimed in to clear things up in her stead. If not for the heightened pace of her heart beat and the amalgam of lust and shame pumping through the petite blonde’s veins, the sheer shock of the moment would‘ve warmed her up to the melting point. She couldn’t keep herself from shaking already. It’d have taken nothing to make the poor servant beg for that concealed phallus and whatever vile perverted acts it could do to her aching flesh.

„Oooohh! Yeesss!“ Another deep plunge of that digit produced a lewd squelching sound and forced her head to shoot up toward the ceiling. Phoebe hissed through gritted teeth, sweat finally beading up on her brow as the toe curling injection of molten lava nearly set her off like the firecracker she was. Had the room temperature been any lower, the smoldering woman’s body would have been blowing hot, misty breaths into the air.

She’d lost her composure that time. Humiliation burned through her cheeks, rendering them the deepest shade of crimson they had been as of late. Silent pleas danced within her lustful gaze, an outcry for an end to this cruel erotic tension as she gazed into Raleigh’s eyes.

The stout creature, whether human in disguise or not, hardly tickled her fancy. Neither here, nor back on Earth, would she long to be with him. The fact Viryon was with the man disgusted her more than anything else. In this particular instance, however, he actually came in useful. She played the part to please him, if only temporarily.

„Ahhn .. Huhhn ..“ Sucking in deep, heated breaths, Phoebe did her best to muster enough mental strength to speak. Any more of this and her tongue felt as if it’d burst in anticipation. It ached as much as her contracting, shuddering folds around him, battling the rising tide of bliss for as long as humanly possible. „Yes, please .. I can’t wait to begin .. I’ve .. I’ve been looking forward to spending the night with such a handsome customer all week.“

She barely mustered a smile as her expression was on the verge of collapsing into the same slutty, wanton construct it had been over the course of Gorjen’s previous game. „T-Thank you for this opportunity. I .. I won’t disappoint you.“

Some alone time with him would be a relief, even without an objective in the woman’s mind. She wanted this, needed this large spire that pulsed incessantly beneath her and she had the night to play with it, it seemed. Still, seeing her former companion that close to Raleigh, latched onto his arm like all the other whores who’d given themselves up to him became a stain on the girl’s memory she’d rather forget about. She hoped to thank Viryon for this moment at a later time regardless. Though her statement may have been filled with ignorance as to the how and why Phoebe’s entire being throbbed with desire, it certainly helped prevent an obsctacle from showing up in her current path.

“Very well,” Raleigh made a casual hand wave. Things could have gone much differently. That whole scene could have degenerated in the hel'corians tossing Gorjen from the club had Viryon not said anything. Perhaps she could have diffused it. Would Raleigh listen to his human slaves?

Gorjen seemed to be an alien of influence. He had an attendant collect his winnings as his employer stood his finger slipping out of her in the process in order to hold her better. Soon Gorjen carried her to one of the several rooms off from the casino floor.

Setting her down he swiped the black card through the card reader on the wall outside of the room then entered. The room was dark with a circular couch and miniature stage complete with a pole at the center. Music was being pumped into the room and a quick survey of the room displayed a small bar, an adjacent bathroom and bedroom complete with a holo screen along the wall.

Gorjen was quick to usher her inside the room then with the door closed behind them he popped that saturated finger into her mouth so she could taste herself on him. A hand cupping a breast despite the garments there. Eye stalks twisted one focusing on her features taking them in while the other surveyed the chamber.

He suckled on her neck then drew away. “Did that alien speak the truth? What is going on?” But he did not seem to care or even wait for an answer as he asked her another question instead.

“Where are my manners? We have all night. Care for a drink?”

Nothing outside the private room’s walls mattered anymore. Without the casino floor to keep them company, Gorjen’s satisfaction became her world for the night. The one thing she had a reasonable measure of influence over would be here for hours on end. There’d be no competition, nothing to be compared to any by the time they were too blissed out to continue, let alone speak, she was hoping to have proven her worth many times over.

She tasted herself on his finger. Shame painted her cheeks red, but lust crawled upon her sultry, yearning features to the point these receding emotions would be no more in due time. Such inhibitions had vanished long ago, a redundant response to what her every aching cell was looking forward to. Small hands clasped the offered hand without force, without urgency, while snug lips descended until the bulk of his hand kept her from sucking the chosen digit in any further.

Her tongue lavished it with attention, the sheer length of that finger depositing it in the back of her throat though the young blonde neither gagged nor backed off in discomfort as her head bobbed back and forth, soaking him in her affection. A soft gasp had been elicited as he cupped her swollen albeit petite globe, sending pleasant vibrations along the captive flesh until it had been extracted.

All her attention was on him. She cared little for the room and what was in it unless he brought attention to one object or another. Even as he assailed her neck, causing her head to tilt for greater access, her blood boiled with insatiable need. She got close to losing herself. Just why would he remove that finger from her mouth? How could one be so cruel?

Yet when Gorjen spoke up, the mere mention of a drink felt like a threat to their close proximity. The corners of her lush lips creased into a smile as she drew closer, a gentle embrace enveloping him though one of her hands dipped to graze his upper thigh, slowly working its way toward the inside where his molten spire no doubt hungered for more. “You’re a rather fascinating man. Truth be told, I haven’t ever seen a member of your species before, but that wouldn’t even be the most pressing question on my mind.”

The blistering passion in her eyes bore itself into the man’s at every opportunity. Her heart pulsed rapidly, its every needy beat bleeding over into the creature’s flesh. “I couldn’t help but notice your attendant earlier .. You must be quite wealthy .. Now you’re asking me if I want a drink when I should’ve been the one posing that question.”

Perhaps these games were really just that to him, games for fun. Perhaps winning wouldn’t give him much, or she was mistaken and they certainly would though his pride ached if he lost. She didn’t know, wanted to care yet found her focus on the matter rather fleeting.

“What gives me the honor of being served by such an influential man? And what can I do to return the favor?” She bit her lower lip as her gaze dipped, then came back to meet his. They had the night, of course, and wasting it on immediate satisfaction wouldn’t do them any good. She did her best to try and retain some semblance of composure in order to make his stay here more enjoyable. That was her purpose as a slave to this establishment, being chained to one objective or another. Not that it’d keep her from teasing him in much the same way the act of speaking teased her own addled mind.

Naturally, Phoebe would accept whatever drink he ended up preparing for them, if he was even willing to peel away from her embrace, that is. Anything would do to sweeten the mood, and the ensuing flow of liquid down her aching throat served to fire her up even more for the night to come.

“And you won't see another of my kind. Statistically it is possible but the universe is such a large place for the few of us that survived the destruction of our home world. Damn fools did it to themselves really. I was off planet at the time as were others.

“The majority of my species is xenophobic so there were few among the stars at the time. Wanderlust struck me in my younger years which happened to be beneficial to me when all this went down so long ago now.” He did not mention exactly how they destroyed themselves but from what he was saying it sounded like a massive war involving weapons of mass destruction.

Regardless he did pull away from her long enough to fix them drinks. It came to her attention that even now that they were alone those eye stalks worked independently of one another always moving and never looking at the same object or person. One remained focused on her however.

A nervous twitch? Did his kind evolve from prey animals?

“Money is something that I do not need to worry about. It comes and goes given the business I am in and what I tend to do with it. But what good is wealth if you never spend it?” He leaned in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I even have my own planet about three systems over.”

When she asked about her purpose here he took a sip of his drink setting it down on the bar. “I don't miss much. I saw you with that lady in the casino. While you two weren't gone for long I am aware that she has an interest in you. Almost as much as she has an interest in me.

“She is an agent. I am certain that she's ADD or affiliated with one of the governments operating near this sector. You will work for me and be well rewarded for it.

“But more on that later. Is it true what that alien said? That you get flustered? Why?” He gestured her closer then draped an arm over her back sliding it down to her ass where he gave a squeeze pulling her closer to his chest.

Her sympathies were well within limits when he spoke of his race. It seemed ironic, really. According to Luna, this specimen intended to sell a biological weapon, likely leading to the same mass destruction which annihilated his people. Only, he wouldn’t be there to see it. He cared for nothing more than the money, no doubt.

Surprisingly, Gorjen gathered her recent involvement with a female customer, and the nature of said client. It’d have taken her a moment to ponder just how he knew, but his unique physique gave it away entirely on its own. She caught on quick after that. Scanning their surroundings with two eye stalks moving independently of one another disclosed how he’d have caught her escorting one particular brunette to the private rooms without taking his eyes off the card game he happened to be involved in at the time.

Soft, cushiony flesh fell to his touch and nothing but a light dip of her body against him brought more of these succulent ass cheeks into his waiting palm. Slight mounds, engorged with blood and desire, pulsed feverishly against his lower chest. She blew hot breaths against his cloaked stature, looking up as she always did. Fingertips trace the remainder of his that was free to be explored, peeling away discomfort from tense muscles. She had to be careful not to spill her drink out of excitement though a lone sip touched the crest of her ruby lips, infusing them with even more cruelly tingling delight.

The hunger gnawed at her senses in ways few could even fathom. It was a good thing, otherwise his assumptions may have gotten a rise out of his companion for the night. A misstep she couldn’t allow. Though in the end matters were unresolved, having neither discussed rewards for and against working with the agent in question, she wished to find out what’s in it for her.

She trusted neither one nor the other, to be perfectly honest. Since her most recent, first hand experience in helping someone else turned out to be such a stellar success, that couldn’t be helped. Gorjen, if he stated the truth, had enough wealth to dwarf even her own. Who was he to promise her anything for working for him, and what guarantees did she have?

As for Luna, their superiors probably didn’t care much for the fact she went missing in action all that time ago. She doubted anyone came looking for her or those cows she’d witnessed shortly after her capture, the unfortunate ones who didn’t choose to serve like she did, other than casting a cursory glance in their direction perhaps. All she could likely offer came down to personal gifts, or something special from the lab though ultimately the entire thing proved as hazy as the edges of her vision the more she forced herself to utter honeyed words beneath sensuous breaths.

That blush on her couldn’t have been any deeper though it still shamed her to think back on the many nights it took to change her mouth into an instrument of pleasure. She averted her gaze for a moment, brushing aside blonde bangs with a mild smile. “One of my previous owners has altered the way I perceive all sensations related to .. well ..” Her gaze came back up to meet his, her warm expression unwavering the entire time. “She has altered my lips, tongue .. and throat .. When I breathe, when I eat or drink, when I service customers .. The slightest thing stimulates my entire mouth in the sweetest of ways.”

“Speaking to you right now does the same to me .. Every waking moment is nothing short of rapture. It’s blessing and curse alike. Working long hours without the chance to satisfy anyone, least of all myself, always leaves me wanting in the end. Of course, you were correct in your assumption that I’m new here. I’m not allowed to touch guests yet.” Phoebe let loose a low giggle at that. “Well, usually I’m not, but this is a special occasion.”

Soon, silken digits danced against the outer edge of the alien’s face, fingers coming up to rub the area near the roots of his eye stalks. As her first time with such an entity, she wanted to find out just which select few patches of nerves were more suspectible to her work than others. “But, you’re right. You’ve narrowly escaped trouble I’ve caused. You’ve earned this, and we have the night. I wouldn’t want it to be cut short by my own misplaced enthusiasm.”

She grinned at that, letting her gaze wander around the room for a moment, much like his own. “Something seems to be distracting you.” Slowly, the petite woman leaned in just a little further, putting a bit more pressure on his wondrous frame. “Is something the matter? Aren’t you comfortable with me? Here? Now?”

A small groan slipped from his lips as she explored the base of those eye stalks. It felt as if there were something at the very base of each of them inside the eye stalks themselves. If her hand traced upward she would find that the eye stocks narrowed a little.

The best way she could explain it would be that the eye stalks were straws with some object at the bottom like a chunk of ice. Seeing that there was nothing on file with his particular species this could have been anything to an organ or bundle of nerves. Perhaps each had been a miniature brain of sorts allowing for the control of each eye stalk on it's own.

“How pleasantly tragic,” Gorjen brought a finger up to her lips tracing softly against them. “And your owner hasn't sought to put that to use? Sounds like you're being tortured.”

“I promise some relief before the night is through.” He smiled at her mention of his paranoid trait though one of those eyes till wandered over the room.

“We were not the only sentient species on my world. Few of us were anything but the playthings of others, their prey for the most part. My world is, was, a barbaric place where every day was a challenge. Some attained positions of power at a cost. Power over their own kind as pets to the others.

“They were still foolish. First for believing that this new found status would change anything. And second for the destruction that they would bring to the planet itself. Fools.” He shook his head at that refraining from getting into the few details that he had gathered. Right now other things mattered.

“Now let us see to those needs of yours. Strip. Slowly.” He commanded as he took a small step away from her.

Studying these eye stalks caused her touch to halt and withdraw for a moment, wondering whether that groan stemmed from discomfort or contentment though there were no objections she wouldn’t take the chance. In her time with other agents, serving them as a pilot didn’t offer much of an opportunity to get some first hand experience with foreign lifeforms. Still, with all the care one could muster, Phoebe continued to tease these tender patches of nerves like a kitten exploring new surroundings albeit with greater caution than such a playful pet.

It only seemed fair to be teased in turn. Trembling lips part with his finger running along their rich swell, aching and yet resisting the urge to draw him in again. Indeed, torture came closest to the turbulent vortex of pent of need wreaking havoc on her senses all evening. Of course, the promise of relief only made this encounter all the sweeter.

When the chance to prove herself finally came, a low gasp slipped from the woman’s lips. Her very breaths set the tingling nerves of her tongue on fire, blanketing it with a barrage of blistering erotic heat. Even now, the command was to strip slowly. Slowly, always slowly. It hurt to even think just how many seconds, let alone minutes he’d keep her from basking in orgasmic bliss for the first time.

Yet with a radiant expression, Phoebe smirked upon spinning around, lifting some of her sunflower blonde locks to reveal the mechanism holding her skimpy dress in place. “Only if you’ll help me with this ..”

Afterwards, hands cupped her chest to keep the outfit from slipping away freely. She wouldn’t permit him to just unwrap the gift he’d chosen, after all, even though there were many to choose from and she ended up being the one. Young, lithe and earnest in her desires for all he’d offer that night, with ample succulent flesh in all the right places, she’d relish every moment of their time together and delaying this, as much as he ordered it, ensured anticipation would make him savor the experience a bit more in return. Everything else was just a bonus to an already predestined chain of events bestowed unto anyone who was willing to pay the price.

Small albeit engorged mounds were denied from view with every bit of fabric peeling off Phoebe’s shapely frame, and with it their hot throbbing teats which pulsed violently at the constant friction provided by the descending wall of cloth. Moved by the music pumping in from the outside, her luscious charms began to sway in a most hypnotic fashion. As lean shoulders and all the more unblemished peachy skin were uncovered, she bent over from the waist up, placing greater emphasis on her ravishing backside which strained the very garment which contained that plush, sumptuous derriere, practically holding on for dear life in these moments.

She cast a playful glance over her shoulder, along with a licentious wink the longer her performance went on. Soon, the dress slackened around the blonde’s narrow waist only to first stretch, then tense around rich, bountiful hips that pressed back against him, grinding in a languid upward motion whereas the gown drifted lower between them at the same time.

Scantily clad buttocks were graced by little more than lace lingerie once the gown pooled at her feet. As Phoebe stepped out of the chaotic heap to turn back around, the moisture covering her aching slit became all the more obvious. Faint trickles had long since covered her milky thighs, and soon enough even the final barrier to her nethers would fall.

All the while, sultry eyes gauged his reaction to her work. The night was still young, and she wished to excite him despite having ulterior motives. She could not keep herself from thinking about just what being exceptional entailed, and if her performance thus far met the man’s expectations or not. Surely, she’d find out in due time.

Gorjen was quite excited, she felt that when she pressed back against him. Feeling his fingers graze against her sides and back while she undressed, he took full stock of her when she was fully naked and aroused. But the alien did not take her straight away despite what he had said earlier.

A finger eased against an erect nipple while he suckled on the other. A hand holding her ass giving it a squeeze as he pulled her closer to his body. Seconds bled into minutes before he pulled away slightly.

“I need a drink ...”

He drew her closer to the bar moving the drinks there and then picking her up only sitting her down on the bar. Again he tasted her breasts before laying her down. A finger teasing her lips while an eye gazed at her piercing. Removing it with one hand he set it next to the glasses before pouring some alcohol into her belly button taking a shot directly from her body.

More of that drink was poured out over her allowing him to lick and suck the alcohol from her directly as his finger ended up playing with her tongue until he moved down to her legs.

Parting them he now drank directly from her. Phoebe would find that his tongue was longer and thicker than his finger. Slow licks caressed to inside of her sex, twisting against those walls until he discovered just where she liked being touched. He had an idea from earlier with his finger so it did not take him much time to figure it out.

Once he had he varied his speed while working on her clit with a pair of fingers gently pulling against it with a finger on each side. His thumb tracing over the top of it as he rubbed that spot in a circular motion.

He went on wanting to taste her first orgasm for the night as well as the second. Afterwards he drew away from her sex licking at the moisture against her thighs.

“Comfortable? How are you holding up? Or are you just eager for the main course?”

All day, Phoebe had hungered for attention. Speaking to various customers, Luna and Gorjen in particular, poured more oil into the raging wildfire that were the former agent’s perverse carnal cravings. The cooler air of the room caressed her supple flesh now that her clothes had been shed completely, lapping up against the hot blood pumping through her veins in ways that made the poor thing shudder in neglect.

More teasing was yet to come. Minutes felt like an eternity though in the end relief was promised and that’s what he went on to deliver. Saliva embellished long, hard peaks, tempting her wares to the point she barely registered her piercing being removed and left behind before he quenched his thirst using her body as his personal cup.

The chaos that followed elicited lewd squeals and whimpers from hopelessly moaning lips. From being mapped out to being lavished with attention, the sheer wealth of pleasure was making her heart pound within her chest. Warmth imbued her features, her tongue lolling out of her mouth to feast on the swift, shallow breaths she was forced to take whilst her grimace had been twisted into one of pure ecstasy. Nails dug into the bar, though by the time these pink velvety folds constricted about his tongue she grasped the back of his head for support and encouragement, urging him to keep fucking her with that slab of muscle.

Another wanton scream soon followed the first and marked the final cadence of their opening act. When he receded to regard his prey’s current status, Phoebe could barely move a muscle. Nothing could’ve made her feign such potent bliss at the man’s hands, not even if she tried. Sweat beaded up on her brow as she struggled for composure, barely resisting the urge to succumb to the momentary surge of contentment and relaxation.

“God .. My legs are numb .. I’m tingling all over,” She thought quietly to herself as each devious glancing blow of that meaty tongue caused the expanse of Phoebe’s smooth, peachy thighs to spasm delightedly, burning through the aftermaths of her recent releases, “I’ve been denied all day, but this feels good .. too good to make me live up to his expectations .. At this rate I wouldn’t last the night.”

She needed a moment to calm and collect herself, letting her thumb trace the base of one of his eye stalks while drawing hot, heavy breaths into her lungs. “Ahhn .. I-I’m fine .. It’s just .. a lot more than I first expected.” Her lips creased into a faint smile at that. “Though if that’s not the main course already, I believe I’m hooked .. You’ve made me eager to find out just what else you’re capable of.”

Phoebe brought her thighs closer together, playfully pressing them against his features with due care in order to get him to cease his teasing for a moment and regard the sultry gaze worshiping his work from above. It was but a light and gentle grip, easy to undo at his prompting though she wasn’t going to leave the whole playing field to him all night, not unless that’s what he specifically requested. “I’m not sure what else you’ve had in mind for the time being. You’ve certainly had your drink, but .. I’m also quite famished .. You’re not going to leave a lady waiting for the main course all night, are you now?”

A small groan spread from his lips as she stroked the eye stalk. His hands reached down prying her legs apart with ease since she was not attempting to resist him. Walking to the side of that counter he brushed a finger along her chest then in between her cleavage before stopping.

Considering her statement about needing a drink herself he poured another shot then took a drink. He sat her upright and when he kissed her lips he passed that liquor from his mouth into her own taking the time to duel with that altered tongue when he did so.

One hand set on her lower back, the other rubbing her thigh. After that drink was passed to her in such a way he scooped her up off of the counter carrying her to the adjoining bedroom. In the room she could clearly see now that there was a video camera on a tripod pointed at the bed. There were a few other cameras to get better angels though none were on.

The ceiling even had a mirror on it that she noticed when he set her down on the bed. He stood next to it as he unfastened his pants displaying a sizable red colored member that had purple bumps along the shaft.

That shaft throbbed slightly before her eyes. “I presume you meant a different sort of drink.” He reached toward her grabbing the back of her head coaxing her into position. When he had her on her knees on that mattress one hand worked around her hip to sample that rump. Brushing it up and down as he waited for her to get started.

“Such a lovely ass. You do realize I will have to give it a try before the night is out.” The cameras could have been to record training sessions to give slaves pointers or meant as a means for the clients to make their own souvenirs so to speak, probably at an extra coast. Right now they didn't seem to factor into anything unless she brought attention to them.

It still seemed that Gorjen was jittery given the way that one of those eye stalks kept looking here and there but it was the nature of his species. One eye remained fixed upon her at all times, however, so she had his attention. It would never be complete, no one would have his complete attention it seemed. He had at least two brains, probably a third one that processed his thoughts and all that sensory information in addition to the smaller ones in his eye stalks. It was just a guess at this point but an educated one.

One drink had been served, then another though the third caught Phoebe off guard until wanton moans ripple throughout the beverage being passed around between dancing, writhing tongues. Savoring two mind wracking releases back to back made the poor woman lightheaded and pouring alcohol on top of it all clouded her consciousness well beyond comprehension. Yet she drank, then slumped against his chest on their way to the bedroom, her youthful heart pounding against the man’s chest with unhindered enthusiasm.

Afterwards, Phoebe found herself set down on the bed, panting amid the growing heat which parted her trembling thighs and revealed the glistening moisture upon their silken frames. Near rock solid teats heave upon small, petite mounds as she settled onto her knees, a sultry woman in a sensual pose awaiting her customer’s touch, all the while continuing her display as unabashed eye candy.

Shudders tingled the expanse of her spine as his hand sculpted the curve of these doughy love cushions which ground against him earlier, always keeping him guessing as to the feel of it against his flesh though she’d keep him guessing as to the pleasure of having it bottom out on his hips.

The notion he’d claim it brought a sly smile to supple lips glistening with their shared drink still. “When you do, there’ll be plenty of souvenirs to go around.” With but a glance to the cameras, the implications were clear. She may have grown fond of exposure in the past. Whether there were any exhibitionist tendencies at work, Phoebe hadn’t cared to ponder on the matter for long. Though it might boost her determination to work hard and put on a show considering the unique specimen she was blessed with that night, she wouldn’t urge him to secure the hours to come on film. With or without being recorded, she’d give it her all.

She needed information. As distant as the thought was, it’d be a constant from now on. Whether they took breaks where such knowledge could potentially be gained or she’d wear him out completely, enduring him until the end was a crucial task. However, once he unleashed himself from the confines of his pants, even this particular thought took a backseat to the heat that welled up deep within her core right then.

Thanks to her modifications, one wouldn’t need much to comprehend why her focus couldn’t linger on the matter. Gorjen throbbed before her lustrous, longing eyes, which once contained the laurel wreaths of green eyes, but their colors had long since faded as they glazed over even further from the enthralling, pulse pounding sight.

“This .. this is ..” A bumpy spire, of all things, dulled many cravings except one. Saliva pooled beyond eager, tingly lips, teasing boiling cells with a thirst for cock. She tensed upon coiling jello like digits around the base of it, goading a low gasp from the woman’s needy mouth which lapped up against him like a molten hot tide.

“Thank you, Master ..” Glassy eyes flicked up to meet his. The echo of her own beating heart filled the blonde’s senses while the man’s blurry visage pierced delighted albeit tear stricken orbs. She blanked out the world for a moment and woke to find smoldering hot lips slide along the wondrous phallus, lavishing it with attention. Phoebe nibbled on the thrilling swell of man meat, starting at the base as she lashed out at the red length, grinding that sensitive tongue right up against and between purple bumps to sample more of him. His taste, his scent, they all bled over into her addled mind, soaking it to burn both into the slutty servant’s memory.

The flat of her free palm set against his upper thigh while Phoebe struggled to recede. She moaned out against the hot throbbing vein of his member, drooling against its potent facade before coming to rest at the pole’s swollen crown.

Nothing could’ve encouraged her needy flesh from devouring as much as she could muster. Gulping down what little air remained in her mouth, the former agent’s cheeks curved inward to consume him with a suction that urged his loins to give up their backed up wares at once. Almost immediately, however, her throat flared with ecstasy in ways that made her eyes flutter, then roll back entirely when faced with such sublime carnal delights. Every bump caressed her throat, and every throb pumped more blood into that engorged spire to tease her clogged passage in ever sweeter ways.

Soon, Phoebe gobbled him up with relentless abandon. No prompting from his hand was necessary. The bob of her head pressed to the base of his crotch, squeezing him with a snug, impassioned embrace that seemed to grow tighter each time. She alternated between quick and slow advances, twisting her head this way and that to keep him guessing as to which patches of tender cells she’d go on to torment next.

As juices ran along luscious thighs and the covers below, her thirst seemed insatiable. She didn’t care what that made her, whether the cameras were on or she had his complete attention. She’d give him all he could ever want from a girl and then some, but he wouldn’t cum. Phoebe would make him anticipate release only to deny it, slowing down only to quicken once more and deny him again. Doing exactly what was expected wouldn’t make her truly exceptional. Working him into a state of maddening lust and forcing his hand, however, ensured this one knew she was ready to play and not here to finish the job quickly.

The cameras did not matter at the moment. They were not in the best of angles for them right now though as she worked her tongue against that alien phallus she would feel that those bumps were soft and squishy sinking down a little at her passing.

More than one groan greeted her work. While she was busy one hand rubbed the back of her head while the other traced the curve of her breast. His thumb pressing over her nipple swirling it in small circles as she continued.

When she opted to tease him with that mouth of hers he held back from acting at first allowing her to sate some of those needs. But his patience was not infinite as she continued to push him close only to back off each time.

He finally made his move though not in the way she would have expected. He was different than many species. Finding out that those bumps were not bumps when they began to move. Each was a tendril that extended out from that shaft. Some extended a small way brushing against her throat. Others ran over that tongue while not impeding her work they caressed the sides and bottom of her tongue from time to time.

Then his grip on the back of her head increased. Hips were moving against her mouth pressing that member into it, urging that rod into her quicker and harder when he was close once more. That shaft inflating then bursting forth.

The taste was unlike what she had been use to. That seed was rich, sweet like honey. That shaft fed into her and a grasp at the back of her head ensured that she drank it all. Not only did that cock come but those tendrils shot forth something from their tips adding to that taste that worked down her throat.

How unusual were the females of Gorjen's species? This anatomy was familiar yet strange as well. Even that cum had an effect. In humans it was far different then his own species and she would feel nourished by that cum along with being energized at the same time. If she were of the same species she would have experienced a powerful aphrodisiac and an increase in her fertility.

That cum filled her belly and once that pulsing ceased Gorjen let her head go and he stepped away. She would see some of those tendrils draw back into that shaft which was still hard and wet from her lips.

A hand rubbed against her chin then he coaxed her to her back. Lifting a leg he kissed down her thigh creeping closer to her sex. Before he reached it his hand reached out cupping it and rubbing along her slit. A sole finger stretched up to her clit nudging it in small clockwise motions.

He froze, an eye stalk turning to her as if he had just realized something. “Care to experience something new?” He asked as he set her leg down taking hold of a breast instead his palm rubbing over the nipple as that hand transverses her in a circular fashion as he gripped that orb.

“Mmmmff ..” Audible gulps pervaded the shuddering rod as he dumped his load in her belly. Her eyes drifted shut against the tide of molten honey. He pulsed in the back of her throat, delivering hot spurts of an unusual release. She drank deeply from him, uncaring of the firm grip trapping her in place when her own wrapped around his lower back to show utter devotion to the task at hand, tightening the embrace as much as the petite woman could.

Air was running out, but this was too good. After tending to men for who knows how long, their thick and pungent masculinity carried a taste she knew well and had grown fond of over time. She enjoyed the act, looked forward to it even, and played with a patron’s seed for their eyes to see as she would play with her senses.

This, however, was different. Sweet, filling and invigorating, all at once. Those tendrils sprouting from the main course were nothing short of divine either. Whatever their females looked like, all she could think of how envious she was that very moment.

Thus far, Gorjen turned out to be a prime specimen in the art of lovemaking. Phoebe could do nothing but anticipate with pleasure just one spine tingling invasion of that sublime, bump riddled spire. All that’d be missing would be the heavenly flavor of that cum, but in exchange for being explored to the last, rarely tapped crevice amidst her folds, she was willing to pass up on it.

Yet they had the night. Whether he knew it or not, sucking him dry restored some of her strength. She’d have to keep that in mind and make good use of it if she was to outlast him, or at least provide enough of a pleasant night to be worthy of his continued attention.

Shimmering green eyes looked up at him when these lovely throbs came to an end, these pursed cocksuckers moaning delightedly against the base of his groin all the while. Subtle vibrations rippled deeply through tender flesh, soaking his still sensitive man meat in her muffled approval whereas the ravishing blonde’s tongue curled and crawled about the shaft until he bid her mouth farewell with a low, wet slurp coming from lips that proved eager to keep him prisoner a little longer.

A deep breath finally filled her lungs with much needed oxygen. She licked her lips clean as eyes fluttered in orgasmic bliss, giving rise to more of the woman’s heated breaths. Enduring those tendrils hurt as much as it was a feast for the senses. She denied herself this time, barely keeping herself from being pushed over the edge. Soaked, glistening thighs were a reminder of how vulnerable her tongue truly was, and they revealed no shame in trembling with anticipation of things to come.

Her grip receded the moment he brought them into a new position. With the back against her back, she succumbed to the scene playing out within her mind for the past couple of minutes. Wildfire burned through cruelly tingling folds with his every knowing rub and tease, quickly followed by a high pitched squeal as her head shot back up toward the head of the bed. As though lightning shot through her clit, the tender nub swelled and throbbed as he rolled it around. Lithe digits dug into the sheets, turning them into a disheveled mess while her supple charms quivered and squirmed ever so slightly beneath the man’s advances.

Suddenly, his movements ground to a halt. “Nuuhnn .. Ah .. S-Something new?” Phoebe struggled to focus, but tried all the same as hazy eyes gaze up from her position on the bed, uncertain as to what more he had on offer aside from giving her more of that perfect cock. Small, perky tits heaved beneath him, trembling with the girl’s staggered breaths as her features creased into a sly smile once more. “Mnnuh .. Uhn .. Y-Yes .. Show me .. I want to experience everything.”

With her approval he crawled over her after parting her thighs. Hands feel back to her breasts playing with them in his grasp as their sexes lined up. He hovered just above her, one of those tendrils projected from his shaft only to nudge and play with her clit.

Soon she felt the head of that shaft resting against the folds of her body, so close yet so far Had she attempted to raise her hips his would rise in return always preventing her from simply taking what she wanted.

“Relax ...” She would hear him say before lips sealed over her own briefly. After a moment she would feel that bumpy spire descend as he pressed into her nice and slowly. Some of those bumps extended from the shaft only to brush against the insides of those folds. Their lengths varied, some were long wriggling threads while others only extended a small ways serving as a brush that moved against her.

Not long after that initial descend would she feel something hitting against her mind that left her feeling all tingly. A moment later she had a rather strange experience unsure if she was being fucked or had been the one doing the fucking. It felt as if she were herself and him at the same time, the feelings that hit her had been a compilation.

She could look up and see him while simultaneously seeing herself. Or was that just the mirror over head? It was tough to determine her perceptions but she felt good from head to toe. It even felt as if she had additional body parts that did not belong to her almost as if she were Gorjen.

Feeling and both experiencing at the same time. It was both surprising and overwhelming as she felt twice the experience, twice the pleasure. It was difficult making sense of what she was seeing. There were her own eyes and both of Gorjen's, one of which peered down upon her while the other took in the room.

Further, Gorjen did not give her time to get use to these sensations as he pressed inside her, those tentacles exploring her and guiding that missile unerringly towards the most delicious spots inside her. His hips moving as he filled her, dipping and twisting, he groaned, the sound echoing in her ears or was it his own? Whatever his species Gorjen had some psychic abilities. He could only share this with other beings that possessed a gift and had sensed her own potential.

Clairsentient? Did he have other such abilities? He did not appear to be a telepath or at least did not attempt to make any use of such an ability if he possessed it at all. Given the nature of his species they must have evolved to be perceptive and had enhanced senses. None of that mattered as he went to work inquiring after a few thrusts as to how she was holding up.

Hands moved over her flanks as lips surrounded a nipple as he drank her breast into his mouth, eyes peaking up at her as his tongue lashed against a nipple.