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Nerrita
made a small sound.

Getterus
stood straight, away from Vorreka and a dark purple blush streaked over his
cheekbones. He scowled, and I didn’t know what he’d been whispering into the
other man’s ear, but it didn’t go as planned. Nerrita explained, “A minority of
our females have been blessed with medical treatments that have allowed them to
carry an infant. Only a certain number have the trait that allows it. I do not
have it.”

That made
me even more confused, but I didn’t need to understand the inner workings of
their species. I only had to learn my place.

“Come, sit
with me,” Vorreka said pleasantly as he lay back, his hard cock pushing against
the sheer fabric of his pants. Then his tone went harsh and commanding. “Now.”

Nerrita
let go of my hand and Getterus joined Vorreka upon the bed, stretching along
the other man’s back and pressing against him. My master’s cock was hard and he
remained flushed, but he didn’t pull down his pants or touch Vorreka’s in any
other way.

I rose and
on weak legs went to the bed he reclined upon.      

“Do not
take advantage, Vorr,” Getterus spoke low in the director’s ear.

Vorreka
breathed out in a long exhale that held some exasperation. “If you’d give in
and let me fuck you again, I wouldn’t be so frustrated with you.”

Nerrita
joined me and with her guidance, I stretched along Vorreka’s front, not quite
touching him and Nerrita lay pressed into my back. Her pert breasts pressed
against me and I regretted the fabric that kept our skin from touching. She
brushed my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck. Then her hands
tracked down my chest as she whispered into my ear. “You are so beautiful and
of a gentle, sweet nature.”

She parted
my shift and lifted my breast. Vorreka smirked at Nerrita. The unguarded
expression showed sheer jealousy and certain triumph when he bent toward me and
took my nipple into his mouth.

I jerked
and gasped. Pleasure spread from that point of contact were he began a gentle
suctioning that made my eyes cross and my pussy quiver. My milk let down and
flowed in a heavy stream. My unattended tit leaked onto his face and he
groaned. It seemed to set him off. He crushed me into his body and suckled
hard. His cheeks indented on every pull and his mouth took in as much of my
breast as he could cram into him. Each of his swallows tugged my elongated
nipple further down his throat.

I came
from the fierce suckling.

I let out
a scream and wiggled, eager for something to fill the ache in my core.

Getterus
was suddenly there, his mouth latching onto my other nipple with a grunt.
Fingers shoved between my legs and slipped into my pussy. I recognized
Getterus’s mouth more than I saw him as my eyes had slammed shut. And the
workings of the hand between my legs could only be Nerrita as she writhed
against my back and panted in my ear.

I forced
my eyes open to see the ones giving me this pleasure.

Getterus
molded against Vorreka to get close enough to me to suckle. His hand had
reached into Vorreka’s pants and he pumped the director’s cock to the same
rhythm that he rocked against the man’s hip. Getterus still wore his pants, but
Vorreka’s had pushed down enough for Getterus to stroke. The dark head of Vorreka’s
cock streamed with come and his nursing grew more frantic as his swallows
pulled me deep into him.

Nerrita
crooned as she teased my clit and rubbed her breasts against my back. Her hard
nipples burned me through the fabric of our dresses. “That’s it, sweet. Give
them what they need. That’s it. Take what you need from me. Ride my hand.”

With both
of my breasts flowing into the hungry mouths suckling at me and the encouraging
of my mistress’s hand and voice, I came again, shuddering and quivering all
over.

Warmth
splattered all over my torso and Vorreka gave a painful tug on my breast with a
harsh groan. His entire body shuddered against me. The smell of sweet, pure
water surrounded me. Bodies slithered and moved around me. Vorreka remained at
my breast and when Getterus pulled away, the director covered my lonely tit
with his hand.

Nerrita
hissed and gripped my hips.

She panted
and her groin bumped mine. My vision was still blurry from coming twice, but I
finally realized Getterus was fucking Nerrita with abandon as he made small
grunting sounds and the slide of his cock rubbed against my ass as it worked in
and out of Nerrita.

The both
expelled a loud rush of air at the same time and the gushing of Nerrita’s cream
slicked my leg with Getterus’s semen as he continued to pump in and out of her
after he’d come.

Soon, we
all fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. A rustling of fabric nearby and the
clicking sound of Vorreka made me curious. I peeled my heavy lids open to see
the man who’d been speaking to Vorreka as he sat nearby, stroking his long hard
cock while staring at my tits.

He came as
he caught my gaze on him. His come shot in streams and landed on his vest and
even some on his face. His black tongue darted out and he licked it off his
face.

Vorreka
chuckled. “Setterus, I have told you I’d do that for you.”

“Sir,” he
replied and shot from his seat, tucked his cock into his pants, and strode
away.

“Setterus
still playing coy?” Getterus asked with an answering chuckle.

Vorreka
scowled as an answer.

Nerrita
ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my sweaty forehead. She
nuzzled my ear. “Enjoy yourself, love?”

“Yes,” I
admitted. Guilt threatened until she slid a touch down my arm.

“Good.”

“Enough of
a show for the Assembly, Vor?” Getterus sat at my feet and stroked my calf.
They soothed me like the pet I was.

“I am
satisfied.” He gave a contented chuckle. “Be sure you don’t fall into my trap.
As I did with you, Gita. And ask the dear-heart if she’d like to attend the
next Assembly. And whether or not she does, put in appearances. Share her
occasionally. I’d certainly be honored to be with her in those times.”

“Yes,
sir.” Nerrita said solemnly.

She helped
me to rise and adjusted my tunic.

Then, my
masters led me away, back through the large room full of passion, suckling, and
flinging limbs.

When we
returned home, we took a long leisurely bath. As we settled into the steamy
water and the soreness of my thighs and breasts gave me a unique satisfaction,
I stretched. I was content.

Earth hung
in the window and I stared at it until Nerrita encouraged us to leave the bath
and go back to bed. She smiled. “We should stay in bed for weeks. It is our
honeymoon, after all.”

Getterus
hugged me from behind as we stood staring at my planet. He reassured me, “This
is your home. Anything you want, or don’t want, I will abide. If you do not
want to share your milk or any sexual favors again, I will not regret any loss
in standing. I will abide your wishes. You are my mate and when I saw your
fear, I wanted to erase it, but then, you seemed to enjoy yourself so I
followed your lead.”

“I did,” I
admitted. “I enjoyed it very much, but only because you and my mistress were
there with me. It was you I was pleasing.”

He kissed
the top of my head.

“You are
with us. I am as much yours as you are mine and Nerrita’s. A mating is open, if
all are willing. It is the custom. But even so, and others have formed
commitments in the same way, we would never share sex without the other. There
is no enjoyment for me unless Nerrita and now you, are there.”

“I want to
share. I want for others to be able to breed.” I touched my stomach, for the
first time realizing that my masters believed I carried our child. “But only
with you, and only when you want it as well.”

“You are
perfect for us.” Neritta joined us and stroked a hand over mine, pressing our
fingers against the skin of my nude belly.

My masters
cared for me. They took me to bed and gave me pleasure again. Then they
snuggled and curled around me. They protected me.

They would
continue to share my milk with others at times, but they’d be with me. Holding
my hand and extending their love. I knew they’d love me just as I would them.
Soon, I’d call them Gita and Nita.

Very soon.

***

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stories by Elsa Silk,

Including the next Alien Masters

Captured by her Alien Guard
by Elsa Silk

I was
abducted by aliens for breeding. Injected with a serum, I found myself mated to
Setterus, the guard I’d secretly lusted over in his visits to Earth. To make
him mine and fit into this new, strange culture, I have to accept my 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 thing didn’t want to close.
Already my milk leaked, soaking my bra and running down my stomach. With a tug,
the fleshy globes squished together and I worked the button into its hole.

It popped off and flew across the room.

“To hell with it then.” I stared down my body. I had curves
in all the right places, a bit extra on top, and it all showed—defiant and
completely unapologetic for bursting out of my clothes. My fully exposed
cleavage could hide an entire DVD case.

Six months ago I’d had my baby. Chloe, my little girl, was
having her first sleepover at grandmas while mommy was gonna go out and get
some. It’d been a while. Not since the one night stand that’d ended with a
sweet baby and these gorgeous tits had I had a cock. I licked my lips and ran
my fingers over the tops of my breasts. I’d never had my boobs fucked. Time to
do something about that. At least, I should take advantage of this hot-to-trot
mood. Besides that one-nighter, I really didn’t do things like this. Things I
I’d do tonight.

The moment I told Tim to set me up, I knew I’d seduce my
blind date no matter what the man looked like. Besides. Tim was okay. His
friend would be, too. I didn’t worry he’d be a serial killer or anything. I
just worried he’d be too uptight for a no-strings one-nighter.

I smiled and my skin shivered.

My nipples puckered against the black lace that barely
covered them and poked straight out, pushing the shirt even further to the
side. Milk dripped through the thin material. I didn’t care. I threw a
thigh-length jacket on, slid on my fuck-me red stilettos, and left the
apartment, a bounce in my step.

It was time. Tim said I’d recognize the car. I shrugged and
shut my door behind me.

Outside at the curb, I opened my coat a bit and the breeze
caressed my bared skin. The sound of evening traffic had a different feel and
the hot scent of city reminded me of lurid nights. I sucked it into my lungs.
My leg showed nearly to my cunt and my tits struggled to surge out of the top
of my coat. A long black car, maybe a limo—what did I know?—screeched to a halt
and the back door threw open. A sexual thrill made my breathing go rough.
Someone was in the back.

My blind date.

I climbed in and a low masculine grunt made my pussy go wet.

“Like what you see?” I purred.

*

Strawberry in Cream
(Milk & Board #2)

By Elsa Silk

(Lactation sex, lactation fetish, masks, erotica, adult
breastfeeding, breastfeeding fetish, strawberries, food sex)

The silver foil wrapped package had a red silk mask tying it
shut. My hands trembled as I picked it up off the floor outside my apartment
door and brought it inside.

There was no doubt who it was from. I knotted the damn
strings trying to untie it. It was a shame to ruin the mask. It brought tingles
to my pussy imagining the uses for it. The lid slid off and a whiff of Devin’s
cologne made me giddy.

The cream parchment paper of a note fluttered.

My beautiful Cindy,

Wear this tonight. I’ll be there at 5 p.m. with a
reputable babysitting service paid for until 11 p.m. when I will return you to
your door. The sitting service’s card is enclosed.

--D

I sank to the floor and fingered the sexy texture of the
yellow dress in the box. My mind whirled at the high-handedness. Devin
couldn’t’ dress me. He couldn’t decide when I’d go out. I hadn’t even seen his
face, not fully. I didn’t know him. Sure, we’d shared some incredibly amazing
petting, but he didn’t own me.

But my body betrayed me. My pussy swelled at the thought of
finally getting that big cock. I hadn’t made up my mind to go until I was all
dolled up, in the damn yellow dress that clung like it was painted on, and the
door chime sounded. My red fuck-me stilettos didn’t go with the dress, but the
mask trailing in my fingers told me he wanted them. I clacked to the door, and
stared at the red polish on my nails as I held the knob. I hesitated. But I
turned it.

I knew what he wanted, and when I opened the door, I knew
I’d give it to him.

*

Honey in Cream
(Milk & Board #3)

By Elsa Silk

(
Lactation sex, lactation fetish, masks,
erotica, adult breastfeeding, breastfeeding fetish, video sex, voyeurism,
honey, food sex, contract sex, spanking, crop, anal sex
)

I stretched
beneath the ropes binding my upper torso to the back of the office chair and
clenched my fists against the arm rests I was bound to. My legs were spread
wide and secured over those same arm rests. My pussy ached to be filled but was
fully empty, shaved bare, and dribbled with honey in front of a video camera
streaming my delicious torment to countless men who all wanted me.

But the only man
who’d be touching me was Devin, my lover of several months of once-a-week
extreme sex that rocked my world. The mask he’d slipped onto my face before
starting up the video session turned me into a sex starved creature as soon as
the silk touched my face.

“Please,
master,” I begged. We’d promised one another to only use these terms—no
names—while the camera was live. And it always started with a note, every
Wednesday morning. Like today’s:

Cindy,

Be in my
living room, naked, and ready to accommodate my wishes at exactly 7 p.m.

Bring the
mask and I’ll bring the honey.

I’m going to
suckle your tits until your milk squirts all over the ceiling.

Devin.

Trust me, I’d
hit the ceiling before.

Ever since
seeing the word honey, my pussy had gone soft and willing. I’d ached all day
with anticipation. The usual sitting service was at home with my child. And
now, after what felt like hours but had to be only half the usual hour session,
my breasts leaked milk down my honey slathered torso and Devin leaned over me,
carefully keeping the view of my body open to the viewers, and licked my milk
from the tips of my breasts as he dribbled warm honey on my tight, elongated
nipples.

“You are so
horny, aren’t you?” he whispered against my puckered skin. “Do you want my cock
in your pussy?”

I moaned,
suddenly afraid to beg. Cause if I did, he’d sense what I really meant was that
I wanted to surrender completely to this strange dance we’d been performing for
weeks. Finally, I caved…

*

Copyright
:

Milked by her Alien Masters

Alien Masters #1

Elsa Silk

Published by Kinky Inck.

Copyright © 2014 by Elsa Silk.

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Cover Copyright © 2014 by Elsa Silk.

First Published Electronically 2014.

This is a work of fiction. The
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events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.