Aspian males were larger then their human counterparts. In fact, the shortest Aspian Mila had ever seen, towered over her at a mere six feet ten inches. She kneeled at her masters bed, head down. Her long brown hair covered her eyes as she snuck glances to see him pace back and forth.
The long corded muscles of his legs flexed with each step. Mila licked her lips, remembering how those hard limbs held her legs wide apart while her master sunk his ample inches into her eager flesh. Five years ago, when she’d first learned of her fate as a pet, she thought her life over. However, she’d learned to love the physical demands of her position.
After the Aspians had defeated Earth and assimilated it into their empire, Aspian males soon discovered the appeal of human females. Unlike their own women, human females were delightfully receptive to Aspian sexual needs. Also, the diminutive physical appearance was highly arousing to the Aspian men.
Mila had first seen an Aspian female three Earth years ago, when her Master’s selected breeder arrived to mate during her fertile cycle. Every three years or so, the women go into heat. She was a hulk of woman. The Aspian female’s size was equal to if not taller than her Master.
Mila would have mistaken the woman for a male had she not seen her breasts and cunt when the Master fuck her. The whole mating ritual had taken a little over an hour, from start to finish.
It was as impersonal as taking a piss. Her Master’s breeder was cold and un-emotional. Aspian females didn’t seem to enjoy sex for pleasure. Mila found it so ironic since the Aspian males were incredibly sexual.
Perhaps the Aspian women with their muscular, thick boned bodies and broad facial features simply held no appeal for them. Human females seemed to fill a specific void for the males and Mila wondered if things where always so undemonstrative between Aspian sexes.
He turned suddenly and Mila felt a shiver of anticipation shoot down her spine. In his current mood, the fucking would be hard and hot.
“Mila!”
She snapped her head up, then quickly lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Crawl to me Mila…”
He was sitting in the armchair across from her. She noticed the scales, which contoured down his spine and over his hipbones, continuing until they completely covered his ten-inch cock, glistened with the spicy secretions of his arousal. He was built like a human man, but much larger.
His yellow reptilian eyes dilated to large black oblong circles. He had hair that fell down his back in a mass of thick ebony silk. His grayish skin was smooth around his cheeks, nose and mouth. The points of his ears poked through the black strands framing his angular face.
Mila had not considered him handsome at first. However, the longer she remained in his presence the more his visage softened to her eyes.
She crawled slowly, as she knew he liked. When she reached him, she leaned her upper body down until her head brushed the floor and lifted her ass up in the air in invitation. She had been trained to pose this way every time her Master entered the room or summoned her to him.
Cool fingers stroked the back of her head, a second before grabbing a fist full of brown curls and hauling her up to her knees so that her face was positioned directly in front of his crotch.
The thick column of flesh in front of her dripped with sticky peppermint tasting lubrication, secreting from the scales covering it. Mila waited. Her breath became shallow and she felt the trickle of pussy cream seep from her cunt. She licked her lips…feeling somewhat impatient…please let me taste…suck…mmm…
She dare not speak her thoughts. The last time had awarded her several hours of confinement in the cage. Too long to go without his cock. He was deliberately forcing her to wait, but she knew his need was much to potent and he wouldn’t last too long without her hot mouth wrapped around his dick. With a groan, he shifted his hips forward and laid his head back against the chair’s headrest.
“Suck…”
Mila leaned forward and grabbed his cock by the base. Her small hand looked like it was trying to wrap around a giant salami. His girth was so great her fingers couldn’t touch. She brought the tip to her mouth and licked the tiny hole at the tip. His penis didn’t have a mushroomed head as human males did, instead it was more funnel shaped with the top thinning slightly to form a blunt point.
It didn’t matter to Mila; this cock had brought her unimaginable pleasure. She slid her lips further down, using her tongue to lap at the smooth diamond shaped cock-scales. He sucked in his breath as she managed to swallow him a little more then halfway. Her other hand stroked the underside of his scrotum, where a tiny gland was hidden that drove Aspian men into a frenzy. He grabbed her hand and squeezed gently.
“I don’t want to come yet my pet.”
His voice was gruff, yet Mila could hear the humor in his tone. With a movement too quick for Mila to comprehend, She was across the room lying in her slave swing face down. The contraption supported her abdomen with a wide soft leather strap. It had columns built around at four corners, placed about four by four feet apart.
Her wrists were quickly shackled to the posts in front of her and her ankles to the ones in back. Her Master flipped up the back of the swing and positioned it so that her head could rest, relieving the strain on her shoulders from being suspended in air by the shackles.
He moved behind her and pushed the two rear columns forward so that it forced her legs to bend, knees outward and her thighs to spread wide.
When her positioning was to his satisfaction, he stepped back and walked a circle around her. The slow predatory way he moved caused shivers of expectancy to travel Mila’s body. The tingling jolts of arousal settled below her waist and she felt the lips of her sex swell open.
Juice spilled from her cunt as he came to stand between her splayed thighs. She felt his demon eyes focused on her pink pulsing pussy. Her breathing became choppy and she whimpered once.
Thwack! Silence!”
Mila bit her lip to keep from screaming as the stinging pain of his heavy handed smack soaked into her left ass cheek.
She almost gasped when his hands gripped her hips firmly. Her body shook. She tried desperately to stay still, however the need coursing through her was so intense that she couldn’t help pressing her ass up and humping against the tip of his cock.
Thwack! Thwack!
This time she did cry out.
Thwack!
Biting her lip to the point of drawing blood, Mila managed to remain quite. A few seconds passed, before his hand stroked the burning flesh of her ass.
“There, there…now I will fuck you…is that what you want…”
Mila didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her body was so tense with unreleased arousal that her mind was in a spin. She couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone speak.
However, her Master was demanding.
He fisted her long brown hair and yanked her head back, making her arch painfully toward him. He bent forward, brushing his lips against her ear.
“…I said…” he pulled her back further causing her to cry out again, “…is that what you want pet…for me to fuck you…”
Mila forced her pounding heart to calm. With a shaky breath, she tried to answer him.
“…Y-yessss…”
He yanked her hard…Tears filled her eyes…
“Yes!”
One more yank…
“Yesss…what my pet…”
Mila heaved deep breaths…her body shaking from pain, but more from the uncontrolled throbbing arousal pumping straight to her core.
“Y-yes, Master..p-please…mmm..Fuck me!”
He released her head and squeezed her hips, a second before impaling her balls deep in one swift stroke. He waited. Mila knew what he was waiting for. She pressed her ass back against him letting him know that she was ready for a hard ride.
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Double Vision Part Two — Lucy Felthouse
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Taken aback, but not perturbed, Becky smiled, pointing back towards the kitchen. “Just let me put the groceries…”
“Do as I say, turn around, and let me put this on you.”
Becky’s body responded immediately. She turned around so Paul could slip the silken material over her eyes. He tied it carefully so it wasn’t uncomfortable for her, and took her hand. He led her towards the bed, pushed her gently onto it, and quickly joined her. Silently, he started to undress her, peeling her clothes away, layer by layer, until she was completely naked. She had been nude in front of her husband countless times, but somehow the blindfold made her feel more exposed – she didn’t know what he was doing or how he was reacting to her nakedness.
“You trust me, right?”
Becky nodded a reply, still trying to work out what on earth was going on. She felt the bed shift as Paul’s weight moved off it. She knew he hadn’t gone far, she could hear noises that resembled the sound of clothing falling to the floor. It kind of sounded like he was undressing, but if that were the case, he was wearing an awful lot of clothing. She wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her.
Crawling back onto the bed, Paul straddled his wife, and that’s when she realized he hadn’t been undressing after all. She could feel the rough material of his trousers against her skin, and the stroke of cotton against her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her.
“You’re beautiful. And I want you badly. Can you tell?” he asked, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his erection.
Nodding, Becky became very aware of the dampness between her thighs.
“You’re a very attractive woman, Becky. You know that, don’t you? I see men looking at you when we’re out, and I don’t blame them. In fact, I enjoy it. Because I know at the end of the day, you’re mine, so I’ll let them share you for a little while. They’re looking at you now, you know. Do you want to see?”
As her lust-addled brain struggled to catch up, Becky’s heart pounded in her chest when she realized what Paul was getting at. Did she want to see the men looking at her? Surely he hadn’t? They’d always vowed never to risk their relationship by bringing someone else into it – even just for sex.
Not waiting for her reply, he leaned down to pull off the blindfold and Becky opened her eyes, amazed at what she saw. Standing tall and rigid…surrounding her from every side…were mirrors. Somehow, her crazy husband had sourced several, huge, freestanding mirrors and placed them around their bed. The results were impressive. Becky could see herself and Paul from an array of different angles –him, in uniform, she completely naked. There were reflections, and reflections of reflections – countless uniformed men straddling nude women. There were sheets scattered across the floor that had been covering the mirrors – the undressing noises she had heard earlier – and they added to the eerie sensation that she was in a universe filled with beds and lovers.
“The fantasy broke our rules baby, but you know I’d do anything for you, so I got as close as I could.”
“I’m a very lucky girl,” she replied, looping her hands around her husband’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “I can’t wait to be shared amongst all these men – fucking in lots of different positions and having a cock in every hole.”
“Dirty bitch,” he mumbled, against her mouth, “now let’s see about that cock in every hole, shall we?”
Pulling away from the kiss, Paul straddled Becky, placing his knees on either side of her shoulders. He undid his trousers and pulled his prick out. He pushed it down with his hand and began rubbing it over Becky’s lips. She stuck out her tongue, and Paul brushed his cock against it, savoring the feeling of her talented tongue caressing his shaft.
Glancing to his right, Paul watched several men getting their cocks teased by several women. It was quite the turn on. Twisting his head a little more, he caught a glimpse of his wife’s snatch in the mirror, pink and glistening. God, he couldn’t wait to be in there. Turning back to the real version of events, he fed his cock into Becky’s mouth so she could suck it properly.
Getting his bell end nice and wet, Becky teased him relentlessly, sliding his cock deep between her lips, almost deep-throating him. Then she pulled back until he almost popped out of her mouth. She gobbled his shaft down again and repeated the process. Just as he started to approach orgasm, Becky changed tack and started sucking at the shiny purple head of his cock, alternating between fast and slow movements. She knew how to drive him wild, and loved doing it.
If Becky strained her neck a little, she could see the reflection of the back of her uniformed husband, and herself, sprawled naked underneath him. Spreading her legs, she had an excellent view of her pussy, which in her opinion was desperately in need of some attention. Even from this viewpoint, she could see how swollen her labia and clit were. Popping Paul’s cock out of her mouth, she said, “Baby, I’m so wet for you. Touch me.”
Reaching around, Paul stroked his fingers over Becky’s pussy. She was, indeed, very wet. He rubbed her vulva, then dipped a finger inside, coating it in her abundant juices. He brought it to her lips, and greedily, Becky sucked her own arousal from Paul’s finger. He did it again, sliding two fingers inside her this time, then lewdly finger-fucked her mouth. The third time, he tasted her juices for himself.
Shifting his weight, he moved back down the bed and hopped onto the floor. He grinned up at Becky before he grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. She giggled, and caught sight of her face in the mirror, flushed but happy. She giggled again, but stopped abruptly as Paul spread her thighs and pressed his lips between them.
He licked and teased her, flicking the tip of his tongue across her vulva, barely touching her clit. He planted butterfly kisses and little nibbles on the delicate and sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It felt delicious.
Ever the obliging husband, Paul slid his hands under Becky’s thighs and pulled her tighter to his face, so much so she wondered if he could even breathe. She swiftly forgot her worries as he began to work hard on her clit, alternating between long flat strokes of his tongue and small but fast flicks. What made it all the more exciting is she could see it from every angle; several uniform clad men feasting on her body. Becky closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her.
After a few more minutes of Paul’s expert ministrations, Becky felt herself tighten, both physically and mentally. She grew tighter and tighter – a rubber band on the edge of release. Sensing her approaching climax, Paul slipped his finger into her soaking hole once more and crooked it up towards her g-spot. At the same time, he pulled her clit gently into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. Together, the two movements released the elastic band; and Becky’s climax hit her – hard.
Her whole body writhed on the bed as she called her husband’s name, her cunt spasming wildly in the throes of orgasm. Paul watched his wife’s reaction with undisguised delight. She was so beautiful when she came – completely wild and abandoned. He was desperate to bury his cock inside her and fuck her hard until she came again – then he’d pull out and cover her stomach with his cum.
Giving her a few seconds to recover, Paul wriggled his trousers and boxers down a little – enough so his movement wasn’t restricted, but not so much that Becky wouldn’t be able to see them in the mirror. Then he stood, leaning over the bed and looked at Becky. Once they had eye contact, he raised a questioning eyebrow as he stroked his eager cock. Smiling, Becky gave a nod, and that was all he needed.
Placing his hands beneath her thighs once more, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed, then lifted her bottom until she was at the right height. He used one hand to guide his stiff cock into her hungry pussy, and slid home. They both sighed as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. She was so wet he could feel her juices coating his cock, dribbling down his balls and saturating his pubic hair.
Pumping slowly in and out of her, he could see her craning her neck in order to see their coupling from myriad directions. He suspected she was probably checking out his ass, too. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Albeit reluctantly, Paul slid his cock out of his wife’s pussy, and lowered her bottom to the bed. Before she had chance to comment, he said, “Get on all fours.”
Eagerly shifting into her favourite position, Becky shuffled to the edge of the bed, her ass wiggling tantalizingly before his eyes. He playfully slapped her cheeks, and then grabbed her and manoeuvred her so she was almost parallel along the bottom of the bed. He put one knee up on the bed and entered her once more.
The method to his madness quickly became clear. Though it was a little awkward, it was worth it. Twisting to see the mirror closest to where their bodies joined, Becky could see them in all their glory. Paul had deliberately spread her ass cheeks to give the best possible view, and she could see his thick cock splitting open her pussy lips and pounding into her. She could also see the crinkled skin of her asshole. Knowing Paul could too, she tensed and released, causing the tiny hole to open and close like a little mouth.
His cock stiffened further in response, and after giving a few more hearty thrusts into her cunt, he pulled out. Then he transferred some of her copious love juices from her pussy to her ass, working his finger, then two into her tight ring of flesh, preparing her. Soon, he felt her ass relax as it got used to the invasion, and he replaced his fingers with his cock.
Slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, he inched his way into her bottom. He gritted his teeth as the iron grip around his cock threatened to inspire climax. Soon, he’d filled Becky’s arse, and he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion.
A wiggle of her ass and a muttered, “OK,” was his green light. He started with shallow movements, and as her ring opened up to him, he pounded harder, deeper, and faster. Judging from the noises Becky was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he. He noticed her head was turned to the side the whole time, watching them fucking. Her eyes roamed from her own face, to his, to her bouncing breasts, to where his cock kept disappearing inside her. She began pushing back against him, spurring him to go faster and faster.
It was then he knew he was never going to come on her stomach. There was no time for that. Reaching under Becky, he sought out her swollen and slippery clit, and pinched, rolled, and stroked it as he reamed her ass. Wailing like a banshee, Becky pushed more and more roughly against him, and he knew she was almost ready. So was he.
Seconds later, he felt the grip around his cock increase considerably, followed by rapid contractions. Becky was coming. The extra stimulation spurred on his own climax, and he pulled out quickly, spurting his hot spunk all over Becky’s quivering ass cheeks and gaping rear hole. The couple moaned and groaned their way through their orgasms, and their eyes met in the mirror. Instinctively, they knew they were thinking the same thing.
They’d be sad to see those mirrors go.
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Did you miss Part One of this sexy tale? Read it first here. Read more of Lucy’s sexy stories here.
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.