Free Milked by her Alien Master by Elsa Silk Page B

had a visual
appeal. Otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered coming here. In the slums, being
noticed was dangerous and beauty was not something I’d wanted to have. It made
me a mark and I had to hide in the house most of the time, because when I did
leave our family’s hovel, I faced how people viewed me. This wasn’t the first
time I’d been propositioned.
    The truth
sank into my gut and made me burn in the middle. If I wasn’t chosen to be an
alien concubine, I’d take her offer. A sudden, keen ache tempted me to accept
her come-on now, to kiss her lips that were so unbelievably tempting as they
weren’t before. Her offer was the best I’d ever gotten, and a sudden fear she
wouldn’t renew it and I’d lose all opportunities struck me. I wanted to please
her. This doctor must make a good living, working for the aliens. My body shook
and my nipples hardened into tight points. A warm, delicious feeling spread
from my belly out and I loosened a bit, eager to see what came next.
    Like a
weight lifted off my shoulders, I stood straighter. I wanted, I needed, and for
the first time, I knew I’d not only save my family from the early deaths of
pure poverty, but I’d be taken care of. I could be happy.
    The doctor
made a humming sound. “So damned lovely. Are you getting wet from my
suggestion? Do you like the idea of a woman licking your pussy?”
    My mouth
fell open and I almost answered, but she let her hand fall to my waist and as
she took her touch away, brushed lightly down my hip and around to my ass. “On
the table, love.”
    She
slapped my ass. It stung with a heat that quickly faded into something
pleasurable. I gasped.
    She helped
me step onto the table and guided my feet into stirrups. Then she strapped them
in at the ankle and spread my thighs enough to step between my legs.
    “Go ahead
and relax back.” Her voice was husky and red streaked across her cheek bones.
“I usually only get to this part of the exam once or twice a day. Too often,
I’m done at the lie detector stage.”
    I did as
she said and tried not to think about the male guards watching.
    “You’re
eighteen?” The doctor stepped back and carefully slid the stirrups wider,
wider. I tried to jerk up, but she pulled me until my ass slid all the way off
the edge of the table. Only my back remained on the table.  I’d have dangled
off except for the contraption holding my legs. I tensed against the feeling
I’d tumble to the floor until she leaned over me. Her weight held me as she
brought a strap about my chest. That security relaxed me. She rounded the table
to the end again and strapped my thighs in place. Every touch and movement
thrilled through me and a pulsing started in my womb. My skin was so sensitive
that every breath tickled against the small of my back where the weave of the exam
table dug into me.
    My legs
were so far apart, she was able to sit in a chair and scoot forward until she
was staring straight at my pussy. My long-guarded and protected pussy. I
quivered and a moan slipped out. I heated in my core and a trickle of my cream
slid from me and down toward my ass. I blushed hot and fast from my cheeks down
my chest.
    I was at a
slight incline so I could see her expression loosen from the professional
demeanor she’d had when I entered the tent. She licked her lips. She murmured
as she watched my folds plump—something I could feel and envision perfectly. I
was so turned on I had to wonder if there was something in the air in the tent.
It had to be the serum. I knew it. My tits ached and I had to grind my molars
in my fight against rubbing my nipples in front of three guards and a doctor.
I’d never been naked in front of another person since I hit puberty.
    “Don’t
forget what I said. If for some reason they don’t see what I do and send you
back out here, I will give you what you need. And I promise it will be only you
I care for. Until one of us is ready for a change. And I will at some point.
I’d have to.