Page 37 of Infiltration

She whimpered when the thick digit entered her, again when he pumped in and out of her. He took advantage of her parted lips to kiss her deeper than before.

Her hands slammed his chest, though resistance was far from her thoughts. The powerful arousal sweeping through her made her movements harsh. She kicked helplessly as he shoved a second finger in.

“Yes, you should be naked the instant you show up here,” Kuran whispered. “Then kneeling for a proper welcome when we come in at the end of the day, eager to start the night as ours.”

The fantasy drove her to gush over his working fingers. She imagined walking in the greeting room, shedding her clothes as the clan gathered around her, then sinking to her knees to serve them in turn after their long workday.

Fuck, yeah. She wished she could rewind the evening to make it happen then and there.

Kuran maneuvered her onto the low table in front of him. She was suddenly staring up at the ceiling and Etnil’s and Rihep’s handsome, avid faces. The dishes had disappeared.

The grinning Dramok and Imdiko grabbed her arms and pinned them to the table as Kuran yanked her panties off and bunched her skirt at her waist. As a third finger plunged in her, his lips and tongue found her clit. She arched against the smooth surface beneath her back, shouting her delight as bliss jolted through her sex.

Her blouse and bra disappeared. Etnil won the race to her breasts, his voracious mouth gobbling her generous mounds and nipples as if he starved for soft flesh. Rihep chuckled and concentrated on kissing her, his plundering no less enthusiastic.

Hot, wet mouths everywhere, tasting and feasting on her as they held her down. Kuran stabbed his tongue deep to replace his fingers. Her whimpers and moans punctuated the soft liquid noises of their indulgence. Her body sang at each kiss, lick, and nip. She trembled beneath them as they fed on her.

As always, helplessness increased her arousal. Her inability to escape their attentions, though she had no urge to do so, added the spark of illicit pleasure. Illicit, because she’d come from a society in which free sexual expression wasn’t only frowned upon, but deadly. She continued to feel the repression she’d lived under the first thirty-two years of her life. Every time she obeyed lust, it gave her the delicious thrill of consuming forbidden fruit.

Kind of how she was being consumed at the moment.

Kuran rubbed her clit as he ate her pussy, driving her toward ecstasy. Her trembling grew to quakes as her cunt clenched at his driving tongue. Her hips rocked frantically to gain more friction, eagerness to climax robbing her of control.

Kuran’s mouth left her. “Naughty,” he growled. He forced her legs wide enough apart to spank her pussy, making sure not to strike her clit and send her over. She squalled as he delivered heady sting after heady sting.

“Are you misbehaving?” Rihep asked, also pulling away. “This is how you repay us for pleasuring you?”

“I didn’t mean it,” she wailed. “I couldn’t help it!”

“You’ll learn better then,” Kuran said, his grin fierce as he delivered a last smarting smack.

“I love teaching bad girls lessons. Just call me Professor Etnil.” Etnil released her tingling breasts.

“Good. It’s her turn to serve us.” Rihep climbed up on the table with her, kneeling as he opened his pants. His fat, gleaming cocks tumbled free, releasing his spicy arousal scent.

“Damn right.” Kuran unleashed his own lengths and pulled her ass to the end of the table. His shafts lined up for the first thrust.

“Second course, sweetheart.” Etnil knelt opposite of Rihep, his cocks gathered in one fist and lowering toward her face. “Finish everything on your plate.”

Stacy had no opportunity to react. Kuran filled her at once, making her take him to the hilt. She cried out at the enthralling blast of ecstasy-anguish. It drove her to the verge of orgasm.

“Atonement is good for you,” Rihep said, holding his shafts as Etnil did. He rubbed the tips on her lips. “Show us how much you want to be forgiven.”

Quivering on the edge of rapture, Stacy kissed and licked what he gave her. Then she did the same for Etnil. No doubt discerning how close she was by how her cunt clutched him, Kuran held still, embedded in her, denying her any slight movement that would send her over.

Stacy sucked the ends of the men’s intimate flesh in turn as they masturbated against her lips. Her head moved from side to side, up and down, eager to earn forgiveness…and whatever else they decided to grant her. She channeled her thoughts on it, pretending her cunt didn’t ache to come.

It helped to devote herself to them. After a few minutes, her pussy’s spasms had quieted enough for Kuran to begin moving. He fucked her slowly, his lips wet as he watched where they joined, as he witnessed her yielding sex and ass accept his cocks.

When Stacy wasn’t catching glimpses of him between the other two, her gaze was rolled up submissively to whomever’s cock she was sucking at the moment. She took as much of them as she could, the tapered tips growing to girths she couldn’t manage more than three inches of. Rihep and Etnil enjoyed what she offered, however. A drop of pre-cum waited from each man when she lavished licks on him as he pumped his lengths. The wetness of their excitement smeared her lips, cheeks, and chin, adding to her excitement.

Kuran rocked between her legs, his dark gaze hooded as he alternated watching himself fuck her and her attending his clanmates. “Suck those cocks,” he growled, his groin clapping to hers. “Let me watch your pink tongue do what it’s meant to.”

She shivered at the demanding tone. Sometimes Kuran could sound as controlling as Rihep. She whimpered when he slapped one heavy breast, then its twin. The stings added to her craving. Her tongue rubbed the tip of Etnil’s primary until he moaned. She did the same to Rihep.

“I want to see them both give you a nice mouthful of cum,” Kuran grunted, rutting harder. “That would be beautiful, watching them shoot off down your throat and you letting them.”

Her pussy clenched. Rihep and Etnil gasped as they worked themselves harder. Kuran rarely took the lead, but they were going along with his fantasy. She welcomed the temporary change of leadership because the idea was so damned hot.

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