“I know.” Seri whines in reply, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, “And look at me: working - so - hard.” She punctuates each of the last three words with a thrust of her torso, rising up and down as she drags her supple meat over his girth. Her hands settle on his thighs, squashing her cleavage tighter as she works him. With a little shuffle, she nestles in, arching her back to present him with a better view of her rear. A soft gasp trips free of her lips as she grows accustomed to that thickened heat pumping between her breasts.
A thrill ran through Nami as the dock master’s eyes feasted on her. Heat filled her body. Did she feel like she was taking back some kind of control, by choosing to flaunt herself like this? Or had Thassco trained her better than she’d ever realised? It did occur to her, fleetingly, that she might not need to undress any more – she obviously had him excited already. But he hadn’t told her to stop. And she didn’t want to stop. Whatever madness had hold of her, it wasn’t over yet. She slipped off her shoes first, losing a couple of inches of height in the process. She continued to slowly move her body, her bare breasts swaying from side to side now, as she turned away from him – not all the way, so that the swell of her chest would still be in view. Then she unfastened her belt and began to slowly lower her trousers, wriggling to work them past her broad hips. As she got lower, she bent down to pull them past her ankles and feet – raising up and pushing out her ass in the process, presenting it fully towards the man. As she turned back around, she draped her arms over herself, framing her body’s curves while covering nothing much. She moved closer to him before lowering herself onto her knees, looking up at him, lips parted as she panted for breath. The last sane parts of her could only be glad that the others – Cha’ye, Kaelaen, Jura – couldn’t see her now.
The man licked his lips, a sweat forming on his forehead. He reached for her shoulders, as his skin became darker. A light moan escaped his lips, she could see that he was enjoying himself. Then, she could feel his shat bulging, twitching - he was about to cum.
The man could hardly contain himself. He reached to his trousers, fumbled some time, before finally getting a grip and unzipping his pants. Soon, a decent sized erect dick jumped from his pants, right in front of Naomi's face. The man put his hand on Naomi's head and started guiding her to his dick.
“Oh!” She gasps, and the gasp becomes a low, throaty moan, as she realises just how good she feels. Seri stares up at Kaangor, her toes curling in delight, as she relishes that pulsing heat between her pillowy breasts. Kriff, she wants what’s coming: she chose this, she earned this. Even in such a submissive position, down on her knees and working for no one’s pleasure but his, she feels a rush of validation and pride. Is she using her body? Letting it be used? Yes. To get what she wants, the way she wants. She grasps her tits, moulding and squeezing them around his twitching meat, working him over diligently. “You’re close, right?” She murmurs, lips parted, tongue flicking out teasingly, “Because I did well? Because I’m a good girl?” She grins impishly, but there’s a pleading edge as she works for her praise.
The man looked down on her, drops of sweat forming on his forehead. "Oh, you're the best girl~" His voice broke a little. "A best dirty girl~" He grunted, and moments later, he leaned back, thrusting his chest up, hot seed shooting from his dick~
Nami had time to take a deep breath as she let the man – she didn’t know his name – guide her head forward. So close to him, touching now, she could sense his pheromones, his excitement infecting her in addition to her own. Her tongue darted forward, giving an experimental lick, tasting him – but there was no pausing here. She looked up, attempting to meet his eyes, as she wrapped her lips around the head of his hard cock. Taking him little by little in her mouth, her hands resting on her own thighs, she prepared to see if he would let her continue to set the pace, or take charge himself.
As her lips wrapped around the tip of his shaft, a hiss escaped his throat. He grabbed her head, impatiently, and pulled her, his dick moving deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. Then he slowly started moving her head back and forth, fucking her mouth...
She surprises herself with an elated squeal, flinching at the impact of his sudden rushing release, which reaches as far as her chin and cheeks. The rest spills across her breasts, pooling in her cleavage, and she shudders happily at the warmth of his load against her skin. A shallow breath escapes her, as she slowly eases him free of the nest of her tits. She takes him in both hands, almost reverently, eyes trained on his, even as a pearly mess runs from her chin. “And a grateful girl, a good girl, cleans up after herself, right?” Her mind buzzes happily, entirely lost to her little role. She shuffles lower, bottom planted on the floor, legs out at the sides, as she rests Kaangor’s messy cock against her lips. Her tongue finds his flesh with another shudder, as she begins to lap at his length, cleaning up the remains of his load.
A squeak of surprise had time to escape from Nami as she gagged before beginning to relax into what was happening. She let her upper body lean forward so that he could use her more easily, her heavy breasts now resting against his legs. With his hands gripping her head, she could almost literally taste his lust, his sense of urgency – like an out of body experience, blowing all thoughts out of her overstimulated mind. There was only the rhythm of bobbing back and forth, sucking and licking, as she was made to take all that he gave.
Olena allowed an amused smirk and a quiet giggle to escape her at Adot's needy command - one supposes the rebel officer wasn't one for dancing around the point of a "conversation." However, as the tricky insurgent opened her mouth to tease, a pair of fingers managed to envelop one side of her ear and meet on either side of the fuzzy-yet-membranous shell. Olena inhaled sharply at the sudden stimulation of her sensitive, organic radar dish, her free ear flicking in sympathy to its mirrored twin. Her blues blinked out of view once, twice, before remaining wide open as she stared into nothing. All of this took place within two heartbeats - then Adot found herself manipulated onto her back with a sudden strength from the Amazonian Amaran. Olena slipped between her superior's legs, spreading them around her waist as she brought her foot up. In a display of dexterity and flexibility, the furry farmer managed to clear Adot's hip, planting her foot right next to it... Allowing her to lean forward and mash her entrance against her lover's. "As you wish, ma'am!" Olena growled, almost ferally, as her hips began to roll and her abs hardened and relaxed with each motion. If Adot had wished to get fucked rather than subjected to foreplay or "merely" being made love to, she had gotten what she was hoping for as Olena tribbed the everliving lust out of her. The usually sunny rebel had a narrowed gaze, panting and growling with effort as she settled into the dominant role her superior had surrendered to her, breathing hard in a mix of pent-up ecstasy and effort. No more snark, no more teasing, just one pair of lips going to town on another. Olena reached down, grabbing Adot by the meat of her thigh, before hefting it over her shoulder, twisting the latter's hips to allow the former to pound her with greater speed and intensity. The foxy freedom fighter channeled the energy of her past dalliances with rougher partners - usually men bigger and stronger than her, but she expected from this position, she could trib her lover into a drooling mess just as well as they could do the same to her with proper cocks. The thought and memories caused a sympathetic whimper to escape Olena, naturally arching her back as her orgasm already began to approach, tail following suit to emphasize her heart-shaped derriere to any would-be observers.
The shaft, as it slid into her throat, quickly returned to youthful erection, hardening and becoming bigger in her mouth. A taste of cum, that touched her tongue, was little salty, but not overly so. "Indeed~" the bartender said, chuckling lightly as he put his hand on her head. Besides that, he stayed completely passive. "You said that you had something for me... After this~"
"Your lips.... Uh, mouth feels good - warm~" The man moaned out, even as his grip on her head tightened. His movement became faster, little more erratic - Nami could feel it would not take long for the man to cum.
Adot's eyes widened as she suddenly fell on her back, her waist was still below the water. She moaned, as the two's lips met, melting into the kiss. As Olena started grinding her hips against Adot's, she could tell the woman was enjoying it - really needing it. For a moment, the small lake filled with noises of pants and moans. The furry alien could smell the woman's growing excitement, and see how she was quickly approaching her own release.
Olena slowed for a moment - just a moment - to catch her breath, steadily rotating her hips to keep Adot engaged as she allowed the electric sensation of finality to run from her crotch to her brain and back. Then she hugged onto Adot's leg and got to work, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched with effort as she tried to last as long as she could under her own onslaught. The emerald leg was framed by a pair of white-furred breasts, the Amazonian Amaran's toes digging into the soil as she grew closer, closer, closer- "F- f- FUUUGH!" Olena squealed as every muscle in her body locked up - perhaps as much from the exertion of tribbing Adot underwater as it was from her orgasm - as she squirted against the officer's raised leg. If her lover was still trailing behind, Olena would offer an exhausted and desultory scissoring to try to help her across the finish line, just to be polite. Once it was all over, the furry farmer would allow Adot's leg to relax and slip off her shoulder as she descended on her, softly kissing her abdomen and working her way up to the chest between attempts to catch her breath. "Eh. Eheh. Did you find what you were looking for?"
“Mmmph— mmm,” was the limit of Nami’s reply, but even such praise as that was music to her ears. Though her eyes watered, her lungs struggling to find enough air, she pressed on, eager to please, thrilling in the flood of sensation. Her hands, no longer gripping her thighs, had found their way down between them, now stroking her clit and stoking the furnace-heat of pleasure rising in her belly. Close, so close…
Seri fairly melts at the sensation of his hand on her head. In that moment, she feels she could stay down here forever, slowly licking and slurping him clean, holding him as he ebbs and flows in her mouth. She hums happily, almost drowsily, around his cock, her lips wrapped softly as she tastes and bobs. “Mhmm.” Is all she manages, struggling to remain focused, as her blue eyes flicker back up to his.
For a moment, nothing else matters, but pleasure the two were drowning now in. Their minds focused on single task - prolonging their enjoyment of the pleasure. Finally, the two reached their peak, almost at the same time - Adot arched her back with a loud moan, her body shuddering with pleasure as her juices flown from between her legs, mixing with water. She panted for a moment, not able to answer, before smirking, as she turned, pushing Olena on her back. "My turn~" She said as she moved her head between furry's legs.
For a moment stopped talking, he only continued grunting as Naomi's tongue traveled along his shaft. He continued thrusting, moaning. She could smell his sweat - a drop fell from his chin on her forehead. As he moved faster, a loud moan was her only warning, before his hot seed flooded her mouth as he started climaxing.
"Tease~" He said as he helped her on her feet. A moment later his lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking it, while other hand groped her other breast. After a moment he removed his mouth, and his hand moved between Series thighs. "So, what was the surprise, you were talking about?" He asked, as his finger slowly slid between her lower lips...
