Abducted(3)

A part of her wondered if the aliens were testing her to see what aroused her. Maybe they were trying to understand human sexuality. Regardless, they were giving her the show of a lifetime. She might as well cooperate in response.

Her restraints fell off of her. She probably should have tried to run, but there was no way she wanted to miss the rest of this. She didn't care about the consequences or if the whole thing was just an illusion. The smell of her desire filled the air and it consumed her senses.

The brunette pinned her to the metallic bed. He parted her legs and positioned himself over her. He pressed the large, mushroomed tip of his cock against her entrance and held it by the base. He swirled the tip around and tortured her clitoris with its caresses.

She writhed beneath him. Her moist, parted mouth begging for unintelligible things. She thought she was going to explode from longing. She needed him inside her!

The blond had gotten off the table and was standing next to her-his cock still hard and pointed directly at her. He stroked it up and down, his face scrunching with desire for the two of them as he pleasured himself.

The brunette entered Trisha slowly. Her pussy walls convulsed against his thick cock as it slid inside her. She could feel him all over-filling her up and the sensation drove her over the edge. She cried out, not caring who heard as she climaxed, but that was nothing compared to how it felt when he was actually thrusting in and out of her. She knew she was going to be sore in the morning, even though she was slippery inside. But she wanted him to pound away inside her anyway, until she couldn't take it anymore.

Soon both of them were coming. The blond finished as well all over her chest. They cried out together In ecstasy.

The aftershocks of her orgasm and the feel of the men's come inside her body and on her chest made her shudder. She passed out with a grin on her face.

She woke a few hours later in her bed. She wore pajamas and she was drooling on her pillow. She reached down and touched her pussy, unsure if she had imagined the entire night or if it was real. Sure enough, she felt sore to the touch. Something had happened that night, but she decided it was probably best to keep that information to herself, since no one would probably believe her anyway.

She never found the ripped outfit she had worn that night. It was gone forever, but she pleasured herself to the thought of where it might be every day.