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Today, enjoy a sexy challenge from Clan Rihep for Stacy:
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It was nearly an hour later when the group finished dinner and cleanup. Stacy was pleasantly mellow, having imbibed in as much leshella as Rihep had allowed. He’d been very precise when it came to the amount she could drink, giving her hopes he had exciting plans for her later in the evening.
Stacy had come to terms with the intense sexual activities she and her men preferred. Quiet research had informed her she was far from the only woman, including those who held positions of leadership, who indulged in surrendering to men in the bedroom.
Or in the office. Her thoughts strayed to Kuran bending her over her desk to spank her bottom and fuck her senseless.
Submitting to her lovers was the tip of the iceberg for Stacy. She also found a moderate amount of pain enthralling as proof of the power she handed to them. She loved it when they were gentle, but she came hardest when they were demanding. It was a quirk in her personality she’d decided to embrace instead of fight. The fact her Kalquorian lovers tended to be alpha beasts in bed, even easygoing Rihep and silly Etnil, coincided nicely with her tendencies.
Her wishes showed every indication of coming true when Rihep, setting dishes in the washer, spoke in his typical quiet tone without looking at her. “Stacy, go to the sleeping room, undress, and wait for us on the bed. Kneel in the pose I prefer.”
“Yes, my Dramok.” In an instant, a switch was thrown. Stacy Nichols, who could shout down and shut down half a dozen political opponents at once, bowed her head in subservience. She turned and headed for the door. A smack to the ass from Kuran’s palm told her to hurry, so she did after yipping at the blaze of heat.
As soon as she got in the bedroom, she flung her clothes off in haste. Unless she wanted a round of discipline to start, she should be in place and ready to serve when the men came in the room.
She paused. Did she want punishment right off the bat? No, it would be more exciting once they’d warmed her up in other ways. She kicked her jacket, blouse, and trousers against the wall, uncaring of how they’d wrinkle.
Her butt cheek still baked from what had been a casual swat from Kuran. Though she could hear the hum of conversation coming from the kitchen, Stacy climbed on the mile-wide bed and knelt at its edge. She couldn’t be sure Kuran’s voice was among those speaking, and he was adept at showing up unexpectedly. The Nobek was uncannily silent when he approached. His love tap as she’d left the kitchen might have been an indication he was in the mood to chastise.
Her pussy throbbed at the notion of a spanking or flogging. Maybe she should invite discipline after all.
Except she couldn’t guarantee it would be the type she preferred. She remembered misbehaving and orgasming before she’d been given permission one night. The next day, she’d been made to wear a vibrating pad on her clit during work. Kuran had been phased as usual, turning the silent vibe on to keep her aroused, especially during meetings. When she was alone, she’d begged him to let her come, her pussy aching in need. He hadn’t allowed it, nor had Rihep when she’d joined the clan in their quarters that night. They’d put her through her paces for hours, making sure of her obedience to their commands. Only then had they finally allowed her to come. Climax, fended off for so long, had been more agony than relief. When they noted it, Rihep, Kuran, and Etnil had forced her to orgasm until she begged them to stop.
Stacy shuddered at the memory and assumed the expected position, a good little girl obeying her Dramok master. She knelt, spreading her knees as far apart as possible to display her shaved pussy. She laced her fingers at the back of her head, her elbows spread wide. The posture lifted her breasts like an offering.
She stayed in place, listening to the sounds of at least two of the men cleaning up. In the room, silence was a held breath. She imagined Kuran in the doorway, which her position didn’t allow her to view. She imagined him standing there and watching her, waiting for the least sign of disobedience to Rihep’s command so he could make her pay.
Her pussy flexed, and wetness slid from it. She hated orgasm denial, but the mere idea of being under the clan’s control to the extent she’d face it should they be displeased by her in some fashion excited her anyway.
Twisted, lady. Very twisted.
Fuck it. Being dominated by the trio got her literal juices flowing, and she refused to deny herself the thrill.
Talking from elsewhere in the home had ceased. She listened hard for footsteps, her breath quickening in anticipation. Soon. They’d join her soon and see she’d been a dutiful girl. They’d reward her in the ways she enjoyed best…or test her further, as their whims might dictate. It didn’t matter either way; she was theirs to do with as they wished.
There. The slightest hint of footfalls heading down the hall her way. Stacy trembled in anticipation.
Kuran strode into view before the sounds reached the door. He had been watching her. His smirk, which she saw as she lowered her eyes as was expected, told her he was in the mood to make her pay for failing to give him a reason to punish her. Excitement made her pussy throb.
“Did she behave?” Rihep’s voice, though as calm as ever, was edged by steel.
“Impeccably. I suggest a reminder of what happens when she doesn’t anyway. Besides, she’s been sitting too comfortably lately.”
Corporeal punishment. A spanking of some kind. Stacy tried not to quiver and betray her eagerness and gratitude.
“In a little while. First, she should offer us proper salutation to start our night of pleasure.”
Rihep’s gray trouser legs appeared in Stacy’s downcast view. He cupped her breasts, as if testing their weight, and bounced them a little in his palms. She bit her lips together as he roughly massaged the fleshy orbs. She remained as still as possible as he enjoyed himself. She offered no refusal when his calloused fingers and thumbs pinched her dark nipples and pulled them to taut points, though splinters of hurt dug into them and a jolt of purest yearning shot through her soaked cunt.
He at last released her breasts and opened the resealable seam of his tented crotch. Thick, veined cocks sprang out, gleaming in the low light filtering in from the hall. The delicious cinnamon-y scent of Rihep’s arousal surrounded Stacy.
“You may show your gratitude to serve.”
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