Alien Love Slave (Sex Slave Series #1) Read Free

examined, touched , wiggled , and prodded. My bellybutton was quite interesti ng evidently , and all three students spent time swirling one of its fingers in the indent, tickling me.
    I could tell what was coming next when the beam of light moved slightly below my navel and the professor began to press on my ovaries. He showed each student where each one was located and how to find it by palpitating my abdomen. At some point, I knew the rest of my reproductive system was going to be the subject of discussion, but I w as only mildly annoyed, the thought fleeting.
    The professor reached to cup my breast and jiggle the fullness of it then pinch the nipple making my breath catch in my throat. Each gray took turns playing with my breasts and squeezing my nipples. One took the activity so far as to surround my large orb with both of his long, bony hands . He would gather it up, then drop it, then gather it up again, then drop it, watching it intensely as it settled into place.
    He continued to work the flesh of my breast by cupping the outside with one of his palms then gently pushing it from one hand to the other. My breast reminded me of water sloshing back and forth in a bathtub. The gray seemed fascinated by it.
    Again, I couldn’t figure out the reason my attitude was so incredibly calm when I should be outraged and pissed that these strange beings were fondling me without permission. I can’t explain it, but I just wasn’t angry at all; it was as though the emotion was almost foreign to my mind.
    The lead gray methodically moved down my body, never speaking a word or making a sound, only pointing, touching , and caress ing. I knew the discussion would become interesting when they reached my sex , and they didn’t disappoint.
    I was moving again as the table was silently raised closer to the ceiling. All three student s came to stand between my legs where my pussy was wide open for viewing . As I looked between my outstretched legs, t he only part of the student s or the professor I could see was the top of the professor’s bald, gray head.
    One student stepped forward , and I felt cold, bony fingers touch my sex as t he first student opened the lips of my labia widely . Professor gray made a popping and clicking noise, then without warning, he flicked my clit with his finger.
    I tried to sit up as I yelled, “Shit!” in surprise at the sudden stimulation. The table was lowered suddenly , and I was panting heavily when professor gray stood over me.
    “You will not interrupt,” he said matter-of-factly.
    I was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but my speech died in my throat. The only sound I was able to produce now was air. What a bastard! You can’t flick a woman’s clit and expect her to remain quiet , stupid dumbass.
    I wondered for a moment if he ‘heard’ my insult because he turned around and stared at me before continuing his lesson.
    The table rose higher , and we were back to our previous position. The next student proceeded to flick my clit and so did the next as well as the last. Thankfully, the only sound I could make was an inhaled or exhaled gasp, lest I get into trouble once again.
    The professor, who was standing on my left, pulled back the fleshy lips of my sex and began to circle my clit with one finger. It was incredibly arousing as he continued to tease me without actually touching my sensitive spot.
    After a few minutes of his attention, I was aching to be pleasur ed, but I couldn’t say a peep about it; I could only gasp and hope he decided to ease my throbbing clit. Instead, he drew lines from just above my sensitive nub into the fol ds of my pussy then retraced the path back to the top.
    Without stopping, he made a small u-turn around my clit then ran his finger along the crease of my vulva. My legs began to shake as my sexual frustration intensified. It was beyond maddening as he continued his slow pace, leisurely tracing up, over and down, up, over then down, repeating the process