Suckers for Sex III
By Alexandra West
Published by Alexandra West
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Alexandra West
Cover Art by:
Ginger McCarty of The Virtual Page
Also by Alexandra West:
Sir & Master
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Suckers for Sex III
“What is it about nipples?” Becky asked, looking down at her breasts. Perfectly sized, in her opinion, they overflowed her hands just enough when she held them. Like she did now, covering her nipples with her palms as she massaged her breasts.
She saw Nicole and Madison exchange glances out of the corner of her eye and ignored them. They had been kidnapped weeks ago and now were stuck on an alien ship with only each other for company. She didn’t need to care about what they thought of her because they’d have to put up with her anyway.
Nicole sighed. “I don’t know, Becky. What is it about nipples?”
“Well, nipples are what make boobs naked,” she said. She jiggled her breasts, keeping her hands in place. “They’re not naked now.” She closed her fingers together so more of her breasts were exposed but her nipples were still covered. “And they’re still not naked now.” She moved her hands so her fingers just barely covered the pink of her nipples. “Not naked yet…”
Then she released her breasts and grinned at Madison and Nicole. “And now they’re naked!”
Nicole’s eyes widened and she blushed, staring at Becky’s breasts. She then cleared her throat and stared down at her bowl of food. Becky grinned and tied her robe closed again. As far as she knew, Nicole hadn’t said anything to Madison about her and Becky’s sexual tentacle encounter. Becky didn’t want to say anything. She didn’t care if Madison knew, but it was Nicole’s choice.
Madison didn’t seem to have noticed the exchange, seemingly preoccupied with being angry about being kidnapped - as usual.
Nicole and Becky’s eyes met for a moment, and Becky grinned, remembering their shared orgasms at the will of the tentacles.
“I’m… I’m…” Becky breathed.
“I know,” Nicole said, the words more of a moan than actual words. The tentacles were relentless, thrusting into them and squirming inside them, barely moving out before pounding back in again.
“There!” Nicole screamed. “There! There! Yes!”
Becky and Nicole came at the same time, clinging to each other as the orgasms burst within them. Becky buried her face against Nicole’s neck as Nicole pressed her cheek against Becky’s wealth of blonde curls. Nicole smacked her hands on Becky’s ass, pressing her fingers in to bring her closer. The tentacles kept thrusting, sucking every ounce of energy from every last wave of pleasure that coursed through their bodies.
Nicole looked away again, and Becky sighed. The way Nicole liked to be talked to, called a dirty little slut and a naughty girl got her off to a level of intensity that Becky admired. Nicole was a woman who was just discovering her kink and what it could do for her sex life.
Madison sighed, catching the other women’s attention.
“Do you think we’re moving?” she asked, looking up at the ceiling. “I wish they would at least let us see outside. Are we in space? Are we on a different planet? Are we still on Earth?”
Becky said nothing. Part of her wanted to see outside too, whatever it might turn out to be. She understood how Nicole was feeling bored without much happening besides sex, sleep and meal times with her and Madison. Madison was easy to read; she was just restless. All the three of them had were their own private rooms, the hall that connected them and the large ‘cafeteria’ room they now sat in and it just wasn’t enough for a woman who liked running and sunshine. The aliens had provided everything but sunshine - if they didn’t count the fake sunshine in the incredibly real holograms that the aliens sometimes played for them.