After another long moment of indecision on my part, I slowly knelt down, placing my knees on the soft carpet beneath me. He reached for me, cupping my chin with his fingers and trailing his thumb across my cheek. His touch made me more keenly aware of his drying seed on my face and the cum still dripping from my well-used bottom hole. I was incredibly dirty, and I just wanted to be clean again, to wash away the events of today and start all over again.
“You came here looking for work, didn’t you,” he asked, his tone thoughtful.
“I need money. All I’ve got are the clothes on my back, which you destroyed, and my backpack, which has everything I own inside it. Wherever that ended up,” I muttered, wondering if that was lost for good too. I remembered having my bag when the slaver tried to kidnap me, but with everything that had occurred afterward, I had lost it in the shuffle.
“You won’t need it. Instead, you’re going to work for me,” he said, lifting my chin and meeting my gaze.
“Work for you? What does that mean?” I questioned, furrowing my brow with suspicion.
“We can talk about that tomorrow,” he murmured. “Now, you’re going to earn yourself a bath and maybe, if you’re especially well behaved, some clothing,” he added next and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
“What do you want me to do?” I questioned, unable to keep the glimmer of anxiety from my tone. I so wanted to be clean again. I was so dirty.
“You’re going to suck my cock. If not, you’re going to bed covered in my cum and the dirt from the market,” he said rather matter-of-factly, and I shivered.
For a moment, I weighed my options. I could do what he asked and earn myself room and board, at least for the night. I had no money. I couldn’t even rent the cheapest hotel room in the city and I especially didn’t want to wander the streets of Dryac at night. I wasn’t that stupid. I’d almost gotten kidnapped in broad daylight by a slaver. I knew even more dangerous creatures roamed the streets of this place at night. I’d be lucky to survive until morning if I went back out there.
At the same time, this alien had taken me as his. Had publicly punished me with his belt and fucked my ass in front of the entire market and stripped me entirely naked for all to see. What more was he willing to do to me?
I licked my lips.
I could go along with it. At least for a little while.
I smiled, just a little bit. I’d make him enjoy it, but he was going to regret treating me that way before I was through.
I nodded, not saying a word. I didn’t want to betray myself and just wanted to appear that I was going along with it. Fresh clothes and a nice bath would be nice after all, but I’d find them myself. I didn’t need his help.
He unbuttoned his pants, slowly revealing his cock beneath the dark fabric. I bit my lip. I looked up and gasped a bit. It seemed much larger when I was up this close and I nervously fidgeted, wondering how I was going to fit all of it in my mouth. I had no doubts that before this was over, my throat was going to be much sorer than I anticipated.
I swallowed apprehensively.
He pushed his pants down just enough to reveal the entirety of his shaft. I studied him more closely, taking note of the pulsing veins to either side of his cock, the thick head, and the parted slit at the tip. It appeared to be a normal dick for the most part, but there were a few very different features that a human didn’t have. On the gentle curve of his shaft was a bumpy textured area, one that when placed correctly would rub the upper portion of my inner walls. The tip of his cock made a circular motion then, something a human dick certainly wasn’t capable of doing. I bit my lip and pressed my thighs together. I was wet again.
“Do you like what you see, little human?” he asked, all while raising his eyebrow with amusement.
“Yes,” I breathed.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I did like what I saw. My nipples pulsed and my clit throbbed greedily. I wondered what it would feel like between my legs, as it fucked my virgin hole for the very first time. Would it hurt? Would I like it?
Would he make me beg for it?
Did I want him to?
Fuck. What was it about this man? It was like just being around him switched me into a salivating little whore that just wanted some dick. I shuddered, trying to control my rampant arousal but failing utterly and completely.
Well, better get to earning my keep then.
I leaned forward, gingerly placing my hands on his thighs and looked up at him for approval. He was staring down at me, but his expression was a mystery. He looked proud like he was enjoying himself but there was something else there that I couldn’t quite identify. I swallowed anxiously, glanced down at his cock, and opened my mouth.
Carefully, I opened my lips wider and pressed my head forward so that the head of his cock just entered my mouth. Tentatively, I licked him, circling my tongue around the tip. He groaned softly.
“That’s right, naughty girl. That’s my wet little mouth,” he murmured, and I continued to explore his length with my tongue. I licked him up and down and was rewarded with another groan when I did so.
His hips pressed forward, and I opened my lips wider, taking his entire head in my mouth. Slowly, he thrust back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper until the tip just pressed against the back of my throat.
I gagged just a little but realized that it wasn’t too bad. I could do this. Even down on my knees, I was controlling how deep his cock went in my mouth. I was granting him access to my throat and not the other way around and it felt like the most powerful thing in the world.
I was controlling him.