Or Saurian Sex Slaves Pt. 08

They had tried to be most discouraging of him when he did this at first. They would lift his head away or turn so that he couldn’t explore the harness. This had the reverse of the desired effect, the more they tried to keep the harness from his explorations the more he pressed he on with his exploring efforts!

So it came to pass from her study of the romance files (see appendix 3) that she told her theory to her Joined that she believed he was exploring their harness as he would a woman’s brassiere, in an attempt to remove it. This made them all giggle in their hisses at his silliness. She was of course one hundred percent wrong. But romance is a difficult subject for space whores to be sure. Had she found a section about how to entice a man with lingerie she would have been less confounded and arrived at the real solution to his behavior. He was turned on by women’s undergarments. But space whores don’t need to have true understanding to please a man, which was so unlike pleasing a woman, and for that they would have thanked their lucky stars, had they any understanding of it all.

She had continued having him devote his attentions to her breasts while he “humped” her thigh for some time. His happy inducer leaking all over her rubber encased thigh. The secret she had long ago learned was to keep him wanting her to stimulate him with out frustrating him. As long as she could restrain him from reaching a climax and still hold his undivided interest in her by ratcheting up her stimulation of him he would be happy and massing seminal fluid in his prostate to discharge for her. The Saurian females were fortunate to have to been able to sense this in him so much more easily then any earth female could have. Because the Saurian’s delicately sensitive tongues were such accurate barometers in detecting levels of sexual excitement. She could taste when his eagerness for her began waning, and then she would offer up some thing additional to stimulate his senses. He was very much rapt with her, especially now. So he responded to her lightest touch like a well trained show horse did at the spurring of its rider. She had led him to exchange places with her so that he now lay back against the acceleration lounge and she was standing over him.

She bent to lower her self to his waste while watching his eyes as she slithered down along his chest to bring her massive rack to bear on his still drooling tool. Her eyes locked on his the whole time, she batted her long black glued on eye lashes at him as she did.

Foxy pressed her gelatin filled chest orbs around the phallus she so worshiped causing it to make happy little spasms for her. This made her stop, and as she still held his gaze, she could command him with a rebuking look alone. Again as he was fixated with his mistress, he replied “Yes my mistress I will control myself. Please let me feel you rubbing me again, don’t stop!” he said beseechingly of her.

William both loved and hated this part, in truth he didn’t want to wait he would have preferred to have blasted himself empty all over her big fake tits then and there. Secretly he loved the way she made him last, so he could enjoy such fucking great sex! Because whenever she finally did take him, he came like an Ox! Indeed his climax’s had become so severe he had blacked out on more then one occasion

So the frustration he well knew was more then worth it. If he had ever learned the frustration was so that he could “milked” to maximum effect for the sole purpose of producing “cocktails” for sale on the black-market, he likely would have insisted on a lot more frustration given what was involved. Not that it would have had much positive impact, Foxy knew best so it was fortunate for William that it was she who was in charge of his frustrations and not he.

Foxy knew he couldn’t control himself but that she could and that was the whole point wasn’t it. Her stopping wasn’t because she thought he was in any danger of passing the season with her, it was to make him beg. His expression of subservience to her was required to help him to continue to turn over complete control of himself more fully to her tender mercies. And he really was fully under her control.

He could she also knew ejaculate at any time he chose and she couldn’t stop him but she knew he would not. No more then any other crewmen of the Prometheus would fail to perform in their duties for reasons of personal gratification.

She could push him over the edge though, when she wanted to. She had done it on more then one occasion denying him permission to turn a season, and forcing him to it at the same time. He would struggle and try to hold back as thick ropes of his season burst from him, but all that resulted was that he enjoyed his season’s end less. So she now always carefully avoided that.

She tity fucked him, watchfully gazing up at him as she did. She could burry his cock in chest cleavage leaving only the slit at the top of his cock visible, and then slide herself up his length making it disappear into the enticing view of her immense cleavage. He was very much stimulated by the sight of her cleavage she well understood.

So with her frontal cleavage display wrapped around his cock she pushed every one of his buttons that sent him to climax and he didn’t end his season with her because she commanded it of him even though she could taste just how very badly that he needed to unload on her titties.

That didn’t much matter to her, she had tasted that he wanted to cum on every other part her body she used on him anyway. But for this trip they had to confine him to climaxing into her chute. He always produced the most of his fluids there, rather then when he was taken in any other way. It had taken them a while to find the reason as his flavor for that was so subtle. And when he was ending a season and was full of electricity his flavors were in chaos.

It was two flavors that they had found that explained it, the first was the easy one to find. It was a control issue, in the chute cup he had full control at his season’s end. (Too much control the day he had shredded her cup!) And he could drive as hard and as fast as he liked before his final fervor, and his changing unsteady rhythm was part of that.

By taking his season in any other way they couldn’t reproduce the exact levels of friction and movement that he needed at the last, not even they could tastes his changing flavor quickly enough. Thus only he could make those last moment alterations in his rhythm and contact that brought him to peak climax which in turn produced his maximum volume of issue.

William loved the way she gazed up at him when she tity fucked him. He had taught her do that early on. It was a way of letting him and her bind in a way. Watching her tit cleavage under normal circumstance was arousing to him. But seeing it and feeling it simultaneously fuck his hard cock produced a feedback in him creating an enormous level of arousal. And having her eyes on him, made him feel that she was saying “Yes, I know exactly what I am doing to you and you have no say in it all. Each wave of pleasure the sight of my tity cleavage sends thrilling through your body I can see in your eyes you can not deny me. I have caught you in your greatest weakness. And I know that you know that I know it too.

This secret shame in being “caught” added to his pleasure more then anything else she did to him. In the past when she let him ejaculate his season onto her during tity fucking he had always had to look away as he spurted on her. He would look back after to see her supple tongue grabbing up globs of his sticky seed off her face where she tried to direct the largest volumes of his climax. Again it was her staring gaze that gave him his greatest pleasure.

He had never been able to endure holding her eyes though during his actual season’s passing. It was too intense for him. After they had made planet fall and could get back to a more normal sex life she would take some time and start forcing him to stay focused on her eyes through out, but for now she tasted he had sweetened as fully as he was ever going to. She was about to pass his.

She rose up along his body the same way she had gone down it, she kept her belly firmly pressed against his big fat inducer keeping it happy and stimulated at full sweetness was crucial. She guided him around to again exchange places so she could lie back on the acceleration lounge. She kept her tail rap simulated ass at the edge and raised her legs straight up, he entered her egg chute with much urgency though with care as he had been disciplined to do. He fucked her chute in a fast hard steady pumping rhythm in her. “My sweet pet male your mistress will take your season from you now, spend your season this instant inside your mistress’s you can deny her nothing!” She thus gave her permission to him.

He made no reply, she has pushed him as far as he could go. She believed if she cut his head off at this moment his body would still continue to completion. He grasped her around the thighs and pulled them tightly together and swung her legs so that both of her spiked heeled feet were over his right shoulder. This gave him the ability to lift her hips off the lounge top and swing her hips slightly to meet his incoming thrusts increasing the speed and friction and angle of his penetration. His gaze was caught on the bright red toenails on the toes she curled tightly for him, he lost all his rhythm then and plunged him self against her hips as hard as he could.

He expended himself forcefully into her chute, though it took a long while for his season sack to spend itself, spasm after spasm sent hot eruptions of seamen deeply into Foxy. She could feel with her chute flexors the pulsations of his repeated sperm blasts and watched as the pleasure that looked more like pain washed through his entire body.

He was pressing his lips tightly to one of her shoes at the arch with his eyes fixed on her tightly clenched toes and the bright red nails. I just knew it, she thought! Even the display of the cleavage of a woman toes was feminine cue. As was often the case Foxy the space whore was wrong and William had just never mentioned that he had a bit of a foot fetish.