Page 100 of Earth Girls are Easy… To Dominate
And then it stops. I’m attacked by cold air as the commander rolls to his back by my side.
“Ride me, pet.”
I blush from head to toe. His cock points to the ceiling, dripping with pre-fluid. Mini-selves push my legs until my knees bend, and I’m rolled into a sitting position. They lift my right leg and guide it over the commander until I’m perched over his body. Fear chases my flush away as I measure his member against my body. Starting below me, it reaches the bottom of my ribs. Will it push my uterus from my pelvis and scramble my insides?
“Do I need to tell you twice?”
“I—I-I don’t know how,” I say as my chin drops to my chest. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Oh, my sweet pet,” he murmurs with awe interlacing the words. “You honor me.”
Mini-selves grab my forearms and legs with a firm grip. I’m lifted from my perch. Fingers explore my folds and dip into my body in a delicious tease. Overcome with pleasure, I lose my balance and rock forward. Two hands—from two different mini-selves—catch mine before I hit the bed. My hair swings over the commander, framing our faces in gold. Nothing is off-limits as the mini-selves tease my nipples, rub my clit with the commander’s tip, and test my dripping vagina.
I’ve never felt more beautiful in my life. My reflection in the spaceship wall is a work of art. He treats me as if I’m made of glass as he suspends me in the air. I blush from head to toe as tiny hands push my arousal higher and higher. My nipples distend into fat, elongated tips that dip obscenely into the commander’s mouth. It’s shameful to watch my wanton display, so I close my eyes.
“I like you looking at us, pet. Do you see what I see? Watch how your beauty grows as I enjoy you.”
It takes all the strength I have to open my eyes and meet my gaze in the mirror. Who is this wanton woman? I would guess she’s a stranger, but I tingle with each touch; electricity darts between my nipples and clit. Desire coils my belly into knots. My hips swing without my instructions as if seeking something. I’ve explored my body before, but I’ve never worked myself into such a frenzy with my fingers. What is wrong with me?
“Now, watch me, pet,” the commander says with a dip of his chin. I follow his gaze to the junction between my legs. A mini-self’s fist disappears into my body and emerges dripping with my arousal. Another mini-self licks his fingers in the hottest display I’ve ever seen. “That’s me, harvesting your nectar—the mostprecious liquid in the galaxy. One sip cures all our diseases, but more importantly to you, it eases our joining.” No sooner had his words emanated from my chest than they were raising me over his cock and notching him at my entrance. “Take what you can.”
Oh, my God. I want it all.
As I slide down his shaft, all my pleasure points light up at once. The burn of his invasion reshapes my insides from a timid, sweet girl into the independent woman I’ve always wanted to be. I chose to surrender to him. I chose to allow his shared-mind mini-selves to touch me. The way he bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut makes me feel more powerful than all my accomplishments on earth combined—even more than graduating or moving out of my parents’ house.
“More,” I cry in a moan when they stop lowering me. I take a deep breath and add, “Fill me.”
My opening stretches obscenely around his girth. I’ve taken about half his length. His face scrunches with pleasure during our joining, but is he far enough inside to get off? Where is he sensitive? I hope it’s not just the base, or this will be very unfulfilling for him. Am I taking too long while overthinking this? His eyes are still closed. Is he watching me through the eyes of another body?
I push the mini-selves’ hands away, letting gravity take me down. It hurts deep inside my body, and there’s blood on his cock when I raise myself up an inch. Is that because I gave him my virginity or because I’ve injured myself? I’m too crazed with desire to care. The stretching mixes with the cervical pain and the drag of my clit along his shaft to brew a firestorm in my brain. I bounce up and down, guessing this will get him off.
It's not working. His eyelids flutter open, and his lips twist into a smirk. My confidence falters. I let my inexperience show. The one time I try to take control, he’s smirking at me.
“Please do it for me.”
“Do what? You’re putting a lot of energy and effort into bouncing on my cock. Isn’t that working for you?”
“No, and you know it’s not working for me,” I whine. “Please do it for me.”
“Again, pet,” he says an octave lower. “Do what? I want the filthy words to come out of your sweet mouth.”
“Please,” I whisper. “Please get us off. Please use my body to—to—climax.”
“Nice try, pet,” he says, and I canhearthe smile returning to his voice. “Tell me to grind your sweet little pussy on my cock and tease your pretty little clit.”
Can I say those words out loud? Even Lisa doesn’t say them. Maybe she does in the bedroom, though. It’s not like I’d know.
“Please make our sex get us off?”
“Are you asking me if that’s what I said? Because it’s not.”
“Please grind us together,” I whisper. My face flames hotter than where our bodies meet. “I don’t know how to get us off.”
“The. Words. The words, or I’ll spank your little bottom red.”
I gasp. He’s not kidding. “Please grind my pussy on your cock and tease my clit to get us off.”
“Good girl,” he says with a nod.
