Alien inspection: discovering alien dick

Alien x fem!reader || bondage, humiliation, degradation, fingering, double penetration (with fingers), oral sex, squirting

You wait three days before you surrender to your desire to see him again. You curse yourself all the way to his office and when you knock and get inside, he looks at you like you are not better than a cockroach. It feels awful, but a part of you ignites at that. Your pussy tingles and you can feel your panties getting wet. Why does he have to turn you on so fucking much?

“What are you doing here?” He asks, looking you up and down with unimpressed eyes.

You shiver either way, his eyes feel like a caress to your skin, making you hot and bothered. Sometimes you wonder if he has some kind of magic that allows him to arouse you with just a look. But deep down you know it’s not that, you are just the little whore he calls you, and he turns you on more than anyone ever will.

“I- I don’t…” You say, trying to play coy and shy in a way.

He is not playing, though. He stares at you like you are dumb. “Be truthful or get out, I have no time to entertain human liars.” His words sting, but you know he’s telling the truth, he’s probably busy with medical stuff and probably other humans, and you hate how much that idea annoys you.

“I want…” He makes a gesture for you to continue, anger rises inside of you at his impassive face. Fucking asshole. “I want you to fuck me again,” you let out, annoyed.

He looks at you and his upper lip twitches, like he’s hiding a smile. Stupid hot alien that makes your pussy drip. “Is that so?” He sounds so smug that you want to hit him. “Okay… Let’s make a deal, human.” You shiver at the way his tone drops, it’s like listening porn, his voice gravely and so, so deep. Your panties are so wet you can feel them sticking to your pussy.

“What- What kind of deal?” You stutter, trying to look like you aren’t nervous for it, but failing miserably.

He looks you up and down again, pausing as if deep in thought. “I will play with your body once again… But you have to let me do anything I want to you.” You stare at him in disbelief.

“I- No!” You let out, too fast. A part of you is more than ready to say yes, but your brain refuses, knowing you don’t want to give him all the power once again… But deep down you know that’s a lie. You definitely want him to do whatever he wants to your body.

He stares at you and simply says: “Then you can leave.” It hurts your ego that he can dismiss you so easily.

“What?! I- Wha- I-” you sputter, babbling nonsense as he looks at you like you are stupid, once again. You hate yourself a bit when you open your mouth to say no and what comes instead is: “Yes. Okay. Yes! I agree.” Your pussy is more than happy with your answer, your body filling with anticipation.

He smirks then, his teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights. “That’s a good human whore.” You shiver at his words, shame invading your body. “Strip,” he orders.

“I- Now?” You don’t know what you were expecting, but for him to want to fuck you right there, right now… Well, you were kind of expecting him to say exactly that.

“No, tomorrow morning.” His tone is sarcastic as fuck and it angers you how much you want to slap him but also kiss him until you both are out of breath.

You look behind you, at the closed door. “Should I lock the door?”

“No. Strip,” he repeats. You shiver, the hint of danger on his tone mixed with the possibility of someone walking in on you naked in his office… It shouldn’t be as exciting as you feel. It shouldn’t turn you on the idea that somebody could watch him play with your human body until you are crying. But it does. It turns you on like nothing else ever did. Dang, you are truly perverted.

He doesn’t move when you start to take your clothes off. You aren’t wearing much, but the way his eyes lay on you is all kinds of hot. You take off all your clothes as he stares, not a word, not a hungry look, not even a smile. He just stares and stares… And you get hotter and hotter. He doesn’t say anything until you are fully naked and covering your boobs and pubis with your hands.

“Arms to the side, I want to see you.” His order makes you want to curse him, but you obey. “Turn around. Slowly.” You obey that too, your whole body pink with embarrassment at being inspected like that, almost in a dehumanizing way. Your clit is pulsating between your legs, you want to rub it so bad… He cuts your line of thought, “on the table. I’m going to tie you.”

“Wh- What? Again? But I want to touch you,” you try to argue. You do want to touch him. You want this to be more than one way…

“Then you will have to earn it.” The promise on his tone makes you shiver. The fact that he knows you will be coming back to him is infuriating but also kinda hot. And the idea that you can win a reward by being good for him… Maybe you have some kind of praise kink you didn’t know you had. But then again, he made you realize a lot of kinks you didn’t know you had.

To your embarrassment, you find yourself, once again, tied to the medical table with him hovering over you, his too-long fingers hovering over your nipples. He makes you gasp when he runs the pad of his finger them, his hands cold. He pinches and pokes at them until you are struggling against the restraints and your pussy is so wet you want to scream for him to fuck you already.

But before you can say anything about it, he moves and stands between your open legs, the spread bar in place. “I never tasted a human before…” He says more to himself than to you. He’s looking intently at your pussy, the clinical look of the first day in place.

“Wha- what are you-?” You don’t get to finish that question before his weird tongue is exploring your folds.

He licks every single millimeter he can, slurping on your juices until your face is hot with embarrassment and your pussy is dripping once again. He drinks you in as he explores with his tongue, so long that when you feel it against your hole, you beg silently. He doesn’t disappoint, getting deep and licking all of you. His tongue stops at your G-spot and when he starts to tickle you with it, you scream and come around his tongue, clenching over it. He grunts and pulls back, his face wet and his eyes blown with desire. He looks hotter than ever.

You look down his body to see his extra long fingers wrapped around what is roughly shaped as a dick. “What is that?” You ask, alarmed.

“My…” he says some words your translator doesn’t comprehend and you stare at him, dumb-folded. “I think humans call it a dick.”

“That’s your dick? It has ridges! And… and what is that at the tip!?” You sound hysterical, but his dick is as weird as the rest of him and you should have anticipated that but you didn’t and now you don’t know what to do.

He looks at you and explains, “those are prehensile muscles, don’t worry human, they will feel good inside of your tight human pussy.” His words make you hot, but it also worries you. Did he even do this with other humans? Why do you feel a spark of jealousy thinking about that.

“Wait!” You scream. You don’t know how that would work inside of you, what if it hurts?

“You said I could do anything. You promised.” There’s a hit of hurt in his eyes, like he’s expecting you to refuse him now. You sigh internally.

“I- I did. Just… Go slow?” You ask, fully expecting him to deny you and shove it in one go.

“Ohh,” he coos at you, “such a cute little whore you are, all excited to get fucked but as soon as you see a non-human dick you get scared?” You know he’s trying to tease you so you get angry and your nerves go away, and you hate that he succeeds.

“I’m not scared!” You tell him, offended.

“No? Let’s test that,” that’s all heads up you get.

He pushes inside you, slow and tortuous, and the weird tentacles at the tip start moving inside of you, touching and caressing and tickling parts of you that you didn’t know could be pleasurable. He keeps going and going, until he’s fully seated in you and he’s panting. You fist-bump the air (mentally) seeing him as worked up as you are.

And then he starts to move. The tentacles at the tip latch onto your cervix and they remain there as he starts to thrust in and out of you. The feel inside is completely alien, but so good your eyes roll back into your head. You start chanting ah ah ah as soon as he sets a good pace, not too fast, not too slow. He’s just perfect and you want to curse him for being so good at that.

“Be a good little human whore for me, come around my dick.” You are too fucked out to refuse, and you come again, clenching over his dick and feeling how the tentacles at the tip kiss your cervix in a weirdly hot manner. You don’t know what you are anymore, but a toy for his pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, you are sensitive but soon after you feel pressure on your asshole. You try to say something, but he shushes you, “don’t worry little whore, you know you like this.” You want to deny it, but it would be a lie. You enjoyed it greatly last time, and he knows it.

He pulls his fingers back and grabs some kind of liquid. He squirts some over your back hole. You whimper when he starts to push inside with his extra long fingers. His hips still thrusting into you. At first is uncomfortable, but soon it starts to be maddening in the best way possible. His other hands grabs something from the table next to you. You were too focused on him to notice he grabbed the same nipple suckers he used the other time. When he positions them over your breasts, you cry out, the feeling heavenly.

The combination of the nipple suckers, his thrusts, tentacles and his fingers… It’s too much, you can feel him everywhere and it’s driving you insane with pleasure. Something is building inside of you, and you don’t recognize it instantly, but when you feel the need to explode, you know. You have no time to alert him before you are squirting all around him, soaking his clothes and the table and probably the floor. You scream in pleasure as he jerks inside of you, warm cum filling your insides as the tentacles untangle and caress your insides on their way out. You feel his cum dripping out, mixed with your juices.

“I didn’t know humans could do that. Is it piss?” He asks you. Your mind is confused and fucked out and you don’t know what he means for a long while. He starts releasing your extremities from the restrains when you comprehend what he’s asking.

“It’s squirt, not piss.” He looks at you, confused. “It’s… It’s what happens when a human gets great pleasure,” you try to explain, not fully knowing more about it. He’s slowly cleaning you up, a wet cloth against your tender holes. He’s so careful you feel tears building in your eyes, but you blink fast to avoid them falling.

“Interesting…” He looks at you for a long moment, deep in thought. “I will have to study it more. Will I see you again?” His voice is weirdly tender when he says that, hesitant, like if he really doesn’t know how hooked up on him you are.

You want to be mean and tell him no, but you know that would be a lie, and he hates lies. “Yeah… Yes. I will see you again.” You congratulate yourself on not sounding as needy as you feel.

“Good.”