Cock sucking, balls against chins and cheeks, tits being suckled, and of course, tentacle play. Creatures flew, slithered, and walked in the same dire...tion really: sex and lots of it.Somewhere in the many galaxies, an alien was caught by smaller aliens, a primitive tribe of aliens, that tied her down and ravaged every part of her body, cocks plunging into her ass three at a time, hands greedily grabbing at her tits, milking her like a cow, and shoving each other to used her long tongue before. I leaned down and slurped up the cum that was congealing on the side of her face. Yuck. Cum is not tasty, no matter what your secretary tells you, but it's ambrosia compared to cold cum. I let it pool on my tongue, then lifted her chin a little more and stuck my tongue down her throat. I quickly managed to pass the goop on to her and closed my mouth. Experience beats youth every time. I gave her a look I'd long practiced as Allied's disciplinarian on the 12th floor. "Swallow honey." She gulped. "What do you suggest, Marie darling?" I asked realising this was the first time I called her darling which came quite naturally - and maybe now we were a real item and I did not mind one iota being everything she wanted of me, then I felt sexual enough to be a little crude and daring suggesting "Cock?" She almost creased up laughing which was a sort of relief because I realised she could have been quite offended."Trust a man to want' to call it by a common definition, of course that is nice. Shame."You really are pretty and I think this will make you prettier. Willyou wear it...for me?"I didn't want to. But if it would help me do my job better... Myprofessionalism was at stake.Blushing, I took the nightie into the bathroom. I held it against mybody. Mr. Kent was right. I did look pretty in it. I guess I haven'ttold you about my hair. Probably because it hasn't been a relevant partof the story until now.It's red. Really red. And it's long.Trying to be one of the cool kids in high.