Art Yüld, a Cocky Young Man

The door opens, revealing Art Yüld, a young man with a wicked smile. He has short neon blue hair, a stylized mustache, striking blue eyes and is wearing enough rings, bracelets and necklaces to open his own jewelry store. His clothes obviously indicate his upper-class upbringing, which confuses Stacy; This man looks rich, he could definitely pay for one of the better, pricier, more-experimented escorts. She straightens her back and gaze back at him, feeling a tad proud to have been chosen tonight.

Before either say anything, he closes the distance between them and grab her by the chin. Stacy gasps at his touch, feeling his warmth against her face and his fingers rubbing against her gills. His hands have a faint smell of egg-jelly; He was with another Martian not too long ago, and despite washing his hands, there are remnants of genital fluids left on his skin.

"What a pretty whore," he utters, moving her face left and right, inspecting her. "You're going to behave, slut?"

She wants to be a good whore, so she nods. When she hears him undoing the clasp of his pants, her eyes are drawn towards his crotch. Pretty quickly, he pulls out his cock, hitting Stacy with a waft of pungent sweat and musk. The scent is exhilarating, and she licks her lips at the sight of his throbbing manhood.

"Eager for cock, huh?"

"Yes, Sir." Her voice trembles with anticipation.

"Get on your knees and open up."

She obeys, dropping to the floor in front of him and opening wide to offer her eager sloppy mouth. He unceremoniously shoves his cock all the way inside, until his hairy balls hit her chin. The taste is even more intense than the smell, and her eyes flutter. She can feel her crotch dripping heavily onto her pantyhose

"Ah," he moans, his hand grabbing her head and keeping her firmly against his crotch. "No gag reflex, no teeth, and you can breathe out of your neck. You little bitches are really the perfect cock-suckers."

Her antennas twitch happily. He called her perfect.

She moves her tongue across his shaft, trying her best to make the experience as pleasurable for him as it is for her. She wants to a good Martian girl for this man, she wants him to compliment her again. Her hands go up to his thighs, trying to show him through tender contact how affectionate she currently is.

He starts moving, using her mouth like a vulgar sex toy. She gets so into it that she starts making slurpy moans, her muffled voice sounding even louder than his.

He pulls out just as he reach his orgasm, and she watch him rub his dick furiously for a few seconds. He finishes all over her face, painting her green scales with his thick human sperm. She pulls out her tongue and happily receives his load. The salty taste of his potent jizz only confirms what he said; She is his perfect little cock-sucker.