69

"69," the host announces the guest's selection, then motions for the two of you to begin.

The idea of just performing on command is so alien to you--but then again, that's where you are. Even this momentary hesitation is met with an uncompromising zap from the collar, though. Wincing, you waste no more time climbing onto the bed.

Toby joins you. He pulls you towards him, and the two of you kiss. Your hands explore each other's bodies, and you inhale the strong scent of your man. You feel yourself starting to get wet, and you smile and put your hand firmly on Toby's chest, pushing him back onto the mattress. You crawl up between his legs, and for a moment you're tempted to go all the way and start riding him--his member is already rock hard and ready--but you know that will only cause trouble. With a whimper, you restrain yourself and instead take him in your mouth.

His taste, like his scent, is strong, especially on his manhood. Neither of you have showered in several hours, so you're rank with the odours of the day's previous activities. Each time you move your mouth up and down his shaft, sucking him deeper into your throat and then easing up on the pressure, you get a full barrage of his slick, sweaty, salty musk. It's invigorating, and the fact that your captors are watching this performance up close and personal starts to recede into the background as the animal portion of your brain focuses on the organ in front of (well, inside of) you.

"Uh, Nina," Toby says, his fingers tousling your hair.

"Wumph?" you ask--you meant to say, "What?" but it came out like that given the thick cock in the way.

"He did say 69."

"Rifgt." And his cock slips out from between your lips with a nice pop. Grinning, you scale your way his chest, briefly pausing to rub your slit against him. You are burning with need now, want to be taken--but his tongue will have to suffice.

Once in the position, you lower your cunt onto his face. This was a familiar ritual for the two of you; in fact, you delayed breaking up with Toby just because he was so good and so willing to go down on you--especially when you were going down on him at the same time. The two of you could always find a rhythm very quickly, and this time is no exception.

His tongue moves across your bush, which like his clean-shaven face has not exhibited any hair growth over the duration of your captivity. He tickles your hair before gently taking your hips and shifting you slightly so your clit is within reach. You moan as he ever so slightly presses his tongue up against your bud. "Mmmph, fuck, yes!"

As Toby slowly ramps up the rhythm and pressure, you turn your attention back to his cock. You grasp it around the base and begin to rub it against your face, wanting his scent on you, revelling in the feeling of it returning to full hardness. "Can't wait to swallow your big load and take it all over my face."

This time it's Toby's turn for his response to be muffled.

You slurp him back inside you and go down hard and fast, gagging each time your lips reach the base of his shaft, your eyes starting to water. Take it, you urge yourself. Show him what a cock-loving slut you are. Show him you're a dirty girl. You're not sure where these thoughts come from, why you started having them, but ever since you were a teen you were all about pleasing your man this way. It wasn't something you did in your everyday life, but once you got in bed with a boy, you would go all out, particularly when it came to the blowjob. That practice is now being put to good use. Your nostrils flare as you take in more and more air, refusing to break the suction on his cock.

The trouble with 69ing, though, especially when your partner is so damn good, is that you get distracted by the intense orgasm building between your legs. Toby alternates between circling your clitoris and moving along the insides of your labia, lapping up the copious juices dripping from your ready slit. The pleasure is so strong now you're worried you'll burst if you don't come soon--and meanwhile, head thrust back as you moan and gasp and grind against his face, you've forgotten all about Toby's poor penis.

Neglected, the thing softens slightly. Not allowed! With an animalistic roar, you stroke it furiously, pinching the base and swirling your lips and tongue around the bulging purple head. But it's too late; the bastard has already pushed you over the edge, and your cunt contracts in on itself. "Uhhhhgggmmmmmm," you scream, panting and continuing to stroke and suck him, but entirely giving yourself over to the orgasmic wave now coursing through your frame.

Toby has his hands up and on your ass now. He spreads your cheeks wide and moves up your perineum towards your asshole, his spit and your juices lubricating it and letting his tongue slide into it without too much sensitivity. Within minutes you're coming again, your mind completely blank now, your body simply a willing instrument being played by Toby's tongue.

As you come down from your high, you are able to return your attention to your side of the bargain. Fortunately, the combination of your ministration and your obvious pleasure from his has obviously helped push him to the brink. Pre-cum oozes freely from the tip of his cock, and you know he is only strokes away from that sweet release. Your slender fingers wrap around his shaft, just under his glans, tightening and stroking, pulling his skin up and around the head, while your tongue flicks the slit. Toby groans, and you quickly press your mouth downwards to lock your lips around him.

Just in time; jizz bursts forth and hits your tongue, the back of your throat, fills you up like you're drinking from a fountain. You pull away as you sense him winding down, so the last few drops spray up and catch your nose and eyelashes. But you're not down yet, and you take the sloppy mess of his cock back into you, licking and cleaning up around his shaft and sucking on his balls. Although the taste of his cum is an all-too-common treat nowadays, you never get sick of it, never stop wanting it.

Your chest is heaving with the exertion of these last few minutes as you roll off him. The two of you sit up and look towards the Keltraxans. You don't know how to interpret their body language, don't know whether you've aroused or intimidated or disgusted or pleased them. You just wait, satisfied and feeling more submissive and at peace, wondering what you will have to do next.