A year ago, I’d been kidnapped by my sadistic ex-boyfriend, with the unwilling help of a two-dicked alien named Bob. For the last year, I’ve been travelling with Bob around the universe, chasing every sexual experience out there. I’m twenty four. I’m having the best time of my life. Why would I ever want to return home? Warning: This is a 10,000+ word short story that includes adult situations between a human female, and a pair of two-dicked aliens. It features explicit sex scenes. For Mature Audiences Only! **************** EXCERPT: “Now, why don’t you get on George’s lap?” His tone had changed at that last sentence. That had been an order. The game was on. I grinned at Bob and George, my excitement rising. I never knew what Bob had in store for me, but since he could read my mind, it was always good. I rose and sat on George’s lap, facing Bob. George’s large hands massaged my shoulders, sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, so that the dress fell to my waist, exposing my breasts. “What pretty little breasts,” he said, his hands cupping them. “How hard do you like to play, Suzie?” I looked at Bob questioningly. I thought I liked to play pretty hard, but I didn’t know what George’s frame of reference was. He grinned. “She’ll keep up,” he said, sounding amused. “Excellent,” George purred into my ear. He nibbled a trail of kisses on my jaw, my neck, my shoulders, and I whimpered. Sitting across from Bob, watching the heat rise in his eyes as this big blond alien played with me like I was his personal toy – it just doubled the eroticism of the moment. Both aliens could read my thoughts, my bracelet sat on the table in front of me. I was exposed, and I liked it. Everything I wanted was out in the open. No pretenses. No false modesty.