by T West
Their hands roamed each other’s naked torsos and Cassie knew what he wanted. She undid Greg’s belt, undid his top button, unzipped his flies and ripped down his jeans as Greg kicked his shoes off. She flung them in a heap on the floor and saw the bulge in his white boxers. His underwear could barely contain his organ as it grew larger by the second. As she stroked up and down his length, the head of his eager prick poked out of the top of the elastic hem.
Kneeling on the floor in-between his legs, she yanked his boxers all the way down and Greg’s erect 7.5 inch winkie stood up like a flag-pole, proud and eager. Cassie pulled the foreskin all the way back, allowing his smooth shiny bell to breathe freely, and leaned her head forward, parting her full harp-like lips to suck on his bulbous helmet. She felt his full balls strain and tighten in her grasp as the first trickle of pre-cum oozed out of his cock-head onto her taste-buds. She took as much of it in her mouth as she could and sucked sincerely, bobbing her head up and down, squeezing his shaven ball-sack.
Greg offered moans of encouragement as he grabbed Cassie’s well-maintained head of hair and pushed her head down further on his erect cock. Feeling him twitch in her mouth, she released him from her vacuum-like oral cave, and stood to her feet. Greg reached up and undid Cassie’s jeans before pulling them down, exposing her white thong. He could see the delicate mound of her freshly-shaven pussy underneath the thin cotton. Turning around, she bent over and pulled down her thong, showing him the glorious mounds of her globe-like tush.
Whilst bending over, Cassie glanced up at the plant which was now just a couple of inches from her face. The plant seemed to be looking at her, almost waving at her, as if it was trying to communicate. Cassie smiled to herself as she remembered how wild her imagination could be and dismissed it knowingly. She felt Greg’s strong manly hands on her magnificent buttocks, and he squeezed tightly. She spun around, playfully pushing him back on the bed. Climbing on top, she mounted him, their hands roaming each other’s aroused pleasure centers. Cassie’s soft womanly touch expertly caressed Greg’s saliva-lubricated prick as Greg rubbed his fingers with virtually no finesse upon Cassie’s moist snatch. They kissed passionately and their backs arched as Greg’s cock-head rubbed up against Cassie’s plump inviting pussy-lips.
Greg rightfully took the male role and they switched positions, flipping Cassie over onto her back. He clambered on top, his chest above her as she stroked his manly pecs. Greg’s rock-hard tool throbbed against her welcoming opening, keen to be let inside. Cassie spread her legs, and pulled him closer. It felt so natural, so right. This was exactly what Cassie wanted. She longed to feel every inch of that glistening penis deep inside.
Bucking his hips forward like a young stallion, he penetrated her willing gash, drilling her balls-deep in one fell swoop, impaling Cassie with his virile organ as she let out an audible gasp. He pressed his chest down against her magnificent fleshy breasts as she rubbed his smooth muscular back. While kissing her neck, he began to pump, expertly sliding his erect rod in and out.
Cassie reached round and grasped his firm buttocks, giving them a playful slap as she caressed the hardened muscular cheeks. She parted them slightly, and her fingers lightly brushed the inside of his ass-crack, feeling his hairy inside-cheek area. Greg stopped screwing her for a moment, and with his cock still fully inside her, he hoisted himself up on his hands and looked her in the eyes.
“Ummm, I’m not really up for that on the first date,” Greg said with a look of worry in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” asked Cassie, perplexed. Is he not enjoying himself?
“I don’t really want my bum-hole to be played with. I mean, it’s only our first date after all,” he explained. “Especially as there’s no lube applied.”
Cassie didn’t know what on earth he was talking about. Yeah, she had stroked his inside cheek area, but she had absolutely no intention of delving her digits into his virgin tulip. Well, at least not yet anyway. If she was intending to do that, she would get him on all fours first, like she had done to Roberto.
The tentacle that had been rubbing up between Greg’s bum-cheeks mere millimeters away from Cassie’s wandering fingers, oozed a dollop of jelly-like nectar onto Greg’s awaiting bullet-hole, apparently preparing it. And without any warning, slid itself about 5 inches into Greg’s anus, making him scream out.
“Jesus Christ! What the hell?! Are you holding a toy back there?”
Shocked, Cassie couldn’t help but giggle. “Of course not…”
And then she saw it. Turning her head, she saw that the plant was ominously reaching out and probing Greg’s inner bunghole. “Oh my God! Not again!”
It dawned on Greg what was happening, as he too saw the non-human culprit expertly delve its way into his back-passage.
Four more tentacles whipped out from the plant which had tripled in size, and now overshadowed the pair in a sinister manner. With the plant arms tightly bound around both his wrists and both his ankles, Greg was pulled in all four directions and elevated up off the bed. The tentacle slipped out of his tight sphincter with an audible slurp, as Cassie watched her ambushed lover floating in bondage above her.
A big branch-sized tentacle waved up into the air, casting a shadow down on the hapless pair and then struck down upon Greg’s taught frightened buttocks with a whip-like motion that made a deep echo bounce between the walls of the room.
“Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!” Greg cried out, in pain.
‘Thwack’ – the plant arm whipped down again upon his tight bum-cheeks. And again. And again. Greg was being whipped unceremoniously.
As Cassie looked up she saw that he had a look of horror on his face, but then her eyes perused down his chiseled torso and saw that his penis was more erect than ever. Even more erect than when he was penetrating her, and she got the impression that really he was secretly enjoying this. Looking back to his face she saw that his scared look had turned to a look of enjoyment, as another long plant arm reached out and began to rim his tight rosebud, again delving in-between his butt-cheeks.
The tentacles spun Greg around and rotated him as if he was a car in a showroom, showing him off to Cassie. The plant lowered Greg, so he was still floating but with his back to Cassie, and bent his knees underneath his chest, his buttocks exposed to her, vulnerable.
Sitting back up in bed, she rested on the comfy pillows and couldn’t help feeling extremely aroused at the sight before her. For there was Greg’s ass, readily exposed. She could see his full balls hanging down beneath his legs as she looked up at his muscular back. One of the tentacles reached down between his legs and began to work over his full nuts, giving them a gentle squeeze as his frustrated penis bobbed up and down in front of him in mid-air, slapping off his toned abs.
Another arm of the plant wrapped around his wide shaft and began to masturbate him, vigorously.
“Jeez, what the hell is happening?” Greg gasped.
“Yeah, like you’re not enjoying it,” teased Cassie, as she could clearly see he was thoroughly enjoying getting his balls worked over while his stiff knob was getting milked. Right before Cassie was his exposed bum-hole, and she took great pleasure in seeing that the plant was still teasing his anus, and poking its way inside. Reaching down, she began to fondle her juiced-up love-box, flicking her bean aggressively from side to side as she witnessed the somewhat unwilling penetration before her.
Cassie’s body shook with intense waves of pleasure as her climax shot through her like an electrical charge, and she squirted a girly ribbon of love-juice all over Greg’s buttocks before her, totally coating them. This gave the tentacle even more lubrication, and it seemed to respond gratefully, speedily increasing its thrusting penetration of Greg’s bum-hole, as it squeezed his balls tighter and wanked his cock harder, milking it downwards like a cow’s udder.
Fully satisfied, Cassie heard Greg cry out as his orgasm ripped through him. She watched his nuts tighten up as he shot his creamy milk all over the bed below, completely draining
his balls as he got the prostate milking of a lifetime.
Cassie realized that it hadn’t been a dream after all.
“Where did you get that thing from?” Greg enquired, still slightly anxious as the tentacle withdrew from his sore no-longer-virgin ringpiece.
“I think the store’s closed down now,” said Cassie, licking her sticky fingers clean.
“That’s too bad. I wouldn’t mind one of my own.”
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Steamy Erotica Story 34
T he weekend of Lauren and Charles’ planned little trip away came around. After the discovery, things had been a little bit edgy. Neither of them had mentioned what happened that night, and Charles was hoping that it would blow over.
The hotel room was nice and big, with a plush four-poster king size bed. It was styled in a modern fashion, minimalist, with big balcony doors that opened out, overlooking the sandy beach. Being summertime it was all very pretty, and Charles thought that this was the perfect spot for them to reignite the passion in their marriage.
Evening came, and Charles was in the shower. He opened the shower door, just wearing a beige towel wrapped around his slightly podgy waist. When he saw his wife he stopped in his tracks, his eyes transfixed. Lauren’s hair was clean, styled beautifully, her long locks flowing down to the small of her back. She was wearing a white bra, her full melonous globes jutting out from underneath their restrictive harness. She was wearing white panties with long stockings, pulled up over her long, toned legs, and a pair of red heels. She felt great.
Charles liked what he saw. A bulge started to appear underneath his tightly-wrapped towel. As Charles reached down to undo it, Lauren could see the desire in his eyes. It was as if they were right at the start of their marriage again. But before he got a chance to undo his towel, they heard a knock at the door.
“Who’s that?” asked Charles.
“That must be the porter,” said Lauren. “It’s open,” she called out.
The unlocked door opened and the porter walked in. He was tall, about 6ft1. A black man, in his mid-twenties, several years younger than the couple. He was dressed in his long work slacks and a smart white shirt.
“Here’s your room service, miss,” he said in a deep voice, and he offered a genuine smile as his white teeth gleamed and he wheeled in the tray, with an ice bucket cooling the bottle.
“Oh, wine. That’s a great idea,” said Charles, trying to assert himself as the dominant male. “If you just put it over there we’ll get to it. My wife and I… we’re just kind of in the middle of something here, if you know what I mean.”
“Thank you, sir,” said the porter.
He turned and was about to leave, when Lauren spoke. “Hold on there, mister. This hotel is a rather expensive one. So, I’d like you to pour the wine for us.”
“Absolutely. I’ll do that,” said the porter kindly, as he set down two glasses and began to pour, before saying, “Ok. I’ll be off then.”
Lauren sat her fleshy ass down on the bedside table and picked up one of the glasses. She brought it to her mouth, and as she made eye contact with the young man, she raised the glass and took a sip. The porter looked slightly surprised. Lauren took another good, long sip, but this time when she brought it her mouth, she let the wine spill, and it trickled down her chin and splashed against her cleavage. Her melons were practically begging to be released from their cotton prison.
“Damn,” said Lauren, deliberately being dramatic. “I’ve had a bit of a spillage here. Come and clean this up for me… I didn’t get your name?”
“Randall.”
“Randall, be a sweetie.”
The porter’s mouth watered and he licked his lips, his eyes fixated. Charles’ eyes widened, but in a look of shock. He couldn't believe what was going on. Randall reached for his pocketed handkerchief.
“No, no. Not a hanky,” said Lauren, pressing her arms together, causing her jugs to almost spill free, the wine pooling in-between her fleshy orbs. “I didn’t say use a hanky. I meant your tongue. Obviously.”
Randall stopped dead, as if he didn’t hear her clearly. But he knew what she wanted. The two men looked at each other for a second, and without saying a word, Randall stepped closer, leaned forward, stuck out his long, thick tongue and lapped at the wine in-between her cleavage, lovingly suckling it out and slurping it up like a straw-less milkshake.
Lauren threw her head back and closed her eyes, as she heard Charles utter a moan of complaint. She yanked down her bra and set her twin orbs free. The young porter continued lapping, and took extra care when he reached the erect nips, sucking each one in turn like a college girl to a lollypop. Her hard nips stick out like icicles.
Lauren was caught up, loving the sensation, when she heard from her right: “What the?! You can’t be doing that. We’re married. That’s my wife ! Stop that, young man.”
Randall stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at Lauren.
“Nothing strange is going on here. Randall is just helping me get cleaned up. Now just shut up and be quiet. Or he’ll be doing a lot more than this.”
Charles looked pretty pissed, and really tried to assume the dominant role. “Listen to me. It was your idea to come here, and have this weekend away. And now this young man is sucking you like a baby antelope to a milk bottle. This is some sort of joke.”
Lauren looked at her husband’s waist and could see that the bulge in his towel had actually increased, although still average in size. Lauren felt a dominant power rise up from within her. “Sit down. This is going to happen, so just sit down on that chair over there and enjoy it.”
Charles did as he was told, and sat his chubby ass down, facing them. Randall smiled at Lauren cheekily, and stood up straight. “I’m going to be as professional about this as I can,” he announced.
Sitting atop the bedside table, Lauren spread her thighs, exposing the crotch of her silky underwear. Randall stood between her legs and began to slide his fingers down from her tits, down her toned stomach, to her moistening knickers. Lauren looked over at Charles, and she reached down to encourage Randall’s strokes, stroking his hand as he dallied with her wet snatch.
Randall was thoroughly excited by this, as Lauren saw the bulge in his slacks growing dramatically in size. She decided it was time to take the bull by the horns, so she reached forward and cupped his bulging groin. It hardened through the material, the enormous length seeming keen to be released. She unzipped his flies, unbuttoned his trousers, and with both her hands pulled them down to beneath his ass, revealing his briefs. He was standing at full mast underneath, the shaft bursting to get out from beneath his underwear.
Lauren didn’t waste any more time, and she grabbed the elastic hem of his briefs and pulled them down in one swift motion. The cock of the young man sprang to attention, so stiff and erect that it resembled a long, black python. Standing at approximately 9.5 inches, it seemed even bigger now that it was released. It was thick and smooth, with a big bell-end, which was already starting to ooze. It sported big, shaved nuts, that looked as full as two ripe grapefruits.
The cruel smile on Lauren’s lips indicated to Charles that his knob was tiny in comparison. Randall stood still, and Lauren leaned forward, opened her mouth, and let the shiny bell in-between her lips. Randall gave a deep sigh. She reached out and playfully cupped his nuts, giving them a gentle squeeze. She opened her mouth wide and allowed his huge, stiff schlong to slide into her chops, before suctioning the walls of her mouth together to suck him expertly. She bobbed her head up and down the length of the huge, black adder, tasting the salty pre-seed as she did so. She stopped sucking and took her mouth off the beast whilst stroking the length of the shaft as she said, “Let’s go slightly closer to the watching pervert.”
Randall knew exactly what she had in mind, and they walked over to right in front of where Charles was sitting, his podgy cheeks reddening. She positioned the schlong right near to her husband’s face, so that the erect dong was swaying about bef
ore him. The porter’s trousers and underwear fell to the floor, and he kicked them off along with his shiny shoes. On his lower half he was now just wearing a pair of white socks that were pulled up, almost to his knees, his black thighs rippling like a panther. Lauren dropped to her knees like a college slut, right near to her husband’s face, rested her melons on his lap and said, “Have a good look at this,” her tits completely spilling from her still-hooked bra.
“This is going way too far!” cried out Charles. “Stop that this instance. Let’s go back and pretend this never happened. I’m sorry about what happened before, but you’re taking things too far.” The bulge was still prominent in his towel, and Lauren took a wild guess that perhaps he was enjoying this and that was why he hadn’t run out.
“Watch!”
Charles watched, as the full jugs bounced on his knees.
“Stop moaning and feast your eyes on this. You’re going to be the one doing the sucking if I hear you complain one more time.” She grabbed the huge schlong in front of her and impaled her own face on it, encouraging Randall to rock his hips back and forth. It was more of a face-fuck than a blowjob, and it was taking place mere millimeters away from Charles.
Lauren was now really loving it, and blew the black dick hard.
The porter gasped out loudly as Lauren sucked fervently, and a drop of pre-cum dripped down onto Charles’ towel. Lauren’s pussy was now gagging for some action. But of course, she didn’t want it from her husband. She rose to her feet and led Randall over to the comfy bed. She playfully pushed him down on his back, his large schlong sticking up towards the heavens, eager for more action.