by T West
Another two tentacles coiled out and started tugging at his shorts, pulling them down. The guy cried out in protest, but it was no use. The blob-like monster pulled them all the way down and they fell onto the lawn, next to his strewn flip-flops. He was now naked except for his boxer-briefs, and Paige’s eyes widened as she perused the bulge in his white cotton underwear, wondering what was beneath the thin fabric.
She didn’t have to wonder much longer, for the blob lifted one of its arms up in the air before dramatically bringing it down on the hapless chap’s buttocks in an aggressive whipping motion. The force of the rubbery texture of the tentacle arm hitting his buttocks with such force caused the cotton of his underwear to tear and rip right down the middle. His underwear fell off him and to the floor in rags, leaving him hanging there, completely naked and in full view of a girl he’d never met before.
God, this must be embarrassing for him, Paige thought as her eyes landed on his cock ‘n’ balls. But she liked what she saw. He was quite well hung, and Paige was genuinely impressed as his limp phallus hung down and swayed slightly with the rocking motion of the blob arm. His balls were shaved and looked full, and his pubic bush above his member was neatly trimmed and shaved into a well-maintained shape.
The blob wrapped a tentacle around each of the guy’s limbs – coiling tightly around both his wrists and both his ankles, and outstretched them. He was hanging there, being forcefully pulled from both directions. The look of horror and discomfort on his face was phenomenal, for there he was – stripped naked and floating in bondage on a stranger’s front lawn.
As he hung there at the mercy of this strange monster, a fifth tentacle reached up between his legs and seemed to playfully inspect his penis. It lifted it up and let it flop back down limply. It moved a bit lower, the thin tip of the tentacle firmly stroking and molesting his sack, taking each nut in turn and gently squeezing them, almost as if to check what they contained.
The poor guy’s cheeks visibly reddened as he was having his grapefruits examined, his eyes wincing in slight pain as the inquisitive tentacle squeezed his nuts a little bit more, making them tighten up in fear.
As if this wasn’t humiliating enough for the brave young man, something was about to happen that would make his cheeks redden further. On each of the tentacles were little holes, kind of similar to the gills of a fish. The same arm that had been caressing his balls moved its way between his legs and snaked behind him, stopping just at where his butt-crack was located. It shot some kind of sticky ectoplasm from one of its gills right over the unfortunate guy’s butt-cheeks, coating his ass-crack.
Paige watched on in compassion and disbelief as the probing arm of the blob began furrowing between his butt-cheeks, apparently in an attempt to find his backdoor. She was watching from the front, so she couldn’t actually see the guy’s ass, but the expression on his face told a thousand words - far more telling than any visual viewing could ever be.
Paige locked eyes with the guy as the determined tentacle started to rub the cold ectoplasm gel up and down the length of his ass-crack, fully lubricating it. The tip started to press against his tight tulip, demanding to be let inside his narrow sphincter. The guy clenched his butt-cheeks together hard in a weak attempt to prevent this unwanted anal intrusion from happening, but the persistent alien arm continued to press against his puckered hole.
The look of shame and humiliation in his eyes were unparalleled as the tentacle pushed its way right inside his anal passage, buggering him fully. It went in at least 8 inches deep, making the guy cry out in anguish. Paige really felt for the guy – he had tried to save her but was now being punished in the worst possible way.
However, as the slimy arm penetrated his anal opening, something remarkable happened. The tip of the tentacle was not drilling the hapless chappy, but more massaging his sensitive prostate, and really giving his g-spot a good working over. Paige’s eyes widened further as she witnessed his once limp cock spring to attention, as if the prostate massage was having a positive effect on him. His foreskin naturally contracted as his cock stood erect, and Paige saw that his previously worried expression had turned to one of pleasure and desire.
As the well-lubed arm gave him a gentle screwing, Paige noticed that his balls had tightened up greatly, to the size of walnuts, and his bell-end had started to ooze pre-cum. So much so, in fact, that a long string of pre-cum dripped down from his helmet to the grass beneath, just missing his left flip-flop.
Whilst enjoying the amazing view, Paige hadn’t noticed that another serpentine arm of the blob had coiled around her waist. It picked her up off the floor with ease and carried her over to the floating guy who was still getting a good probing, and lowered her slightly so that her face was level with his erect penis.
As the alien pushed her face towards his throbbing cock head, she started to feel very aroused. It was a crazy situation, but she had admired this guy during this whole experience and she genuinely wanted to taste him.
So, she opened her mouth and as the thing pushed her face forward, his large cock slipped into her mouth perfectly. She eagerly sucked on his full length, the alien rocking her back and forth so minimal head movement was required by her – it was almost as if the blob was controlling the sucking for her. She blew away, instinctively reaching out and cupping his full sack as the other tentacle continued to drill his anus.
The blob slipped its arm out of the guy’s ass and turned its attention to Paige. It playfully slapped her tits from side to side with two of its arms, making them wobble in the warm afternoon breeze, before pushing them together tightly so they almost spilled out from her tight bikini top. She looked straight ahead and could see the guy eyeing up her cleavage – it made her feel wanted and desired. Just how every woman should feel.
Next, the tentacle focused its attention on her bikini bottoms, tugging them down and fully exposing her smooth pussy, making the on-looking guy’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. The alien parted Paige’s legs and used another arm to dally in her warm wet pussy, before expertly sliding a tentacle inside, which responded by clamping down upon the girth with passionate force. It was almost as though the alien was trying to figure out about human anatomy and was giving itself a firsthand science lesson.
The alien withdrew its now-moist arm from Paige’s burning snatch, leaving it tingling and desperate for more attention. The blob must have sensed this, because while still holding her legs apart, it pushed the guy forward towards her, lining up his erect tool with her awaiting opening. The two locked eyes again in what could only be described as a beautiful moment, and forced the young man’s throbbing cock into her wet love-slit.
So there they were – floating and helpless, yet fully aroused, being ‘encouraged’ to make love in mid-air by a huge alien monster. Paige felt that she actually fell in love at that moment, as the willing stud’s cock was drilled in and out of her aching pussy, fully impaling her and making sweet love to her.
During this out-of-this-world love scene, and unbeknownst to the unlikely pair, another tentacle had worked its way around to the back of Paige. Here, it sprayed its familiar goo on her shimmering bum-cheeks, whilst momentarily stopping the young man’s thrusts. Without any warning, it delved its sneaky tentacle deep into Paige’s well-lubricated virginal pucker, making her scream in a pleasure and pain combination, whilst restarting the guy’s thrusts once more.
There she hung, in the cool summer air, getting double poked good and hard, the anus-intruding alien arm gently slipping in and out of her burning back-passage whilst the guy’s large dick screwed her with purpose. His wide shaft rubbed her clit with every poke, his big balls banging satisfactorily against her skin making an audible ‘slap’, which was slightly muffled by the sound of the overhead twittering birds.
As she found herself enjoying this extreme bout of double penetration, Paige wondered to herself if this could actually work. As crazy as it sounded, she wondered if she could have a monogamous relationship with this
guy - who she legitimately fancied - but also have the alien join in to give her an anal shafting and satisfy both her holes. Technically it wouldn’t be monogamous because it would be a threesome, but she realized that it was a ridiculous idea anyway – there was no way they’d be able to fit this thing in the house.
The alien continued to slide in and out of her tight passage whilst really picking up speed of the guy’s thrusts, and it wasn’t long before Paige felt herself about ready to explode. An amazing climax built up inside her body and she came uncontrollably, orgasming on the guy’s cock and squirting around its girth, soaking his full balls.
Fully spent, she watched in wonder as the thing withdrew the man’s still-stiff knob from her satisfied pussy and once more squeezed his balls which were now full to bursting. This last squeeze was all it took and he spunked his load, shooting copious amounts of thick white cream all over Paige’s shaven mound and flat stomach. Which was a relief, Paige thought, because obviously the blob hadn’t yet learnt about birth control.
The alien creature lowered the two panting lovers to the grassy ground, where they lay, arms intertwined and kissing softly. The blob wobbled off down the street, leaving the two alone at last.
Paige’s new found man was a much better lover than Roger could ever hope to be. Eventually they ended up getting married and having a kid. A boy. They named him Bob.
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Steamy Erotica Story 43
J ust another day at the office. At least that’s what Amanda thought. An attractive young woman in her early thirties, she sat at her desk, steadily number-crunching and simultaneously doing menial admin tasks.
This hadn’t been her career path of choice, but was just a means to pay the bills; and pay the bills it did, very nicely. She had actually gotten sidetracked from her childhood ambition of being an erotic dancer, and as the years progressed she had come to the realization that to make some serious coin in the erotic dancing world you had to really make it big. She had a mortgage to pay after all. And this office job (although not what she strongly desired to do) was still enjoyable and she made the most of it.
She looked to her left at Jane’s desk and smiled. Looking at Jane filled her with joy – at least she had made a good friend here, she thought. They had shared a few good laughs together, especially at the expense of their frumpy and sometimes downright miserable female boss, Mrs Jaspert.
Mrs Jaspert was a woman in her late forties, 5ft5 and slightly overweight. Her mousy colored hair was always tied back in a bun, tightly stretching her freckled forehead. Her over-use of make-up bordered on the ridiculous – she really slapped that stuff on. She was married and although Amanda had never met her husband in the flesh, a part of her pitied the poor guy, not because of his wife’s looks but because of her quite rude and unfriendly manner. She hoped that Mrs Jaspert wasn’t like that at home – for his sake – and hoped that it was just her work demeanor.
Jane on the other hand, was the polar opposite to Mrs Jaspert. A very attractive girl in her mid-twenties, Jane was an ambitious high-flying office type who had started at the bottom and was steadily working her way up. Amanda wondered whether it was Jane’s womanly charms that had got her this far so quickly, but she hoped it was her sparkling personality and great attitude. Jane had beautifully groomed long blonde hair that went down to the small of her back, and always looked good in her tight-fitting office suits. Amanda also looked good in her work suit, and although she was about 10 years older than Jane, she drew just as many eyes, if not more. She had a curvier, more voluptuous figure. Long silky wavy brunette hair fell at shoulder-length, her firm Double D breasts almost bursting out from within her shirt.
“I’m just going to the stationary cupboard,” she said to Jane.
Jane looked up at her work friend and offered a warm smile. “Ok cool. Grab me a new pack of Post-Its while you’re there please.”
“Sure,” Amanda said as she got up from her desk. Mrs Jaspert was nowhere to be seen. Sometimes she disappeared for long periods of time without any word to anyone. Amanda just assumed she was doing apparently important head office paper work. She walked part all the suits typing away at their desks, down the flight of stairs and along the corridor to where the stationary cupboard was located.
Upon nearing the stationary cupboard, Amanda was both shocked and surprised to hear familiar wet slurping noises coming from within the small room’s ajar door. She tip-toed nearer to investigate, and her eyes widened and her jaw dropped simultaneously as she witnessed the goings-on inside.
Inside the stationary cupboard was Mrs Jaspert, her large un-shapely bottom perched unceremoniously on top of the room’s only table. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and her legs were parted as she sat there groaning. In-between her legs and on her knees was Bonita, a young Mediterranean college student that was over on work experience to research her dissertation for her upcoming exams back in Spain. However, Amanda was unsure that this was the correct research she had intended to do, for Mrs Jaspert’s big panties were lying in a crumpled heap on the floor and Bonita’s lips were parted as she earnestly lapped at Mrs Jaspert’s trimmed but hairy snatch.
Bonita was the last person Amanda expected to see in such depraved circumstances - the pretty girl had always been very nice and polite when they had previously briefly chatted when passing each other in the office corridors. However, the tanned-skinned girl had her sleeves rolled up, and was parting Mrs Jaspert’s large labia as she enthusiastically flicked her tongue over the older woman’s large clitoris, flicking the circular nub from left to right with her soft lapping.
Mrs Jaspert was obviously enjoying herself greatly, moaning and humming in a deep tone that was the same register as her spoken voice. She had her hand on the back of the black-haired girl’s head, forcefully encouraging her to lick faster and harder as her looming orgasm boiled within her.
Viewing this unusual scene from the half-open door, Amanda dropped to her knees, pulled her panties to one side underneath her knee-length skirt and began to rub her already-wet pussy, unbeknownst to the unlikely pair inside.
As Amanda watched on, Mrs Jaspert’s moans got more frequent and angry until they merged into a never-ending humming noise. The stout older lady rocked her hips back and forth in time with the young girl’s licks, eager to speed up the process and reach her climax.
Amanda noted that Mrs Jaspert was being quite forceful, and wondered whether Bonita actually wanted to do this or was perhaps being wrongfully encouraged to do so. Either way it didn’t stop the young Spanish girl’s outstretched tongue from steadily stimulating Mrs Jaspert’s swollen clitoris with such consistent force that it wasn’t long before the boss moaned out under her breath, “I’m cumming… keep going… good girl!”
Her mature body twitched and writhed underneath her drab work clothes as an incredible orgasm shot through her body. Bonita’s small olive-skinned hands trembled with excitement as she continued to part the orgasming woman’s muff while her tongue continued to steadily press against her spasming bean. Female squirt ejaculated from her quivering flange, jetting into Bonita’s open mouth. The young girl swallowed as much of it as she could, her eyes watering and almost gagging as most of the female liquid dripped down her chin and splashed her perky tits through her opened work shirt.
“Oh God. I enjoyed that,” Mrs Jaspert panted, a bead of sweat rolling down her wide forehead.
Bonita looked up at her employer, “Okay Meesuz Jasparr. Can me goo back to work now?” the girl enquired.
An ominous smile spread across the mean woman’s thin lips as she informed her, “No, Bonita. I’m not through with you yet. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do to you. Now stand against that shelf rack with you back to me.”
Bonita did as instructed and stood against the ceiling-high metal shelving unit with her back to her boss and her legs spread wide as if undergoing a police frisk. Mrs Jaspert wasted little time in lowering her own skirt, before standing behind Bonita. Here,
she ripped down the pretty girl’s black skirt revealing her perfect toned ass. She was wearing a black thong that rode up in-between her caramel-colored ass-cheeks, and as she kicked off her skirt her buttocks shimmered and wobbled like firm jelly fresh from the fridge.
Mrs Jaspert grabbed a long metal ruler from one of the racks behind her and walked up close behind the obedient girl.
“This is a secret we both share, as women. Understand?” Mrs Jaspert ominously informed her, before whacking the flat metal surface of the ruler down on Bonita’s apple-shaped buttocks firmly and with authority. Bonita yelped out in a pleasure & pain combination, her pretty eyes closing as her full lips opened, visibly enjoying the spanking.
Another strike of the ruler came down moments after making an audible ‘thwack’ as it slapped the firm butt-cheeks of the willing sub. Amanda’s rubbing of her own pussy intensified, as she began to furiously rub up and down the length of her swollen labia, masturbating gratuitously as she witnessed this depraved scene. Thin girly ribbons of female juice sprayed from her burning sex as she crouched there, silent as a sniper. However, as Amanda lifted her masturbating hand up to her lips to taste her own love-juice, a snail trail of female pre-cum squirt had trickled from her wanton snatch down to the opening of the door. The hallway light bounced off the see-through liquid, catching Mrs Jaspert’s sharp eye and she turned her head abruptly to see Amanda’s shadow.
“Who’s there?!” Mrs Jaspert asked firmly, her chubby paw clutching the ruler as through it was the handle of a sharp blade and she was ready to slay her prey.
“It's me,” Amanda admitted sheepishly, knowing there was no use in trying to run away at this point. She straightened her skirt and walked into the stationary cupboard, unsure of what was going to unfold.