by Rose Black
He was on his back, like me, with his head tossed back and his mouth open in ecstasy. There were thick, vivid green tentacles, almost like vines, all over him. They snaked around his neck, moved at his nipples, encircled his biceps. I looked down and saw one wrapped around his cock, spiraling and moving over it at a steady pace. More green tendrils were wrapped around his balls, tracing a light pattern over the delicate skin.
The sight of him so lost to pleasure only fueled the fire within me, and I writhed under the tentacles that were working on me.
"Yes, oh yes, yes, yesssss...." I hissed, as the tendril inside of me fucked me with fervor. I was close, perilously close to the edge, and I was suddenly desperate for release.
All of the tendrils on me responded, each one moving faster and with more force than before. They wrapped around my nipples, squeezing and pulling. They increased the pressure at my clit, rubbing with fervor. And they fucked me harder, going deeper than before, swirling inside of me and filling me completely.
"Oh my god," I cried, my body beginning to tremble as waves of tingling, hot electricity washed over me. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"
And then there were more tentacles on me. I felt them spiral around my arms, my legs, my neck. They snaked over my thighs, around my wrists and ankles, over the soles of me feet and up the back of my neck. All of them were warm and tingling, and they all undulated together in a hypnotic rhythm.
The tendrils were strong. I realized that they were holding me down, forcing me to endure every little bit of this overwhelming pleasure. I tried to pull against them, but the feeling of complete and total restraint was oddly satisfying, and only fueled my burning desire.
And then the tentacle fucking me began expanding again, going deeper and harder than ever before. It pressed against my g-spot one final time while all the other tentacles tightened around me, and I shattered into a million pieces.
My entire body quivered as hot, tingling flames shot through my veins. Every muscle in my body tensed as every nerve ending was electrified. My toes curled, my fingernails dug into my palms, my back tried to arch off of the massage table, but the tentacles held me tightly. A growling, primal cry escaped my lips, coming from somewhere deep within me. I'd never heard myself make a noise like that before.
I heard a noise similar to my own from Brian on the table next to me. His voice was ragged and hoarse, just like mine, as he gave himself over to his own orgasm.
I rode wave after wave of pleasure, my body one giant, raw nerve. The ecstasy was beyond overwhelming, and it seemed to stretch on and on forever. I gave into it, letting myself get lost in the intensity of the sensations.
Slowly, oh, so slowly, the feelings began to ebb. I took deep, steadying breaths as I came back down to Earth. I was only vaguely aware that the tentacles that had driven me so wild moments ago were gone. My body was still hot and tingling, my muscles were completely relaxed and feeling like jelly.
Finally, I opened my eyes. Forrest was still standing in the space between the two massage tables, his perfectly normal, albeit beautifully muscled, arms hanging loosely at his sides. Brian was breathing heavily, looking like he'd just been very thoroughly fucked.
"Our time is up. I hope that you enjoyed yourselves. I'll leave you two alone to recover and get dressed.” Forrest said in his serene, smooth voice. He clasped his hands together and gave both of us a serene smile. “And please, do help yourselves to some more water. It's very important to rehydrate after a good massage."
I slowly sat up, my body still tingling and glowing from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
"I'll make sure that Ivy has the recipe for the water infusion ready for you at the front desk. Enjoy the rest of your day!" He said, and turned on his heel to exit the room.
"Wow." Brian said, once we were alone. His voice was barely more than a whisper. "Are massages always like that?" He asked, still sounding very, very dazed.
"Um, no. They’re not usually so, so..." I trailed off, not sure how to finish my thought. I realized that I sounded just as dazed as Brian.
“Let’s book another appointment on our way out.” Brian said, and I could only nod in agreement. I definitely wanted to do that again.
Here’s an excerpt from Ghost Sex, by Rose Black!
When Charlotte moves into an apartment in an old Victorian building, she figures her new home is bound to have some quirks. What Charlotte didn't expect was to be sharing her bedroom with a very horny ghost!
Here's a taste:
My entire body was tingling, covered in goosebumps, but I no longer felt cold. Instead, there was a warmth rising up, radiating out of me from deep within.
I didn’t know what part of this scenario was most unbelievable. Was it the fact that I was almost definitely being groped by a spirit, or ghost, or whatever this was? Or that, instead of being frightened out of my mind by this strange paranormal activity, I seemed to somehow be enjoying it?
As my nipples continued to be torturously teased, I suddenly felt more cool tendrils at my ankles. My breath caught in my throat. I definitely wasn’t expecting that.
They began to move up my legs, tracing slow patterns as they went. Up, up, up they traveled, gliding over my calves, my knees, my thighs. When they circled in, snaking against my inner thighs, I let out a cry.
The sensation was overwhelming. The feel of icy hot vapors playing with my nipples and massaging my upper, inner thighs at the same time was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, or anything I ever expected to feel in my lifetime.
I began moving my hips, a burning desire building. These otherworldly caresses were stoking that fire inside of me, igniting an ache deep within my wet pussy.
I was hungry for more, my body yearning for satisfaction.
The otherworldly touches on my thighs began moving against my legs with more urgency, more force. I felt my legs being forced open, my invisible lover pushing my thighs apart. Once my legs were spread, the swirling fingers traveled upwards, homing in on my eager mound.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, arching my back as the tendrils traced the folds of my hot slit, leaving a trail of icy tingles in their wake. I’d never felt anything like that before, and it was beyond exquisite.
They kept at it, moving slowly, then quickly, then slowing down again. The icy vapors were teasing me, making my breath catch in my throat.
And then they zeroed in on my clit, rippling over and around it with insistence.
Holy. Shit.
More Titles By Rose Black:
Bred By The Fae
Bred By The Horny Incubus
Backdoor Babysitter
Deep Throat Babysitter
Double Stuffed Babysitter
Gangbang Babysitter
Ghost Sex
Ghost Threesome
Graveyard Gangbang
Red As An Apple
Ritual Gangbang
Ritual Sex Pact
Ritual Demon Breeding
Ritual Lactation
Sex Drive
The Babysitter Sluts
About The Author
Rose Black lives in New Orleans and likes to write down her dirty daydreams.
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