Tentacle Cock Sleeve Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 He unzipped the red sack and started pulling things out like he had packed an entire sex shop. Thick black leather belt with heavy silver jingle bells that rang when he shook it. Velvet cuffs lined with white fur, a bottle of lube the size of my forearm. A string of shiny silver anal beads that got gradually bigger, a thick red silicone cock with a suction cup base. My pussy clenched so hard just looking at it all that another trickle of wetness slid down my thigh.

"It’s bigger than the mountain, Elara!" ​"Then we’ll be the heart, and it’ll be the hull! Reverse the gravity shroud! Wrap the shroud around the tentacles!" ​The mountain roared as the silver engine over-clocked. The violet-grey blur of the non-existence shroud didn't just cover the peak; it flowed down the tentacles and into the water, encasing the massive, bioluminescent beast in a bubble of stolen time. ​The Tenth Suture didn't dive. It ascended.

Vanessa melted into him, grinding her body against his growing erection like a filthy little temptress. When they broke for air, she sank gracefully to her knees, never breaking eye contact. Her fingers worked quickly — unzipping his tuxedo pants and freeing his massive cock. It sprang out heavy, nine inches of veined perfection, the fat head already leaking precum. The same cock she had glimpsed earlier now throbbed right in front of her face, musky and masculine.

She had no skirt instead her full white ass and hips were bare followed again at her tummy with another rubber garment, a corset so tight her waist looked like a cartoon Jessica rabbit character with the massive encased bosom included. Her tits were encased in the rubber too showing an amazing bottomless cleavage pressed tightly closed together. Her shoulders were also bare with both her arms behind her back wrapped together in a rubber bandage, like some black mummy. The bandage went from elbows all the way to two rubber gloved hands, her long fingers stretching the material to its limits.

He placed his sword in her hand before turning to leave. She watched Kaleb creep down the stairs slowly, she was holding her breath. She could hear the tentacle to the right of her slithering over the rail. As it moved its suction cups made small popping noises as it detached itself from the ship. She looked at it, it's dark purple in color tentacles unwrapping from the rail slowly as if searching for something. She could see the large suction hooks that layered the tentacle. It began to change slightly in color turning a deep brown as if it was trying to match the ship. She watched as it began slithering towards her. She moved to the furthest point of the wheel, trying to be as quiet as pos

Struggling, even tho it's just weeks he felt somewhat nostalgia for fighting for his life in this underwaters. Using his once of his arsenal his arms turn into grey color and use the grip strength of it to pull crush the thing. (Hahaha, yeah I miss you too but please for fuck sake don't ever go stuck near me again!) What he shouting at is the familiar trouble maker. The tentacle. It looks like it appeared again to drag him again. This time he appeared bigger and intimidating than ever but Mike doesn't have time to fear it. *Crack* His bones from his lower part break from the grip of the tentacle. Looks like it's holding its strength back when it's pulling Mike back then.

Returned with two things: a thick, ridged silicone sleeve longer than his own cock, designed to stretch even the most willing hole, and a heavy stainless steel hook, curved and gleaming, with a large metal ring at the end. He set the hook aside. Coated the sleeve in lube until it shone. Then he pressed it against her cunt. “Take a breath,” he murmured. She did. He pushed. The ridges caught and dragged, stretching her sore walls inch by obscene inch. Maya keened into the cushion, fingers clawing leather. When the base finally kissed her lips he twisted it once, seating it deep. She was so full she could barely breathe. Étienne picked up the steel hook.

"That looks interesting!" "What?" Marge said with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She turned her head so she could see over her shoulder, and watched Beth handling a double-ended dildo. But it was not the kind that was simply cock-like on both ends. It did have a realistic-looking cock-complete with fire-helmet knob and bulging veins rippling along its slightly upturned length-but the second end was bent into a sort of deformed J-shape. The short end of the J was perhaps four inches long, with a fat, smooth bulbous end. Almost touching the bulb was a thumb-like appendage that grew from near the base of the cock.

I am planning on a good long soak in the tub and I have a leisurely two hours left to make up and put on my new dress. I have gone for black sequins all over in a very elegant little cocktail number. It’s got a scoop cowl neck and lace-up corset back that helps hold my girls up with cleavage popping effect. Shoulders and a little boobage on show subtly, yet long moulded sleeves and comes to around my knees—Sexy yet not overly so.

He gave me nipple stickers in the shape of an X to cover the areola on each one. The covering is floor-length like an evening gown, and the sleeves are long, but it covers not a speck of skin beneath it. A shiver runs through me at the thought of others seeing me like this, but Merrick swears I will be overdressed compared to the other submissives.