Tentacle Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

UNHOLY FANTASIES 2 PEARL'S POV The hot water cascades over my skin like a lover's touch, steaming up the stall and fogging the thin plastic curtain that barely separates me from the rest of the locker room. My fingers are slick with my own cum, dripping down my thighs as I pant against the tiled wall, my petite body still trembling from the intense orgasm that ripped through me. God, that was close. Too close.

The pleasure was heightened by the residual magic, every touch sending sparks through the veil itself. They took me one by one and then together on the stone, the moors as our witness. Victor thrust into me deeply first, his powerful strokes matching the rhythm of the wind. Elias claimed my mouth while Caspian lavished attention on my clit and breasts. Orgasms crashed through me in relentless waves, my cries echoing across the grove as they rotated, filling every part of me with their thick cocks and hot seed. The bond pulsed stronger with each release, solidifying our connection.

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.

TYLER I didn't wait for her to find her voice. I reached down, my hand hooking under her thighs and hoisting her up onto the edge of the mahogany desk. The project folder slid to the floor, forgotten, as I spread her legs wide and stepped between them. The dark fabric of her top was stretched tight over her chest, her nipples peaking through the material as she gasped, her hands clutching at the edge of the desk for stability. "You want to know the physical reality of the text, Pearl?" I growled, my hands going to the fly of my charcoal slacks. "This is it. This is the truth."

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

I whispered, trembling with fear and overwhelming arousal. A third tentacle, even thicker, rose between my legs and pressed against my dripping entrance. It rubbed up and down my slit, coating itself in my juices, teasing my swollen clit. “Please…” I begged, lifting my hips. “Fuck me.” The tentacle pushed inside me in one smooth, powerful thrust. I cried out as it stretched me wide, the ridges dragging along my sensitive walls. It was bigger than any toy, pulsing and alive inside me. Another tentacle pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly and it slid in, fucking my throat with slow, deep strokes. The taste was sweet and musky, slightly salty. I sucked it hungrily, moaning around

Long, slow licks, then he sucked the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue while the dildo pumped in and out. I gripped the sheets, hips bucking. “Please… more. I need you.” He pulled the dildo out and replaced it with his tongue, licking deep into my hole, eating his own dried cum from earlier. The wet, filthy sounds mixed with my broken moans. “Beg,” he ordered, replacing his tongue with two fingers, then three. “Tell me what you want, captive.” “I want your cock,” I gasped, completely broken. “Please, Vincenzo. Fuck me. Breed me. I can’t take the teasing anymore. I need you inside me.”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.