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Lorna collapsed against her apartment door after she locked up. She kicked her first shoe across the room but misjudged her second, vaulting that one towards the high ceiling. She froze in place until it crashed in front of her. Then she bounced her clutch off of the nearby table and it too thumped onto the floor. She pushed herself upright and stripped off her little black dress for the fourth and final time of the night. Naked, she picked up her dropped things and carried them to her bedroom.
She shook the dress to see if her panties fell out. They didn’t. She was pretty sure she had them when she was at Alex’s. Oh, well, another pair lost. At least there hadn’t been a bra to lose. Her breasts were surprisingly small considering how they presented under her dress, twin domes resting high across her broad chest. She sniffed her dress, crinkled her nose, and weighed her options. She could rinse it out or have it dry-cleaned. She tossed it into the wastebasket. Option three won out. Michael would buy her a new one.
Her shower beckoned to wash away the sweat and cum. Lorna welcomed the initial spurt of cold water before the hot flow made its way up through the pipe and splashed across her face and chest. She let the water flood over her open mouth and down onto her neck and shoulders. She set the showerhead to ‘massage’ and grunted softly as the water pounded between her shoulder blades. Lorna reflected on her day.
The only class she had on Wednesdays was her four-hour advanced physics lab, which started at the ungodly hour of seven o’clock in the morning. She finished early, as she always did, pissed that the TA wouldn’t let her come in and start later than seven. Apparently, ‘gay’ meant ‘gay’ so he was immune to her usual alluring tactics. Lorna did have her ethical limits. She would never screw her way to an ‘A’ but she would gladly screw her way to an extra hour of sleep.
Lorna squeezed her shampoo into a spiral on top of her head and worked it through her thick, almost-naturally-auburn hair, which she noted was getting a little too long. Sure, it was sultry and sexy when it fell over one eye, but it was a pain in the ass when she studied. But Michael and Mary Beth both wanted her to keep it long, so she did. They’re paying the bills, after all.
She heard a ‘clunking’ noise coming from outside of the shower that sounded as if the toilet seat had fallen. She paused the water and, shivering, padded past the stripper pole in her bedroom and armed herself with her baseball bat. She checked the doors and windows and surveilled the apartment. Everything was as it should be, so she figured her toilet’s slow-close seat got stuck. She scurried back to the warmth of her unfinished shower.
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‘Lunch’ with Mary Beth was at one. Lorna’s sugar mama was oddly in denial, but she was a fine-looking woman and quite generous with both her purse and her attentiveness. Mary Beth had kicked off their first date (or ‘interview’) with, “I’m not a lesbian, but …” Lorna quickly caught on to the role she was expected to play, and negotiations were made for future dates. For the benefit of Mary Beth’s matronage, Lorna’s ‘character’ was only attracted to women, but was deep in the closet. Mary Beth claimed that she herself was totally straight, but wanted occasional, discreet time with a young woman to, “ease away the inconveniences of working in a misogynistic world.”
This date, like many, was in Mary Beth’s office. She locked the door and they kissed their way towards the couch. “I have something new for us to try,” she said and dangled a strap-on by its harness.
Lorna’s eyes widened and she feigned a smile. “Oh, my!”
Mary Beth removed her pumps and carefully set them aside. Then she took off her slacks, unveiling a pair of black thigh-highs and black lacy boy shorts. She meticulously folded her pants and set them on her desk. Lorna sat on the couch and pulled her sugar mama’s shorts down to expose her very neatly trimmed bush. Lorna smiled up at her and inserted a finger, wriggling it around as she lapped in and around her slit.
Mary Beth moaned, appreciating the service, but stopped the younger woman after only a few seconds. “Not that, not today. Here, help me put this on!” Together they slid the smaller end of the double dildo into Mary Beth and fastened its harness. Lorna slid her dress off her shoulders while Mary Beth stroked her new cock, partly for the feeling of power, partly to wiggle the end that was already embedded between her legs.
“Blow me.”
Lorna stifled a giggle. “What?”
Mary Beth’s breath was becoming labored. “Blow me! Give me a blow job. Suck on my big cock!”
“But, ma’am, I’ve never done that before.”
“You’ve seen porn! Just lick it. Suck on it!”
Lorna acted like a novice and tentatively gave Mary Beth her first blow job. “Like this?”
Mary Beth moaned as her ‘cock’ was sucked, but Lorna soon tired of the taste of silicone. She scooted to the edge of the cushion and placed the dildo between her breasts. She pushed them together the best she could and said, “How about a titty-fuck, Mary Beth? Wouldn’t it feel good to fuck me between my tits?”
“Oh, yes!” The older woman thrust her hips and rubbed her cock between the girl’s girls. It wasn’t long before she announced that she was cumming.
Lorna instinctively flinched, since typically at this point there would be spunk shooting across her face and chest. She thought this was going to be an easy lunch date until Mary Beth called her assistant and told her to cancel her afternoon meeting. Lorna spent the next two hours, and a lot of lube, getting fucked by a woman with a new piece of rubber dangling at her hips. Mary Beth explored her strapped-on masculinity doggy-style, missionary, cowgirl, doggy again, and a few other ways Lorna lost track of.
When their time was up, Mary Beth disengaged her dildo and dressed. Lorna slipped her panties from her wrist, pulled them back on, and adjusted her dress. She gave her matron a lingering kiss. “Are you sure you’re straight?”
Mary Beth smiled condescendingly and stroked the young woman’s temple. “Quite sure, my dear.”
Lorna gave her a shrug and a hug and said, “Oh, well. And thank-you so much for the new laptop! It’s making a big difference in my studies. I hate to ask, but could you spare a little for some new books, and maybe a little more for groceries and stuff?”
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Lorna liberally covered her luffa with body wash. She scrubbed her slim, toned arms, her chest, and belly. She used her fingers to wash her tender, over-used pussy. She was smooth and hairless, as her sugars preferred and willingly paid for. Other days she might have pleasured herself, but this day had been particularly long, so she was quite satisfied to simply shower.
A snake-like thing, black with blue and red mottling, stretched from under the toilet seat. It explored the nearby air and floor, and was soon joined by a second. They probed the bathroom in tandem.
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After her long lunch date with Mary Beth, there was no time to both study and change clothes before dinner with Michael. More than a few students stared at her in her little black dress while she studied in the library, constantly shoving her hair back behind her ears. As dinner approached, she touched up her makeup in the library bathroom and called for a car to the restaurant.
Michael stood as she approached their table. She kicked a leg back at the knee and pressed her chest against his, kissing the side of his mouth. He had already ordered their meals, which arrived before she finished her first glass of wine. Dinner was always comparatively dull, considering what was to follow. He politely asked about her day, as usual. Their dinners together were for him, though, to talk about him and his life, and for her to massage his ego. He liked to chat about his daughter, and Lorna had discovered early in their relationship how much the two young women resembled each other. After that, she occasionally sprinkled a few ‘daddies’ into casual conversation and, sparingly, during sex.
After dinner, they climbed into the Lyft to head for his home-away-from-wife apartment. She draped her leg over his thigh, spreading herself for his probing hand. She made eye contact in the driver’s mirror as Michael nuzzled her neck. He tugged at her panties and she lifted herself to accommodate him. “Eyes front, driver,” he said without looking. Lorna smiled into the mirror and shrugged before the driver looked away.
Lorna wrapped her panties around her wrist, unbuckled Michael’s belt, and unzipped him. She dropped to one knee and leaned over his lap, but he stopped her. “I’ve been hard as a rock as soon as you walked into the restaurant. I don’t want your mouth right now, I want your pussy.” He smiled. “Besides, I’m so worked up I’d probably wreck your gag reflex.”
She fished out his cock and climbed onto his lap. They stared at each other’s eyes as she lowered herself onto him. Softly, into his ear, she sighed, “Oh, Daddy.” They ground against each other and established a rhythm. She lifted a strap away from her shoulder and he suckled her newly-exposed, engorged nipple. She tipped her head way back and moaned - for the driver. Upside-down over her shoulder, she winked at the mirror.
Even though Michael was more than twice her age, or maybe because he was, she never failed to climax. He’d only last three or four minutes, but that was fine by her. His cock was as stiff as any teenager’s and he knew how to use it. Still a bit raw from the invading silicone earlier, her vagina forgave her as it wrapped itself around real skin, and boned. She tapped a finger against her clit and brought herself to a very satisfying, if not earth-shattering, climax. She made a bigger show of it for Michael’s benefit, of course.
That was enough for him, and he signaled he was ready. She climbed off and knelt, taking his member into her mouth just in time for the first spurt. She sucked and swallowed, looking up at him, until there was nothing more. There would be no cleaning fee for this ride.
Upstairs, her dress and panties were in a pile by the door before he could get the lights on. She kissed him as she pulled his jacket off, which she hung carefully by the door. She came back for his tie, lifting the noose up over his head and dropping it over hers. She unbuttoned his top button, then wiggled her pear-shaped ass to the kitchenette. He had selected the wine earlier, and there were two glasses with a corkscrew alongside. She opened the wine with a delightful pop and poured their drinks.
She sipped her wine while handing the other over to him, and they worked together to get him naked. She admitted to herself that if she ever developed a father fetish, this was the guy to go to. They kissed, trying not to spill their wine as she rubbed her slit against his stiffening cock.
She took a bigger sip. His good taste in wine was incontestable. “The nerve of that driver, right?”
Michael laughed loudly. “You’re as bad as my daughter.”
“Badder, I hope.” She hopped up onto the counter and opened herself for him. He bent over and licked her taint before enveloping her swollen sex with his mouth. That is what Lorna was waiting for. This man, through talent or practice, she didn’t care which, was a master at manipulating a muff. She moaned and swung her legs over his shoulders, and took another sip of wine. Mary Beth should take lessons from this man, she thought. Mary Beth was curiously clumsy around a cunt, considering that she had one herself.
Lorna could do this all night, but that wouldn’t be fair. She stopped holding herself back and let the tide rise. She grabbed two fistfuls of hair, and with an “Oh, …, …, …, GOD!” she came on his face. She giggled a little when she was done and emptied her glass. “Your turn?”
“Uh, uh. I want to fuck you again.”
“Hell hath frozen over, a man hath turned down two blow jobs in one night!” She picked up his full glass and scurried to the full-length window overlooking the city. She sincerely wondered if her vagina could go through with this, what with her earlier poundings. But her sugar daddy could never know about her sugar mama.
He came up from behind and placed a hand on her belly as he kicked her legs further apart. She kept her balance with a palm flat against the window and didn’t spill a drop from her glass. Neither she nor her pussy were in any position to resist as he slid in and began thrusting. This was going to be good, and this was going to be bad, she thought. Despite the day’s abuse, she climaxed again, this time more of an aftershock than an earthquake. Just a few minutes more passed before he shot his second load, this time deep inside her.
Michael withdrew and Lorna spun around to face him with a lascivious grin. She lowered the wine glass between her legs and let his cream ooze out into it. She scooped out the last little bit and stirred the mixture with her finger. She offered it to him, but he politely refused, so she drank it down herself. She made him kiss her hard though, afterwards.
He broke the kiss and hunted down his clothes. “I’ve got to get home. You can stay if you want.”
Lorna thanked him but said no. “Michael, my rent’s coming due. Could I have that before you go, and maybe a little play money besides?” She brought him his shoes and his wallet.
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Lorna finished her shower after washing her buttocks and her long, sinewy legs and feet. She could have stayed for hours, but admitted to herself that a good night's sleep would be a much better remedy for three trysts in one day.
She turned off the water and nearly fell when she stepped out onto something rubbery and squishy.
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Lorna got into the car outside Michael's apartment. On her way home to her overdue studies, she received a text from her occasional boyfriend. “Don’t forget. You promised.” Lorna sighed and gave the driver a new address.
Tap-tap-tap. “I'm on my way. You better make it worth it.”
Lorna and Alex used to be a couple. Fast forward, they were no longer a couple but they still coupled. Alex was going through a dry spell and Lorna had promised that she’d end it. She wouldn’t break another date.
She let herself in and found him in his recliner watching TV. “Hey, Studly, jerking off to ‘The Golden Girls’ again?”
Alex’s face lit up. “Not since your Sophia intervention.” He stage-whispered, “I was in a dark place.”
Lorna straddled him and gave him a big kiss. “Move over.” She squeezed in next to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
“You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me.” They snuggled silently for a minute. “Rough day?”
She sighed. “Hm-hmm.”
“Mikey?”
“Hm-hmm.”
“So, not her, the not-a-lesbian?”
“Mary Beth. Her too. With her new strap-on.”
“Ouch!”
“Hmm-HM!”
“We don’t have to.”
She gave him a kiss. “No, I want to.” She casually rubbed his crotch. “Want a BJ first?”
“Not really.” He kissed her temple.
Lorna made a frowny-face. “The only one who wanted a blow job today was Mary Beth! I thought I gave good blow jobs!”
Alex mock-soothed her. “You are good. You can’t deep-throat worth a shit, but other than that you’re the best. If you’re a good girl I’ll let you blow me some other time.”
“You’ll let your mama. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”
Alex stood up and pulled Lorna after him. Arms wrapped around each other, they headed for his bedroom.
“I hope your sheets are clean.”
“Only for you.”
Lorna dropped her dress and panties onto the floor and climbed onto the bed. She ever-so-gently got herself ready while Alex undressed. She smiled and kept her comments to herself when she saw he was going commando. His cock was longer than most, but thinner than most, with a pleasing curve.
He stripped off his shirt and joined Lorna on the bed. She blocked her pussy as his face approached it. “You probably don’t want to do that.” He grimaced knowingly and pushed her finger in with his finger, taking charge, stirring them together. Lorna relaxed, freed from the pressures to perform, and let her juices flow. He caressed her opening with his tip and began sliding it in.
“Careful.”
He kissed her as acknowledgment and slowly, tenderly pushed himself to the hilt. He held it there for a few seconds.
Lorna knew what was going on. “You okay there?”
Alex chuckled softly. “Too okay.”
“Go ahead, baby, do what you need to do. I won’t mind.”
He sighed and began to pump, quickly picking up speed, and after only a few seconds he emptied himself.
Lorna soothed him. “That felt like a cannon in there. That felt nice. Can you keep going?” She knew he could.
“You know I can.” Alex refused to let himself go slack. He had a lot more sperm in his sack that needed to come out. He swiveled his hips, which made her clamp down on his hardening, rotating member. He withdrew halfway and re-entered with a mutual sigh. He set up a quick pace, which made Lorna flinch a few times.
Lorna knew this was going to take a while, and her poor pussy would never be able to take it. “Wait, wait.” She pushed him off and got up. “Sorry.” She cupped herself as she got out of bed and wiped away the cum with a few tissues. She dumped them onto his nightstand and handed him his bottle of lube. Alex was confused until she got back onto the bed and propped his pillows under her belly.
In Alex’s mind, there was a halo around that shapely derriere and he heard angels sing. His cock ached, it was so hard. “No way!”
She gave her tush a little wiggle. “My pussy is just worn out. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” Lorna didn’t usually care for anal sex, but Alex’s cock was built for it, so she didn’t mind it so much with him.
Alex worked in a copious amount of lube and mounted her. “Here we go.” He gradually worked his way in, knowing she couldn’t take his entire length. Once she was relaxed and comfortable, he started his rapid, shallow thrusts. Lorna rested her cheek on his mattress and almost napped as he tapped her ass. She woke up when he froze and grunted more of his seed into her. She tightened her sphincters as he pulled out.
Alex swiped a couple of tissues from the box, cleaned off his cock, and dabbed her brown button to let her know he was ready to mop away his spunk. He gave each cheek a kiss and rolled her off the pillows. They kissed affectionately for a while. “Do you want to stay?”
“No, I should get home to sleep. I missed doing a mess of my homework.”
“Shower?”
She kissed him again. “I need one, but I’ll do that at home too.” She got dressed while Alex ordered a car for her.
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“What the hell?” Lorna had slipped on something, but caught herself with the shower handrail when she saw the tentacles. She snatched the bat and whaled on one slithering against the floor, then swung and hit the other as it approached in the air. She kept beating on them until they retreated back into the toilet. She ran to get her phone and raced back to make sure they hadn’t crept back out. She stood on top of the seat and called Maintenance.
“You need to get someone over here right now! There’re snakes or eels or something crawling out of my toilet.” Pause. “No I haven’t been drinking, you asshole!” Pause. “Fuck you something heavy! Get your lard ass up here and sit on the seat!” Pause. “Fine, first thing in the morning. You be here or I will FIND you!”
Still standing on the seat, Lorna carefully peeked under the tank cover and sighed, relieved that the only thing in there was water. She thought about what she might have around that was heavy enough, and jumped off to fetch her free weights. She stacked two, ten-pounders and two, five-pounders on the seat, and gave it a little test. There was no way they were getting out now, but she nevertheless shut the bathroom door and stuffed a towel in the crack.
Exhausted, Lorna eventually fell asleep with the bat in her hand.
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Lorna was having the strangest dream. She was very aroused and it felt like she was being fucked by Alex, then Michael, then others, all at the same time, but not all at once, yet nobody was there. She could stay like that forever, drifting, when suddenly she had an orgasm that emerged from deep within, starting everywhere and nowhere. The shock shook her awake and she moaned as it crested and subsided, then crested again. Her labia were still sore, yet she wanted to stroke herself. She felt a little tug at her wrist when she moved her arm.
She was still disoriented from her sleep and her climax, and thought nothing of the tentacle deep in her womb. She pet it like she would a cat. She wriggled on the bed, feeling so good yet still sore and tender. Maybe later, she reasoned, she could do this later. Both hands were stroking the thing when a thought pushed its way to the front. This thing. This snake. The SNAKE!
Lorna gripped the slippery tentacle and pulled as much of it out as she could. Tendrils around her wrist tightened, but their angle of attack only helped her as she yanked on the one in her pussy. She felt its head swell inside, preventing removal. She tugged and pulled with all the strength her arms could summon and finally, the bulb popped unmercifully from her. She crossed her knees and ankles to prevent reentry. The tentacles tried to reassert dominance, but she leaped forward and grabbed onto her stripper pole.
She mounted the pole and swung her torso around and around, winding the tentacles tightly around it until they were forced to release her. Her bat wasn’t in sight, so she ran to the kitchen, where her phone was charging.
Lorna counted four tentacles chasing after her. She reached the counter, but her wrists and legs were bound before she could pick up the phone. While she struggled against her restraints, two more tentacles reached her. One rose up and refilled her pussy. She stopped struggling when she felt its wondrous undulations. Her mind went foggy again and was aware only that it felt even more wonderful when another one invaded her ass.
Yield.
Lorna wasn’t sure where that thought came from or what it meant. She just relaxed and enjoyed the sensations.
A tendril that stripped away the parent tentacle entwined her sensitive clitoris, vibrating like a violin string. Two more, tubes with stigmatic tongues and plump edges, sealed themselves around her nipples. A strong vacuum drew blood into her already-engorged teethers. Lorna was frustrated that her restraints prevented her from helping her attacker.
Yield.
Lorna’s breathing became more labored as she approached another climax. One more tentacle hovered in front of her face and plunged between her parted lips. The tentacle triggered her gag reflex, which momentarily shook her from the erotic revelry and allowed an underlying sense of panic to rise. Instinctively, Lorna bit down hard on the tentacle, detaching its tip from its arm.
Pain.
The pack of tentacles recoiled and the seducing fog lifted. Curiously, Lorna's first cognizant thought was how delicious this thing was. She chewed on it as her attentions returned to the stunned tentacles. Before they could restrict her arms again, she slid a knife from its block and cut off the one coiled around her left wrist. A tentacle tried to regain control of her right hand, but she flipped the knife to her left hand and severed that tentacle as well. She withdrew a second knife but hesitated when the thick one in her pussy started to sing to her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The wounded tentacles were already healing.
Yield.
“No!” she screamed, and crossed her swords, slicing twice through the thick tentacle lodged between her legs. A fresh tentacle wrapped around her neck, but she quickly cut through the coils, nicking her jaw in the process. Lorna made quick work of the ones around her ankles and up her ass, and pulled the remnants out from there and from her vagina.
Lorna was free, but she knew it would be temporary. The ends of the wounded tentacles were healing as they twitched on the floor. She continued hacking away at them, still hoping she could kill the things. She retraced her way to her bedroom, and put one knife down long enough to pull on a pair of jeans. If they were still determined to fight their way inside her, she didn’t have to make it easy.
She felt their rage and used it against them. They retreated to the bathroom, but Lorna stayed on the offensive. She expected to chase them back into the toilet, but instead, she saw a glowing object spinning in mid-air, opening and folding back like a paper lantern. Lorna figured that this was some kind of portal, to another dimension, maybe, and that’s where they came out of. And where they were escaping to.
Lorna only took a second to decide there could be no escape. She grabbed a handful of the ever-thinning tendrils and pulled. She encountered almost no resistance, and pulled again. The weakened tentacles tried to wrap around her limbs, but she easily cut them off and pulled again until she heard a ‘whoosh’ as the portal collapsed into nothing.
A small, pulsating ball, black with red and blue mottling, dangled from the remaining tentacles in Lorna’s hand. She lifted the toilet seat, paused, and reconsidered. She ran with it to the kitchen, turned on the garbage disposal, and took a picture with her phone before she shoved it down.
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The next morning, neighbor-cum-alarm clock June rang Lorna’s doorbell with her elbow.
“You look like hell,” she said, handing her an extra-large chai latte.
Lorna was dressed in an over-sized t-shirt, stained with tentacle monster goo. “You have no idea,” she replied and recounted her overnight ordeal.
“Honey, either that’s one wild dream or one of your sugars slipped something into your drink.”
First, Lorna showed her the picture. Then she motioned for her friend to follow her into the kitchen, where she opened both doors of the double-wide refrigerator. It was stuffed with plasticware and plastic bags full of chopped-up tentacles. She took out a container of tentacle rings and offered them to June.
June hesitated and sampled a small one. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief and took two more pieces.
“Oh my God, these taste amazing! They’re like squid and lobster and bacon all at once! And. Oh.”
Lorna popped one into her mouth, and grinned knowingly. “You have something you’d like to add?”
June felt flushed. “I’m actually getting turned on eating this!”
“Uh, huh.”
“Tentacle monster, you say?”
“Uh, huh.”
June looked at the refrigerator. “What are you going to do with all that?”
“I’m not sure. I was thinking of throwing a party tonight.”
Coming next, ‘Tentacle Monster Calamari Party.’
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