Page 20 of Monster Mansion

“Fuck, you’ve got amazing tits,” he groaned as he saw me in just my lacy black bra. He gently snapped one of the straps. “Please tell me I can take this off of you.”

I could barely speak I was so turned on, but I let out a breathy sigh and nodded vigorously. Jake’s hands worked quickly, and before I knew it, I was entirely topless and exposed. The bartender’s face immediately dove for my large breasts and nipped at and around my nipple. I wanted him so badly, I could hardly wait any longer. I clawed for his t-shirt, trying to pull it over his head.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he said as he sat up. “You’ll get your turn if you want it, but for now,” his hands trickled down from my chest to the top of my jeans. “I really want to get these off.”

He began to peel off my pants, and I did my best to lift my backside up off the couch to help him. He had my panties hooked around his fingers, so as soon as my jeans were turned inside out and pulled off the ends of my toes, I was officially naked and laid before him. I looked him right in the eye and hoped my expression was saying, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” in all the ways I couldn’t get the courage to say with my own voice.

“God, you’re sexy,” Jake said as he licked his lips. “I bet you taste as good as you look.”

Without warning, he grabbed my arm closest to the back of the couch and pulled me up into a sitting position with my feet on the floor, and I watched in delight as he got on the ground and positioned himself in front of me. Though his earlier questions for consent were appreciated, I liked this new assertiveness. He pushed my legs apart, knelt between them, and gently began to kiss the inside of my thighs, then traced the outline of my wetness with his index finger.

“You’re already so wet,” he said quietly.

“I can’t help it,” I gasped as he ran his finger straight down my center. “You’re driving me absolutely bat-shit crazy.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he responded between kisses.

Then, like his life depended on it, he pressed his mouth against my clit and expertly flicked his tongue over it. I pressed myself into him and arched my spine, doing everything I could to angle myself and allow him better access. He wrapped his arms around both my legs, hooked my knees over his elbows, and held me in place as his tongue lapped me up and down. A feral groan could be heard on every one of his exhales, and it surprised me to hear a few of my own groans slip out unbidden. His tongue was doing more on its own than any other man I’d ever been with had accomplished with their whole body. I could feel droplets of sweat run down between my breasts, and my breath kept catching in my lungs as my body tensed under Jake’s expertise.

He was good at this. Indescribably good at this. His tongue flipped back and forth between penetrating my core and applying delicate swirling pressure on my clit, and at times, it felt like he was doing both at, even though I knew that was impossible with both of his hands still clutching my pale thighs. I knew I was going to cum very hard and very soon. My nails ran through Jake’s hair and pulled him harder into me, and I could feel his tongue penetrating me. I couldn’t explain it, and I wasn’t sure how he was doing it, but I feltfull, like my innermost walls were being pushed apart, and before I knew it, I was bucking out and crying his name in ecstasy. Electricity shot through my arms and legs and down my spine as I rode the waves of my orgasm while Jake continued to hold me still.

Like a machine, he never stopped. As my orgasm started to wane, he simply shook his face against me and encouraged a second one from the depths of my core. I twitched in pleasure as he manipulated my most sensitive area with such studied perfection I couldn’t understand.

“Oh, god, please stop, I can’t take any more,” I pleaded between exhausted giggles. My clit had become overly sensitive to the touch, and I knew I was absolutely spent for the night.

I felt Jake’s grip loosen on my thighs, and I looked down at him with bedroom eyes and a tired pout, but what looked back at me was nothing I’d expected.

I watched in half-horror, half-confusion as Jake pulled his face away from between my legs. Where his tongue should have been, he instead withdrew from my body two tentacles both writhing and reeling with freedom.Tentacles. I wanted to know how he was able to play with me as he did, and now I knew. He hadn’t noticed me staring. I blinked hard to confirm what I was seeing, but when I opened my eyes again, the tentacles were nowhere to be seen.

“Holy shit,” I said, unable to hold back my shock.

“What? Nobody’s ever made you come twice in a row before?” Jake asked as he finally met my gaze, his eyes still nearly all black with dilation.

“Well, yeah, no. Nobody has. That was something else, but I thought…” I glanced at Jake again as he crawled up on the couch next to me. I didn’t see anything unusual about him. “Nevermind. I don’t know what I thought.”

Jake reached to the floor and tossed me my panties and my t-shirt.

“Are you okay?” he asked with what sounded like genuine concern in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m totally okay,” I said with a touch of awe as I pulled my t-shirt back over my head. “My eyes must have been playing tricks on me.”

“No tricks here,” Jake said with a smile as he leaned over and kissed me.

I opened my mouth slightly to let his tongue explore my mouth and could swear I felt the sensation oftentaclesagain as my tongue ran over several raised circular suckers. I reeled back in surprise and saw Jake once again with two slithering tentacles where his tongue should be, but they were gone again in a flash, like they were never there to begin with.

I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t real, and I didn’t want to sound crazy. I tried to convince myself it was my subconscious concerns leaking into my wine and tequila soaked mind.

“If you’rereallyokay—and you can tell me if you’re not—would it be alright with you if I crashed here on the couch for just a little while before I call a car to pick me up?” Jake asked as he affectionately ran his fingers over my legs. “I’m kinda falling asleep.”

I rubbed my eyes as I realized how tired I was as well. Maybe that was why I was seeing things. “Um,” I said, struggling to keep my voice normal. “That’s perfectly fine. Is it alright, um, if I stay with you on the couch?”

“Of course,” he said, pointedly not noticing my newfound awkwardness.

He squeezed in behind me and the back of the couch, then lazily draped his arms around me. The steady sound of his breath was comforting, and I eventually let my body soften in his arms. My fight-or-flight instinct slipped away, leaving me feeling even more exhausted and more than a tad silly. What the hell had I been thinking? I felt certain that the horrifying sight of Jake with a mouth full of tentacles couldn’t bereal. At least, I was unable to process the possibility of any other option. My body was reeling from post-orgasmic bliss, and my brain was still stuck in an alcohol induced fog. Everything would make sense in the morning, right?

Between the low, warm crackle of the fire, and Jake’s body heat, sleep found me quickly and easily, washing away the last few dregs of the fear and pleasure that had quickened my heart.

Chapter8

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