I'll be your uke-ulele

“I’m okay. Just took too many edibles, I’m exhausted. I just want to lay here for a while longer.”

“Aw, that’s fine, you can lay down as long as you want.”

The room spun as someone else suddenly pulled on my ankles, dragging me down to the foot of the bed and hanging my ass over the edge. My dress rolled up around my waist. “Wait,” I protested, dizzy. I recognized my friend Mark as he pulled my panties off and bent my legs back. His girlfriend grabbed my ankles and held me there. The weight of my thighs, the drugs, the surprise all made me start panting. “Wait!” I tried again, my voice weak. Mark ignored me. She held my legs open while he started running his cock over my pussy and I started moaning.

As Mark teased me with his cock I struggled, my efforts in vain - I was still too fucked up to move my body much, the skinny girlfriend was stronger than she looked, and most importantly, my pussy tingled and throbbed at the touch of this new cock. I could hear how wet I was. I wanted so badly to be fucked. And I wanted to be held down, just like they were doing. I’d never thought of Mark this way, he’d never even flirted with me before.

Mark started nudging my clit with his cockhead, jerking us both off while she watched and braced my legs open. My hips rocked me up and down against his strokes. My head was filled with white noise, but I could hear my own hard breathing. The music from the other room drowned out their voices, but I could see them talking to each other above me. They made out over my head while he stroked my clit with his cock. I felt like a toy. My empty pussy started clenching, searching. Spots of white began to blur my vision. I rocked myself against him faster, and he finally looked away from her to watch me cum.

The first wave hit me gently. At the same time, he pulled his cock away and stroked himself while my mouth dropped open and I groaned low. Squeezing my eyes shut and trying to pull my legs closed, they were forced back apart by her hands. My hips rose and fell with each trembling wave. Then I felt warmth splashing on me. Eyes wide now, I watched Mark cum on me. He stroked himself slowly, dropping huge splatters of cum on me while my cunt clenched around nothing. His load dripped into the folds of my pussy. I felt the different texture seeping dangerously close to my vagina. My orgasm trailed off but aftershocks continued. I dropped my head back, panting, gasping, even weaker.

Her hands moved from my ankles to my knees. Pulled them back as far as they would go, pinning me down harder. “Wait,” I mumbled. Mark ran his cock through his cum, dragging it along my pussylips until he had a puddle corralled, and then pushed it inside my well-lubricated pussy with his still-hard dick. I shook my head and panted, “Wait, wait… please,” as his raw cock filled me. My weak voice was drowned under the music. My cunt clutched at him desperately until he pressed his hips against mine. Fully penetrated, completely unprotected, my sloppy pussy tingled around him. He withdrew, gathered up more cum and pushed it inside me with his next thrust. I cried out, scared of what he was doing. Terrified of how excited I still was. He kept pushing his cum into me with each stroke. She held me still, smiling as she watched.

When he’d finished pushing the first load in he started long steady thrusts. She held my legs open for him as if they’d done this before. I felt his load getting thicker inside me while we fucked. Even without any stimulation my clit started to throb. Cum and my wetness started dripping out of me. They were talking to each other again, exchanging kisses, ignoring me. My messy cunt welcomed his assault. They weren’t hurting me, just using me as a toy. He plowed into me relentlessly. Full strokes from head to base. Working that cum to the back of my pussy. My eyes closed and I started to drift away, in limbo between almost cumming and almost passing out. Hovering warm between them as they enjoyed themselves.

Soon his hands joined hers on my knees. His thrusts got shorter and harder. They were talking again, and this time I heard them.

“Oh Daddy, her too?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna breed all of you.”

“Mmm, you’re so bad. Do it.”

“Wait, what-” Then I felt him cumming. Unmistakable hot throbs were fucked into me. I started shaking. Frightened as I felt my pussy relax and accept him. My head spun anxiously. And still he fucked me, inhuman amounts of cum pouring inside me. I moaned and sobbed, and my cunt devoured his load desperately. Then it was over. He’d emptied himself into me, and fucked it all deep. My pussy was full and drooling. My body used up and exhausted. Mark pulled out, she let go of my legs and I rolled to the side, gasping in shock. His cum gushed out with every exhale. My clit buzzed angrily. My pussy ached. I could almost cum if I touched my clit. They walked away to the bathroom door and I heard them once more.

“Daddy’s gonna get all his friends pregnant at this rate.”

Shifting your pack off your shoulder to the ground, you pull out your most recent reward for a job well done--a map given to you the night before by a very grateful tiefling.

She'd hired you on for a bit of work cleaning out expired and surplus inventory in her storehouse; mostly potions and elixers that had collected one too many layers of dust. Your background in alchemical research made neutralizing their (now potentially adverse) effects a breeze, and after their safe disposal, she'd given you not only the coin promised, but a few other items as well, direct from her "select" stock.

The map (along with a few vials of colorful liquids, powder sachets, and a scroll or two) was given to you with a smile and a look that made something south of your stomach jump.

"One of my favorite places to unwind... think about nothing, meditate, you know. It's a ways out of the village, but if you're half as adventerous as I think you may be..."

She glanced sideways at a summoning scroll she'd caught you eyeing earlier. You tried to fight the blush that bloomed across your face--had your interest been that obvious?

With a huff of slight embarassement, you unrolled the map and gave your surroundings another glance.

The glen you found yourself in was quiet, at the mouth of a small cave overgrown with flora. You could see how one may find it relaxing, but as you neared the growth surrounding the rocks you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous--while you'd heard of these creatures (and spent maybe a night or two in some deeper personal research on them) you'd never met one in person.

Vines growing and hanging off the rocks shifted slightly as you got closer, and you suddenly realized they weren't vines at all.

The shimmering, leaf-green tentrils rose as if in greeting. One of them, thicker than the others, shifted from beneath the pile and slowly approached you, tapping your ankle and then retreating a few inches to gauge your reaction.

You'd heard that tentacle monsters were actually quite docile creatures, and very intelligent. This one seemed in no rush as more tendrils began to circle you curiously, still giving you an ample amount of space.

Seemed that it was waiting for you to make the definitive move.

You slowly raised a hand and awkwardly waved to the thicker tendril still by your ankle. At your movement, a buzz began at the back of your mind. Lacking any kind of mouth or vocal chords, these creatures were known to communicate psychically. As you knelt to pet the tendril, the buzz steadied, the psychic link now tethering the creature's intent to your desire.

Permission granted, the smaller tentacles that had been circling you made eager contact.

There were at least a dozen of them, none thicker than your thumb. Several began to poke and prod, and a group of them pushed against the center of your chest, guiding and pushing you down onto a patch of plush moss-covered ground. They continued to twist and curl around your arms and legs, gently spreading you as the thicker tendril began to rub itself against your thigh.

The sensation of them sliding across your still clothed body made you wimper. (Literally) reading your mind, the thicker tendril began inching closer towards the growing wetness between your legs. Your head fell back into the soft ground beneath you as it finally made contact with a slow but firm, purposeful stroke.

Good as that felt on its own, you almost didn't notice the smaller tentacles slide under your shirt--until of course, they began to curl around your hardening nipples. You cried out in pleasure as they piched in time with the thicker tendril's continuous grinding. You could feel yourself soaking through your shorts at this point, and a far off part of your mind sulked over the potential for a stain to form.

You whined as the thick tendril suddenly stopped and pulled away, the smaller tendrils also withdrawing to allow you to undress without getting tangled.

As you stripped off the last of your garments, the buzz in your mind suddenly renewed itself.

Immediately the creature was back on you, more tendrils than before wrapping and curling around your form. There were different ones now: some with sucker-like appendages on the tips, some with textured sides. Before your mind could fill in the blanks these new tendrils had joined in playing with you; suckers firmly attached to your nipples and you gasped as you felt a tongue-like structure inside begin to flick against them.

The thicker tendril had appeared once again between your legs--not entering you yet but simply resuming its steady massage. You were freely moaning now, grinding with increasing desperation as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

Just before you could reach it, it once again withdrew, a more...ample tentacle replacing it. You weren't sure how much of the buzzing you felt in your head came from the psychic link or your own desire, but as it pressed against your opening the buzz turned into a more steady haze. You felt lightheaded in a delightful way as it stretched you open, your own wetness making it more than easy for it to fit.

For a moment it simply sat inside you, allowing you to adjust to the sensation. Then it slowly started to thrust and curl ever so slightly inside and brushed a spot that had you see stars.

Seemingly satisfied of what it had found, the rest of the tendrils across your body resumed their own actions, lifting your lower half slightly into the air as the thickest tendril began to fuck you in earnest. Another tentacle curled against your cheek, gently prodding the corner of your lips. You eagerly took it into your mouth, its presence stifling your cries of pleasure.

Me o Tojite 3-Byou

Took me quite a while to decensor this one, but I think it’s my favorite :) ❤ Hope you like it!

Laying on my stomach on the couch, playing on my phone. My roommate walks in, coffee cup in hand. We nod to each other, and I go back to my phone. He puts a hand on my ass, and I'm too surprised to react. Keep scrolling. He lifts my skirt and thumbs my asshole. My legs spread a little, but I bite my lip and don't turn around. He presses the head of his cock against the wet spot on my panties. My hips rock into him. He pulls my panties aside and pushes his cock inside me. We both exhale, but don't say anything. He pumps into me slowly, letting his balls squish against my clit. I keep scrolling and bite my lips, silently taking his dick deeper with each thrust. I gasp once. He grunts once.

“Ah!” I whisper.

“Mmm,” he whispers.