Tentacle Monster Calamari (Part 1 of 2)

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. ——————————– ‘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 güvenilir bahis 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?” ——————————– 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 güvenilir bahis siteleri 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. ——————————– 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, iddaa siteleri 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.