The Tentacle Monster Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Tentacle Monster Part 1

... woman was near by, our eyes diverted to them constantly, and I could feel a want, almost a hunger for them. And it wasn't just me, it was Frank too. We were both friends and enemies at first, we knew were stuck together, but when he started trying to pull women into the shadows, I tried to stop him, it became evident that I was merely along for the ride. He did listen to me at first, but then all he would say was 'feed, hungry' in his deep commanding dark voice. I told him we don't eat people much less women but he just ignored me and moved on. We got weaker though, moved less and less throughout the day, resting more, we both could feel the drain. We took a break in a little culvert in a dark ally that night. A woman wondered down that alleyway that night, alone, a hooker taking a short cut home. This time, Frank didn't heed my words despite my desperate attempt but I soon gave in, exhausted and hopeless, our tentacles wrapped around her legs and pulled her in screaming into the culvert. I could feel myself become aroused, I tried not to look or feel but it wasn't my choice. Our tentacles grew more sensitive, touching her skin was a whole new feeling, and arousing, like they were my cock and fingers oddly enough. Suddenly I understood what he was doing, we weren’t going to eat her, he was going rape her, we were going to rape her. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't and I was still too weak. A tentacle held down each arm and each leg, she was spread eagle on the concrete ...

... in her sexy little outfit, she wasn’t a top dollar whore but I bet she still made good money. She was wearing a short jean skirt, and I mean short, and pretty pink tank top that barely covered her B cups tits. Her brown-blonde hair was fanned out above her head. She had decent pale skin, brown eyes. I caught a wif of her perfume and sweat, and something else. It was then I also realized that the scent we caught was not perfume or body odor, it was the scent of her pussy. Meanwhile Frank went to work on her. One main tentacle Frank shoved in her mouth to muffle her scream and caused her to gag, she bit down but our skin was too hard and that only made things worse for her as I could feel Frank get angry. I tired to clam her down and told her I'm sorry over and over again but that did little but make her panic as she couldn't understand what was going on only hearing my voice inside her head. I could see the fear in her eyes and saw the reflection of a monster in them. I felt terrible, but I could also feel our need to do this to her. Our tentacles started to get slimy, as did the rest of our body now hovered over her using our powerful tentacles to lift up our body. The remaining three rubbed her all over, under her belly shirt, her skirt and panties, I could feel every inch of her soft skin and couldn't help but feel aroused. We covered her body in our slime, head to toe. The other of our main tentacles slipped into her pussy slowly, she struggled but it didn't matter, we were ...