Loose Clothes




Story -

It's only been two days since the last time she had a date with the host. She's been flicking herself with the memory of his image ever since, imagining what she wanted to happen the next time she visited him.

The specific choice of her clothes today should prove itself functional for the purpose of fulfilling her secret fantasy. She took her decent time to carefully place which part of her skin she would give away and which part to only leave a vague hint for him to curious about. Staring at her agile body through the mirror, she began to think how erotic it would be to see that body tangled up by the lusty tentacles, and experiencing the full sensation of such troubled frames. Her shirt pretty much showed the shape of her breasts and her short jeans were loosened enough that one only needed an eye underneath her legs to see through her crouch that's vaguely covered by simple underclothes. It's something he certainly has enough eyes to see.

Walking into his invitation, she immediately noticed the interior of the house was clustered by his deliciously gross flesh and tentacles. She nervously watched how he was amused by her presence. It was almost as if the entire house closed down toward her. She was relieved that he seemed to agree with her looks. It didn't take her much effort to persuade him from that point. All she needed to do was unbutton the top of the jeans, sit on one of his flesh blobs and tightly press her crouch on it. She gently squeezed him with her legs and embraced the impure sensation climbing through her spine. Soon her immediate surroundings transformed itself into tentacles and tangled her limbs. And a tunnel that's big enough to slide her whole body through revealed itself beneath her. It was a pleasant surprise that he behaved as if he read her mind with only a few small hints she was giving away. She watched how he prepared the maw of tentacles underneath her, where soon her body was slowly descending into. At some point she lost track of how deep she was sliding down to estimate the size of the host, and her thoughts become more occupied with the number of tentacles she was sliding through that she anticipated to be used to stimulate her fantasy very soon.

Sliding gently stopped. And she prepared herself as she sensed these tentacles began to develop a taste for feeling her soft skin and creeping on her. Loose clothing she was wearing that vaguely shielded her private skin certainly posed no resistance against the slippery tentacles of the host. He did not simply invade her sensitive areas, however. He teased, intimidated what he can do to her whenever he wanted, filling and kissing the bare skin of her upper thighs and ribs.

She dared him, and invited him with a few flexible hip swings that made him slip deeper under her pants. Her core skin felt the presence of a foreign consciousness. His heat and moist full of anticipation tingled her heightened sense. And their curiosity introduced one another with only the last layer of thin cloth between them. More tentacles slid over her skin toward the tension.

Her eagerness jumped her wild. Her lips kissed one of the tentacles and licked the flexible wet surface, moistening the cloth between and revealing what was underneath through it. The rest of the tentacles joined the party and made sure not a single piece of her skin is left alone without care.

Her body trapped, tongues tasted her bondage, every inch of her touched, covered in her fantasy. She softly struggled without a hope of escaping the domination of lustful pool that engulfed her body and infinitely transforming its shapes and appetites. She let her moans slip out of her heavy chest that buried in the sound of the slimy flesh slipped all over her body. She knew she had lost control of her body completely. She could only feel his intense excitement to her that grew as much as her arousal. She thought it was hilarious how much every moment of this violation was exactly what she craved. She would have laughed in blissful joy if her body wasn't too busy choking in her own moans, which made this even funnier that her body didn't know how to make the noise for it.

Not long after, the host drove her to so many sensations that she had nowhere left to go but to the climax. Her muscle tensed, stretched and struggled to reach its destination. But he held her, her very first precious orgasm. He wouldn't let her go so easily. She didn't want him to let her go either. He carefully balanced the muse so she could be in the near climax as long as possible. It was her own body that betrayed her and violently searching for anything to grind itself intently as possible. Soon her body found a way and released itself, moaned and stiffened with satisfaction.

What her body didn't anticipate was that this was only the first chapter of the story and he still had so many beautiful climaxes he wanted to share. She quickly realized her body was making even worse mistakes by retreating and thrusting her hips to evade further stimulation, which only resulted in slipping into more of his ambushes. With the panic of her body and the joy of her mind, she thrusted her pubes with every fiber of her body and multiple chain orgasms began to spread through her frame. Overwhelmed by her own violence, the frustration of her body faded away along with the fatigues between climaxes. Her fear of an early ending of this evening vanished. She felt as if her energy was limitless as much as he is with his lust for her. Her fascination with her newly found potential grew a pride in the level of roller coasters she can take. She ignored how long her body has been struggling as if it's breaking apart. She wanted more. She begged him for more. But only an unintelligible moan escaped her mouth in an uncontrollable tension. The hilariousness of herself nearly made her laugh. But the sheer force of her own unforeseen level of arousal stopped her from bursting it out. But a hint of a smile on her dreamy face in the midst of chaos was all he needed to grant her wishes.

She felt a cluster of tentacles her sensitive skin was sitting on was making another transformation. She guessed it was a surface of a face that formed inside of her jeans because of how it felt and moved. Its mouth started pulling suction on her lips and it had three more layers of mouths stacked within themselves. All of them were great kissers with one of them particularly obsessed with the top of her lips. Her lips joyfully kissed them back with the moist filled spasms and hysterical jolts.

Another wave of transformation spread through her sensations, but not before she experienced every bit of the highlights.

She danced her special song of the ecstasy all evening in the blissful agony.

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