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Imagine This #14 - Tentacles

Your ex made you feel so bad about your weight that you no longer want to be on top during sex, even though it's your favorite position.

That was how it remained until you met Omran. He's the first monster partner you've ever had, twice your height with a vaguely humanoid torso and striped tentacles for limbs. His body is always shifting shapes, sometimes he's taller, other times he's broader.

As it turns out, his favorite position is with you on top. He begged for weeks before you finally caved. You practically held your breath as you straddled him, anticipating the immediate complaints that you were too heavy, too slow, too this or that. The complaints never came. He shivered under you, his eyes closed and chest heaving.

"Omran?" You squeak. "Is this okay?"

"No, actually," he replies, grabbing your hips to stop you from grinding on him. "I'm about to cum."

"But... You're not even inside me yet," you murmur, heat rushing into your cheeks.

The host of tentacles that emerge from his slit wriggle needily, curling against your inner thigh. The biggest one is stiffer and less bendy than the rest, throbbing wildly against you.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I want you on top," he huffs. "Can't even open my eyes. "

"Why?" You pout.

"You're too pretty like this. I'm going to embarrass myself," he grumbles and you smack his chest playfully, a warm smile breaking out on your face.

"Shut up!" You giggle. "You're overdoing it now."

"Am I?" He opens his eyes and his tentacled arms pull you down against him, firm and supple.

His tongue flicks against your lips and plunges into your mouth. You suck on it and cup his face, stroking the smaller tentacles that run down his jaw like a beard.

"Inside me," you gasp. "Please?"

"Fuck yes," he mumbles, his tentacled arms circling and suctioning your nipples.

Between your thighs the thick tentacle sinks into you, narrow at the tip and flaring at the base with a knot that takes a lot of foreplay to manage. The warm slick leaking out of the tip helps ease the stretch. Your walls clamp down on him and he hisses in response.

"Go on, ride me," he encourages, lying stubbornly still. "Move that sweet body of yours, darling."

And so you obey, and he lets you do whatever you want as you ride him fast and hard, the bed squeaking. His tentacles curl around your soft belly and hips, assisting you in thrusting against his slippery length.

"Look at you," he praises between his own moans. "So beautiful."

And you believe him.

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stonedboypussy · 4 hours

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Can I request a ghost x curvy fem reader that performs some stealth exhibitionism on her in public?

Here you go, I hope this works for you anon -

NSFW 18+, MDNI

Ghost x Curvy Fem Reader

CW: dub con, stealth exhibitionism, semi public sex, dirty talk.

Title: Tourist Trap

You’re talking to some other tourists in the drawing room of the stately home when you feel it. Hands settling on your hips and then gliding down over the rounded curve of your stomach. Nothing is visible when you look down. The man and his wife in front of you prattle on, unaware.

“They say his appetite for sex was monstrous!” The woman titters, " There were rumours that the galas he held were nothing more than orgies in disguise.”

You nod distractedly: the hands are now squeezing at your thighs approvingly and inching them apart.

It does my confidence wonders to be remembered, a voice whispers in your ear with a chuckle.

Then there’s pressure against your clit over your underwear and you feel it being stroked. Your cunt becomes hot at the attention and when you widen your stance a little to give better access, the pressure moves down and in, breaching your pussy lips and sliding across the wetness it finds there. You feel your cheeks begin to flush.

The couple point out the picture of the previous owner of the manor. You smile and agree he looks devilish, with his high arched nose and deep eyes. All whilst that man’s ghost is teasing his fingers across your folds and sending small shocks of desire through your body.

Take a good look at the spirit that going to fuck you, the ghost says and you feel him slide into your cunt.

You bite your lip, sure the couple must be able to tell something is going on. You wait for them to call you out with disgust in their voices. You're sure they must be able to hear the slick sounds of the ghost’s fingers crooking and scissoring in your tight hole, your underwear pulled aside.

Finally the couple, bored by your short responses, leave. You listen to their footsteps fade as they walk down the hall and huff out a breath you’ve been holding.

The pressure withdraws then and you wonder if it's all over, but the touch transfers to your soft breasts and doubles, so both of your nipples are plucked and rolled between ghostly fingers.

Bend over the table. Now, the ghost commands in his velvety voice.

You obey.

The skirt of your dress is yanked up, your head pushed down and hair gripped. When you remove your underwear and tilt up your ass, you hear a deep throaty laugh, from behind you. Desperate for me already? the ghost says.

The way you spread your legs seems to serve as an answer. Your ass is squeezed and you feel the fat blunt head of something press against you and stop after parting your cunt lips. You buck your hips back and feel the intrusion against your hole slide home. A groan spills from your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness, the ghost’s cock snug and seated deep. Encouraged by your reaction, the ghost begins to thrust in and out of you with deep punishing shoves that make the table rattle rhythmically.

You grip the edge of the table and cant your hips up. The change in angle makes the ghost’s cock hit a spot that make your legs shake and as it is hit again and again, your pants become whines.

A hand graps behind your knee, pushing it up to the table and exposing your cunt further. You think about how many tourists must be wandering around the stately home. Anyone could come in and see you, splayed over a table, your pussy stretched wide by an invisible cock, gaping and swollen.

Like a desperate little whore, the voice says.

“Yes,” you say, “yes.”

I should hold you down after. On display and ready for anyone to fuck into after I’m finished with you.

It’s that image that makes you come: cunt clenching around the ghost’s cock and your muscles tensing as a wave of pleasure washes over you.

The ghost fucks you through and beyond your orgasm: pumping into you fast and ragged now. Your head is tugged back and your hands scrabble to hold you up on the table. Your spine arches. There’s a final slam and grind and then coolness spills inside you.

You drop back to the table then, your body limp as an abandoned doll. A hand strokes across your hair.

You'll get up in a minute.

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