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Octo-lover

Copyright© 2021 by B.B. Rattan

Chapter 3

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - I want to please my girlfriend in any way that she wants, but the things she wants are a little...weird.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Reluctant   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humor   Zoophilia   non-anthro   BDSM   FemaleDom   Anal Sex   Fisting   Sex Toys  

I walk back over to the bed, grab the prosthetic tentacle, and carry it to the tub. Jessica peels off the dress she wore to dinner and steps up to the tub’s edge. She looks fantastic, facing me with a giddy gleam in her eyes. Then she steps over the edge and into the tub, sinking down into the hot water. I follow her, dipping a toe in the water.

“Don’t forget the lube,” she calls, sinking into the water up to her neck and sighing.

I pull my toe back out of the tub and get the lube from the hotel nightstand before returning. I stand expectantly at the tub’s edge, watching Jessica and wondering if I’ve forgotten anything else.

“Should I ... put the tentacle on?”

Jessica half opens her eyes and nods at me. She looks relaxed. I sit the bottle of lubricant on the ledge of the tub and slide the prosthetic tentacle over my right hand, pulling it up over my forearm. I look at myself in the mirror, wearing nothing but a purple tentacle. I shrug at myself.

“Ready for me to get in?”

“Yes.”

I step over the tub’s edge. The water is hot—hotter than I expected. I pull the foot back out.

“Wow, that is really hot. How are you laying in that?”

“It feels great. Like all my muscles are melting.”

“I’m surprised your skin isn’t melting. How about I hang out next to you while the water cools?” I sit my bare ass on the edge of the tub, facing away from Jessica. I have to twist my body around and lean my non-tentacle arm on the ledge to see her. She sinks down further, submerging her head under the water. When she comes back up, all of her hair is wet. She looks extremely sexy. I look at myself in the mirror next to her, awkwardly posed on the tub ledge with an octopus arm. I feel like a fool. Plus, my back and arm are starting to hurt being posed in this awkward position.

“How about I rub your shoulders?” I say to Jessica.

“That sounds nice.” She raises herself up in the water enough for her shoulders to be revealed. I can see her breasts and nipples just below the water’s surface, slightly distorted, like her nipples are part of some abstract painting. Then I turn around and kneel on the floor next to the tub. I already regret this decision. The floor is hard tile, and my knees hurt the moment I start kneeling on it, but I told Jessica I would rub her shoulders.

I reach one hand down to her left shoulder. Then I raise my other hand—the one with the tentacle on it—and stare at it.

“Umm...” I lay the tentacle over her shoulder as gently as I can, not sure that I can really massage her shoulders like this. I start rubbing her left shoulder with my hand and simply slithering the tentacle over her right shoulder. I’m not sure that it’s doing much in the way of relaxation, but Jessica starts moaning and sighing at the sensation, so I guess I’m doing all right. At least her left shoulder muscles will be less tense.

I look down and see that the floppy end of the tentacle is trailing into the water. No, it’s not just in the water. It’s trailing over her shoulder and down her submerged breast. As I move my right hand in what I thought was a futile rubbing motion, the tentacle has been slithering up and down Jessica’s tit, rubbing over her nipple under the water.

“This is really nice,” she says. “Come here. Get in the water, Sol.”

I’m grateful for the opportunity to get off my knees on the hard floor. The water hasn’t had much time to cool, though, and I wince as I climb over the edge of the tub. Once I’m in, I just stand there with my feet and lower legs in the water.

Jessica opens her eyes and giggles. “Get in the water.”

I look around and don’t know what else to do, so I lower myself into the tub. Almost immediately, sweat breaks out on my forehead. I feel like I’m being cooked.

“Touch me with the tentacle,” Jessica says. She closes her eyes and stretches her arms out on the ledge.

I’m at a bit of a loss for what to do. Usually, I start with the suckers on her skin, but her whole body is under the water. I guess it works the same way. I won’t even need to put the lube on. I move towards her in the water, trying to ignore the burning of my skin, and I place the tentacle on her abdomen. The suckers don’t stick. I try to smack them against Jessica’s flesh the way I do at home, but all I manage to do is splash water in both our faces.

Jessica’s a good sport about it and just says, “What’s that?”

Maybe she thinks the splash was me role playing. The only way I’m going to get the suckers to stick to her is if I press the tentacle against her with my other hand. I don’t know a sexy way to do that, so I take a different tactic. I back away from her a bit and touch the tip of the tentacle to the top of Jessica’s foot. Her eyes flash open briefly, and then she closes them again. I slide the tentacle over her ankle and up her leg, letting it slither up her skin like an octopus tentatively groping at her but becoming more confident as it realizes she isn’t moving away.

I wish that I could feel Jessica’s soft flesh under the water. I want to touch her with my real hand, but she’s been looking forward to this fantasy all week. I can’t take it away from her for my own selfish lust. Despite the heat, I feel my dick harden under the water, just out of the intense desire to feel this beautiful woman in front of me. The tentacle between us is torture.

I swallow hard, my throat making a clicking sound, as I move the tentacle toward her thigh. It’s actually harder to move under water. The water doesn’t make it slippery against her skin. Instead, the tentacle sticks to her and causes me to make quick, jarring movements with it. It’s not the same sticking as with the suckers; it’s just that the material has no slide against Jessica’s skin. Occasionally, one or two of the suckers does stick to her, though, and then when I move the tentacle, I have to pull at it to pop the thing off her.

Just as I’ve slithered my way to the top of her thigh and my dick throbs insistently at the sight of her distorted, underwater pussy, Jessica says, “Turn on the jets.”

There’s no way to reach them while maintaining the position I’m in, but I figure taking the tentacle away in the middle of things would mean I have to start all over again creating the scene. I angle my arm awkwardly so that the tentacle turns and slithers along her leg as I move to the tub controls. Fortunately, I don’t have to move too far to reach it. The tentacle is still touching her. With her hand, Jessica is caressing the edge of it.

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