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Red Herrings

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‘Probably Tentacool or Tentacruel,’ he said lazily.

The kraken paused while licking his nipples and looked up at him, pouting. ‘I’m not cruel! Don’t be mean! I have tentacles, but I would never be cruel with them by putting them up a guy’s —’

The cancer shushed her. ‘It’s just a name, darling. Work on his chest while I clean him up to mess him more, and you can milk his cock again.’

The kraken sighed as she reached two tentacles to Mark’s cock and rubbed it slowly, using the other to tease his balls right in the middle.

‘I choose Bubblebeam,’ teased the cancer as she washed Mark’s head and face with bubbles, turning the stream on his chest and then spraying his pubic area with it, making a foamy coating on it as well as the kraken’s tentacles. Their combined laughter filled the quiet area of the beach, echoing in the distance.

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Breast Milking Machine

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‘So much for men not having multiple orgasms,’ she said, her eyes flashing. ‘Who’s next?’

She didn’t wait for an answer before walking towards a young man with red hair, who looked extremely boyish. His body was skinny and wiry, not very well developed. She reached out and grabbed his dick, watching it instantly harden in her hands. She started to stroke him, looking around to see the reactions from other men. Some remained limp in fear, others were struggling to reach out and jerk themselves off. She waved an imperious finger at them.

‘Ah-ah,’ she said. ‘No draining those huge, swollen balls of yours yourselves. I’ll be the one to get all you have.’

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Big Sucker

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‘Mmmm, nice and juicy,’ she whispered, giving it another squeeze. ‘I may have to try this out tonight — um, sometime.’ She looked up at you and gave you a sexy wink. ‘Now, about what you owe me for staring at me — and don’t deny it, or I’ll have to punish you later — I’d like you to meet me tonight at my place for some coffee. Don’t dress up, pretty boy.’

She squeezed your crotch once more and turned around, walking back home. Her ass and hips swayed around in her pants, arresting your attention towards them once more. When she reached the door, she deliberately put on a show of swinging her hips to give her ass more volume like a Victoria’s Secret model. She turned around and looked over her shoulder, giving you a look which would’ve made you spurt your pants if you were a teenager. Her smouldering eyes looked into yours, and that sultry wink came once more. Oh God, you could’ve cum all over the place right then. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder towards your car, then walked inside her house. The door closed slowly, a sexy, suggestive smile on her face the last view you had of her before it vanished.

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Cowgirl Farmhand

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The minotaur grinned and turned you around. Her strong fingers started rubbing against your sides, making you laugh and squirm. While the holstaur had been soft and chubby, she felt ripped and muscular. Her biceps were quite noticeable, and you could see clear hints of muscle all over her body, especially in the prominent abs. Her tail was swishing back and forth excitedly. You weren’t sure what she intended, but it was likely up to no good.

‘Oooooooh,’ she said, her hand brushing against your hardening penis. ‘Is that a milking pail in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?’

‘Let me go!’ you gasped.

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Hardened Criminal

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‘Pirates!’ shrieked your vice-captain, the panic and fear clearly showing on his face as he ran to the decks below. ‘Let’s leave as fast as we can!’

You hesitated. You didn’t want to be involved with those lunatics, but a captain was part of his ship and went down with it. That’s the drill which had been hammered into your head until it was second nature.

‘A captain floats or sinks with his ship. No exceptions.’

You turned away from the railing and walked to the wheel. You grabbed it and jerked it hard, almost losing balance as the ship keeled sideways. That might get rid of some of them if they were on the ship. You repeated the motion to the other side, and heard the cries of people falling over on the decks below. You felt a little guilty for knocking the passengers around, but it was necessary to prevent the pirates from fucking around with the ship. You couldn’t allow that.

The cabin door burst open and your vice-captain emerged from it. He had a pair of arms grabbing him which belonged a a finned beauty standing behind him. She giggled as she grabbed his waist and pulled him back, kissing the nape of his neck. She had finned ears, large breasts jiggling from her topless form as she giggled, and slender, smooth arms. There wasn’t a trace of body hair on her. Her lower half was entirely composed of a scaly fish, ending in a tail with both caudal and anal fins. 

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Snakes Forming a Train

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They both slithered forwards and squished Daniel between their bodies. The first one mashed her tits into his face. The second pressed them on his crotch, giving him an instant boner and making it rise between her soft breasts. She cooed in happiness on seeing him react, even though Daniel had his eyes shut tight and was whimpering that his parents didn’t want to see him commit any sinful acts with anyone.

‘Does my cute man need some release?’ she asked, starting to stroke his member with the tip of her tail. He was leaking precum all over her breasts.

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Small Town Blues Ch. 4

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*Click-shhhhhhh…* The not-quite-cold-enough beer can hisses in protest at being opened too early and half-heartedly spits out a blob of foam that threatens to run over its edge and onto the table before I catch it. Slurping through the foamy head at the top of the can I eventually hit liquid beer and then keep … Continue reading Small Town Blues Ch. 4

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Blood and Boned: Chapter 4- Enter The Kraken

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“MARCHELLE!” a familiar voice barked through the roar of flames and clatter of dishes. The kitchen crew was busy with the day’s hustle and bustle. Mistress Carmen’s breakfast might have been taken care of by you, but the rest of the Mansion’s servants still needed to eat. They worked in shifts, given the evening rotation still required food, but the morning shift was always the busiest. Not to mention, given that Mistress Carmen was among the highest of nobles, she sought to treat her employees with respect. Working for the Delacroix Mansion was a highly prestigious and lucrative affair, and came with many perks. Even the servant’s cafeteria operated with quickness and efficiency, and the food still amounted to the quality of a four-star restaurant. It wasn’t just the Mistress that reaped the benefits of her staff.

Indeed, the Mansion employees were often likened to a family. The cooks did not just cook for Mistress and her guests, they also cooked for the maids who turned down their beds in turn. At the head of the kitchen staff, was Jordan. A tall, lanky Salamander with a perpetual scowl. She seemed to be reeling on a wide-eyed Cyclops. “W-What, Miss Jordan?” she stammered. The salamander held something up to the Cyclops, you couldn’t make it out as you drew closer to the scene. “What in the bloody fuck is this!?” Jordan yells, screaming at the Cyclops over the kitchen commotion. Everyone that wasn’t the cyclops just continued about their business.

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