That gives me pause. “Is it permanent?”
“No. The stains last approximately two to three days.”
“Good to know…” I’ll definitely make sure it doesn’t get anywhere visible.
Tentacles writhe inside me and I shiver before I can tell the bot to approve it.
I wonder if he knows he’s prolonging this delay by distracting me.
I could say no. Again, I probably should. But I want to have all of my fun… just in case he doesn’t come back. In case our schedules never line up again. In case he’s the kind of client who never does repeats.
I enjoy the way he fills me for a moment longer before I say, “Yes. He has permission.”
There’s almost no hesitation before the tentacles already in me hold me open, and his cock surges inside. “Ohmygod!”
Oh… fuck.
Two tentacles felt good… this is divine.
He holds me down as he thrusts into me, fucking me like he’s desperate. Like he needs to make up for the time I made him wait.
Before was for me… now is for him, but I already know he’s going to get me there again.
Even before a sucker reattaches to it, his tentacles keep abusing my swollen clit.
Warmth flushes my skin, need makes me whimper, and my mind provides a question that makes me work myself into his rhythm.
What if itisAgan?
I clench my fists at the idea of him coming inside of me… at the idea of sitting with the group, secretly wearing his stains and sucker marks.
Fantasy and reality blur and I come, squeezing around his cock and Ifeelthe burst of his cum, spraying inside of me at all angles like a bottle cleaner.
He holds me so tightly it feels like I could burst, but that ebbs, replaced by the exhaustion of tensing my muscles for so long…
His suckers kiss me all over as he eases from me and cum dribbles down my thighs. They kiss me as he gently releases me and I hold myself upright, only long enough for him to recede into the wall.
I slide to the floor as the tip icon flares.
My first few times in the booth had been delightful. That was…
I’m too wrung out to reach up and mark him as a favorite. And his square fades away, leaving me in a puddle—both literal and metaphorical—on the dark booth floor.
The wall is still a mirror and my breasts are covered in sucker marks, my belly too… but nothing that will show in public.
The booth bot makes a curious noise when I remain on the floor.“Are you well?”
“I am fantastic.”
CHAPTER 1
I’m first in line today and the booth isfullof tentacles.
I don’t know if it’s because tentacles are popular, or if Phantom has started advertising more to that kind of alien, but this is definitely more than I’ve ever seen at once.
There aredozensof options for me this time around, but only one of the squares is lit up bright. The pink heart in one corner makes me smile.
“Hello again.”
