Let us caress your breast. Let us venture through your softness and touch in you ways you’ve been eagerly awaiting to, yearning to be touched. As I transcend across your soft breast and soft squishy tummy be with me, hold me hand and embrace my way of touching you. You need this just as much as I need to touch you so let us touch you….
Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.
The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.
All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?
Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.
At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.
But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.
You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?
No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.
At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.
On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.
When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.
They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.
You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.
Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.
Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.
You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.
The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.
Hero!Tentacle Monster has been staying at your inn for the last few weeks now, recovering from his last quest. And he will not stop flirting with you.
Every time you come into his room to serve food or help change his bandages you’d barely last a minute before feeling his wandering tentacle. It made you jump every time while he acted like nothing was happening.
As if it was seeking out the warmth of your cunt on its own, curling around your thick thigh and making its way up to your hot, often dripping, core. It became instinctive at this point. Whenever you’d walk into the room your pussy would tingle and flood with the beginning signs of arousal.
His tentacles always teasing, flicking over your slit before oh so slyly pushing past the seam of your undergarments and coating its wriggly length in your essence. No matter how much you squirm or whatever moans slip out he never acknowledged it or went much further.
Then when you finally dared to bring up the elephant in the room of what he was doing with his tentacles he’d simply tease you about it. His eyes would light up and a grin would play on his lips. A few of his tentacles would slip down to swirl around your entrance while others would suck on your clit.
Casually going on and on until you were weak in the knees, your mind slowly forgetting what you were confronting him about.
“Are they now? They must think you need saving from a painful celibacy,” he’d say, pure arrogance dripping him his tongue.
The more weak you got over his exploding tentacles the more cheeky he became.
“You know they really have a thing for damsels in distress. And baby you look mighty distressed. If only there was a hero strong enough to save you.”
Just when you were about to cum from the dual stimulation he’d cough. Which would then trigger a groan from the pain in his ribs. An excuse, a lame excuse at that, to pull his tentacles away from your sopping sex to cover his mouth instead. Said it was only good manners in front of a lady.
Though he wouldn’t bother to be slick when he’d then pop them straight into his mouth. Not even thinking to stifle the way he moans at the taste.
No, he’d be more than shameless with that. Licking each and every one of his tentacles clean of your juices. You’d try to resume your duties after but his hungry gaze kept making you shiver in delight.
“You’ve been doing this for weeks now, you know. There’s gotta be more than one way to cure a hero,” he quips suggestively, eyes raking down your luscious curves.
You have to rush out of his room instantly before you do something rash and start riding the injured hero’s tentacle cocks like your lives depended on it.
Only for you to hide back out in your own room and pleasure yourself for hours on end. Coming over and over to the thought of him. Yet the ache remained knowing nothing would quite hit as good, as deep, as his tentacles.
What was worse was the following day when you’d walk in to see his smug self-satisfied grin. Knowing without a doubt what you had been busy doing all night. Almost as if he’d slipped his tentacle into the walls and listened as you quietly moaned out his name with each orgasm that took you.
But no, that wasn’t possible. Or was it?
Maybe his tentacle cocks were leaking, itching to be inside you, just as the memory. Then again, maybe they weren’t.
But at this point you couldn’t tell what was your slick and what was his as his girthy tentacle pushes your folds apart to ignite your pulsing nerves. Ruthlessly teasing and edging you to the brink where you simply couldn’t hold it back anymore.
You cum from him just suckling on your sensitive pulsing clit and the brutal glide of his massive cock fucking into you so deeply you practically became a spit roast. The smirk on his face mirrors your own thoughts perfectly. How pathetic.
Still you milked your orgasm for every last drop and this time when he pops it into his mouth you maintain eye contact. A mutual understanding and appreciation between you now.
By the time Hero!Tentacle Monster is all healed and his stay with you is over, the two of you know more about each other’s bodies than do about your respective practices.
You stand outside of the inn with him, hesitant to let him go as much as he’s hesitant to leave. Both of you just staring at each other as the sun begins to rise off the horizon. Suddenly a thought strikes him and he turns his back to you to retrieve a gift he prepared.
Though you don’t know what to think when he faces you with a large tentacle.
One that isn’t currently connected to his body.
“Use it when you miss me,” he explains softly, presenting you wish his detachable tentacle cock for you to keep. His lustful gaze pierces into your own as you gently take it.
You’re not quite sure what to do with it if you’re being completely honest. But you’re positive it’ll be fun to figure out.
“I shall come back for it soon. And for you,” he promises with a sense of honestly that shakes you, sealing it with a kiss that steals your breath away and makes his cock twitch and harden in your hands.
Can I request more ghost stories? Full artistic liberty since this is just a request, I just really wanna see more ig spectre content from u?
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A/N: You can read part 1 and part 2 first. If there’s something y’all don’t know about me is that one of my fav stories I’ve ever written was spectrocum, so I’m always happy to continue it.
Spectro cum (part 3)
Ghosts x fem!reader || free use, (light) degradation, sex toys (kinda), cum inflation, cum play, breeding
You lived with a bunch of ghosts in a haunted house. That was a fact. And one that you enjoyed way more than anyone could ever guess.
It started a bit weird, you can’t deny that, but it became such a fun way to live… such a pleasurable way to live, that you barely go out anymore. Why would you? Your ghosts give you enough reasons to stay in, and the world was burning either way. Why leave the comfort of your house when you could stay inside and be fucked in so many ways you couldn’t even remember your name afterwards? It was an easy choice, really.
Because the thing is… those ghosts in your house aren’t normal scary ghosts, but horny ghosts. And you are a very horny human in response to their behavior.
At the beginning they used you one at a the time, giving you time to adjust and get ready again. But that didn’t last that long. They got over that really fast, fucking you individually didn’t do it for your lovely and annoying ghost roommates. Forget about trying to have any kind of routine when they could be playing with you at any time they want to.
One moment you could be cleaning and someone bent you over and fucked your asshole, another moment someone decided they were going to fuck a dildo in and out of your pussy for an hour just because they were bored. Your pleasure wasn’t their goal, it never was before. You are their human cum-dump, and you fucking love it.
Now they have no boundaries, nor do they have any worry about your well-being or your pleasure. But you aren’t complaining about that. You fucking loved it. They don’t care what you are doing, or when, they only know they could use your holes whenever they wanted and you are in horny heaven every single time. They pavlovied you into getting horny with only a couple well-placed caresses.
It always starts the same way: with cold. The air around you gets freezing for a second, then your whole body erupts in goosebumps, and not two seconds later there’s spectral hands someplace in your body. Most times it’s more than a couple of hands, but some of the ghosts enjoy their individual time with their personal toy (aka: you). But it’s always followed by someone else who thought the whole thing was hot. You never go without at least two different creampies per fucking.
And it’s a good life. A really good life. You love it, truly…
But it can be a bit inconvenient at times.
You had to quit your office job in favor of a position from home, which worked well for everybody because you had no schedule anymore. How could you when there’s always a ghost trying to play with you and you feel like a doll for their pleasure 24/7?
They take special enjoyment in distracting you when you should be paying attention to a meeting. Most people accept the excuse of bad connection for you not to turn on your camera, but the reality is far from that.
The reality is that every time you are in a meeting, a ghost finds its way under your table, or behind you, or under you… They get creative with only one goal in mind: see how many shots of come they can fuck into you before the meeting ends. It’s a fun game… But it makes your work so much harder.
You have to revisit the recordings of meetings every single time because by the time it’s over, your pussy is leaking, completely messy, and they have edged you so long that you can barely form a coherent sentence, much less take notes about what the meeting was about. But fuck, is it hot to try answering some questions when there’s a ghost pounding your ass so hard you can feel it everywhere, and another one groping your boobs and pinching your nipples until the fabric of your shirt feels like needles and you feel like you can come just from the friction of it.
And then they discover their new favorite trick. If you ever wonder what it’s like to have your partner control the vibrations of your sex toy, you would never understand how much wilder (and better) it is when it’s not a partner, but a group of ghosts who want nothing more than to make your life insufferable (in the best possible way).
Somehow they figure out they can mimic your fantasy dildos with their spectral dick, so they decide the best way of spending their evening is trying each one of the shapes they can conjure, fucking you one after the other. Shot after shot of come filling your pussy until your stomach is bloated and your body can’t hold itself up anymore.
You are sprawled on the floor while they take turns trying to see who makes you scream the loudest. You don’t know who wins, but they leave you on the floor, your pussy overflowing and your brain too fucked out to function. They laugh when you try to get up, a hand pressing down between your shoulder blades before you hear them jerking off over you.
They flip you onto your back the exact second they all come, painting your chest and abdomen with even more spectro-cum. It’s filthy and weirdly hot, but mostly is very amusing for them, who spent a good while laughing at you, while you rub your clit furiously using their spectro-cum as lube to get yourself over the edge.
And you think that’s it. They got the best trick and they will play it out for as long as they want to… Wrong.
They start experimenting with wilder shapes, tentacles sucking on every part of your body, ridged cocks fucking your asshole while they cover your mouth with a transparent hand. They use your body more than they ever did before. Holding you down, filling all your holes to the brim and laughing every time you beg them to make you come. You are not the main character in this scenario, just their doll to fuck. Their human fleshlight.
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