Megan Olsen let herself into her penthouse apartment, dropped her briefcase on the easy chair, and set the mail on the table beside it. She had made it through another frustrating day at the office. She made her way to the bathroom, shucking her expensive, immaculately tailored suit carelessly as she went. She would pick it up later. Right now there were more important things to do. She was naked by the time she reached the bathroom, and a familiar tingling started to warm her breasts and sex as she turned on the water.
Megan examined herself in the full-length mirror while she waited for the water to reach the desired temperature. Curly dark brown hair; big brown eyes; sensuous lips; flawless milky skin; perfect tits, big but not too big, capped by exquisite plump nipples; smooth, slightly rounded belly; slender waist that slid into wide and lusty hips; trimmed thatch of pubic hair that did not hide her swollen labia; shapely legs down to the floor; dainty, well manicured feet. She turned a bit to inspect her ass. It was fucking hot, as usual. Megan Olsen was a stunner and she knew it. Which only made her frustration all the more acute.
She stepped under the hot water and quickly lost herself in cleaning all traces of the office from every inch of her. As always, the shower had its effect on her, and by the time she was done washing she was undulating her body under the falling water and moaning softly. Then began the part of the shower she had really been looking forward to. Soapy fingers found her clit, and she gasped and began wanking it firmly, almost roughly. It was good. Oh god, it was good. She plunged two fingers into her steaming pussy. After a moment she added another finger. With her other hand she toyed with her nipples, twisting and pinching and rubbing until she was beside herself. And then she was coming, and coming, and coming.
After a time, or a few times as the case may be, she stepped out of the shower and into a luxurious terrycloth robe. She felt invigorated and her tension had eased, but she was far from satisfied. It was always like that after work. She had as strong a sex drive as anyone she had ever heard of, but she had terrible luck with men. In all her years, the most she had done with a man was a little heavy petting. It just never seemed to work out. Part of it might be because men tended to annoy the shit out of her. Yeah, that was probably a factor. She sighed, left the bathroom and collected her clothing, which she deposited on the bed. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, and she grabbed her mail on her way to the living room.
Ensconced on the couch, she flipped through the mail. Junk, all of it, except one envelope of some kind of paper she hadn't encountered before. It was textured like parchment, but it felt almost but not quite like plastic. It was addressed to her, hand written, with no return address. She did not recognize the handwriting. Shrugging, she opened it. Inside was a card of the same curious material as the envelope. On the front it said in big black letters, "Is there anything you need?" She opened the card, but there were no other markings either inside or on the back. She snorted and tossed the card onto the coffee table. It landed right-side up, and she read it again.
"Is there anything you need?"
She snorted again. What a pointless gag. But there was definitely something she needed, she reflected, as she rubbed her legs together and felt the heat building in her core. "How about a nice fat cock?" she said sarcastically to the card. "Or how about several? Preferably with no man attached." She suddenly felt self-conscious, talking to an inanimate object like that. She took a sip of her wine and laughed at herself. Soon she put the card out of her mind and replaced it with thoughts of nice fat cocks. Idly she fondled her right breast. She was getting worked up again. Fortunately, she knew what to do.
Without getting up, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her robe and let it fall back behind her so that she was naked. She prepared to work on herself in a similar fashion to what she'd done in the shower. But something happened that stopped her: she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Something black, and substantial, not a spider or something. It had been on her right. She jerked her head in that direction, and she saw it. A glossy black snake of some kind, and it was moving straight towards her face with alarming speed. She drew in breath to scream, but before she could let fly, the thing was upon her, covering her mouth and wrapping around her neck so that she was effectively gagged. She screamed anyway, but it was barely louder than a normal speaking voice.
An instant later she noticed more of the things, whatever they were, grappling her arms and legs. They were warm, almost hot to the touch. They were incredibly strong! She struggled like a mad woman, but to no avail. They yielded enough that she couldn't hurt herself trying to thrash herself free, but they did not let go. She was lifted into the air, supported on these... tentacles, she supposed they were, although they didn't have suckers on the underside like an octopus. They were thoroughly alien. There were dozens of the things. Where they were coming from she could not tell. Perhaps from under the couch, from behind the bookcases. It didn't seem to matter. She screamed again into the one gagging her and renewed her struggling and thrashing about. For some reason she was acutely conscious of her nakedness, of her breasts shaking and jiggling around, the air moving over her naked sex as she wrenched herself this way and that.
Suddenly, the tentacles let go of her. They caught her again almost immediately, but not before she had fallen a little. She stopped struggling, as the prospect of being let go had become a bit alarming, seven feet in the air as she was. She noticed and was grateful that apart from her immobility, she was not particularly uncomfortable. Her head was spinning. What the fuck was happening to her? And what were these things?
Just then she noticed two tentacles that were different from the others. They were slowly approaching her, and they had orifices at their tips. They oozed a clear, slightly viscous fluid that dripped on the carpeting, and they were moving closer and closer. Megan watched with growing trepidation as they approached her torso, and then there was no question that they were going for her breasts. She started to struggle again, and they stopped and waited. It was not long before she was done. It was pointless. She could not get free. She surrendered, let herself hang limp. The tentacles supported her, and the two mouthed ones in front of her began to approach again. She watched as if hypnotized as they drew close to her nipples. She did not know what was going to happen, and she feared for her breasts. And then they were upon her. They drooled some of the fluid on her nipples, making her gasp, and then they latched on simultaneously.
Megan had always had sensitive nipples. Sometimes she could come just from playing with them. But nothing in her life could have prepared her for the sensations that washed over the tips of her breasts then. There was suction, and nibbling, and kneading, and pulling, and twisting, in various combinations and sometimes all at once. They were by turns gentle and rough, pressing into her tits until it almost was too much, then backing off to give her a break before coming in again.
Megan's eyes rolled back into her head, and she gave herself to the sucking orifices and tentacles that supported her. A low, throaty moan was pulled from her. The gagging tentacle loosened and freed her but continued to support her head. She didn't notice. Moments later she had an orgasm, the most mind-shattering orgasm she could remember ever having. Her sex lips opened and closed on nothing, and she became very aware of the tentacles wrapped around her thighs. And still the tentacles continued to work her nipples and breasts. It pushed her over the edge again so quickly it was unbelievable. This second orgasm was as intense and incredible as the first one, and she moaned again.
When she opened her eyes again, the orifices that had brought her such delight had withdrawn a small distance, and new tentacles were rising up before her. There were perhaps half a dozen of them, and they were tipped with what looked unmistakably like penises. Nice fat cocks. Megan's mouth fell open, and she began to salivate. She could feel the blood rushing to her sex; she could feel the wetness start to leak from her. Was it going to be...?
Suddenly yet another tentacle moved into her field of vision. It held up the card, which she had completely forgotten about. "Is there anything you need?" It asked her again. Megan sighed, and relaxed back into the tentacles, allowing them to support her. "Yes," she whispered. "Please, yes."
Moments later she felt the sucking tentacles return to her nipples. A number of other things happened. One of the penis tentacles began to nose and poke its way up her thigh. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and it found her center, prodded gently at the opening, maddening her, rubbing up and down against the whole of her vulva for a few strokes before returning to her vagina and pressing gently inside, filling her, stretching her inner walls beautifully, moving slowly in until it hit bottom. Megan came, her cries reverberating through the room. Never before had she been so gloriously filled. It was only the beginning.
The tentacle in her vagina began pumping in and out of her with a slow, easy rhythm. While this was going on, the tentacles on her nipples continued their efforts. God, it was good. It was so fucking good. She came several times in quick succession, noisy, red-faced orgasms. In the back of her mind she worried about disturbing the neighbors, but there wasn't much room in her head for such concerns.
Suddenly, she felt another tentacle stroking her luscious ass, prodding, nosing its way into her crack. She felt a moment's misgivings, but then the tentacle was at her asshole, stroking gently around the opening, which she found quite pleasurable. Her sphincter relaxed gradually, and the tentacle pushed slowly in. She could feel herself utterly filled now. There was pressure, but no discomfort. As she grew accustomed to the presence of the tentacle in her ass, it started to become pleasurable. The tentacles inside her began moving against one another, massaging the membrane that separated the two tunnels. It was novel and delicious, and the ones on her nipples continued their work. Megan came several more times, and the volume of her cries was getting to be a bit much. Still, she couldn't make herself care very much.
Then there was a penis tentacle at her mouth, and she almost laughed with delight. She accepted it inside and it pulsated warmly. She sucked at the tentacle for all she was worth. It became like an anchor for all the wild sensations that were swimming around her body. The tentacles in her pussy and ass began to pump her hard, and the tentacle in her mouth pushed into her throat, and the tentacles on her nipples began gently punching her tits as they sucked her nipples, and Megan went slightly crazy for a few minutes, thrashing like a mad woman. The tentacles that were working on her stayed with her, of which she was glad.
