Ethics In Marine Biology Pt 03

The story continues where Part 2 ended with our heroine and her boss. Part 1 and 2 aren't required reading, but it will add a LOT of context. This story is best consumed with something vibrating inside you, so good luck and have fun! (Please ignore the change in tense, it's all a work in progress)

Helen and I didn't talk much after she affirmed that yes, bondage was something she'd had experience with. I didn't want to overwhelm her, considering I was going to sound like a crazy person if I told her the truth. The combination of "hey, demons exist," along with, "I was easily overpowered," and, "this is the spot, right here," would make anybody uncomfortable. So I asked her to be patient and promised to explain everything after our shift.

We grabbed some coffee at a crowded cafe, the exact sort of place I knew she'd feel most comfortable. It's not like I'm some huge, intimidating man; I'm a woman 4 inches shorter and 10 years younger than her. But it didn't hurt to be considerate.

As I regaled her with my escapades, starting at the beginning and ending with my agreement with River, her eyebrows bent further and further with incredulity. I didn't include details of the sex we had after, or the sex we had after that, or the sex we had after that. It was clear Helen didn't believe a word I was saying, but she was invested in how intricate the tale was.

"So then the octoperson, River themselves, did they write your reports for you? Are they responsible for all your sloppy documentation?"

I could tell she wasn't taking me seriously. "You asked me to explain everything. This is the truth. How long would it take me to come up with a lie like that?"

"I don't know, maybe that's what you're doing instead of your work. Just writing erotic fiction while you're all alone in the lab."

I don't know why this was bothering me. It's not like I was proud of what I had with River; we were just having fun. Maybe it was the snide look on her face, like she had never believed I was mature enough to be intimate with another person. But I was telling the truth. And she deserved whatever it took for her to see it.

"If I'm lying about everything, whose cum was on the couch, Helen? Huh?"

"Maybe not everything, but certainly the demon part. I still want to meet whatever stud you've brought around; if he's inspiring all these fantasies, he must be a decent lay."

I smiled, already relishing the look she would have on her face when she saw how true that was. "I'm sure they'll be thrilled to meet you. Not that you could give them anything I couldn't. It'll just be nice to have something to compare to, so they can see how good I am for them. I'll bring them around the lab on Friday. Do try to wear something nice, okay?"

"I will wear my best 'I told you so' outfit, and you'll love it."

We both smiled at each other, 100% confident we were in the right. Luckily, the meeting with River would go pretty well for the both of us.

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On Friday, I showed up early to get the room in order. I cleaned off the couch, cleared one of the tables of breakable glassware, and set a fresh case of water bottles in the fridge. I wasn't totally sure how the day would go, but I wanted to be prepared. Some part of me wanted to make sure River could set as good an impression as possible.

My curly chestnut hair was tied into a tight, secure bun, as I had learned was necessary whenever River was around. I was wearing my usual lab coat over a loose beige blouse and a billowy, knee-length skirt. My bra was a little too snug, but it sure did wonders for my tits. The bra and the v-neck in my blouse made me confident that River wouldn't forget about me that quickly. For a fish, they sure did appreciate the human body.

Helen showed up right on the dot, peeking around like my mystery beau might be hiding in a corner. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Her blonde hair hung past her shoulders, partially braided in her usual style. It was the most obvious, "I expect nothing out of this," outfit she could possibly have put on.

"So, where's your paramour? Too shy to meet the hottest boss you've ever had?"

"I used to lifeguard on the beach, so cool your jets. And I wanted them to show up in 10 minutes, just so I could give you another chance to back out. Are you sure you want to see everything I told you about for yourself? And you're not going to scream or fire me or go to the police?"

"If you're telling the truth, I'll be civil. If not, all those options are on the table."

"Fair enough. I did all I could. Now we just have to wait."

After 9 awkward minutes of sitting on opposite ends of the couch, saying very little to each other, a portal opened in the middle of the room. River always emerged from what looked like a whirlpool in the floor, and this time was no different. They smiled at me as they rose, and I turned to see the most satisfying sight of my life: Helen's jaw on the floor.

"River, this is my boss, Helen. Helen, this is River. We've been... entangled for the past two weeks."

River stood right where they were, not wanting to overwhelm Helen. She finally closed her mouth and stared right at them.

"As a scientist, I have a million questions. But as a woman... a million and one. Sorry, I'm being so rude. It's a pleasure to meet you." She stuck out her hand, immediately looking like she regretted not knowing what would come out to shake it.

River smiled and reached all the way over with one of their smaller tentacles, gently taking her fingers and squeezing them. "The pleasure is all mine. Your employee has told me all about her kind and beautiful boss."

Helen shot me a look, finally seeming to be herself again. "You'll have to tell me more about that. I'm not insecure, but the nicest thing she's ever said to me was 'thanks for letting me leave early.'"

At least she's feeling comfortable now. "Is being nice to you in my contract? Somehow, I doubt it. I should be complimenting you on commission."

"We can negotiate that later." Helen turned her attention to River, circling them as they brought out half a dozen tentacles. "I'm more interested in your anatomy. You're fine outside a saltwater environment?"

"Oh yes, I can stay active in air for quite some time. And if I can siphon moisture from a partner..." - my ears burned with embarrassment - "...I can last much longer."

Helen laughed, understanding perfectly. "So you and the intern, you just... got to it? Figured it out on the first go?"

River looked at me for approval, as though finally realizing this might be a sensitive subject. I nodded, despite how red I was. They answered, "Well, it wasn't instantaneous. We both were experimenting, and I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten very far on my own. But it was well worth the investment."

"I see. And you've... perfected the art of interspecies lovemaking? No complaints?" Helen bit her lip, and I could tell her mind was racing. She was trying to imagine all the ways we had made each other feel good.

I had to speak up. I guess I was proud of us, and why shouldn't I be? "Yeah, we've got it down to a science. Not to brag, but I can't imagine a human ever making me feel like River does. It's unreal how much they can touch me. And it's mutual."

River nodded, as though I had complimented their cooking. Helen finally seemed to notice me again, and it looked like her eyes had a spark of respect. But more than that, I saw something I had never seen from her before. Hunger.

She didn't waste any time. "So, River. The intern and I came to an agreement, but it's still up to you. In return for betraying my trust, she offered to let me... partake in whatever you've been giving her. Does that sound alright with you?"

They nodded again, thinking nothing of it. "I would be honored to assist you in the same way. She was correct, you are very beautiful. I'm sure any human male would be happy to be intimate with you."

"You're so right, despite my recent luck. For the safety of everyone's feelings, I want the intern to stay. I'm not a homewrecker, so say the word if you want us to stop."

I nodded, never really having considered that I would be asked to leave. Wait, why hadn't I thought of that? Did I want to watch?

Helen put any other thoughts out of my head when she took her shirt off. She slipped out of her sweatpants too and revealed the most extravagant black lingerie I had ever seen. I probably couldn't have afforded it if I had worked every summer till I graduated. Her surprisingly large tits were pushed together with lace and wire. The clasps underneath them drew a line across her perfectly flat stomach (ha! My abs are better toned) down to a truly labyrinthine web of straps and hooks holding up her panties. Her panties were sheer, displaying for her audience of two exactly what River would be dealing with. Her labia flowered out to each side, pink and glistening with arousal.

"Uh, boss. I thought you didn't believe me. Why are you 100% prepared for this?"

"I didn't believe you, but I hoped for the best. Let's see if dear River here can deliver."

I watched as she sat on the edge of the couch, flipping her hair back and beckoning them over. She took one of the smaller tentacles in her hand and wrapped her lips around it. She looked surprised at how good it tasted, and took a bit more of it in. With the hunger of someone who hadn't held a cock in months, she started facefucking herself with her whole body. She pulled the tentacle down her throat with both hands, pushing her head onto it at the same time. Her pace was relentless, like she was trying to prove how fast she could make them cum. That, or she was just that desperate. When she came up for air a minute later, I saw inch after inch drag out of her. Somehow she had gotten almost a foot of it down her throat, if the spit coating the tentacle was any indicator.

Helen, my employer, smiled up at River, looking for feedback. River finally opened their eyes, and just nodded mutely, clearly overwhelmed. That was enough for her.

"You should be warmed up now. Do I need to blow all of them or do you think you could focus on me now?"

River brought a dozen more tentacles out. "I would love more of that, but I can't have all the fun. May I touch you, Ms. Helen?"

"Oh, I insist. In fact, don't bother asking me for permission again. I'm a big girl, I'll make my wants clear."

River wrapped their tentacles around her arms and legs, lifting her off the couch in one fluid motion and eliciting a little "eep!" from Helen. She pulled against them, suspended horizontally 4 feet off the ground, with desperate lust in her eyes. River left her lingerie on, pulling her panties aside and rubbing two ridged tentacles across her labia. Helen let her head fall back, squeezing her eyes shut in bliss.

Before the main event, River brought Helen's crotch to their face. With a hundred tiny tentacles, River noisily ate her out. Their tentacles rubbed over every inch of her, pulling her lips apart, circling her clit, and pushing a few inches inside her. Helen let out choppy moans, surprised at each new exploration of her genitals. She opened her eyes for a second and I caught her gaze, seeing a woman in complete bliss. She smiled at me, as though understanding my actions completely. Maybe she'd be swearing off human partners by the end of this.

And then River made an excellent argument in their favor. Their largest tentacle began to press against her clit and vibrate. The pressure and motion took her by surprise, and she lasted all of 10 seconds after that. Helen's back arched and she began violently squirting all over River's face. With each spasm, a geyser of girlcum shot past their tentacles and went literally everywhere. It was covering River's robes, face, tentacles... a growing puddle was forming underneath her shaking body. I had no idea a woman could hold that much liquid, let alone release it after an orgasm.

River held her in place, slowing their pace and she came down from her climax. Helen panted with exhaustion, seeming like she had finished a marathon and would never run again. She reached out to River, and they lifted her right side up so the two were face to face. She planted a loving, wet kiss right between their eyes, drunk with pleasure.

"That was truly amazing. It's been so long since I've squirted like that. I used to do that every night in college, but not so much any more. Guess I just needed to find the right demon. Can you put me down now? I want to return the favor."

River set her gently on the couch, and Helen got her bearings. She grabbed a pair of tentacles and pulled River close to her, getting as many rubbing all over her body as she could. Just when I was wishing I had something to do but watch them, she turned towards me with a devilish smile.

"River, darling? I have all the talent in the world, but I don't know you best. Would you mind if I asked our third wheel to help us out?"

"Not at all, Helen. She knows my body better than I know I do."

She pulled them, tentacles and all, over to my side of the couch. She grabbed the largest tentacle she could find, kissed its tip and placed it on my lips. "Well? Show me how it's done, intern."

I couldn't say no to that. I DID know River better than she did, and it was frustrating not having anything to do. So against every standard of professional etiquette, I did my best to swallow a massive tentacle just inches away from my boss.

It was probably the largest one I had put in my mouth, but that didn't stop me. I couldn't compete with Helen for depth, since I was but a human woman with a very real gag reflex. What I could do was use the pressure of this enormous tentacle in my mouth to press my tongue against every side of it, circling and sucking like I had something to prove. To whom, I didn't care. I took every drop of precum on my tongue, swallowing and coaxing more out by the second. I pushed the tentacle back as far as it would go, then pulled it back out just as vigorously. I would have done that until completion if Helen hadn't tapped me on the shoulder.

"I think I have the jist. Mind if I take over?" she said with a smirk. I had forgotten she was even there, with how much I enjoyed giving head. She took the tentacle from me and gave it a sensual lick, trying to reclaim it for herself. She gave me a knowing smile.

"You should keep doing that, though. It might be helpful if you're warmed up."

I looked down to see that my hand had snuck up my skirt while I was sucking the tentacle. I had been touching myself the whole time, purely by habit. I turned beet red, but Helen's attention was already elsewhere. So I quietly kept going, circling my clit and dipping a couple fingers inside me with the other hand. I'd be damned if I was the only one not getting off.

Helen was making good progress, now that she knew the technique. Her eyes were almost crossed as she made River's tentacle fit, sucking it like it had the last drop of water on earth. She was using both hands to pump the length of it, but there was plenty of ground to cover. River was squirming with pleasure, clearing hanging on her every squeeze. Eventually, it became clear that Helen's efforts weren't going to be quite enough. She turned to me, desperate.

"I think River's too polite to say anything, but we need a little extra. And I need their cum. Can you help a girl out?

Without hesitation, I squeezed my body next to hers and got to work. We both slid our lips up and down the tentacle, holding it farther down and pumping in unison. We only needed one hand each, so it was easy enough to touch ourselves. River wrapped more tentacles around our bodies until we were pushed against each other, Helen in her underwear and me still fully clothed.

We took turns with the tip in our mouths, and I saw the look on Helen's face. She was drunk on precum, with a glaze over her eyes like she was acting on pure instinct. If that was true, she was born with the best instincts a partner could ask for. I wondered if that's what I looked like with a tentacle down my throat. When it was my turn again, I forgot everything except the rod between my lips. It tasted delicious and filled me to the brim.

River started bucking their lower body and I told Helen they were about to cum. "Cum on my face, River, please! I need your cum!" she moaned. She and I put four hands on the tentacle and guided it to the tip of her nose. It jerked one last time.

The tentacle blasted hot, white cum all over Helen's gorgeous face. Her forehead was drenched, then her cheeks, then her lips, and finally her eyes were glazed and glued shut. River kept cumming, so I guided the tentacle to her tits. After a few powerful spurts, they were dripping as well. Her perfectly supported breasts were contoured by the flow of cum; practical rivers flowed down to her stomach and began falling on the floor. Did they cum that hard last time we fucked?

Now that I wasn't touching myself, I was coherent enough to realize that Helen's face was still hidden under a gallon of cum. I got up to grab some tissues, but River stopped me. They looked at me, quizzically.

"Do you not normally clean up my cum yourself? I'm sure Helen would appreciate your help, in this intimate manner."

"Well, I don't..." That might be crossing a line. But as I looked back at my boss, she was nodding her cum-covered head yes. And that was enough for me.

I stepped over Helen, looking down at the ruin River had made of her. It made sense to start with her eyes so she could open them, but that would be too easy. As soon as she could see and speak, she might start ordering me around again. So I took the scenic route. I started with her legs, on which a couple drops had found their way. I gently licked up the cum that tasted so good, that made my cheeks hot and my legs open. I slid my tongue up her stomach, replacing lines of cum with lines of spit. When I got to her tits, I kissed the tops of them clean and dabbed the parts still covered in fabric. And then I got real close to her neck, so she could feel my breath on her tiny hairs.

If she had her full faculties, I never would have had the courage to harass her like this. But she didn't, and I could. So I dragged my tongue up her neck, circling around from ear to ear. Because I was going collarbone to chin, cum kept dripping down and I had to repeatedly backtrack. But from the goosebumps on her skin, I could tell she didn't mind. I finally got to her chin and lapped up the cum on her face. I cleaned every part but her eyes and lips, saving the best for last. I held her head in my hands and slowly, gently kissed her, pressing my lips to hers with still-steaming cum between us. As I savored the taste of her lips and River's cum, I felt a shudder emanate from her to me, pulsing again and again in short bursts. Did she just cum from a kiss?

She tried to follow me as I pulled away, and only then did I notice she had resumed touching herself while I wasn't watching. My kiss must have pushed her over the edge. I licked her eyes clean, satisfied that I'd had my fun with her. I planted a final kiss on her forehead and stepped away while she came down from her second orgasm.

Helen opened her eyes, slowly and dreamily. She had that glazed look again, like she could have been dreaming and never wanted to wake up. Since she remained like that, I turned to River and took off my blouse.

"She might be a while. But I haven't cum once, so it's my turn. You're good to go, right?"

"Always, my dear. You certainly put on a show. How would you like me?"

"Hard and fast. And I don't want to touch a single thing but you."

River snaked a dozen of their tentacles around my ankles, moving upwards in unison. I felt every bump rubbing against my skin, pushing up my skirt and lifting my arms. The sensation overwhelmed my senses; I didn't notice I was horizontal until I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling. River pulled my panties off and they went away soaked, betraying my pent-up desires. I looked into their eyes, grabbed the closest tentacles, and bit my lip as they thrust one inside me. I wasn't going to cum just from that, but I knew I wouldn't last long either.