The irrational part of her mind, the horny part of her mind, says, 'No, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Even if it's not real, it looks real. And I want it. She rubs her clit, her body shivering with delight. 'Guess I am outvoted,' her logical mind submits.
She reaches out slowly to touch the tentacle as her finger brushes against it and it twitches. 'It is very much real.' She has a moment of panic. 'This is what you have always wanted; why fight it?' irrationality convinces her.
She touches it again, running a finger down it. A drop of a white viscous fluid forms on the tip in response. The substance feels thin and slick, not slimy. She notices her finger is now tingling like she is covered in minty hot water.
She watches thin drops of a clear substance form on the surface. The air is filled with a soft smell of melon. She pokes it again, and there is a strange cooing noise, oddly birdlike but also alien.
She feels encouraged, so she cups it in her hand, slowly moving back and forth. The tentacle is warm, almost hot to the touch. The soft cooing noise continues as she strokes. The white fluid that she can only think of as cum has covered her whole hand and is now dripping onto the floor. She changes hands; the angle is uncomfortable.
She lowers the now slick hand to herself, the warmth and tingle enticing. The slick fluid making her fingers slide between her lips with ease, she gives her clit more attention. The warmth and minty feeling spread through her entire sex. She moans loud enough for anyone to hear her anywhere in the bathroom. She strokes the tentacle faster, making the owner of the tentacle coo louder with vibrato now.
She thinks, 'What am I doing? I have a boyfriend. Had a boyfriend. This feels so bizarre, so wrong. But it feels so good.' She strokes the tentacle slower, paying more attention to the thin tip. The smell of melon overpowered her senses. She stares at the cum wondering if it will taste like melon too. She sticks out her tongue, the tip lightly touching the tentacle. The tentacle cum is a salty and melony flavor but also makes her tongue tingle. The hand on her clit rubs faster. Her tongue occasionally licks the tip, her lips warm and tingly; she swallows some of the precum, and her throat grows warm as well. She tries to describe it to herself: 'It's the feeling you sometimes get after a powerful orgasm.' She shushes the analytical part of her brain and lets the aroused part take control. 'I want it in me,' it begs.
She raises herself off the seat, ready to put the dripping tentacle inside her. But before she can get more than an inch above the seat, the tentacle swells and curves upward; she panics at the thought of how much it can cum. The large puddle on the floor is a foreshadowing of the amount of cum about to erupt. She looks around for something to catch it in. She imagines trying to walk out of here covered in it. 'No way in hell But there is nothing. It's an empty bathroom stall other than a toilet and toilet paper holder and one high-tech gloryhole.'
She gives up and just puts it in her mouth; she moves both hands to the tentacle and strokes it with determination. She feels it pulse and swell till her jaw starts to ache, then it erupts. The hot cum filled her mouth. It's sweet and melony like the precum. She is rubbing at her clit madly as she swallows.
She shudders and feels the warm tingles across her body. She swallowed again, the stream slowing down and the tentacle pulling from her mouth. She licks her lips. 'Best cum I have ever tasted,' she said to herself. 'Not a sentence I thought I would ever think.' The tentacle retreated through the hole. She sits there catching her breath. Her watch buzzes, telling her that teriyaki chicken is ready. 'That's great, but I still haven't orgasmed.' The watch buzzes again insistently. 'Fuck fine, I will finish in my room.'
She cleans herself up the best she can. She steps around the large puddle of jizz on the floor and leaves the stall looking for whatever or whoever the tentacle belonged to.
She looks around and finds nothing. Her ears detect a very manly grunting sound from the stall at the very back of the bathroom. She shrugs and then laughs at the very normal action, 'What a normal thing to do after giving a tentacle head,' she sighs to herself, 'Nothing will ever be normal again.' She heads back to the bar to get her food. She is determined to grab it and head back to her room.
