Day 12: Kraken/Knotting and Tentacles

Day 12: Kraken/Tentacles and Knotting. Fetishes include crossdressing, males receiving anal, tentacle sex, knotting- that is, inflation of a member after it’s penetrated- Male Human First Person Perspective, and pornography.                                     

 

I peered nervously around the studio. I had come in because they'd been advertising for actors in a porno with a hot monster girl. That had sounded just fine to me. I had first suspected that something was amiss when my uniform was a cute schoolgirl outfit. I brushed my hair back. It had been tied into a set of rather adorable pig-tails, which felt rather odd. I'd never been the most masculine man, but that made what manliness I had desperately precious, and most of it had been stolen away. I had been shaved and waxed, which had been extraordinarily painful, and now I stood in a cute blue skirt which was barely covering my lack of underwear. The director, a grinning purple and pink-furred catgirl, had her head resting on one paw, as she lifted her megaphone. "Alright, sweetie, in this scene, you're the innocent schoolgirl, who's being menaced by the thing under her bed!"

 

I looked over at the bed. Something had been slithering underneath it since I'd gotten into the studio. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of red eyes, or slick white flesh. I had to admit, I was getting nervous about what might be hiding beneath that bed. I licked my lips carefully. "If I'm at home, being menaced by this thing under my bed... Why am I dressed in my school uniform?"

 

"Great question, we'll have the writers toss in something about it being a boarding school. Alright, set, and... Action!"

 

I swallowed, and walked over to the bed, stretching out, my arms going under my head, as I leaned back. The only thing on my feet were a pair of long white stockings, and I could feel the ribbons in my hair. I'd thought of complaining, and refusing to do the scene, but I really needed the money. That's when the slick white tentacle went over my mouth, sealing my lips shut.

 

The woman slid up into view over the edge of the bed. She was slender, her flesh pale white, dappled with black ink that seemed to replace clothing, covering her chest and her groin, but doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she was incredibly aroused. She smiled, her lower body terminating in an umbrella and eight arms, with two long tentacles. Each of the tentacles ended in a thick knot of bulbous flesh, while the arms were shorter, and more tapered. I gulped, hard. "Hello, pretty little schoolgirl. Don't worry, I won't hurt you... Well, not much. I'm just here to steal your virginity..." The kraken sing-songed, as she leaned in close.

 

Two arms slid up my blouse, sliding across my skin. THe suckers were strong, fastening onto my skin, giving me little hickeys, and then releasing. They made their way up gradually, until they were positioned over my chest. I could feel my nipples stiffening, and twisted, trying to escape, as they lowered. It ws no use. The kraken fastened her arms onto my nipples, suckers pulling the soft little buds of flesh into the clinging mouth-like suckers, and beginning to squeeze me unbearably. My cock stiffened in my pants from the treatment, and I arched my back, pressing my chest into the clinging cups, my hips shaking a bit with excitement as I moaned into the stifling tentacle across my mouth.

 

"Look here, cute little human." She held up her other tentacle in front of my face. It was thick, ovoid. "Once I fit this in, I can make it swell inside of you, until you're trapped on top of it, unable to escape. Are you ready to experience the pleasure that can drive men mad?" I shook my head, and she laughed. That wasn't in the script, but I hadn't actually gotten to memorize the script. The director certainly didn't ask me to stop.

 

I hadn't played around with anal before. I was told it was quite painful. To my surprise, as the tentacle disappeared under my skirt, there was a faint and insistent prodding. The tentacle seemed to squeeze down, becoming smaller and more slender, until it fit inside of me, something slick lubricating its penetration as it slid deeper. I gasped and swallowed, my hips shaking a bit as it moved forward, unstoppable, spreading out my rear. I whimpered as my toes curled, wriggling like a fish on dry land as the penetrating tentacle worked its way deeper inside of me. I felt it slowly coil around something inside of me. The tentacle squeezed, and I cried out into the muffling tentacle, as the pleasure tore through me. My toes curled, and I arched my back, writhing helplessly as the pleasure rushed through me.

 

My cock throbbed. Semen splattered up into the air, staining the skirt of the dress. It wasn't a slow, steady thing. It was as though she'd grabbed hold of something and forced the orgasm out of me, like pumping water. My head spun, as the tentacles kept squeezing, tightening and loosening. My balls began to ache from the intensity of the penetration, my mouth hanging open, and the other tentacle slid between my lips, completing the violation. I spent another half hour like that, being penetrated, twisted into humiliating new positions, and then left hanging limply from the tentacle, my ass in the air, visibly spread around the thick knob of white flesh that had been buried inside of me. When the scene finally came to an end, I slid off the tip of the long tentacle, flopping onto the ground. My ass was aching intensely, and my balls hurt from the way I'd been forced to orgasm, over and over again. Still, I managed to stand up gingerly, as the kraken washed off her tentacle. Then, suddenly, I felt her hand slide between my legs, and apply a soothing ointment. "I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" she asked, concern in her eyes.

 

"A... little bit. I wasn't expecting to be receiving."

 

"You've got to work your way up from the bottom in this business." She smiled at me, and kept rubbing the ointment into my pained rear. "My name's Sophia. You want to maybe get a cup of coffee sometime?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me. For someone who had just sodomized me, she was a stunningly attractive young woman.

 

"Sure, that, uh, that could be okay. But I don't take it in the ass unless I'm getting paid, okay?"

 

She giggled. "Oh, no problem, I prefer getting fucked, myself. But you have to do what you have to do to pay the bills, right?"