As I walked along the shore, I sawthis gelatinous, tentacled mass washed up there. The ocean waves werehitting it. It looked injured. I looked around....It was just me and thatthing on the beach. I somehow felt compelled to help it and push itback to water. As I pushed and dragged the slimy, heavy thing back,some of its tentacles and suckers bit me. The thing awkwardly swam awayand I made it back to the beach. Soaking wet with cold water.I woke up a few hours later, laying on the beach. Sand. I smile at the nice lady and we move on. ‘I can’t believe you did that,’ he hisses. ‘Oh, why not? Can’t you see how boring her life is? She just needed some entertainment. You know me, I try to help when I can. Aren’t I helping you right now, carrying your bags like such a nice person?’ ‘I don’t know how much more of your help I can take.’ He’s asleep by the time we get on the main highway. I don’t even steal an adoring glance. I keep my eyes on the road, protecting my precious cargo. The noise. They wanted to push it inside my pussy hole.It was at least 4 inches in diameter, and despite my continuous begging, Kevin pushed the entire length of the rod, inside my already sour and bruised pussy in just one go.“AAAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOHHHHHH” I screamed in unbearable pain and whory pleasure.I could hear them laughing and when I somehow opened my eyes, they were all gone. They had all vanished, again! It looked like the rod would go into me, tear apart my pussy and knock me out, but it actually. I shuddered, the heat rushing through my body. I bit my lip, my cunt cream spilling down to my taint. My skirt flapped as we did it, my tits heaving.Then the girls were thrusting dollar bills into the tops of my socks. I shuddered as the crisp ones slid against my skin. A shiver ran through me. I wasn't just playing at being a stripper. I was a stripper. I had earned my first tip.“PEACH! VELVET!” I thrust my hips up, legs wide, and one bold girl thrust a rolled-up wad of dollar bills into my.