When I cum I whimper in pleasure. The pain from him twisting my nipples is awesome and keeps me in orgasm. Even after I cum all over his cock he conti...ues to fuck me, and I cum even more. My body falls limp onto his chest and he rolls me off of his body to get access to my pussy with his hand . He knows I like to get fingered hard and my cunt is very wet now from cumming so much. He dives right in and stirs up all my cum very well. It smells of pussy juice in my room now and it makes us both. Every now and then I frequent a strip bar in town and struck up a conversation with Suzy an older dancer. You could tell she was getting on in years, she may have been over 40. I was only 29. We became friends and one day she said “my days are numbered here, I’m just too old and I’m tired of giving free blow jobs to the owner’s gang banger friends”. It was May and I knew my employees would be leaving in droves next week. I told Suzy “hey apply at my place there’s plenty of overtime and good. ......" she moaned, her breathing becoming erratic as her hips started to buck. "Unnnngghhhhhh......Jesus!!" she cried out as her vagina, contracted around my dick, gripping it like a vise. The extra friction was making it hard to hold off my orgasm for much longer. I could see her stomach muscles move with her hips; her whole body was racked by her climax. I never wanted to leave her body, it felt too good to go without. I knew, though, that it would soon be over, as I was quickly rushing. “What?” I asked. I turned my head and looked into his eyes.“It was me.”“What was you?” I asked feeling very confused.“The tentacle monster was me.” He whispered.“What do you mean the tentacle monster was you?” I was shocked.“The tentacle monster was me.”“What? How?”“I can’t control it. I try as hard as I can, but sometimes it breaks free and goes after the closest girl. I had no idea it was going to be you.” He began crying and I suddenly found myself comforting him.“Shh. It’s going to be ok,”.