More cocks grew into tentacles and ventured up under her matching orange shirt. They wrapped around her body and then pulled her bra down so they coul... coil around her tits. "Stop it! Stop it! What the fuck are you?" she yelled, still straining against her bonds. The creature laughed at her as his tentacles pulled her into the air.They went after her pants next, slipping into the waistband and pulling until ripping sounds announced the failure of the seams, baring her thighs to the monster. Her. She walked back into the cool marble space. She felt her teeth grind under the pressure of hard jaw muscles. But she kept walking — watched curiously by the reception boy.The elevator chimed its optimistic chime. The doors opened before her. She stepped in. She touched the top button yet again and pushed herself in a corner."Going up!" sang the sickening female robot's voice in both languages. She felt the slight pull at her calves.She prayed. She murmured long forgotten little girl's words.. It was evening and the room was facing the west. The mild evening sunrays were decorating the room with their golden touch. The room had a spacious terrace, separated from the room by a wall made up of clear glass, it offered the view of a beautiful rocky shore. She had always been much attached to the ocean because the town she grew up in was situated in a coastal area. She was thrilled to see such a marvellous view, he could see that on her face. He opened the glass door to allow her to enter. ” I revealed.“Black!”“West Indian.”“Wow!” she retorted. “Mum’s gone black!”I laughed.“Having a black guy is on my own to do list,” she said before kissing me.I rolled her onto her back. “Amy Warren you are a very dirty girl.”She laughed and reached down to pull my cock into her. “I’m a bit of a slut, actually, dad,” she said quietly. “And sluts like to be fucked regularly and very hard.”I did just that. I slipped my hands under her bottom forcing her legs high into the air and I fucked her with.