Daily Spice: Your daily dose of Monster S*x (Mmmm, Monsters!)

Since I missed last week, I'm posting two this week. Today's Spice is brought to you by The Pod. 

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Anita collapsed face-first on the bed. It jostled the object inside her, but she had become used to the low-level arousal during the commute home. She wigged out of her clothes and sighed into her pillow. Anita tried to fall asleep, but questions filled her mind.

What exactly had happened? Was the object inside her the pod? What did it want with her? As if in answer to her questions, the object began to gently vibrate. Anita turned her face into her pillow and moaned.

Suddenly, it felt like dozens of fingers were rubbing at her inner walls. Anita raised her hips, spreading her legs wide. The fingers slipped out of her, and the object began to move. It moved, heavy and hot, toward her opening until it finally thumped down onto the bed.

Anita looked under her to see the pod. As she stared, it slowly expanded until it grew too large for the bed, and its tentacles moved it to the floor at the foot of the bed. The tentacles returned to her when it was safely on the floor.

Several slid into her pussy, while others spread her wetness over her skin. She only had a moment’s notice before the first tentacle slid into her ass. It was strange, the stretch was somehow both uncomfortable and good at the same time. She tipped her hips up for more.

More tentacles slipped inside her, stretching her ass and pussy. Others stroked over her heated skin to find any hidden sensitive spots. As small tentacles found her nipples and began to torment them, another began to flick teasingly against her swollen clit. The larger tentacles chose that moment to begin thrusting.

Anita had to bury her face in the pillow to muffle her cries. Tentacles gripped her legs to keep her thighs parted, her stuffed holes in full view for the pod. The tentacles plundered her, plunging in and out of her soaked pussy and the slick, clenching heat of her ass.

She was only aware she was screaming in ecstasy when a tentacle slipped into her mouth to muffle her. Anita sucked on it frantically, trying to find solid footing in the storm of pleasure. The tentacles bound her arms behind her back, leaving her helpless to the pod’s desires.

When her orgasm hit, it took her breath away. Her whole body shook, her thighs trembling and tears gathering in her eyes as heat and pleasure overwhelmed her.