Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles by Anita Dobs Page A

Grey opened the door and pushed me inside
roughly. Looking around, I couldn't see any of the usual tools of
the trade I'd often written about that a BDSM expert should own. In
fact, the room had nothing but a hardwood table in the center of
it, no manacles on the wall, no ropes, no whips or chains; there
was certainly nothing for Rihanna to sing about in that room. I
turned back to Grey, who was padlocking the door closed and put the
key into his pocket, he then flung his jacket onto the floor,
    “Mr. Grey, where are all your BDSM toys for
us to play with?”
    “Right on my person Miss. James.” He said,
staring at me with lust.
    Suddenly, Grey's shirt ripped itself off his
body, as his grey tentacles revealed themselves, splaying
themselves wide in a stunning display of mating power that was far
more impressive than any peacocks plume that I'd ever witnessed. I
took a step back, unsure of where all this was going, but a
tentacle sharply pulled me back by the neck,
    “Oh no Mr. Grey! No!”
    “You mean you refuse me after signing the
contract?”
    “No, I mean my tiara is coming off my head,
wait a second.” I said, repositioning it.
    If I had the choice to get fucked by a
tentacled alien with or without a tiara on my head, it would most
definitely be with one on my head! Grey's tentacles then
savagely ripped my clothes off my body, leaving me naked and bare.
The tentacles wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles and
pulled them apart sharply, and then Grey lifted me up high in the
air. Suspended above him, by his tentacles with my shaven pussy
fully open at his eye-level, I wondered what was coming next, but
nothing in this world or any other could have prepared me for what
then happened,
    “Miss. James, I will now show you something
very few people get to see.”
    “There's more?” I said, not knowing what it
could possibly be this time.
    Grey put one of his hands to his tongue and
then, to my disbelief, removed it.
    “Grey, what on Earth are you doing?” I
cried.
    Then Grey brought forth a grey ribbed-like
tongue, the length of which unfolded down to his navel.
    “This is my real tongue Miss. James, and now
you're going to have it inside you.”
    I tried to move, but was bound and helpless,
his tongue slithered its way up my legs and tickled them. Looking
at Grey, I could see how much he was enjoying this power-play. He
was going to be the first person to ever put their tongue into my
fresh pussy. It arrived on my labia, sending feelings throughout my
body that I'd never know were possible. I tried to move my hips to
escape, as the pleasure was too much, but then he began to move his
tongue back and forth, the ridges of it teasing my inner-pink and
clitoris. I knew I was already wet, but this certainly wasn't
helping. My body had never had this kind of stimulation before, and
I heard myself moaning uncontrollably. His tongue moved away, and I
thought I could at least catch my breath, but then I saw his
handsome features turning into what I could only describe as the
face of a rabid animal, his tongue came straight up and slipped its
way into my hole and rose, only stopping when it reached the top of
my vagina. My body jerked backward, but his grip on me only got
tighter. I'd heard oral sex was good, but this was ridiculous. The
entrance of my pussy was so sensitive, and his tongue inside began
exploring my inner-cavern, then Grey turned my body around in the
air until I was horizontal off the floor, with his face at my pussy
and my legs wide apart. I couldn't see him anymore, and two more
tentacles slid themselves up my abdomen and started kneading my
breasts, Grey then thrust his tongue into me, fucking me with it
hard and fast,
    “Oh Grey, oh no, Greeeeeey!!” I screamed, not
being able to take much more.
    But he didn't relent, he then brought his
fingers up and parted my lips wide, and I knew he was enjoying the
site of me so exposed without being able to resist him. Grey
started to pull my body