God, pulling this off hadn't been easy, but I was here ... finally. As I watched, you stepped out of the locker area and headed for the steam room. After giving you a few minutes to relax and get comfortable, I followed. I hung the "Out Of Order" sign on the door and slipped into the room.

I heard a muffled "Damn..." and a soft whisper of material; a small smile touched my lips.

I approached through the gloomy dampness to stand in front of you. You were leaning back on a wide bench, clad in a towel around your hips. You looked up questioningly and your eyes widened in surprise as I shrugged off my hooded robe and let it drop to the floor.

"Maire?" you whispered, as your eyes swept over me, taking in the black satin teddy that skimmed my body. "Oh, God, Maire," you groaned. "You shouldn't have come here."

Your tented towel told me otherwise. Taking a step forward, I moved between your spread knees and let the palms of my hands rest lightly on your thighs. You flinched in response to my touch.

Pulling my hand back, I reached up and caressed my breast through the slick material, then slowly let it slide down between my breasts, down my belly and between my legs.

Your eyes avidly watched the descent of my hand and your breath caught in your throat. Then they flicked back as my tongue slipped out to wet my lips ... and you groaned.

Your eyes moved irresistibly back to my hand, watching breathlessly as I slipped one finger beneath the crotch of my teddy and delved within the slick lips of my hot pussy. Slowly pulling my finger back, I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked my pussy-wet finger into my mouth.

"Oh, God, Maire ... don't do this."

A smile lit my lips as I reached down and ran both hands lightly up your thighs. As you groaned, I slid one hand beneath the towel. My fingers closed around your hard, throbbing shaft, and this time it was I who moaned. Oh damn, you feel so good!

Sliding to my knees, I knelt in front of you. My free hand moved up your thigh to join the other, after pulling aside the towel. Your erection stood tall and proud within my fingers, throbbing steadily. Looking up to stare into your eyes, I lowered my head until I could flick out my hot, wet tongue and lap at the bloated head of your cock. You groaned deep in your chest and your hands went to the sides of my head. "Yes," you hissed.

My tongue began to lick up and down the sides of your cock. Slowly I ran my tongue up from the bottom of your magnificent organ all the way to the head. Swirling my tongue around the tip, I bathed it in hot saliva as you groaned some more. "Suck it, you hot bitch," you groaned as your hands increased their pressure on the back of my head. "Take it deep in your throat."

With pleasure, I thought, as I parted my lips and let you slip into my hot, wet, welcoming mouth. With a gasp, you slipped home until you were buried balls deep! "Mmmm..." Your hands held me still as you throbbed between my lips.

"Oh ... sweet Maire ... you shouldn't have come..." You were beginning to pant. "But it's too late now..."

Suddenly, it felt as if your cock was trying to slip into my throat! And you hadn't moved. But dear God, you nudged the back of my throat, making me gag! I began to struggle, my hands trying vainly to push you away.

"Easy ... easy, baby," you began to murmur. "Just relax. It will be all right." Your fingers caressed my scalp, but held me firm as your cock continued to probe my throat. You shuddered. I felt a hot wetness bathe my throat and I gagged, tears pouring from my eyes. "It will be all right now, baby, just try to relax."

Incredulously, you were right. Suddenly I relaxed and welcomed your cock as it slid further into my throat. For a few seconds I relished the feeling, then the impossibility hit me and my eyes flew open and sought yours. Your compassion showed clearly in them and I moaned in fear. This couldn't be happening.

"Sweet Maire, I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen." Your hand held me still as your fingers caressed my scalp. "Relax ... don't fight it. I'm going to give you all you've desired and more."

You brought your left hand in front of me and then stroked my face with your fingers. My eyes closed as you brushed your fingers across them. I could feel your cock slip unbelievably deeper into my throat and I moaned in excitement. Shivers of lust skittered down my spine and I began to suck wantonly on the cock embedded in my throat while you groaned in pleasure.

"Maire, open your eyes!"

As my eyes popped open, your fingers left my face and your hand paused in front of my face. For a moment, I didn't understand, and then I noticed ... your hand ... your fingers ... seemed to be melting! They melted and fused together till your hand and arm became one long appendage, thinning slightly, then bulging at the end. Like a ... like a tentacle!

"You never understood my fascination with your voluptuous body being taken by aliens, did you? But your sweet body was made for this." Your tentacle began to sway before me as if it had suddenly become boneless. Then it reached out toward me and brushed my cheek. I couldn't help shivering. Whether in fear or lust, I'll never know.

Your arm ... tentacle? Oh God ... what are you? It slid across my shoulder and down my chest until it reached my breasts, there pausing to rub gently. Then it brushed my nipples through the smooth satin till they stiffened in response. I moaned deep in my throat and you groaned as your embedded cock pulsed. My eyes closed again in pleasure. Your tentacle nuzzled the tip of my breast and suddenly clamped around the nipple and began to suck through the satin. My eyes widened in surprise and you smiled at me.

"Sweet Maire, I have wanted this ... wanted you. But I thought you would panic. You won't panic, will you?"

What I felt wasn't panic, but pure wanton lust! My fingers curled around your hips, urging you closer and I began to suck as my eyes drifted closed.

You groaned as you stroked your cock deeper into my throat. "God! You are a temptress, aren't you?" you gasped.

Suddenly your fingers tangled themselves in my hair and you pulled me up and off! I felt as if I was starved for air and began to gasp. Leaning towards me, you pulled me closer and your mouth captured mine. Oh, God! Your tongue, your lips, your teeth tried to devour me and I grew lightheaded before you drew back once again.

With a gentle shove, you ordered me. "On your hands and knees." It was a command that brooked no argument. Nor did I wish to. I hastened to obey. Your hand reached out and caressed my ass, letting your fingers run along the crack, then down to my crotch.

As your fingers found the snaps on my teddy, your tentacle slipped over my hip and around my waist, pulling me back, flush against your still rigid cock. I couldn't help the moans that fell from my throat. "You're wet, bitch," you hissed. You pulled back slightly and let your cock slip between my legs and throb up against me.

My clit pulsed against your hard cock and my body shook with lust. Your tentacle slipped up between my breasts and over my face, brushing gently against my cheeks ... my nose ... my eyes, nuzzling against my lips. It was hot and smooth. Suddenly I felt a hot wetness against my lips, and my tongue immediately sought the taste. Like liquid fire, it raced to my stomach and seemed to flash through my veins like a white-hot flame! An aphrodisiac. My lips parted to your persistent nudging and you slipped into my mouth. Swiftly and deeply, all the way to my throat. But this time I didn't gag.

As your tentacle paused, pulsing, almost in my throat, I gave into the impulse to suck. As you groaned, I could feel it grow with each pulse, longer and longer as it slipped further and further down my throat and I moaned in mindless pleasure.

At the fringes of my senses, I noted your fingers delving deeper into my pussy, changing as your other arm had.

"God, you're like a bitch in heat, aren't you?" you whispered in my ear as your tongue traced the edge of it. "I knew you could take it all." You began to run kisses and your wet tongue down my spine, and I moaned around the thing buried deep in my throat and began to thrust against the one filling my cunt.

Your kisses reached the base of my spine and your tongue took over. Warmly, wetly, it traveled lower. Spread as I was, on my hands and knees, I was open to you. When your tongue reached my anus, I flinched. Suddenly I knew what you meant by ALL! I began to struggle but the tentacles in my pussy and my throat held me, as surely as a butterfly on display, and I whimpered.

You leaned up and kissed the dimple at the base of my spine. "Easy baby ... relax ... you can take it. You know you want it..." And dear God, you were right. I wanted it all.

Your tongue was back coaxing ... persuading me to relax, lapping wetly. Then with a growl, you sat up behind me. One tentacle stuffed into my hot, wet pussy and one pulsing in and out of my throat. Pulling back, your cock, wet from the juices dripping from my cunt, slipped up till it was poised to claim possession of my soul.

Slowly, your throbbing cock tried to slide up my ass, your moans of pleasure mingling with mine. You paused with just the head inside. "Oh God, Maire..." you groaned. Suddenly, with a snap of your hips, you buried your hot, hard cock balls deep!

A massive, gut-wrenching orgasm ripped through me, as I knelt, impaled, before you. Nectar dripped from my stuffed pussy as the muscles rippled around you. My ass clung to your cock, caressing it. I sucked voraciously around the one embedded in my throat. Then ... you began to move.