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The strings of his net slid through the water slowly, creating eddies and small whirlpools on the rim. Small leaves and things that had fallen in the water were quickly picked up by the sweeping strokes of the net wielded with gusto by the young man. He swept it back and forth along the edge of the pool he was attending, only half-heartedly capturing the broken leaves in the net, where they would be lifted up and out to be swept up by someone else later on.

Sweat rested on his brow as the heat of the midday sun beat down upon his body. Nary a breeze was there to cool him nor even to disturb the mirror-like sheen of the pool that he attended to. It was his job after all; a summer job insisted by his friends to take up, otherwise he would have spent the warmest months at his desk, masturbating to erotic stories like this one. This job took the the life from him; an early wake-up at seven am was a jolt to his usual lifestyle that allowed him to sleepily stumble from his bed when most people would be having lunch.

It never helped his job that one intruding tree decided that the best direction for it to grow was directly over the pool and some of the sun-loungers beneath. Any breeze more than the breath of a fly would result in several hundreds of leaves detaching and so blissfully soaring down to land in the blue waters below without a splash or sound. It hurt his back just thinking about how many times he had thought he was finished and was about to pack up when he'd cast an eye over the pool and find almost a layer of leaves taunting him from one corner. With a grunt and an urge to pick the tree up himself and throw it over a wall, he'd resign himself to another half-hour of leaf-collecting.

It was a Tuesday; quietest day of the week as most people didn't fancy travelling to an expensive resort to lie by a large pool in the middle of a workday, that was reserved for the weekends. But he had been told by his boss, a most uptight and fearful skunk who stood at least a foot above his head, that the tree didn't take a break depositing tons and tons of leaves into one of her pools. She had faux-threatened him with her tail, something that was several feet long by itself. The monster girls of this hotel were eager and more than welcome to engage in a little taunting of him whenever he'd pass, either purposefully bumping into him while pretending they didn't see him down there or locking him and themselves into a cramped closet. It had been the first time that he had learnt of another responsibility of his job, one that he was told by the very lizard-girl who had trapped him that,

"Oh, one of your roles is to serve other staff members as well as guests." She had said while his face was trapped between her bust with her arms around him. Just to be sure, he'd checked the little card that was delivered to his home. Sure enough, on the bottom in small print were those very words, albeit with a lot more verbal fluff added to them.

A squeak interrupted his thoughts, coming from one of the sun-loungers behind him. He hadn't heard anyone approach, but while he was in his own mind nothing but the shouting of his mind would have broken him out of a trance. He realised he hadn't been concentrating again, and the tree had deposited another load of leaves into the water in front of him as penance. He stood at the rim of the pool angrily clutching the metal pole, gripping tight enough as if to break it with bare strength alone. Luckily the pole made no hint as to break in his grasp, instead squeaking slightly as his hands gripped them.

The sounds of the person behind him stopped as they settled into one of the sun-loungers, with just a little splash as if a foot or a hand was dipped into the water. But with a grunt, he went back to dragging the net through the water, picking up the several tons of leaves that so littered the pool. More sweat lined his brow as the wet leaves weighed down in the string of the net forced him to hoist it up out of the water where it dripped. He dumped them to the side for someone to pick up later before resuming the near back-breaking task of repetitive labour. With a swing, his body turned and his eyes finally saw who was sitting in the sun lounger on the opposite side of the pool.

As usual, all patrons he found were female. Her soft, olive skin almost glimmered in the hot sun that bore down on her back. She lay on her front, looking down and away from him while her long, silver hair trailed down her back enough that it nearly reached her hips. From the tightness of the strap on her back, he could already tell that she was gifted with a significant bust, probably each one as large as his head. Already from across the water he could see sweat forming down her smooth back, and a small amount on what could be seen of the underside to her bust.

The pole in his hands was still as his eyes raked over her body, appreciating the curvature of her back that seemed permanently arched with a slim belly that she lay on, which then widened out to her hips, easily and appreciatively wider than his shoulders were. Her voluptuous body lay on the sun-lounger, slowly rising and falling with appreciable breaths as she rested. However all was not 'normal' from below her hips. While they were curvaceous and wide, there was something different about her legs than usual.

Firstly there were eight of them that protruded from her hips, each one a smooth length of muscle and squishy flesh. In fact they weren't legs at all, judging by the way none had ankles, knees and toes, or by the way each one was at least several feet longer than he was tall. No, in actuality what she had were tentacles; long, strong tentacles with a [COLOUR] sheen to them, glistening in the sun from the thin layer of slime coating them. The tips of at least three were in the water, lightly sliding back and forth without a ripple. The underside of each tentacle revealed itself as they all moved slightly, swaying as if caught in a breeze that didn't exist. Rows and rows of small suckers that barely protruded out from the main body lined the underside, each one about the size of a large coin across. No doubt there must have been several hundred on each tentacle, all ready to reach out and grasp around anything that dared step into their range.

He stood staring for at least a few minutes, taking in her soft details from the curve of her shoulders and the arch of her spine down to the wideness of her hips and slight sound of wet shlicking as the oily tentacles slipped and slithered over each other absentmindedly. His eyes kept looking up and down her body, noting with a rush and cold sweat that she did not wear any panties to cover her modesty. Luckily the thick tentacles prevented any sight he might have tried to have at her nudity, though it didn't stop him from subtly moving his stroking of the pool with his net to a part of the pool where there were no leaves, all in the chance of hopefully being given a small glimpse. But no glance would come; the tentacles were too thick for him to see past, and they were packed too tightly at her hips as they seemed to fall over one another.

But already from the sight of her body she was having an effect on him. A stiffness in his pants showed through the thin, breathable fabric as his mind imagined what could be possible with those tentacles around him. His breath grew heavier as he tried to ignore those thoughts, flicking his eyes down at the weak grip he had on the pole and up at her. The heat of the midday sun grew in intensity, actively causing him to sweat, though for him it was difficult for him to realise whether it was the warmth of the sun or the desire for her.

But he managed to tear his gaze away from her body, forcing himself to look down and away towards his legs. His hands barely could maintain their grasp on the metal of the tool in his hands, strangely weak as his mind was awash with what she could possibly do to him. But he kept trying to eradicate the leaf menace, though his ineffectual strokes of net through water barely captured any at all, instead pushing them around the surface against the edge of the pool. In his tired state from tending to the pool for so long, his mind was not strong enough to resist her, and with the heat of the sun against his body it was tempting just to relax, sit down next to her with a drink and just...relax.

He looked down at his groin, seeing instantly the bulge appearing and betraying him if she were to look over. Even from the distance she was across the pool, she would have seen his awkward attempts to shield it from her, maybe standing with his back oddly towards the pool not looking where he was sweeping, or perhaps she'd turn and see him with a hand down his pants attempting to adjust at just the wrong moment. His hand brushed against his forehead, wiping sweaty skin against sweaty skin. This wasn't working. He wasn't working, and if he stayed here anymore than a few seconds then there's no telling what his mind could conjure up to disrupt him.

He'd have to take care of what she'd unwittingly given him, and not here in public. Maybe he could find a secluded bathroom nearby, or maybe 'accidentally' wander into one of the lizard-girl waitresses. Around this time on a Tuesday, they were no doubt bored too, and it wouldn't be hard to persuade one or more to bully him into a closet and suck him dry. Even the thought of what the lizard's tongues could do got him more aroused. He gulped and nodded to himself, placing the steel pole with a net attached down on the ground next to the pool and set off, heading towards the exit. His steps were shaky, his gait a little crooked as he slowly moved towards the exit, breathing heavily.

He almost had his hand on the door that led inside where it would be much cooler, for one, and then on to the bathroom or restaurant to be properly dealt with. He would have made it too, had there not been a slight creak behind him, and a soft voice calling out.

"Oh, waiter?" She asked, her head tilted towards him on the sun lounger. "Before you leave, can I ask for a hand to help?" Her voice was sweet, almost irresistible the little tinge it had to it that tore him between leaving and helping. His hand sat on the door handle, and it would have taken just a push downwards with one hand and a step inside to solve the problem with an excuse for bad hearing when he'd return several minutes later. But he was already on shaky ground with the boss, and if this customer decided to leave a complaint, he'd be out on his ass.

Slowly, he turned back around to see her, his hand dropping to his side and a painful attempt at a sincere smile drew across his face. The Scylla on the sun lounger hadn't moved an inch besides her tentacles lightly slapping and swirling in the water. Her head was at the same relaxed angle, and her beautiful body still lay on the prone sun lounger. With a nervous gulp he stepped towards her, trying to hide his erection that threatened to break through his shorts with a hand attempting to push it upright from its near perpendicular pose. It was luck that her eyes were closed and she didn't see him struggling to manage it until just before he came near.

At close range she had a presence to her that seemed to dwarf him; either it was the position of her body lying on the sun lounger completely relaxed as opposed to him struggling to maintain composure, or it was her tentacles seemingly waiting as they lazily swayed back and forth. As he got closer, he could see that each one was as wide around at the base as his own hips were, perhaps a little more, and they all tapered down over their length slowly to a rounded, smooth tip as wide as a finger-tip. With the way she moved them so gracefully, they must have weighed nothing, or she must have been remarkably strong to wield them. But now wasn't the time to think about that; he cleared his throat.

"How may I help you today, Miss?" He asked, trying to sound polite and not as if he was about to collapse where he stood.

For a second she did not respond; her eyes did not open, nor did she change position to look at him. In the time between his words and hers, he thought briefly that he had only imagined her saying something, and now foolishly he had woken her when she wanted to be left alone.

"The sun is quite fierce today, and I fear that were I to stay out here for much longer I would shrivel up." Her voice was deep and soothing as it wormed its way into his ear, and set his mind aflame with thoughts of her saying erotic things in a husky whisper.

"W-would you like me move your sun lounger out of the sun's rays?"

"No, then I could not work on my tan." She smiled, still not opening her eyes to look at him. For a second there was a pause as his addled mind attempted to figure out what she was trying to say.

"So...how may I help you?" He asked again in hope that she answered less cryptically this time. The Scylla's eyes opened; a stunning, sapphire blue that slowly focused on his brown eyes. A smile ran across her face as she looked him up and down, much like he had done to her a few minutes prior.

"You can reach over to that bottle just over here..." She points to a plastic bottle on the table next to her sun lounger "...and apply it all over my back. I would do it myself, but my arms don't stretch that far." She smirked, and it slipped past him that her tentacles could easily have done it themselves. The erection in his pants strained at her words and at what she asked him for. He was in no position to refuse, despite the fact that a touch from her might make him burst.

His mouth opened with an idea to refuse. He wanted to deny her and say he couldn't do that, he couldn't squeeze it over his hands and slowly rub the lotion over her curves. He'd break otherwise, and sexual contact was forbidden unless initiated by the patron, and while she was teasing already, it would be stupid to assume she'd start. From his position he could see the curve of her bust as it was pressed down into the sun lounger. Easily they could have smothered his head between them and everything past his ears would be taken into her grasp.

But he could not say no to her, and it took more than a few seconds for him to rip his gaze from her tentacles, off of her back and body as well towards the plastic bottle that lay on the small table next to her. With a creaking, slow move as if he was old and crooked, he reached out towards the bottle, and her eyes followed his hand. Behind him, her tentacles moved slightly, pulling themselves out of the water silently to rest on the rim. He hadn't noticed as she brought them up, getting ready to pounce.

The bottle in his hand was heavier than he thought it would be, and he read the inscription upon it.

"It's just sunscreen." She smiled at his nervousness to move in. "Cocoa butter and coconut." One tentacle slipped forward, reaching out to push the bag she brought with her further underneath the seat. The slick appendage stroked back against his leg as it retracted back. He stiffened both inside and outside of his shorts as the warm tentacle left a stroke of oil on his skin, and he could feel the small suckers graze lightly against his leg as it slid against him.

"When you're ready..." The Scylla quizzed his name without saying, looking up at his nearly frozen body that stood next to hers.

"Oh...uhh..." He gulped, freeing his throat with a little cough. "Jackson." The Scylla smiled at the effect she was having on him.

"Well Jackson, I'm Orra." Her back arched upwards a little, showing off a little more of her bust. "Would you be a dear and lather up my back before the sun gets too fierce?"

Jackson stepped in close to the sun lounger; his hands shook as he held the bottle in one hand. Her body was just at the height of his hips, just right for him to reach out and touch her back. With a finger Jackson undid the cap of the bottle, lightly squeezing it with his hand to make sure he could. He took a curious sniff of the bottle's contents, and the scent that she had said was true; that of coconuts and cocoa butter. In the transparent bottle it was near clearless, a slight shimmer and a dye of mild gold. The thick liquid shifted only slightly in the bottle as he tilted it from side to side, before he finally and slightly reluctantly raised it up and over her back.

Orra smiled as she felt the warm liquid drizzle lightly against her skin. It pooled down into the small of her back, drips and drips becoming a small pool, light gold against tanned skin. Jackson continued to squeeze the bottle, either his hand was frozen or he didn't realise how much he needed.

"That's a little more than I was expecting, though I see you like it slippery..." Orra chuckled lightly as her words ushered a blush to his face. "...not that I mind." By now, enough was sitting on her back that his whole hand could have been immersed.

"Hehe, I think that's enough." Jackson joked to himself; though his hands were shaking and he had to close his mouth as much as he could to try not to chatter his teeth.

He placed the bottle back on the table, clicking the lid shut and both his hands became free to spread the slick liquid across her smooth skin. Orra shook lightly from side to side, encouraging and teasing him with the movement of her body.

"When you're ready then, I'm waiting here." She teased with her smooth voice, only stiffening him further to the point where it nearly broke his waistband. Jackson tried to steel himself, to sooth his hands and get them ready to oil up her back.

Slowly, his hands pressed down against her warm skin, trembling as they did. Orra let out a little appreciative coo as his hands touched her back. The liquid was on his fingers, and stuck with a constant layer as if like glue. It spread across her tanned skin with each stroke of his hand that started from the middle of her spine and moved up to her shoulders. Jackson could trace the muscles of her back with his fingers, turning her skin from matte to slick and shiny with the application of sunscreen across her body. Every grunt and groan she made in response to his fingers dancing across the surface of her skin was felt through his hands.

"Ooh, you are good at this." A little moan left her lips as his fingertips gracefully slid along her sides from up her hips towards her arms. Slowly her skin became more and more glistening in the strong sunlight from above, and the sensation of soft skin turned blissfully smooth under his touch. Each stroke from his hands carried more of the thick, aromatic oil further around her body. Orra tried not to squirm under his touch; it was more than electrifying the way the oil smoothed his massaging touch across her body. When his fingers would stroke up her spine in a way that sent a shiver down her spine, her tentacles shifted slightly, moving forward a little, just out of her control.

His hands glided over the strap of her bra on her back, spreading more and more of the sunscreen over her back. Occasionally a finger would get stuck for a second underneath the strap, stretching the hooks and making a ripple fly across the under-breast he could see.

"Do you think I'll get tan-lines if I keep this thing on?" Orra asked, looking up at him over her shoulder.

"Y-yes." He replied a few seconds later, needing once again to clear his throat before he could speak. His hands froze on her back just at her shoulders. In his mind he was thinking about whether she wanted those tan lines or not. Judging by the way she didn't have any in the moments where his finger would move the strap up an inch, she must have bathed nude a lot.

"I know I sound really quite pushy, but can you go ahead and just undo the strap? I'd love it."

A heavy breath caught in his throat as she suggested with a coy smile that he undress her. There was no way now that she wasn't just teasing him, there had to be a reward or some sort of release when she was done. Jackson nodded without a word and lowered his hands towards the strap on her back. It wasn't difficult, he had seen a few after some of the more excited employees had pinned him to a wall or sat on him while undressing. By now it was a miracle his shorts hadn't ripped; every movement slightly left or right dragged the sensitive tip against the fabric of his clothes.

Jackson's hands lightly gripped the strap, and with a twist and a flick it came loose easily in his grasp. Perhaps out of modesty he closed his eyes, as if it was wrong for him to be looking at her naked body. The two halves fell to the side, freeing the tight grasp the bra had around her body. Orra let out a pleased sigh,

"Don't stop with the rubbing." She bit her lower lip when her head rested back down on the sun lounger. "Feels good." Orra whispered, arching her back a little more. Jackson had no desire to stop, he was too far into it now to leave when he wanted to, the idea of relief from the lizard-girls now just a distant memory. He pressed his hands down on her shoulders again, rubbing with his thumbs just beneath her shoulder-blades, while his fingers gently teased her neck.

As Orra let out a not-so-subtle moan of appreciation, something thick and soft began to coil around Jackson's ankle, forming squishy coils that slowly slithered up his leg towards his knee. He gasped, and though he could already feel the softness and the kissing of the suckers against his skin, he still needed to look down to prove to himself that he was feeling what his mind told him. It was her tentacle that slowly embraced his leg. It was warmer than he expected as it coiled around his leg, maybe from the sun being fierce that day. Either way it was gripping tightly enough that he knew without testing that it wouldn't come off unless she wanted it too. Jackson only hoped that his leg wasn't completely covered in the little hickeys that usually accompanied octopi tentacles.

He decided not to tell her about it as he went back to circling his thumbs on her back, taking her moans of appreciation as positive progress. In honesty it wasn't surprising how applying sunscreen to her back had turned into a soft massage. Perhaps her tentacle that enjoyed his leg was just a reply to his hands stroking his back. Of course that might not explain why the tip had delved into the leg of his shorts and was quickly making its way up past his knee and was now against his thigh. If Jackson looked down now, he wouldn't have been able to see the limb lost underneath the grasp of that tentacle. It didn't look as if it was stopping either.

"A little...more on the shoulders." Orra's voice was a little lower than before, just enough to be noticeable as Jackson battled between keeping up a slow stroking pace on her body and fighting away the tentacle that was moving higher and higher. He'd have to tell her soon that the warm, slippery cocoon of tentacle that was around his leg was getting awkwardly close to his groin, but for now he'd just satisfy her shoulders. Maybe she'd drop it if he was done with that back massage, then he could make a break for it and escape her grasp.

"Alright, I...think I'm done here." He said nervously, taking his hands off of her back, attempting to step away. Orra sighed as his hands left her back, but she kept the tentacle around his leg as constant grip.

"I didn't say you were finished just yet." She squeezes tightly with her tentacle around his leg, asserting her hold on him. Orra looked back over her shoulder, arching her back enough that the sheen on her body shifted from the position. The tentacle around his leg moved past his hips, and the inquisitive tip ever so gently brushed against his erection. "Ooh, what's this?"

"N-no..."

The warmth was immediate against his groin as the wet tentacle pressed against his shaft.

"For me?" She giggled, the curious tip of her tentacle pressing down on his hard erection, pinning it against his groin.

"Miss, please..." Jackson half-heartedly protested as she fondled him lightly.

"Please, it's Orra." She smiled, pulling him a little closer so his groin nearly brushed against her hip. Orra bit her lower lip slightly as Jackson flusteredly attempted to deny it, despite all the evidence to the contrary. "Is this all because of me? Was it me that made you this way?"

"Y-yes." He stuttered again. Was she going to actually relieve him?

"Well we can't have that, can we? If I made you like this, then it's my job to solve it for you."

One of her tentacles shot out and grasped the nearest sun lounger, dragging it in close enough that it took Jackson's legs out. With a grunt, he collapsed onto his back on the sun lounger that was pulled roughly against him. His view changed in a flash from the sight of her body lying on the sun lounger to the blue sky and a bright sun above. Her tentacle was still around his leg, though its grasp had lessened slightly. For a second there was a moment of peace despite the throbbing in his shorts or the light pulsing in the tentacle around his leg, and he felt a little calmer. If she had pinned him down, then this might get exciting.

"Let me take care of that." Orra smiled and her many tentacles began to move from their dormant position towards him. Jackson watched as two of them started to close in. Up close, he got to see just how thick and powerful they were. The two tentacles slithered around a wrist each, coiling rapidly around his arms and ensuring all control was hers. They pushed upwards, lifting them above his head where they could be much more easily restrained.

Jackson felt each sucker against his skin attach tightly enough that there was no doubt it would leave a bruise from her touch. The slippery tentacles were fantastically difficult to remove even if he had had the strength to push them off. The tips of each tentacles wound themselves around his fingers, establishing total and unnecessary restrain on him. With the wholly wrapped arms above his head, the thickest coils around his biceps acted as a small cushion for his head to be propped up by. All the better for him to watch haplessly for what she was doing.

But it wasn't only her tentacles that moved. Though she would have loved to relax while her tentacles did all the work, she also wanted a taste of the action, and he seemed just so eager to allow her. Orra pushed her body upwards with her arms, allowing the bra that once held back her bust to remain on the sun lounger. Jackson could only stare from his slowly congealing tentacle prison at the sight of her large, perfect breasts, something she obviously noticed and used to great advantage. It didn't take much effort for her to move, nothing more than a simple slide across from one sun lounger to another, but in her move she weighed down upon Jackson's legs, and he could finally feel her size.

His eyes fixated upon her bust, focusing his eyes on the swaying nature of those soft, pillowy mounds. Jackson's mouth dropped open as Orra raised herself up off the sun lounger, not bothering to cover her modesty behind a hand or her tentacles, instead showing off, quite happily, her large breasts with a dark, tanned cleavage in the centre. He gulped and stiffened at the sight of breasts that would engulf anything slid between them, each one as large as his head, yet soft; even with just sight he could tell. A nipple, light pink, stood out on either breast, standing bright compared to the tanned skin. They were both erect, signalling her arousal at wrapping him tightly inside her grasp.

"You won't be needing these." Orra chuckled.

The thick tentacle pushing through his shorts diverted from its lazy attention at his shaft, instead slipping away to appear over the rim. It had a strong grip, but did not tug yet. Orra leaned down with a slim hand towards his groin, just slowly enough to almost torture him with anticipation. Her touch was smooth and warm, urging forth a grunt from her captured prey for the day. A single finger traced its way from the base of his clothed manhood, trailing upwards to the tip. The slight sensation was electrifying, and weakly he tried to thrust forward for her to finish his build-up. But the finger continued past the tip of her erection and touched on the button that held his shorts together. Under her weight and binding tentacles, he could only struggle weakly as her finger flicked out and undid the button on his shorts with no effort.

The pressure vanished with the release of those shorts, eliciting a groan of relief from Jackson, who still struggled weakly as the tentacle that was wrapped around his leg and hooked on the rim of his shorts began to pull downwards, taking his clothes with them. Both looked down at his groin; one with slight fear, the other with a strange sense of obligation to relieve the problem she had started. Orra licked her lips intently upon seeing his erection be uncovered from her removal of his clothes. She could have some fun with him...

But Jackson's gaze was locked on her breasts, his eyes swaying back and forth as she moved slightly. Every movement sent a small jiggle through the soft, large breasts, her arm also assisting by providing a little extra lift to one.

"Like 'em?" Orra smiled as she noticed his stare. "You'll get to feel them soon enough." Jackson nodded quickly with his mouth wide open. He only wished he could reach out and grasp them, and he felt jealousy for whoever could. Then he could only watch from his tentacle prison as her own hands reached up, trailing her sides with slight finger strokes, much like he had done minutes prior.

He began to pant and struggle against her absolute bondage as her hands sensually began to knead away at her own breasts. It was then when he saw just how soft they were; nearly collapsing in underneath the slightest touch that her hands could inflict, only to spring back instantly once her fingers shifted back over over fleshier parts of her body. Her hands emphasised the curve of her bust, highlighting their size to him, while to taunt him a little more, she placed just a finger on each nipple and moaned suggestively. Like she predicted, Jackson struggled underneath her, unable to escape.

Before he could burst at her erotic display, Orra slid back, making his feet now rest between two fat tentacles each. He then felt her tentacles close in more and more around his legs swirling and squeezing tightly, slipping up from his ankles towards his thighs in seconds. He could feel the suckers attach to his skin, a hundred thousand miniature kisses from them fix against his skin. With his arms and legs now trapped underneath her body, she was now in total control to tease him.

Orra leant forward towards him, slowly descending down against his body. Her tentacles prevented him from struggling anything more than a few centimetres either side, the soft fleshy appendages impossible to shake off with their weight holding him still. Orra's hands pressed down either side of his groin, tapping her fingers to tease him further. Naturally he tried to struggle underneath her as he realised what she was going to do.

Orra stared at him, maintaining eye contact if he wasn't so entranced by her breasts that descended towards his erection. He could not rip his gaze away from those soft mounds that he wished he could sink his face into. As she tilted, gravity barely seemed to affect them, deliciously plump and soft enough to fight against it. Her tanned skin was matte with a slight glisten to it. An idea pulsed through his mind of what they would look like when he could lather the same oil onto them that she allowed him to spread across her back. A gulp stuck in his throat as he imagined how luxuriously smooth they would be with the oil covering them, and what they would smell like if she buried his head between them and held him there.

But for now, she was still teasing him. Orra held her breasts just an inch above the head of his erection, tormenting him with the idea of it that she would not give to him just yet.

"I think you need a little more binding." She smiled. Her tentacles slipped forward, moving under and over the frame of the sun lounger. Several thick coils arced over his restrained body, coiling and looping around his torso. Orra bound him to the sun lounger using her thick, soft tentacles, holding even tighter using the kissing suckers to play with his skin. They would bury beneath his t-shirt, squirming and sliding between the fabric and his body. Quite soon, she had almost completely entombed his entire body inside her grasp, just his face and toes poking out beneath her thick, white tentacles. The tip of one that slithered through his shirt slowly wound around his neck like a loose scarf. It continued up around the back of his head, coming down to cover his forehead. Jackson was completely immobilised inside her warm, wet tentacles that secreted a light oil against his skin.

"Now we can have some fun." Orra licked her lips and pressed her large bust together with her hands. She lowered herself down that inch, sliding the tip of his shaft between her breasts, eliciting a groan from her restrained prey. Her skin was so soft and warm against his sensitive tip, which eagerly jerked to try and slide into her cleavage, that it took a few seconds of grunting for him to fight back what could have been an instantaneous climax. Forced by her tentacles, Jackson watched as his cock disappeared into her warm breasts to be surrounded on all sides by her soft skin.

"Struggle for me." Orra teased, shaking him slightly inside her grasp, urging him to use up what little energy he had left in a fruitless attempt to escape. He obliged, stirring and pushing with his body to force the tentacles off of his limbs. Of course it was useless to try and fight against her once her bondage of his body was complete, he wouldn't be getting out until she let him, which could take a while.

The tip of his shaft reappeared out of the top of her cleavage as her bust pressed against his groin. Even then, it was barely visible amongst the tanned skin that embraced his hard shaft. Orra relaxed now, laying down with his trapped and at her mercy. She'd toy with him, make him beg for it...or she'd delight him with orgasm after orgasm, never letting him rest until he was spent and she was satisfied. A smile slipped across her face as her hands began to knead away at her breasts, pushing them tightly together, then easing away to let them relax. The pace was slow for now, she'd pick it up after he'd indulged her as well.

Jackson was struggling to stay calm underneath the weighty, thick tentacles that covered his whole body. The thin oil was electrifying to his skin, forcing him to squirm and haplessly struggle against her bondage. This only made his erection jump and slide between her breasts even more as his hips jerked up and down. The hardest thing, besides his erection, was the struggle not to orgasm instantly in her grasp. Those breasts that sandwiched his cock between them were better than he could have expected; the skin was smooth, the skin was warm and they had a significant weight to them as well. If he was able to tilt his head back to groan, he would have, but the tentacles behind and around his head refused to allow him that.

A long tongue, easily over a foot in length, slid slowly out from between Orra's lips. It was thick enough that it could have rivalled his thumb in girth, and it made its way down towards his cock's head that disappeared and reappeared from inside her cleavage as her hands pushed together to squeeze her breasts. Drips landed on his cock's head from her tongue that hovered just above his sensitive tip. It wouldn't be any more than a few seconds before he burst from the pleasure of her breasts and the sensation of the oil covering his body beneath the warm, thick tentacles.

The thick, yet agile, tongue licked just once across the tip of his erection, drawing a slow circle around it. It was too much for her prey to bear as he lay beneath her squirming. At the soft touch of her warm tongue against his cock, he burst, unable to hold it in any longer. A warmth exceeding that of his body, her tentacles and the sun's rays flowed from his restrained legs to his groin. A pressure built up for a brief second before it all began to shoot from the tip. Jackson let out a loud grunt as Orra pushed him over the edge. He kept trying to thrust up between her breasts to try and earn more pleasure from her body, but she kept him down with a strong squeeze all around his frame.

Each spurt he shot from his cock was taken by the long tongue back into her mouth before it had the time to fall back down to cover her skin. It was agile enough that not a single drop escaped the reach of her tongue, cleaning it up completely while he orgasmed in her grasp. He kept trying to move, to squirm and vocalise his pleasure, but her tentacles held him still and his mouth shut by being around his neck, preventing his jaw from descending. He could only grunt with her on top of him.

Orra smiled as his orgasm dissipated and the shots of cum slowed to a stop. The only sounds were Jackson's breathing, the sound of slight water sloshing behind them, and the wet schlicks of her tentacles tightening and relaxing around him. He began to calm down; his heart-rate slowing and his will to fight against her bondage slowly sapping away. Perhaps to only his surprise, he didn't deflate down to be limp between her breasts, instead remaining almost painfully hard.

"Ooh?" She giggled, looking down at the erection between her bust. "Are you ready for a round two?"

Jackson couldn't answer through his laboured panting, her squeezing tentacles and the soft binding around his neck. Luckily he didn't have to, as his shaft slowly bouncing between her breasts seemed to speak for him. But now he was far more sensitive right after orgasming, and even the slowest movements aroused him further and further.

"Oh but I can't just do the exact same thing again." Orra giggled, "That would be boring. I think I'll...spice it up a little more." Her smile was almost devilish as ideas flowed in her mind as to what she could do. It took a few seconds for her to come up with an idea, and her face lit up as something popped into her mind.

She had one tentacle still free that wasn't coiled around his body. It slipped over the top of binds that were wrapped entirely around his torso, slithering like a snake up further and further towards his head. Jackson could see it moving to his face, and instinctively struggled to try and avoid whatever it would do to him. The tip pinched his nose fondly, taunting him for just a second before the whole thing slid over his face, aiming for the table behind him. But his view had changed from her incredible body to the soft, white underside of her tentacle with the hundreds of pink-rimmed suckers that opened and closed like puckering lips. It was oily as it ground against his face, a slight splutter as a little dripped into his mouth.

But it didn't last long, and the slippery appendage rolled back over his face, carrying the bottle from the table back towards him. Orra paused, holding the bottle in front of his face for him to look at it and imagine what she could do with it. It took a second for him to realise what she would do; her back was oiled so nicely by him, so she would repay it and oil him up. Once it clicked in his head, Jackson tried to fight away the thick tentacles; there'd be no way he would be able to stand against that, it'd feel too good.

Orra drew it back towards herself, unclipping the cap of the bottle with the tip of her tentacle. With a squeeze, Orra brought the liquid to just beneath the top of the bottle as she brought it towards her bust, where his sensitive erection still sat between, twitching and squirming with every movement. Her face bore a grin wide enough to act as a spotlight, while Jackson's features showed a mixture of panic and arousal at what he imagined what her oiled breasts would feel like compared to her bare bust.

The tentacle transferred ownership of the bottle to her hand and slipped down back between his legs. Orra wasted no time and upturned the bottle, trickling an excessive amount of the warm sunscreen lotion down onto her bust. Jackson watched the light coloured liquid drizzle down to spread upon the curve of her breasts and disappear into the cleavage where his shaft also habituated. She was squirting way too much; it was a new bottle and he had used quite a bit, but she was nearly dumping the whole contents of it onto her admittedly large breasts.

The empty bottle was tossed aside once the contents were oiling up the top of her breasts. Now Orra had both hands and a tentacle free to please him, something she'd eagerly engage in. Her hands slowly stroked the curve of her breasts, spreading the slippery sunscreen over her tanned skin to drip into her cleavage. She let out a small groan as her hands brushed over her bare skin, teasing her own nipple with a finger, sharing her pleasure with a squeeze of her tentacles around her prey's body. A shimmer grew on her bust from the shine of the sun on her body, mimicking the glint that was also on her back when he was put to the task of massaging her.

The soft texture of her skin became more and more slippery as Orra pushed her breasts together, spreading the warm oil deep into her cleavage to coat his cock as it was sandwiched between her plump bust. With the pleasure of the past orgasm still tingling in his fingers, he could feel the warm oil almost sparking in his groin from the pressure applied from her large breasts pushing in as controlled by her hands.

"Hold on tight." Orra smiled, beginning to slide up and down as well as squeezing around you. Jackson struggled and shifted inside her tentacles, unable to stay still from the intense, fiery pleasure that threatened already to make him burst again. Orra would squeeze her thick breasts around his sensitive tip that was doused in the most sunscreen, and then relax as she pushed his hips up using her tentacles to move him, mimicking a thrust that he so badly wanted.

"I hope you don't mind this, but it'll help you." She spoke soothingly, wrapping her arms around her bust to ensure a constant, tight pressure. The tentacle that was poised hidden beneath her slowly slipped forward towards his ass, scaling his bound thighs and using the tentacles holding him to move without his knowledge. Jackson first felt the tentacle when the rounded tip of the wet tentacle pressed against his asshole, pressing just enough to tease him. Understandably he attempted to recoil away from the probing tentacle, but she held him down, forcing him to be subjected to it.

"Don't worry." Orra grinned, "It'll only feel good." With that, Orra slowly slid her oily tentacle inside of him, pushing at a constant rate to ensure he'd not get shocked. Jackson realised quite quickly, though not before squirming in an attempt to escape, that she had him completely trapped and he was subject to anything she pleased. It didn't stop him from trying to shake it out, or fruitlessly clenching his insides to prevent it from pushing its way into him. With each inch that disappeared inside of him, the small suckers acted similar to small bumps that...actually felt quite good.

Slowly, Jackson began to enjoy the feeling of the tentacle inside him; it wasn't harsh, hard or dry at all, yet still it had a certain charm to it, though a little disappointed for how much she built it up. However, after it had slid inside by about four inches, Jackson gave a huge attempt to jerk his hips and a muffled grunt louder than anything he had tried before emanated from him. Orra wasn't surprised. It had only taken a little while to find it with the probing tip, but now she knew where it was, he wouldn't be lasting any more than a few seconds.

Absolute bliss and painfully pleasurable sensations ran through his body as the intruding tentacle pressed against his prostate, applying and relaxing pressure on it in phase with the tightness of her breasts around his shaft. It was almost blinding how pleasurable it was, each push of the tentacle he felt urged a huge build-up to grow in his groin, setting it aflame with sensation.

"Feels good?" Orra asked, though the answer was obvious from his expression. Jackson's mind was already awash in pleasure enough that any response other than a grunt was impossible. The tentacle in his ass seemed to pulse slowly, as if it was alive by its own heartbeat, gently vibrating against the sensitive wall to the prostate. A sweat had broken out everywhere over his body now, and staying conscious enough to appreciate the pleasure was a losing battle.

Then the tentacle pushed extra firmly against the prostate and gyrated in a single circle and he could stand no more of her attention. For the second time in ten minutes, Jackson orgasmed hard. The combined pleasures of her soft, oiled breasts nearly assimilating his cock and the persistent tentacle probing away at his prostate was too much. Though he had almost nothing left to give, he still jerked and implicitly thrust as much as he could, and no more than she'd allow him. What was left spurted out in weaker shots, landing on her breasts that squeezed tightly to milk him of every last drop he could muster.

Nirvanic pleasures raced through him, one of unrivalled sensation that he'd never accomplish by himself again, and made anything he'd done by hand seem so much weaker in comparison. His body was out of his own control, squirming and jerking as much as the tight tentacles around him. Waves of pleasure struck him; knocking him down each time he'd thought that it was over, each one more intense and longer lasting than the first. The corners of his vision began to blur as if the world was dissolving around him. The Scylla watched with glee as her prey began to fall unconscious from the intense pleasure that was soon to take him.

"Ssssh." She shushed calmly.

The blurriness turned to darkness, and spread through his sight, eating up what he could see piece by piece until the only thing left that he could see was her tanned body highlighted against the darkness and his tortured tip inside her large cleavage. A devilish smile lay across her face, but he was in no position to respond to it. He breathed a large sigh of pleasure as the darkness of an overloaded mind took him to unconsciousness.

Orra smiled as she felt his tense body go limp in her grasp.

"And to think, when you wake up in a few minutes you'll get to pleasure me. I can already imagine the hours I'll make you lick me." The tentacle inside his body slowly retreated back out, dunking itself in the pool to rest.

"You had best get that tongue ready..."