The Seduction of Rob, Part 11 - The Cottage, Saturday

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The Seduction of Rob, Part 10 - The Cottage

School had started a little more than a week after Sherry’s birthday sleepover at his house, and just as he had thought would happen his chances to be with Sherry dwindled down to next to nothing.  Between school, his work schedule, and Sherry’s part-time work schedule, it was nearly a month into the new school year before Rob had a chance to see Sherry again other than during the times she was over at his house seeing his daughter.  And as much as he liked seeing her in any way that he could, in a way those visits were torture because he wasn’t able to touch her but had to make due with just drinking in the sight of her with his eyes. 

And the one time he did have the chance to be with her nearly ended in disaster.  Anticipation and desire had made the both of them careless, and one Friday evening when both of his kids were out they took the chance and Sherry came over to his house to see him.  They were going at it hot and heavy in his bedroom with the door closed and were totally wrapped up in each other – literally as well as figuratively, since they were in the missionary position with Sherry’s legs wrapped around him as he lay on her with his hands beneath her gripping her ass – and neither of them heard the front door to the house open, nor did they hear Randy come up the stairs.  The knock on the bedroom door startled both of them.

“Dad?” Randy called through the door.

“Yeah, Randy?” Rob replied, his hand clamped over Sherry’s mouth as she was actually trying to stifle a giggle.

“Is it okay if Russell spends the night here tonight after we get off work?” Randy asked.

“Sure, no problem,” Rob replied, looking down at Sherry and shaking his head at her.  She was smiling beneath his hand over her mouth, and she licked the palm of his hand just for spite. 

“Okay, thanks,” Randy replied, pausing for a moment.  “Are you okay, Dad?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I was just taking a nap and you startled me,” Rob lied as Sherry slowly rotated her hips beneath him, squeezing his cock with her pussy and pushing on his ass with her heels, urging him to continue what they were doing.

“Oh, okay, sorry about that,” Randy said, and then they heard him walking away and down the stairs.  A moment later they heard the front door open and then close as Randy left.  After keeping quiet for a few moments longer to make sure they were again alone, Rob lifted his hand from Sherry’s mouth and she giggled.

“Damn, that was close!” Rob said, looking down at Sherry, who was giggling away. “Hey, I’m not kidding, this is serious!”

“I know, lover, I’m sorry,” Sherry replied, smiling up at him.  “I just think it’s kinda funny!”

“Well, it won’t be funny if we get caught,” Rob said, smiling in spite of himself.  This girl was just too damned cute and sexy to stay mad at.  “We’ll just have to be more careful from now on,” he said.

“Okay, lover,” she replied, running her hand along the side of his face.

“I wonder how long he was standing outside the door, and just what he heard?” Rob wondered aloud. 

“Let’s worry about that later,” Sherry replied, pulling him down to her.  “Right now, let’s just pick up where we left off,” she said, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him deeply as she tightened her legs around him, squeezing his cock with her pussy to urge him into full hardness once again, as the sudden interruption had played hell with his erection.  Rob returned the kiss and felt his cock responding, and in a few moments they were right back where they left off before Randy came knocking.

That incident had left Rob with a renewed sense of caution; it also left him with a renewed suspicion that his son knew what was going on.  But at this point in the grand scheme of things – his divorce was proceeding quickly and would be finalized at the end of the month – what difference did it all make?  None, really, but Rob knew that he had to be careful at least until the end of the month, so he resolved himself to be extra careful until then.  After that, he’d take things as they came.

Three weeks after the near-disaster and a week before his divorce was due to be finalized, his soon-to-be-ex-wife announced that she was coming “to see the kids,” so Rob made arrangements to be out of town that weekend.  The divorce had turned nasty and Rob had no desire to have any contact with his ex of any kind, so he made arrangements to disappear down to the beach again for the weekend she would be there.  Instead of a hotel this time Rob rented out a small cottage on the beach which he got for a song since the tourist season was over and the owners of the cottage were quick to snap up any chance to make some money on the place.  He told his kids where he was going to be for the weekend, and then he called Sherry on her cell phone and told her.  She was excited and disappointed at the same time.

“I can make it down there Friday evening and again on Saturday evening, lover, but I can’t spend the night because my parents are in town,” she said, and Rob could hear the disappointment in her voice and imagine the pout on her face.  “And I have to work Saturday during the day, so I can’t come down until I get off work.  I’m sorry, lover, I really am,” she said.

“That’s okay, babe, really,” Rob replied, “We’ll just make the best of the time we have.  Hey, at least we get to see each other, right?” he said, disappointed as well but not wanting to let her know.

“Right!” Sherry replied, and Rob could tell the change in her attitude by the sound of her voice.  “So I’ll see you Friday evening around six, then, okay?”

“Works for me,” Rob replied, smiling.  “I’ll see you at six!”  Then he hung up his cell phone, the anticipation within him already starting to grow.  His subconscious told him that he was getting far more excited about this and it was making him much happier than it should considering this was supposed to be nothing more than a sexual affair, but he pushed those thoughts aside and decided that he’d deal with them later.  Right now he needed to concentrate on making it through the next couple of days until Friday evening got here and he could be with Sherry again.

It was a little after six PM when there was a knock on his door, and he felt his heart begin to race with excitement as he walked across the room to the front door.  Not that he needed to, but he looked out of the peephole out of habit.  Sherry was standing there, a big smile on her face, wearing a long-sleeved tie-dyed t-shirt that was so tight it looked like it was painted on and an equally tight pair of hip-hugging jeans.  From the lack of telltale lines showing through her shirt he could tell that she was braless, and he had to admit that she looked spectacularly sexy like that.  Her hair hung loose and free around her face, and the ever-present small pocketbook was hanging from one shoulder.  As soon as he opened the door she squealed with delight and threw herself at him.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, molding her lithe body to his, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as he returned the kiss.  Without breaking the kiss he picked her up, took her inside the house, and kicked the door closed behind them with his foot.  They finished the kiss a few long, delicious moments later, and when it was over she looked up at him, her eyes bright and sparkling, a big smile on her face.

“Hello, lover!” she said, her full lips glistening in a big smile.  “I have missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you, too, babe,” Rob replied, smiling back at her and hugging her close to him.  “Very, very much!”

Sherry leaned back and looked up at him, still smiling.  “Really?” she asked.  “You missed me that much?  Or are you just exceptionally horny and in need of a good, sound fucking?”

“I missed you that much,” Rob replied, looking her right in the eyes. 

“How sweet!” she said, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek.  Then she slipped out of his arms and walked a few steps into the room.  She looked around the room and said, “This is nice!  How did you find it?”

“Internet listing,” Rob replied.  “It’s the off-season so the rent wasn’t half of what it would be during the height of the tourist season.  I love the beach and I’m seriously thinking of moving here after my divorce is final and the kids get out of school.”

“That would be way cool, living on the beach!” she said, reminding him that she was, after all, still a teenager. 

“Yeah, I think so, too,” he replied, “but I’m not doing anything like that until Randy has graduated.  I don’t want to pull either of them out of their schools, especially not with Kathy being a senior this year and all.  My family moved when I was just starting high school, but it was my older sister’s senior year and she hated it,” Rob explained.  “Having to go through what is supposed to be the best year of high school in a strange school away from everyone else you’ve been going to school with your entire life really sucked for her, and I won’t do that to my kids.”

“Good for you!” Sherry said, and Rob thought he caught a glimmer of a funny, sad look in her eyes for just a brief moment.

“So, are you hungry?” he asked, walking over to the couch and picking up his Baja pullover.  He loved the loose-fitting woven pullovers, and owned two of them in different colors.  They were both the same pattern, wide alternating horizontal stripes, but the base colors and the colors of the stripes were different.

“Starved!” Sherry replied.  “Where are we going?” she asked as Rob slipped the baggy but warm Baja over his head.

“I thought we’d go to “The Captain’s Cabin” and have some seafood for dinner, but first we have to go get you one of these,” he said, adjusting the hood on the Baja behind his head.  “October at the beach can get kind of cool at night, and you’re gonna freeze in nothing but that shirt.”

“Don’t you like my shirt?” she said, holding her arms out and turning for him as if to model it for him.  “I wore it just for you, and I left the bra at home just for you too!”

“You look fabulous in it,” he said, walking over to her and holding her to him, “very sexy, and I truly appreciate it, but you’re still gonna freeze.  Now let’s go get you a Baja from a shop down the street and then go eat.”

“And then we can come back here and fuck?” she asked, looking up at him.  The way she talked dirty to him so casually and so easily always turned him on, and this was no exception as he felt his cock twitch at her words. 

“Yes, babe, and then we can come back here and fuck,” he said, ushering her to the door.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting in a corner booth in “The Captain’s Cabin,” the restaurant nearly deserted since it was the off-season.  The restaurant was dark, and that coupled with the corner booth they were in just about guaranteed their privacy.  The booth had a bench seat that was curved around a circular table instead of two benches facing each other, the table covered with a long tablecloth, and as soon as Rob slid onto the seat and the waitress put the menus down in front of them Sherry slid over next to him, grabbing his hand and holding it.  She was wearing her brand-new Baja that Rob had just bought for her, and he had to admit that it was the perfect compliment to her tie-dyed shirt and looked great on her.  He also couldn’t help but think that if she was wearing anything except a shirt with a crew neck she’d be showing a pretty good amount of cleavage since the neckline of the Baja was a V-neck and went down to the mid-chest point.  The waitress took their drink orders – beer for him, soda for her – and left to go get them.  When she came back a few minutes later they placed their orders, and as the waitress left Sherry slid around the seat to get up.

“Be right back, lover,” she said, smiling at him as usual.  “Gotta go powder my nose!”

“Okay, Sherry,” Rob replied, taking a sip of his beer.  Sherry returned a few minutes later, sliding around on the bench seat to cuddle close to him.  When Rob looked over at her he nearly choked on his beer – he could see cleavage, about a mile of it, beneath the V-neck of the Baja she was wearing.  Sherry had taken her shirt off in the bathroom and was now topless beneath the Baja.  She giggled at his reaction.

“I see you noticed!” she said, grinning up at him and giving him one of those “Sherry Smiles” with the tip of her tongue protruding between her teeth.  “You like?”

“Oh, I like,” Rob replied, grinning back at her and staring at her cleavage.  “I like very much!”

“Good!” she said, kissing him on the cheek.  “And if you like that, then you’re gonna love this!”  She slid sideways on the bench and lifted the tablecloth out of the way, then slid off of the bench and under the table.

“Sherry, what are you…” Rob started.

“Shhhhh!” she shushed him, a finger to her lips.  She giggled as she dropped the tablecloth, concealing her from view.  Rob took a quick look around to see if anyone had seen, but they were the only customers in this part of the restaurant, and it was dark. 

A moment later Rob felt Sherry’s hands slide up the tops of his thighs, gliding along the denim of his jeans and then sliding down between them to the insides.  She pushed his thighs apart, and he felt more than heard her move in close between them.  He felt her hands slide up the inside of his thighs, and he felt his cock begin to stir.  He took another quick look around as her hands slid up to his crotch and over the growing bulge in his jeans, and she rubbed it with the palm of her hand.  Then he felt her fingers working at the catch on his jeans, quickly unfastening it and then pulling down his zipper slowly so as not to make any noise.  Once his zipper was down she opened up the top of his jeans, exposing his semi-hard shaft to the cool air of the restaurant.  He felt her slip her fingers around the shaft and squeeze gently, tugging on it and urging it to full hardness.  He gasped as he felt the soft, warm wetness of her tongue on the base of his cock, then inhaled sharply as he felt that warm, soft, wet tongue slide slowly up the underside of his cock from the base to the tip and then back down again.  She did this to him several times, holding his cock in the palm of her hand as she did so, and then he felt her lift his cock away from his body with the palm of her hand.  He felt her warm, soft lips slide over the head of his cock to envelope it, her fingers wrapping around the now-hard shaft and pumping slowly as her tongue swirled over and around the sensitive tip.  He felt the first of his precum slip out of his cock and she licked it up immediately, then pumped more out of him with her hand.

Rob caught himself groaning as she sucked on the head of his cock and slid her mouth slowly down his shaft, and he took another look around as she slowly swallowed his cock into her wet, sucking mouth and down her throat.  He gripped the edge of the table hard as she slipped the head of his cock past the back of her throat and swallowed around it, digging his balls out of his jeans and squeezing them at the same time.  She held his cock there for a few moments, then began to slowly slide her warm, wet mouth up and down his hard cock, sucking on it very hard as she did so.  She swirled her tongue over and around the shaft and the head with every slow, delicious movement of her head, and Rob knew that it wouldn’t be long before Sherry got an appetizer of a different kind from him.  He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment as Sherry slowly engulfed his cock in her mouth again, sliding down the shaft and sucking on it very hard.

“Can I get you another beer, sir?”

“Huh? What?” Rob said, startled, his eyes popping open.  The waitress was standing across the table looking at him, a questioning look on her face.

“Can I get you another beer?” she repeated, pointing to the nearly empty bottle on the table in front of him.  Sherry continued sucking on his cock, drawing on it harder since she could hear that Rob had someone standing in front of him, and she gave his balls a playful squeeze as she swallowed around the head of his cock.  Rob jumped slightly, and the waitress gave him a funny look.

“Sure, sure, good,” he said, struggling to maintain his composure as Sherry slid her mouth slowly up his cock, sucking hard on the head and swirling her tongue around it.  “Another beer would be good,” Rob said.  The waitress smiled at him and then left, and he heard Sherry giggle around his cock.  Then she continued working on him, sliding her mouth down his shaft again.  The waitress came back with his fresh beer and placed it on the table, and all Rob could do was smile and nod at her as he was about to cum in Sherry’s mouth.  The waitress smiled back and then left, glancing behind her once as she left.

Rob groaned softly as he felt Sherry swallow his cock again, and then he felt it widen in preparation to cum.  Sherry felt it too and moved up and down on his shaft just a bit faster, urging him to cum by sucking on him harder and squeezing his balls with her hand.  Rob felt his balls shift in her hand and then he came, his cock exploding in Sherry’s mouth, pumping hard as it shot stream after stream of hot, thick cum into her sucking mouth and down her throat.  His hips bucked upwards slightly as he came, thrusting his cock deeper into her sucking mouth as it pumped and throbbed, spurting and shooting his cum as she swallowed it all down.  She slid her mouth all the way down on his cock and held it there as his orgasm ran its course, keeping it buried in her mouth and down her throat as the last spasms ran through his shaft and the last bit of cum spit out of his cock and down her throat.  She swallowed around his cock again, not missing a drop of his cum, and then slowly slid her mouth up the length of his cock, sucking the cum from his shaft and cleaning it with her tongue on the way up.  She held the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it, before finally releasing it with a soft ‘pop.’  Rob felt his body relax, leaning back in the booth against the cushioned backing, trying to catch his breath and not be too obvious about it as Sherry tucked his now-soft cock back into his jeans, fastened the catch, and zipped them up. She was careful not to catch him with the zipper, and he was grateful for that.  A moment later she was sitting on the bench next to him, licking her full lips with her pointed tongue and smiling at him.

“So, lover, what did you think?” she asked, grinning at him before taking a sip of her soda.  “Did you like that?”

“I think you’re nuts, and yeah, I fuckin’ loved it!” Rob replied, smiling back at her before taking a long pull from his beer.  He set the beer down on the table before continuing.  “I can’t believe you did that, and I can’t believe I let you!”

“I’ve always wanted to give you a nice, slow blowjob in a restaurant like this,” she said, smiling at him, “and there was no way you were gonna stop me!”

“You weren’t afraid of getting caught?” he asked.

“Sure, but that adds to the excitement of it, doesn’t it?” she replied.  She was right, and Rob knew it.  “Besides, having sex in public places turns me on!”

“Really?” Rob asked, although he already knew that.  “So, just how turned on are you?”

“Very,” she replied, looking at him with desire evident in her eyes.  “Give me your hand,” she said, and he held his hand out to her.  She slid it between her legs to her crotch, and Rob could feel that her jeans were damp to the point of nearly being wet. 

“Wow!” Rob said, surprised.

“And it’s gonna stay like that, too,” Sherry said, releasing his hand before continuing.  “So don’t worry about me not being ready to fuck you into oblivion when we get back to the cottage,” she said in a hushed, husky voice, looking up at him as she lowered her head slightly to give him “the look” that she knew he loved.  “But right now, let’s eat!” she said as she saw the waitress arriving with their food on a big tray.

They spent the next hour in the restaurant, enjoying both the meal and the company of each other, and Rob couldn’t remember when he’d been this happy.  When they left the restaurant it was full dark outside, the streets of the beach town nearly deserted due to it being the off-season, and Rob reached out to hold Sherry’s hand as they walked the four blocks back to the cottage.  When he took her hand in his Sherry looked up at him and smiled, and they held hands all the way back to the cottage.

Two hours and six orgasms later – four of hers and two of his – Sherry was on her way home, clad in the new Baja that Rob had bought for her, having kept her word about what she was going to do to him once they got back to the cottage.

Both of them were looking forward to the next afternoon when Sherry was coming back, more than each of them realized, and for the same reason that each of them inwardly knew but didn’t want to face or admit. 

More to come…

The Fantasy Room - Derek's Story

This is a story I submitted to an erotic story site and was rejected because the moderators felt it violated their site guidelines.  I disagree, but must respect the moderator's opinions and rulings as I understand the job they're trying to do, and applaud them for it.  So for all of my "Lush" fans, here is the story you 've been waiting to read.  A warning, though, it's far different than anything else I've written, so consider yourself warned.  Feedback would be appreciated.

It had been a long flight over from the East Coast of the United States to Tokyo International Airport, and Derek was tired.  The plane ride had been followed by what seemed to be an equally long taxi ride from the airport to a small prefecture about forty miles outside of the city where his company had a small outlet, and Derek had been sent there on an inspection tour.  He had been travelling for the better part of 18 hours, and he was relieved when the taxi finally pulled up to what he was certain was the only hotel in the small town located in the center of the small prefecture.  It was close to 9 PM and full dark, and Derek was anxious to get to his room and take a shower.  After retrieving his bags from the smiling driver and paying his fare, Derek walked through the main doors and into the lobby of the neat, well-kept hotel, going over to the check-in counter where an elderly man dressed in traditional Japanese attire stood.  He smiled at Derek as he approached, bowing slightly as Derek put his bags down in front of the desk. 

            "Konbanwa, Derek-san," the elderly gentleman said.  Derek bowed back, returning the traditional greeting.

            "Konbanwa," Derek replied, just about exhausting his knowledge of conversational Japanese.  "Do you speak English?" he asked, and the man smiled at him in return.

            "Yes, I speak English very well, thank you," he replied, his hands clasped in front of him and held at waist-level.

            "Excellent, because my Japanese needs a lot of work!" Derek replied, smiling back at the man.  "And since you know my name, I take it that you have a reservation for me already," he said.

            "Yes, your company made the reservation for you last week," the older man replied.  "I have just the right room for you, one I think will suit you and your needs quite well...quite well, indeed!" he said, handing Derek an information card and a pen so he could fill out the form.  The older man's choice of words struck Derek as slightly funny, but he was much too tired to give it too much thought.  He filled the card out and handed it and the pen back to the old man, who then handed Derek a key with a Japanese character on the tag. 

            "Thank you," Derek said, taking the key from the man. 

            "Your room is number 320; take the elevator to the third floor, turn right, and it's the last room on the right," the clerk explained, still smiling at Derek as if he knew some kind of deep, dark secret about Derek.  "There are no other guests on that floor, so you will not be disturbed," he said.  Derek looked up at this, a puzzled look on his face.

            "Disturbed?" he asked.  "Doing what?"

            "Sleeping, of course," the clerk replied, still smiling.  "You have had a very long journey to our country from yours, and I am certain you must be quite tired by now," he explained, and Derek relaxed.

            "Yes, you're right, I am pretty tired," Derek replied, bending down and picking up his bags.

            "What time would you like the house maid to wake you?" the clerk asked as Derek turned to go.

            "Seven o'clock should do it," Derek replied

            "Seven it is, then," the clerk replied, bowing again.  Derek returned the bow, bags in hand, and then walked towards the elevator.  A few minutes later he was at his room, and when he opened the door and turned on the lights he was pleasantly surprised to see that he had been given an "American-style" room - that is, the bed was an actual mattress on a bedframe and not a Japanese-style mat sitting on the floor. 

            "There is a god," he said, smiling to himself as he stepped inside the room, then kicked the door closed and set his bags down on the floor. He quickly stripped out of his traveling clothes and headed for the bathroom, intent on washing the funk of 18+ hours of travelling from his body.  The hot water felt good when he stepped under the shower, and he felt his muscles relaxing as he soaped up.

            Ten minutes later he walked out of the bathroom clean and refreshed, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with a second towel.  He reached into his jacket pocket and recovered his cell phone, checking to see if he hand any calls, messages or e-mails while he was in the shower.  There was one e-mail from his company, no doubt wanting to know if he made it okay, and a text message from his mother - but that was all.  Nothing else, no messages or texts from a girlfriend because Derek didn't believe in keeping one "steady" girlfriend.  But that was okay with him - at only 26 years of age he thought he was way too young to think about settling down just yet.  His career was going like gangbusters and he had more than a few names in his little black book, so he was never hurting for female companionship.  He sent a quick reply to both his company and his mother, letting them know that he’d arrived okay, then dropped the cell phone onto the bed and walked back into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror as he combed his hair.

            When he was done he pulled the towel from his waist and put it on the counter, then stepped back to take stock of his body.  He thought he was reasonably good-looking, with dark hair and a chiseled face, and his physique was pretty good if he did say so himself.  He worked out three times a week, and while he was no Arnold Schwarzenegger he was muscled just enough to give his body definition and "cut."  Overall, he was satisfied with the way he looked and the build of his body - with one small exception.  His eyes dropped down to his penis hanging down at his crotch, the hair trimmed close and his balls smooth-shaven.  He turned sideways and looked at his profile, thinking again as most men did (whether they wanted to admit it or not) that he wished his cock were bigger.  He was average in size, meaning he was a little more than six inches erect, but he sometimes wished that he was bigger - not John Holmes big or anything like that, but three more inches or so certainly wouldn't hurt his feelings any.  

            A big yawn came up out of nowhere, his body's way of reminding him that it was late and he was tired, so he walked out of the bathroom and headed for the American-style bed, leaving the bathroom light on and closing the door most of the way so that just a slim sliver of light came through to light up the room.  This was an old habit of his that he picked up a long time ago, and it helped when you woke up in the middle of the night in a strange room and tried to remember where you were.  He set out his clothes for tomorrow and then turned to the bed, pulling the covers back and fluffing the pillows before lying down on his back, still naked.  He had always slept naked, and as long as the sheets were clean he didn't see any reason to put anything on now.  He rolled over and turned off the bedside light, the room now illuminated only by the light coming from the cracked bathroom door.  Derek lay back, resting his head on the pillow and his hands on his stomach for a moment before raising his arms above his head and stretching.  The stretch felt good, pulling out his tired muscles fatigued from the long trip.  He held his hands together above his head as he stretched, then clenched his fists as he separated his arms and stretched them out wide.

            Just then something warm, thick and powerful grabbed Derek by the wrists, wrapping several times around each wrist and gripping tightly before pulling sharply on his arms to stretch him out further.

            "What the fuck!" Derek shouted, looking up at his right wrist to see what was going on.  What he saw made his blood run cold with both disbelief and terror.

            A dark, thick, muscular tentacle had materialized out of the wall behind the bed from a spot just below the corners where the walls met the ceiling, and it was this tentacle that was wrapped tightly around his wrist and pulling on it.  He looked to his left and saw that a second tentacle had materialized out of that corner as well, the thick tentacle wrapped around his wrist and pulling in the other direction.  The tentacles gripped his wrists tightly, pulling on his arms just enough to keep him from being able to move them no matter how hard Dan pulled against them.  He was held fast, and there was nothing he could do about it.

            Derek saw movement at the foot of his bed, and his eyes grew wide as he saw two more tentacles rising up from each corner of the foot of the bed.  They were the same as the two that held his wrists, and before he could react they quickly wrapped themselves tightly around each of his ankles and pulled, spreading his legs wide apart as they pulled his feet towards the opposite corners of the bed.

            "Hey!  HEY!" Derek shouted, then grunted as the tentacles stretched his body out.  He was held hand and foot by the powerful tentacles, and each time he tried to move against them he could feel the muscles flexing beneath the skin of the tentacles as they held on to him and increased their grip.  He quickly realized that he was helpless, trapped in the grip of the tentacles, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And then, incredibly, he felt his cock begin to stir, the shaft slowly starting to swell and elongate, his balls shifting slightly as he lay trapped in the tentacle’s grip.  He looked down and could see his shaft slowly growing in the light from the bathroom, and in the back of his mind he knew why it was happening.

Then a fifth tentacle appeared on the right side of the bed, rising up over his body, hovering for a moment before moving down towards his hips.  This tentacle wasn’t as thick as the others that were holding him, and he could see that the underside of the tentacle was as smooth as the top rather than lined with suckers as might be expected.  The tentacle hovered over his groin for a moment, then dipped down and quickly encircled Derek’s scrotum, sliding under his balls and then coming back up and around to slide under his slowly growing shaft , encircling both his cock and balls like one big cock ring.

“Whoa! Unnggghh!” Derek moaned as the tentacle tightened around his scrotum, squeezing firmly but not quite to the point of pain.  The tentacle was surprisingly warm and smooth against the bare skin of his balls and shaft, and Derek could feel the muscles moving against his skin as the tentacle tugged on him.  His cock began to grow faster, the shaft swelling and thickening as the tentacle continued to squeeze and tug on his scrotum.

“What the fu…” Derek started to say out loud, but his words were choked off when yet another tentacle came out of the wall behind him and slipped around his neck, looping around it twice and immediately tightening, squeezing just hard enough to choke off his words but not hard enough to prevent him from breathing.  Derek began to panic with this new tentacle wrapped around his neck, and he struggled to pull his arms and legs free of the tentacles that gripped him.  He only succeeded in making the tentacles grip his legs and wrists tighter, pulling on him and stretching his body out a bit more.  To his surprise the tentacle around his neck didn’t tighten, but the one wrapped around his genitals did as it continued to tug and pull on him.

It was at this point that Derek realized that the tentacles weren’t going to kill him, because if they were he’d be dead by now.  In the back of his mind he knew what was going to happen next and, more importantly, he knew why.  He looked down at his cock and saw that it was nearly fully erect, bobbing slightly as the tentacle wrapped around his scrotum tugged and pulled at him, urging him to full erection.

Then another tentacle rose up from the left side of the bed, this one the same size as the one gripping his scrotum.  It hovered over his body for just a moment before moving down to his crotch where it wrapped itself several times around his erection and immediately tightened around it, squeezing hard. 

“Ungh!” Derek grunted through the tentacle wrapped around his neck, and he looked down to see the head of his cock poking out of the tentacle that was wrapped around the hard shaft.  The tentacle squeezed again, tugging on his hard shaft as it did so, the head of his cock now big and swollen with the pressure being applied to his shaft.  This one was also warm like the others that were gripping him, and Derek could feel the muscles moving under the skin as it squeezed his shaft hard.

Then a very warm, slippery, mucus-like substance began seeping out of the tentacles wrapped around his genitals, and Derek felt a tingling sensation deep in his balls and in his shaft. The tentacles wrapped around him down there began moving together, the one around his scrotum squeezing and pulling on him rhythmically as the one around his erection did the same, gripping his shaft hard as it slid up and down his length, pulling and tugging on him over and over again.

‘This is impossible!’ Derek thought to himself as he continued looking down, watching as the tentacles continued masturbating him.  ‘This has to be a dream!  That’s it, I’m asleep and I’m dreaming!’  he thought, but then the tentacle around his neck tightened hard and cut off his airway just long enough to get his attention, as if it knew what he was thinking, and that convinced Derek that this was no dream.

“Okay, okay, I got it, I understand,” Derek croaked, and the tentacle around his neck loosened back to its previous grip. 

Derek looked down again and watched as the tentacles continued to squeeze, tug and pull on him, the tingling sensations in his cock and balls intensifying as they continued working him over.  The tentacle wrapped around his shaft tightened more and tugged harder, and Derek grunted as it pulled harder.  He felt like his shaft was a piece of salt water taffy and the tentacle was intent on stretching it out as far as it could, and then the tentacle gripping his shaft gave him a quick, hard tug as if to answer him.

With each passing minute the heat of the fluid seeping out of the tentacles wrapped around his genitals grew, and the tingling sensations in his cock and balls also grew with it.  Derek’s cock felt harder than it had ever felt before, the skin seemingly stretched tight by the pressure of the blood rushing through it.  He was so hard it felt like his cock was going to explode, and the tentacle wrapped around his cock only continued to squeeze and pull harder on his shaft, stroking and tugging relentlessly.

Derek felt himself begin to relax in the grip of the tentacles, the erotic sensations emanating out from his cock and balls beginning to take over and flood his body.  In a few moments nothing else mattered to him except the two tentacles that were masturbating him, and he felt his breathing begin to quicken and his heart begin to beat faster.  Then he felt the familiar sensation in the pit of his balls, that peculiar tingling sensation that all men feel which heralds the beginnings of an orgasm, and the tentacles wrapped around his genitals intensified their motions as if to hurry him to orgasm.  Derek felt his heart begin to race and heard his breathing quicken even more, and the tingling in his balls grew more intense as his orgasm quickly built.  The tentacle wrapped around his shaft gripped him harder, tugging and pulling at him more urgently and harder than before, while the one wrapped around his scrotum squeezed harder.  His cock was so hard it hurt, and he groaned loudly as he felt his balls contracting in preparation for his orgasm.

“NNNNGGGGHHHH!!” Derek groaned between gritted teeth, a grimace on his face as his orgasm hit.  His back arched and his muscles tensed, and he strained against the tentacles holding him as his cock erupted with a force he’d never felt before.  The cum came blasting out of his cock in long, thick ropes, arcing through the air to land heavily on his chest and stomach.  The tentacle continued tugging and pulling on his cock as it spasmed again and again, shooting stream after stream of cum out onto Derek’s body.  Five, six, seven, eight times his cock pumped, and the tentacles wrapped around his cock and balls continued to squeeze and tug.  The tingling in his genitals caused by the tentacle’s fluid increased as did the heat it was generated, and Derek soon felt like his shaft was on fire as it continued to spew cum out onto his flat stomach.  He strained again against the tentacles holding him, squeezing his eyes shut with the intense mixture of pleasure and pain he was experiencing as the most intense and longest orgasm he’d ever had ran its course.

Just as Derek began to wonder if he would ever stop cumming he felt the spasms in his cock slow and finally cease, the last bit of fluid spitting out of the tip of his cock to land on his abdomen.  He felt his muscles relax, and he lay on the bed still in the grip of the tentacles as he gasped for breath. 

But the tentacles wrapped around his genitals didn’t stop.  As he was fighting to catch his breath he noticed that he was still hard as a rock, and that the two tentacles were still squeezing, tugging, and pulling on him as before.  Then he noticed that the warming and tingling sensations caused by the fluid the tentacles emitted was increasing, and he groaned as the tentacle wrapped around his still-hard and throbbing shaft squeezed it even harder than before.  He grunted loudly as the tentacle pulled harder than ever, and the feeling that his cock was so hard it was going to explode came again.  He looked down and saw the head of his cock sticking out of the tentacle as it gripped his shaft, pulling and tugging on it, as the tentacle around his scrotum tightened again.  Then he felt his balls shifting again, and an intense tingling ran through him again.

“Impossible!” he gasped, watching as the tentacles continued squeezing and tugging on him, and then he felt his balls shifting again and knew that he was about to cum yet again.

“Impossible!” he repeated, gritting his teeth as he felt the second orgasm quickly building.  “This is gonna hurt…” he moaned, and then he cried out again as his second orgasm hit with the same intensity as the first.  He arched his back and strained against the tentacles holding him again as his cock pumped and throbbed again, shooting another heavy load of cum through the air to land on his chest and stomach.  The tentacle pumping his shaft squeezed tighter and pulled even harder, and Derek cried out with the pain as the second tentacle squeezed his scrotum harder yet, his balls bulging with the pressure.

Derek felt himself getting light-headed and dizzy, and the last thing he remembered before he lost consciousness was the feeling of the tentacle gripping his shaft squeezing and tugging even harder…and then the darkness overtook him.

The knocking on the door woke him, and he found himself lying flat on his back on the bed as he opened his eyes. The room was light now, morning having broken, and his still-naked body was covered by the bedsheets.  He heard the feminine voice calling to him from the other side of the door as he struggled to wake up and clear the sleep from his brain.

“Konichi-wa, Derek-san,” the feminine voice said.  “Time to wake up, please!” she said, still knocking on the door. 

“Okay, okay, I’m up, thank you,” Derek replied loudly, pulling his hands out from beneath the covers and rubbing his palms over his face.  He heard the maid walking away as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and then he started as he remembered the events of the night before.  His eyes flew open and he held his wrists out in front of his face, seeing that his wrists were slightly bruised in a band about six inches wide.

“Holy shit, it was real,” he said to himself, his eyes wide.  “It wasn’t a dream, it was real!”  And then he felt the dull throbbing in his genitals, becoming aware of it for the first time.  He threw the covers back and looked down, seeing the now-dried and flaking river of cum that ran from his belly button all the way up to his chest between his nipples.  He looked further down and saw that his shaft was red and irritated, throbbing slightly with just a bit of a tingling sensation in it, and that it and his balls were covered with a dried film of something that was crusty and flaking.  There was something else different about his shaft as well, but he couldn’t put his finger on just what it was.  He pulled one of his legs out of the covers and saw the bruising around his ankle, and then dropped his leg to the bed as he let his head fall back to stare at the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” he said softly to himself as the events of the night came flooding back to him.  He leaned his head back and looked up at the wall behind him, but of course he saw nothing out of the ordinary. 

“I need a shower,” he said aloud, then sat up and swung his feet off of the bed.  He stood and walked to the bathroom, a bit wobbly, his slightly sore and still tingly cock swinging a bit as he walked.  He turned the water on in the shower, and after waiting a few moments for the hot water to make it through the pipes he stepped in, letting the hot water run down over his head and down his body.  As soon as the hot water hit his genitals he felt a strange warm sensation flooding through them, but he thought it was only the effects of the water on his sore and sensitive skin.  He picked up the bar of soap from the dish and began lathering his body, washing the dried cum from his chest first and then working his way down to his groin.

As soon as he began soaping up his genitals he got an erection, but he didn’t think anything of it because he almost always got an erection when he washed himself there.  But then he noticed that his cock was getting hard fast, very fast, faster than he’d ever experienced before, and he watched in amazement as his cock quickly grew thicker, harder, and longer than ever before.  The tingling sensation in his scrotum returned, more intense than before, and it lasted only until he was fully erect.  Then it faded, leaving him with a throbbing, pulsing monster of an erection that made his mouth drop open in surprise.

“Holy SHIT!” he exclaimed, looking down at the reddened, bulbous head of his now-huge cock.  He quickly turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, not bothering to rinse or dry off, and nearly ran into the bedroom and over to his suitcase.  He always carried a small portable tailor’s kit with him, and inside that kit was a cloth tape measure.  He quickly found the tape measure and went back into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror as he held the end of the tape measure in place at the base of his shaft and ran the rest up the length of his erect cock.  He had to look twice to make sure he was seeing it right when he saw the results.

“Nine and a half inches,” he said in amazement, looking down at his still-erect cock.  “Holy shit, nine and a half inches!”  He had no idea how big around his shaft had been before the tentacles got hold of him, but he could tell that he was substantially bigger around as well.  Then a thought struck him and he looked at the mirror to see his balls; they, too, were bigger than they had been, hanging lower from his body and feeling fuller and heavier as well.  He stood there for several minutes, amazed at what he was seeing, finally snapping out of his trance and heading back into the shower to finish getting ready.  He was going to be late for his meeting if he didn’t get a move on, so he turned on the shower and stepped back inside, pulling the curtain closed behind him.  Halfway through his shower his erection faded away, and he was able to finish his routine and get dressed without further incident.  He made it out of the hotel and into a taxi just in time to make his meeting.  He looked for the old man at the desk on his way out but saw only a young Japanese woman who smiled and bowed at him as he rushed past.

The meeting at the outlet took most of the day, and then his Japanese hosts were insistent on taking him out for a night on the town.  By the time he got back to his hotel it was close to midnight, and he saw as he entered the lobby that the elderly gentleman who was there the night before was there again.  He smiled and bowed as Derek walked over to the desk.

“Konbanwa, Derek-san,” he said as Derek stopped in front of the desk.  “I trust your meeting today went well,” he said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“The meeting went fine, but that’s not…” Derek began, but the old man cut him off.

“A good night’s rest makes all the difference,” the old man asked, a knowing smile on his face.  “I trust the room treated you well?”  Derek felt the color drain from his face as he realized that the old man not only knew about the room, but…

“You gave me that room on purpose,” Derek said to the smiling old man.  “You knew, and you gave me that room on purpose.  But why?  Why me?” he asked, then looked quickly around the lobby to make sure they were alone before continuing.  “And how did you know about my secret fantasy?” he said, leaning over the counter slightly and lowering his voice.  “I’ve never told anyone about that, not ever!  How did you know?”  The elderly clerk tucked his hands into the cuffs of his robe as he replied, still smiling at Derek in a knowing way.

“I did not know, Derek-san, the room knew,” he replied.  “And I did not pick you, the room did.  I knew the moment you walked in that the room had picked you, so I gave you to the room.”

“What do you mean, ‘the room knew?’”  Derek replied, astounded at what he was hearing.  “And the room picked me?  Really, what kind of a joke is this?”

“It is no joke, Derek-san,” the old man replied, “surely you realize that by now.  Did you not wake up changed this morning, something different about you, something that you always desired to be different suddenly was?” he asked, and Derek’s mouth dropped open at his words.  He paused for a moment before replying.

“Yes, something was different,” he replied, resisting the urge to glance down at his crotch.

“Then that is your proof,” the clerk replied.

“But how?  How does all this happen?” Derek asked, coming to terms with what he was being told.  The old man slowly shook his head as he replied.

“I know not how the room works, nor how it came to be,” he said, “only that it is, and it tells me who it has chosen without telling me why.  The room is a secret place, a once in a lifetime place where fantasies come to life and are realized – a fantasy room, if you will.  And when the room is finished with you, it always rewards you in some way by making a secret desire of yours come to be.  As I said, I know not how or why, only that it is.”

“Have you ever experienced the room?” Derek asked.  The old man said nothing, but his smile grew a bit bigger instead.  Derek nodded his head in understanding, and then continued.  “So will it happen again tonight?” he asked.

“As I said, Derek-san, the room is a once in a lifetime place.  It has made your deepest fantasy come true and has rewarded you, so now it is done with you,” the old man replied.  “You will sleep soundly tonight without being disturbed, and tomorrow morning you will leave the room and this hotel and continue with your life, changed for the better for your having been chosen by the room.”

“And the room will pick someone else tomorrow,” Derek said.

“Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, I never know,” the old man said, smiling and shrugging his shoulders.  “All I know is that the room tells me when it has picked someone, and I give the room who it desires.”

“This is incredible,” Derek said, letting all of what he had been told sink in.  “And of course, if I try telling anyone about it, they’d think I was crazy,” he said, and the old man smiled at him again.

“Only those who have experienced the room will understand and believe,” he said simply.

“Of course,” Derek said.

“May I be of further service to you, Derek-san?” the old man asked.

“No, I’m going to just go up to my – the – room and get some sleep,” Derek said, shaking his head.

“Rest well, then, and pleasant journey home, my young friend,” the clerk said, bowing to Derek who returned the bow.  Then Derek left the lobby and went up to the room, hesitating a bit before opening the door and going inside.  The lights were on and the room looked the same as it had the night before – normal – yet Derek was still a bit spooked as he undressed and got into bed.  He thought he was going to have a lot of trouble getting to sleep, but he fell asleep within moments of getting into bed and pulling the covers up around him.

He slept more soundly that night than he could ever remember.

When he got up the next morning and went downstairs to check out, he asked the young girl behind the counter to give a message to the older gentleman who worked the late shift at the desk.  He was astounded at her reply.

“We have no older gentleman working the late shift, sir,” she replied.  “All of our desk clerks are younger women such as myself.”

Derek just stared at her for a moment as she looked at him, a puzzled look on her face that must have been a mirror image of his own.  He mumbled a ‘thank you’ and then picked up his bags, turning to walk out of the lobby and into the street.  There was a taxicab sitting at the curb, and the driver hurried over to take his bags from him and loaded them into the trunk of the cab.  Derek got into the back seat as the driver got into the front, and then told the driver to take him to the airport.

“You go home now, yes?” the driver asked in broken English, smiling at Derek in the mirror.”  “You have good time in Japan, yes?” he said, nodding his head quickly.

“You have no idea,” Derek replied, shaking his head slowly in wonderment as the driver pulled the taxi out into traffic and headed for the airport.

Fini.