The Teleporter Part 4

“I don’t think I can pay my mortgage. I lost my job spending all my time with you,” Katie said, sitting at her kitchen table. She had barely left the house in a month and was shuffling through the many bills that were beginning to pile up. Katie didn’t want to deal with any of it, but she couldn’t live in a pleasure filled fantasy land forever.

Teleporter texted her, “How much?”

She had gotten a new phone since nearly being mugged. Katie raised an eyebrow, “How much is my mortgage? $2000 a month.”

A tentacle appeared before her, holding a wad of cash. Katie’s mouth dropped open, “Where did you get this?”

Two tentacles had wrapped around her ankles. Now one was venturing up her skirt, “Teleporter!”

Katie clamped her legs shut, pulling her skirt down. She tried to keep a straight face, “Did you steal this money?”

Another limb wrapped underneath her breasts, pinning her to the chair with her arms at her side. She read the next text. I don’t wish to answer.

Katie shook her head, “You can’t steal for me. I want you all the time, but you can’t steal for me. Okay?”

“I understand,” Teleporter replied.

“Good,” Katie spread her legs. The tips of two tentacles rubbed at her nipples through her t-shirt, while a third slid up her skirt to rub her clit. She rocked her hips, wanting to feel Teleporter penetrating her. She had always enjoyed penetration above all other sexual acts, especially with Teleporter. His limbs always felt consistently hard and she never had to worry about semen.

Katie moaned the monsters name as the tentacle moved away from her clit, tugged aside her thong and slipped inside of her. Two more tentacles began brushing against her legs, making her muscles quiver with enjoyment as a second pair wrapped around her wrists. She still didn’t know why being restrained felt so good.

After her first orgasm, the tentacle pinning her to the chair loosened and she was lifted up to be bent over the kitchen table. Teleporter slapped her ass, one of the thin wet tentacles circling her anus, teasing while the other pressed against her cervix with long and slow strokes. She gasped as Teleporter double penetrated her, the limbs moving more quickly inside of her. Soon her cum was running down her legs and dripping onto the floor.

“Yes, oh yes please…” Katie murmured. As she began seeing colours from another orgasm an idea suddenly occurred to her, “Stop!”

The tentacles did as she commanded. Her legs shook as she struggled to stand upright, “I know what we can do to make money.”

A tentacle gripped her waist, helping her steady herself, “We can make porn videos. I’ll just have to get something to cover my face.”

Teleporter didn’t reply. Instead three new tentacles appeared before her. One held a ski mask, another a disposable medical mask, and a third held a leather eye mask—she had worn it at a Halloween part once and forgotten about it until she saw it now. Katie tugged on the third option, “Can’t keep any secrets from you, can I?”

She wasn’t able to glimpse the text message that came through. One tentacle pushed her back down to be bent over the table while others quickly restrained her wrists and ankles. The probing double penetration resumed after gentle teasing that made her knees buckle. Katie panted, a smile playing across her lips as she remained stretched across the table until the shaking from her orgasms subsided enough for her to move to her couch.

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Written by Kelsey Reich on June 30/2021 in Ontario, Canada.