Probe Me (Alien Tentacle Sex Series)
Audri London
Published by Audri London at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Audri London
Charlotte Rivers is just a simple girl from simple means, working full-time as a waitress at the Greasy Spoon Diner. After she gets into it with her husband, she meets a mysterious stranger who promises her a life of leisure and pleasure. Little does she know he’s an alien and has plans to bring her aboard his ship and probe all her holes…
Probe Me (Alien Tentacle Sex Series #1) is a fantasy erotica short story that features blowjobs and of course, tentacle sex. All characters (human and otherwise) are 18+ and this short story is intended for adult audiences only.
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"Charlie, you sure are pretty--but you ain’t right bright are you?"
I paused, fighting the urge to chunk the stack of dishes in my arms right at Roy Jenkins’ head. Most nights it might not've gotten to me. I’ve worked in customer service forever, and anyone who does knows that you have to let the mean things people do roll right off you or you’ll lose your shit. Still, I had to breathe nice and deep and not try to take it personal that Roy was talking to me like I was three years old.
I’m no dummy, just for the record. I did alright in school, but Ma sure wasn't sending me to college on food stamps so I ended up sticking around Aberdeen, a bumfuck town in the Nevada desert. Being a waitress wasn’t too bad. My looks, blonde, blue eyed, juicy rack, meant that on top of minimum wage I brought home decent tips.
Oh and I married Billy Ray Rivers last summer. He's the manager at the Greasy Spoon Diner where I work. You should have seen the wedding. It was real nice—right outside his double wide with flowers and his brother Joey plucking out “Stairway to Heaven” on his guitar.
But eight hours on my feet and my body ached, I'd been stiffed in the tip department save one douche who left a hand scrawled note that told me to show more tit, and now Roy was making the last few minutes of my shift a living hell. Didn't help that Billy Ray was eyeballin’ the new waitress's ass instead of coming to my rescue.
I forced a smile and turned around as calmly as I could manage. "What's wrong with your burger, Roy?"
"I asked for it medium well." He stabbed the beef with his fork and held it up, a stream of blood oozing from the incision. "This is straight off the god damn cow!"
Breathe. "I can take it to the back and get Julio to fire it up a little longer if you like."
"Goddamn Mexicans," he said, jowls rattling. "If I ordered a burrito he would have made it right."
I narrowed my eyes. "Now there ain;t no reason for that kinda talk, Roy."
“Ain’t you a sweetheart,” Roy said with a cruel smirk. He gave me an up and down glance. “You sweet on him or something?”
“You know I’m married to Billy Ray, Roy.”
He licked his lips, his food on the back burner as he devoured my body. “That I do. How he landed such a sweet piece of tail is beyond me.”
“Roy-”
Whack.
My whole body went rigid as the solid smack he'd landed on my bottom rippled over me. Even though Billy Ray squeezed us into these retro dresses that showed a helluva lot more than they covered up, it wasn't a damn strip club.
Not even thinking, I dropped the dishes into the cart beside me and turned and slapped Roy clear across his ignorant face.
The whole diner went quiet. Even Billy Ray stopped learning every inch of Mandi (with an I)’s rear.
The table rumbled as Roy rose to his feet, his face as red as a beet. “You little bitch!”
Billy Ray appeared at my side, steering me from harm's way. A couple of the regulars calmed Roy down as my husband and I stalked to the back.
Once the office door was closed, he laid into me. "I know Roy can be a handful sweetheart, but you can't go around smacking the customers."
"No," I seethed, steering around stacks of boxes filled with condiments. "A handful is what he grabbed a second ago."
Billy Ray's icy eyes glittered. "Old Roy smacked your ass?"
I nodded, my lip twitching as I burned with embarrassment. It quickly turned to anger when Billy Ray doubled over with laughter. His longish black hair spilled out of his trucker hat as he clutched his sides, loud guffaws rattling the tiny office.
He tried to taper it off when he saw I wasn't amused. "Babe...I..." He coughed and stood up straight, still snickering. He held out his arms. "C'mon. Let Daddy give you some sugar."
I hesitated, still raw that his first response to learning I’d been violated was chuckling instead of punching Roy in the face. But when gave me a look I was intimately familiar with, his eyes narrowing and his thick lips partin' just so, I melted. I walked over and fell into his open arms, sighing as I pushed away the longest shift ever, breathing in his aroma-a mixture of old spice and fry grease.
He leaned down, his words tickling my ear and sending a shockwave of horniness over me. "You know, you do have a nice ass."
I cocked my head upward, staring at the sharp contours of his face, the rugged handsomeness of his shadow, his thick lips, his big blue eyes. "I do, do I?"
"Mmhm," he purred, his hands trailing down ‘til they hit the curve of my bottom. He gave my right cheek a smack that went straight to my pussy, fondling me over my panties. God, he knew how to turn me on.
I trailed my hand down and felt his growing stiffy beneath his jeans. "Why don't you bend me over the desk and show me how much you like it?"
I sure as hell didn't have to say it twice. A sweep of the arm and the desk was bare, his fly was unzipped, and he was moaning as he jerked off. "Come put that saucy mouth on me."
I sunk down to my knees. He was still stroking so I took his free hand and captured his thumb in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the digit, eyes on him as I went to town. I took my tongue and darted it up and down, hitting every contour of him, flicking my tongue back and forth over the tip. I pulled back, giving him a sly grin. "You want me to do that to your cock?"
"Yes," he breathed, stroking my golden hair. "Oh yes!"
I took it back in my mouth, moaning as he kept jerking, my face so near his crotch that I could smell his desire, taste it on the tip of my tongue. I worked up a lot of saliva in my mouth and used it to coat him, making him good and wet ‘til it dribbled down my chin.
I leaned back, gazing up at him. “You ready for me to suck it?”
“Mmmhm,” he breathed deep, jiggling it as precum oozed from the opening at his ruby red tip. “Suck off Daddy, baby.”
I inched forward. "Keep stroking." Billy Ray was real dominant-like, loving to order us around on the clock but in the bedroom arena, I held the reins.
He kept jerking good and steady and I took the head of him between my lips, sucking and teasing it. There was something about playing with his tip that got me all hot and bothered. Maybe it was the little moans he made when I toyed with it. It was enough to make my clit swell as I danced my tongue over his knob.