Octogushy is a short fantasy lesbian tale as old as time, where two woman and eight tentacles make one great orgasm.
The audition could not have been going worse for Shanice when the casting director noticed her tentacles. The casting director, an uptight ballerina who had fought tooth and nail for her position, was thoroughly unimpressed by Shanice. The woman itched at her tight burn with a single tan finger, bored as Shanice danced. Shanice had hoped that performing for another black woman would at least grant her some much deserved legitimacy, but this woman didn't seem interested in sisterhood.
Still, Shanice was giving it her all, griding and gyrating her curves to the steady rhythm of the RnB song. She turned her back to the casting director, to both show off her control of her ass muscles and to grab a peek of the woman in the mirrored wall of the dance studio. Shanice saw her bored expression light up as Shanice brought her arms up. Shanice turned around, feeling triumphant that she was able to get some reaction out of the woman.
The casting director let Shanice continue without mentioning the tentacle she had seen while Shanice's back was turned. It was a deep purple, and just the glistening tip trailed from underneath Shanice's loose fitting cotton shirt. The casting director sat forward a little bit and crossed her legs. The tentacle moved back and forth with Shanice, who's muscled body flexed to the rhythm alluringly. The casting director was having trouble keeping her thoughts professional. It was like something out of her dirtiest fantasies.
Shanice's brown skin glistened with sweat, her hair, which was pulled into an afro puff ponytail, bounced to the rhythm. The casting director motioned for Shanice to cut the music with one fluid hand movement. Shanice bent over to her phone, and as the fabric of her shirt rose, two more tentacle heads were exposed. The casting director swallowed and licked her lips. The suction cups had a rosy hue to them, compared to the deep purple of the rest. The casting director rose from her chair and cleared her throat.
"So, how was it?" Shanice said, breathing a bit heavy. The casting director could smell her sweat as she approached, and nearly closed her eyes. Her musk was warm and fresh, with a hint of ocean salt.
"To be honest, I got a bit distracted by...well, your tentacles are showing." The casting director purred. She was close to Shanice now and reached out a hand to touch a tentacle. Shanice pulled away, shocked.
"Oh my god I am so embarrassed, I really- "No need to be embarrassed, none at all. I think you look really sexy when you let your tentacles out."
Shanice's face twisted into a sly smile. "Oh, you like my wet tentacles?" One of the tentacles grasped at the casting director's wrist. The warm wetness of it made the woman groan quietly. "I always wanted to try." The casting director lifted her encircled wrist to her mouth and began to lick at the tentacle gently. Now Shanice bit back a moan.
"I'll tell you what," Shanice said, stepping close enough to the casting director that she could whisper down into her ear. "If you give me the spot in the show, I'll let you try everything you want. Maybe more." The casting director nodded and kept licking. Shanice pushed her down to her knees. "You want more tentacles? You want me to fuck you in every hole?" The casting director nodded yes like a rag doll. "Say it out loud." "I want you to fuck me in every hole with your tentacles! Please, I want you so bad."
With that, Shanice ripped the casting director's shirt with two tentacles, and pulled her own shirt from her torso. Underneath, Shanice's breast stayed under a sleek sports bra. Eight tentacles in total began to explore and undress the casting director. Two tentacles encircled the woman's naked chest, stroking her erect nipples and massaging her breasts. On tentacle bound bother her wrists and raised them above her body. As two tentacles ripped away her leggings, a tentacle busied itself by playing with her hard clit through her spandex panties. The casting director moaned and writhed.
Shanice was far from finished. One tentacle stroked tenderly at the casting director's asshole, which quivered at the gentle touches. The tentacle holding her wrists pulled her arms up, and the ones at her ankles spread her body almost to it's limits. In the mirror, the casting director saw most of her clothing in tatters on the floor, except for a stretch of cloth at her midsection. She watched as on of Shanice's tentacles pulled her left nipple. The casting director moaned loudly this time. Shanice took that as a welcome sign to continue her onslaught. Shanice wanted to get something more out of the experience though. She stripped her pants off and laid on the floor.
Shanice brought the casting director to her knees and forced her bound wrists behind her lower back. Then, Shanice pushed the director's head toward her center. Shanice pulled her panties to one side, and said, "Eat it, Bitch."
The casting director started slowly, tonguing with gentle curiosity, tasting Shanice. To show approval, Shanice sent a tentacle into the casting director's open and wet pussy. Shanice took the slow stroke approach, keeping another tentacle at the director's asshole. The director moaned right on top of Shanice's clit. Shanice used her hands to push the woman's head deeper toward her hungry pussy. "More, God yes, more!"
Shanice built a steady rhythm inside the casting director, and the woman's body spasmed quietly with every stroke. She was being such a good girl, lapping hungrily at Shanice's pussy, paying attention to every fold and leaving them slick with spit. Shanice wanted to reward her, send her deeper into pleasure. She pressed the tip of a tentacle into the casting director's ready asshole.
The casting director was moaning with every stroke now, and Shanice began to time her strokes. One gentle prodding into her hungry asshole, one deep stroke in her wet pussy, and one tentacle stroking at the woman's clit. The tentacle fucking her pussy slid against her g spot with intention, pushing against it again and again.
The casting director was squirting now, and the wetness hit the hardwood floor with a sparkling cascade. The casting director tried to keep eating pussy, but she was so distracted by the pleasure now. She became overwhelmed with orgasm. Her body shook and she drooled. Shanice kept her rhythm through the bucking of the casting director's body.
After the casting director's body stopped shaking, Shanice withdrew her tentacles and stoop up to put on her pants. The casting director stayed on the floor, sitting in her own orgasm, naked and flushed.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow at rehearsal, right?" Shanice said, walking towards the door casually. "8 o'clock sharp," said the casting director breathily. "And we'll have to have some private rehearsals, to get you up to level." Shanice smiled and left the beautiful woman naked on the floor.