BB's dirty thoughts May.2

I had so much fun finding her voice and rewatching Gentleman Prefer Blondes. Marilyn was, as ever, the brilliantly smart "dumb" blonde.

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All the best stories all start exactly one way; with too much champagne. I think it's amazing how the French turn something as crisp and sunny as a grape into something that makes the whole world into candy-coated glitter.

What most stories don't start with is a shiny metal box attached to an actresses' back and wired into her spine, so that whenever she wants to, she can grow slimy tentacle arms for an upcoming role. It took a hundred lawyers a hundred hours to agree with the scientist developers of the box, but I, of course, was very excited to try it.

My co-star and I sat comfortably in the actress' lounge, laughing and seeing how much I could pick up at once. The arms were a little strange at first, but when I discovered I could elegantly display the Chateau Lafite Rothschild, the ice bucket and myself while holding a perfectly pleasant conversation, everything else became a complete gas.

I liked her very much; a stunning brunette with a sharp tongue and sharper, sticky-honey eyes. She had a brilliant, witty mind; what we had in common is what we knew about the world, and that made us fast friends. Why her husband was on the outs with her I never could fully understand; men like him never said out loud how much they hated the success of their wives, but the contempt never made a lick of sense. So what if she made more money, or was more famous? Why not simply be glad to be hers?

We'd invited two extras we liked to our lounge- Kelly and Iris- and anywhere there was smart, funny, brazen women and champagne, there was a party.

It was the lonely look in Jane's eyes that gave me the idea. She'd never show it openly, but I knew how to recognize the faraway gaze between moments speaking and thinking, especially when alcohol was involved. I politely asked if I could try picking her up, and she blithely answered that if I were to do it comfortably, I'd have to lift her from the shoulders and the thighs, and for that, I'd have to get under her skirt. She wasn't even surprised when I did exactly that. The other girls were, though-!

After that, it was all daring each other to see how far the ruse would go, and I was never one to back down from a fair fight. What can I say- bubbles go right to my head! That, and... I could feel her sex growing hot from the all-too-near sensation of the slippery appendages. And more than that- I could feel sensation from them too! Her skin was satin-soft. There was a gasp of indignation as I slid her panties aside, but only grateful cursing as I slid a tentacle along her slit.

Kelly was transfixed, and Iris was already demanding that I give her the same treatment, so down went the bottle and the ice, and up their skirts I went. When an attractive gaffer came knocking at our door about later shoot times, I snatched her up too.

I'd always been an adventurous lover; I considered myself straight, but... I did do a lot of kissing girls. They were so soft and sweet to kiss, who could help themselves? There was something distinctly pavlovian about exposing them and then probing them gently with the phallic tips of my new tentacle arms. I felt each lady twitch and respond independently, their soft petals stroking four brand new pleasure centers, my phallic tentacles, and I was overwhelmed. My own pussy was throbbing.

I've been told I have a wicked imagination... I let instinct take over, lifting them into positions that exposed them even more, and brought their intimate parts to eye level. The scent was intoxicating, like frustration and wild, feminine needm dissatisfaction with their male lovers or absence of pleasure at all. Watching became overwhelming, so I closed my eyes to focus on squeezing their breasts gently, whilst probing, probing, probing at entrances, up and down, slathering over clits, never entering.

Schlick-schlick-slurp-ssss-schlick-slurp-schlick. The sounds of four women's vaginas receiving the foreplay of their lives. Their moaning was growing a little too loud for me to focus, so out came freshly grown arms to steadily, relentlessly slide into their stunned mouths.

"You ladies just tap on my arms if you want me to let you go, leaving you free to struggle and scream if you want." The moaning came down to wanton murmur, and I got to hear how sopping wet they'd all become. I closed my eyes, and just listened to them be pleasurably tortured for a long moment before thrusting my hand down my pants, inserting two fingers inside and masturbating furiously.

The wet smacking and sliding accompanied by being pleasured by their womanly temples made it impossible for me to not already be at my peak, and I came wildly. The tentacles withdrew just a touch, spurting heavy loads of ejaculate on the outside of four trembling flowers. It was more than debauched- they were all ready on their honey alone, but the extra wetness would make it that much more easy to get inside. And there was something to marking them with my come, however it had come to be. But knowing I had come all over their pussies before I entered them really flipped a switch.

I worked each tendril differently according to the individual shape and feel of the woman I was entering, and by whether her moans were hesitant, frustrated or Desperate. Jane was bucking like a wild horse, so I didn't leave her hanging, sliding more in than I had the other ladies. I kept the tentacles slim, going gentle at first... a little deeper, then a little more... but it didn't take long before they were all over-ready.

My co-star liked it rough, so after giving her a nice acceptable girth, I started ramming it inside with her reckless abandon. Kelly was a shuddery girl, so I gave it to her with a wild wriggling, the slippery appendage dancing in her like no human could. She was stammering and drooling in no time. And Iris- what a powerhouse!- kept begging for bigger, more, bigger- I kept the thrusts slow and gentle, but I stopped when she stopped being able to make words- about thrice the girth of a human man- billowing out an indentation in her stomach.

I made sure to check for any tapping, but none of them were tapping out, even after I forced orgasm after orgasm on them. Each lady had two- one for her mouth, and one for her nethers. I'd stretched Jane's mouth and throat to trigger her primal submission, and she screamed in bliss, feeling a massive tentacle slam against her back wall and while drooling all over the one down her throat. Kelly's vulva was the tightest fit, and I just loved just Bathing her in ejaculate, all over her face and breasts, showering her in it as she stammered and laughed gaily. I learned I could control which of the appendages came, and though her velvet vice was the thing milking my new pleasure centers, I could instead, drench her face. Iris was perhaps the most impressive, holding on to her belly as the monster made a massive indentation in her stomach. I thickened the phallus down her throat, and she helplessly spurt all over the tentacle inside her. I picked up the pace in her a little, and her eyes just went back, twitching and convulsing in overwhelm at first, then surrendering to a consecutive orgasm, and maybe a little of her sanity. Jane's moaning had turned pleading, so I did everything I could to wriggle a second tentacle into her, slowing to allow her to adjust to the girth before plowing them in tandem. She practically shrieked.

When Jane tapped the tentacle at her mouth I released her, only to be thrilled with her request. Effortlessly, I brought her orgasm-wracked body before me, shoving her jaw into my slit and riding her skilled tongue-lashing till I was filling each girl- including her- with gallons of ejaculate, ballooning their sweet orifices and feeling it flood out of them in sweet, sinful rivers.