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Schoolteacher Sue has one very extracurricular hobby: in the privacy of her own home, she summons tentacle demons. She loves her hot, raunchy hentai tentacle comics, but the reality is even better. She can’t get enough of her sexy demon and his slick, wet tentacles.

Now, her lusty thoughts have accidentally summoned her tentacle demon while she’s at school. What is she going to do when his tentacles rip her clothes off right there in the classroom?

Warning: this 4.300 word story contains demonic sex, tentacles, breath play, multiple tentacle penetration and a boatload of depraved and dirty tentacle sex. Adults only!

Excerpt:
She felt the edge of the teacher’s desk behind her, and braced herself against it with both hands.

Bathuset just looked her up and down, and his smile twisted into a sneer.

Suddenly, Sue became aware that she had been dressed in nothing but her red lacy bra and panties when he had seen her for the first time. What must he think now, seeing her in her staid teacher’s clothes?

When picking out her teaching clothes, Sue deliberately dressed above her age. Image was everything, and she had seen how students reacted to teachers who tried to court popularity by dressing in jeans and band t-shirts, or short skirts and sheer blouses. So today, like most days at school, she wore a long black skirt, a prim white blouse, low heels, and her hair knotted up behind her head.

Sue touched the top button of her high-necked blouse with two shaking fingers, and began to undo it.

Bathuset’s eyes on her were the cause of her nervousness; she had never been shy, but his stare was all-consuming.

He sniffed at her, and his eyes narrowed into points of flame.

She gasped, and her attention was drawn inexorably toward his groin, where the thick bulge in his dark pants grew larger and kept growing, bulging outwards.

Sue swallowed to ease her dry throat, holding herself up with an effort. Her skin felt hot, her nipples were pebbling up like hard candies, and her mouth was dry. She wondered if he could smell her arousal.

His pants ripped apart along an invisible seam, exposing the bulk of tentacles below his waist. Thick, heavy, purple, they knotted and twisted like a nest of snakes.

And they were still growing, expanding in length and width, engorging at the thick, bulbous ends.

Sue stared, her eyes wide, her hands shaking. She could not have moved if her life depended on it.

One giant tentacle shot toward her.

It was thick and heavy, glistening with moisture, and it coiled around her neck, pressing around her throat.

Sue gasped, feeling the wet heat against her skin. The tentacle constricted, cutting off her air, and she wheezed. The sensation of helplessness was overwhelming. Even as she struggled for air, she could feel wetness soaking through her panties, into her skirt.

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