Ethics in Marine Biology Pt. 03

The story continues where Part 2 ended with our heroine and her boss. Part 1 and 2 aren't required reading, but it will add a LOT of context. This story is best consumed with something vibrating inside you, so good luck and have fun! (Please ignore the change in tense, it's all a work in progress)

Helen and I didn't talk much after she affirmed that yes, bondage was something she'd had experience with. I didn't want to overwhelm her, considering I was going to sound like a crazy person if I told her the truth. The combination of "hey, demons exist," along with, "I was easily overpowered," and, "this is the spot, right here," would make anybody uncomfortable. So I asked her to be patient and promised to explain everything after our shift.

We grabbed some coffee at a crowded cafe, the exact sort of place I knew she'd feel most comfortable. It's not like I'm some huge, intimidating man; I'm a woman 4 inches shorter and 10 years younger than her. But it didn't hurt to be considerate.

As I regaled her with my escapades, starting at the beginning and ending with my agreement with River, her eyebrows bent further and further with incredulity. I didn't include details of the sex we had after, or the sex we had after that, or the sex we had after that. It was clear Helen didn't believe a word I was saying, but she was invested in how intricate the tale was.

"So then the octoperson, River themselves, did they write your reports for you? Are they responsible for all your sloppy documentation?"

I could tell she wasn't taking me seriously. "You asked me to explain everything. This is the truth. How long would it take me to come up with a lie like that?"

"I don't know, maybe that's what you're doing instead of your work. Just writing erotic fiction while you're all alone in the lab."

I don't know why this was bothering me. It's not like I was proud of what I had with River; we were just having fun. Maybe it was the snide look on her face, like she had never believed I was mature enough to be intimate with another person. But I was telling the truth. And she deserved whatever it took for her to see it.

"If I'm lying about everything, whose cum was on the couch, Helen? Huh?"

"Maybe not everything, but certainly the demon part. I still want to meet whatever stud you've brought around; if he's inspiring all these fantasies, he must be a decent lay."

I smiled, already relishing the look she would have on her face when she saw how true that was. "I'm sure they'll be thrilled to meet you. Not that you could give them anything I couldn't. It'll just be nice to have something to compare to, so they can see how good I am for them. I'll bring them around the lab on Friday. Do try to wear something nice, okay?"

"I will wear my best 'I told you so' outfit, and you'll love it."

We both smiled at each other, 100% confident we were in the right. Luckily, the meeting with River would go pretty well for the both of us.

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On Friday, I showed up early to get the room in order. I cleaned off the couch, cleared one of the tables of breakable glassware, and set a fresh case of water bottles in the fridge. I wasn't totally sure how the day would go, but I wanted to be prepared. Some part of me wanted to make sure River could set as good an impression as possible.

My curly chestnut hair was tied into a tight, secure bun, as I had learned was necessary whenever River was around. I was wearing my usual lab coat over a loose beige blouse and a billowy, knee-length skirt. My bra was a little too snug, but it sure did wonders for my tits. The bra and the v-neck in my blouse made me confident that River wouldn't forget about me that quickly. For a fish, they sure did appreciate the human body.

Helen showed up right on the dot, peeking around like my mystery beau might be hiding in a corner. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Her blonde hair hung past her shoulders, partially braided in her usual style. It was the most obvious, "I expect nothing out of this," outfit she could possibly have put on.

"So, where's your paramour? Too shy to meet the hottest boss you've ever had?"

"I used to lifeguard on the beach, so cool your jets. And I wanted them to show up in 10 minutes, just so I could give you another chance to back out. Are you sure you want to see everything I told you about for yourself? And you're not going to scream or fire me or go to the police?"

"If you're telling the truth, I'll be civil. If not, all those options are on the table."

"Fair enough. I did all I could. Now we just have to wait."

After 9 awkward minutes of sitting on opposite ends of the couch, saying very little to each other, a portal opened in the middle of the room. River always emerged from what looked like a whirlpool in the floor, and this time was no different. They smiled at me as they rose, and I turned to see the most satisfying sight of my life: Helen's jaw on the floor.

"River, this is my boss, Helen. Helen, this is River. We've been... entangled for the past two weeks."

River stood right where they were, not wanting to overwhelm Helen. She finally closed her mouth and stared right at them.

"As a scientist, I have a million questions. But as a woman... a million and one. Sorry, I'm being so rude. It's a pleasure to meet you." She stuck out her hand, immediately looking like she regretted not knowing what would come out to shake it.

River smiled and reached all the way over with one of their smaller tentacles, gently taking her fingers and squeezing them. "The pleasure is all mine. Your employee has told me all about her kind and beautiful boss."

Helen shot me a look, finally seeming to be herself again. "You'll have to tell me more about that. I'm not insecure, but the nicest thing she's ever said to me was 'thanks for letting me leave early.'"

At least she's feeling comfortable now. "Is being nice to you in my contract? Somehow, I doubt it. I should be complimenting you on commission."

"We can negotiate that later." Helen turned her attention to River, circling them as they brought out half a dozen tentacles. "I'm more interested in your anatomy. You're fine outside a saltwater environment?"

"Oh yes, I can stay active in air for quite some time. And if I can siphon moisture from a partner..." - my ears burned with embarrassment - "... I can last much longer."

Helen laughed, understanding perfectly. "So you and the intern, you just... got to it? Figured it out on the first go?"

River looked at me for approval, as though finally realizing this might be a sensitive subject. I nodded, despite how red I was. They answered, "Well, it wasn't instantaneous. We both were experimenting, and I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten very far on my own. But it was well worth the investment."

"I see. And you've... perfected the art of interspecies lovemaking? No complaints?" Helen bit her lip, and I could tell her mind was racing. She was trying to imagine all the ways we had made each other feel good.

I had to speak up. I guess I was proud of us, and why shouldn't I be? "Yeah, we've got it down to a science. Not to brag, but I can't imagine a human ever making me feel like River does. It's unreal how much they can touch me. And it's mutual."

River nodded, as though I had complimented their cooking. Helen finally seemed to notice me again, and it looked like her eyes had a spark of respect. But more than that, I saw something I had never seen from her before. Hunger.

She didn't waste any time. "So, River. The intern and I came to an agreement, but it's still up to you. In return for betraying my trust, she offered to let me... partake in whatever you've been giving her. Does that sound alright with you?"

They nodded again, thinking nothing of it. "I would be honored to assist you in the same way. She was correct, you are very beautiful. I'm sure any human male would be happy to be intimate with you."

"You're so right, despite my recent luck. For the safety of everyone's feelings, I want the intern to stay. I'm not a homewrecker, so say the word if you want us to stop."

I nodded, never really having considered that I would be asked to leave. Wait, why hadn't I thought of that? Did I want to watch?

Helen put any other thoughts out of my head when she took her shirt off. She slipped out of her sweatpants too and revealed the most extravagant black lingerie I had ever seen. I probably couldn't have afforded it if I had worked every summer till I graduated. Her surprisingly large tits were pushed together with lace and wire. The clasps underneath them drew a line across her perfectly flat stomach (ha! My abs are better toned) down to a truly labyrinthine web of straps and hooks holding up her panties. Her panties were sheer, displaying for her audience of two exactly what River would be dealing with. Her labia flowered out to each side, pink and glistening with arousal.

"Uh, boss. I thought you didn't believe me. Why are you 100% prepared for this?"

"I didn't believe you, but I hoped for the best. Let's see if dear River here can deliver."

I watched as she sat on the edge of the couch, flipping her hair back and beckoning them over. She took one of the smaller tentacles in her hand and wrapped her lips around it. She looked surprised at how good it tasted, and took a bit more of it in. With the hunger of someone who hadn't held a cock in months, she started facefucking herself with her whole body. She pulled the tentacle down her throat with both hands, pushing her head onto it at the same time. Her pace was relentless, like she was trying to prove how fast she could make them cum. That, or she was just that desperate. When she came up for air a minute later, I saw inch after inch drag out of her. Somehow she had gotten almost a foot of it down her throat, if the spit coating the tentacle was any indicator.

Helen, my employer, smiled up at River, looking for feedback. River finally opened their eyes, and just nodded mutely, clearly overwhelmed. That was enough for her.

"You should be warmed up now. Do I need to blow all of them or do you think you could focus on me now?"

River brought a dozen more tentacles out. "I would love more of that, but I can't have all the fun. May I touch you, Ms. Helen?"

"Oh, I insist. In fact, don't bother asking me for permission again. I'm a big girl, I'll make my wants clear."

River wrapped their tentacles around her arms and legs, lifting her off the couch in one fluid motion and eliciting a little "eep!" from Helen. She pulled against them, suspended horizontally 4 feet off the ground, with desperate lust in her eyes. River left her lingerie on, pulling her panties aside and rubbing two ridged tentacles across her labia. Helen let her head fall back, squeezing her eyes shut in bliss.

Before the main event, River brought Helen's crotch to their face. With a hundred tiny tentacles, River noisily ate her out. Their tentacles rubbed over every inch of her, pulling her lips apart, circling her clit, and pushing a few inches inside her. Helen let out choppy moans, surprised at each new exploration of her genitals. She opened her eyes for a second and I caught her gaze, seeing a woman in complete bliss. She smiled at me, as though understanding my actions completely. Maybe she'd be swearing off human partners by the end of this.

And then River made an excellent argument in their favor. Their largest tentacle began to press against her clit and vibrate. The pressure and motion took her by surprise, and she lasted all of 10 seconds after that. Helen's back arched and she began violently squirting all over River's face. With each spasm, a geyser of girlcum shot past their tentacles and went literally everywhere. It was covering River's robes, face, tentacles... a growing puddle was forming underneath her shaking body. I had no idea a woman could hold that much liquid, let alone release it after an orgasm.

River held her in place, slowing their pace and she came down from her climax. Helen panted with exhaustion, seeming like she had finished a marathon and would never run again. She reached out to River, and they lifted her right side up so the two were face to face. She planted a loving, wet kiss right between their eyes, drunk with pleasure.

"That was truly amazing. It's been so long since I've squirted like that. I used to do that every night in college, but not so much any more. Guess I just needed to find the right demon. Can you put me down now? I want to return the favor."

River set her gently on the couch, and Helen got her bearings. She grabbed a pair of tentacles and pulled River close to her, getting as many rubbing all over her body as she could. Just when I was wishing I had something to do but watch them, she turned towards me with a devilish smile.

"River, darling? I have all the talent in the world, but I don't know you best. Would you mind if I asked our third wheel to help us out?"

"Not at all, Helen. She knows my body better than I know I do."

She pulled them, tentacles and all, over to my side of the couch. She grabbed the largest tentacle she could find, kissed its tip and placed it on my lips. "Well? Show me how it's done, intern."

I couldn't say no to that. I DID know River better than she did, and it was frustrating not having anything to do. So against every standard of professional etiquette, I did my best to swallow a massive tentacle just inches away from my boss.

It was probably the largest one I had put in my mouth, but that didn't stop me. I couldn't compete with Helen for depth, since I was but a human woman with a very real gag reflex. What I could do was use the pressure of this enormous tentacle in my mouth to press my tongue against every side of it, circling and sucking like I had something to prove. To whom, I didn't care. I took every drop of precum on my tongue, swallowing and coaxing more out by the second. I pushed the tentacle back as far as it would go, then pulled it back out just as vigorously. I would have done that until completion if Helen hadn't tapped me on the shoulder.

"I think I have the jist. Mind if I take over?" she said with a smirk. I had forgotten she was even there, with how much I enjoyed giving head. She took the tentacle from me and gave it a sensual lick, trying to reclaim it for herself. She gave me a knowing smile.

"You should keep doing that, though. It might be helpful if you're warmed up."

I looked down to see that my hand had snuck up my skirt while I was sucking the tentacle. I had been touching myself the whole time, purely by habit. I turned beet red, but Helen's attention was already elsewhere. So I quietly kept going, circling my clit and dipping a couple fingers inside me with the other hand. I'd be damned if I was the only one not getting off.

Helen was making good progress, now that she knew the technique. Her eyes were almost crossed as she made River's tentacle fit, sucking it like it had the last drop of water on earth. She was using both hands to pump the length of it, but there was plenty of ground to cover. River was squirming with pleasure, clearing hanging on her every squeeze. Eventually, it became clear that Helen's efforts weren't going to be quite enough. She turned to me, desperate.

"I think River's too polite to say anything, but we need a little extra. And I need their cum. Can you help a girl out?

Without hesitation, I squeezed my body next to hers and got to work. We both slid our lips up and down the tentacle, holding it farther down and pumping in unison. We only needed one hand each, so it was easy enough to touch ourselves. River wrapped more tentacles around our bodies until we were pushed against each other, Helen in her underwear and me still fully clothed.

We took turns with the tip in our mouths, and I saw the look on Helen's face. She was drunk on precum, with a glaze over her eyes like she was acting on pure instinct. If that was true, she was born with the best instincts a partner could ask for. I wondered if that's what I looked like with a tentacle down my throat. When it was my turn again, I forgot everything except the rod between my lips. It tasted delicious and filled me to the brim.

River started bucking their lower body and I told Helen they were about to cum. "Cum on my face, River, please! I need your cum!" she moaned. She and I put four hands on the tentacle and guided it to the tip of her nose. It jerked one last time.

The tentacle blasted hot, white cum all over Helen's gorgeous face. Her forehead was drenched, then her cheeks, then her lips, and finally her eyes were glazed and glued shut. River kept cumming, so I guided the tentacle to her tits. After a few powerful spurts, they were dripping as well. Her perfectly supported breasts were contoured by the flow of cum; practical rivers flowed down to her stomach and began falling on the floor. Did they cum that hard last time we fucked?

Now that I wasn't touching myself, I was coherent enough to realize that Helen's face was still hidden under a gallon of cum. I got up to grab some tissues, but River stopped me. They looked at me, quizzically.

"Do you not normally clean up my cum yourself? I'm sure Helen would appreciate your help, in this intimate manner."

"Well, I don't..." That might be crossing a line. But as I looked back at my boss, she was nodding her cum-covered head yes. And that was enough for me.

I stepped over Helen, looking down at the ruin River had made of her. It made sense to start with her eyes so she could open them, but that would be too easy. As soon as she could see and speak, she might start ordering me around again. So I took the scenic route. I started with her legs, on which a couple drops had found their way. I gently licked up the cum that tasted so good, that made my cheeks hot and my legs open. I slid my tongue up her stomach, replacing lines of cum with lines of spit. When I got to her tits, I kissed the tops of them clean and dabbed the parts still covered in fabric. And then I got real close to her neck, so she could feel my breath on her tiny hairs.

If she had her full faculties, I never would have had the courage to harass her like this. But she didn't, and I could. So I dragged my tongue up her neck, circling around from ear to ear. Because I was going collarbone to chin, cum kept dripping down and I had to repeatedly backtrack. But from the goosebumps on her skin, I could tell she didn't mind. I finally got to her chin and lapped up the cum on her face. I cleaned every part but her eyes and lips, saving the best for last. I held her head in my hands and slowly, gently kissed her, pressing my lips to hers with still-steaming cum between us. As I savored the taste of her lips and River's cum, I felt a shudder emanate from her to me, pulsing again and again in short bursts. Did she just cum from a kiss?

She tried to follow me as I pulled away, and only then did I notice she had resumed touching herself while I wasn't watching. My kiss must have pushed her over the edge. I licked her eyes clean, satisfied that I'd had my fun with her. I planted a final kiss on her forehead and stepped away while she came down from her second orgasm.

Helen opened her eyes, slowly and dreamily. She had that glazed look again, like she could have been dreaming and never wanted to wake up. Since she remained like that, I turned to River and took off my blouse.

"She might be a while. But I haven't cum once, so it's my turn. You're good to go, right?"

"Always, my dear. You certainly put on a show. How would you like me?"

"Hard and fast. And I don't want to touch a single thing but you."

River snaked a dozen of their tentacles around my ankles, moving upwards in unison. I felt every bump rubbing against my skin, pushing up my skirt and lifting my arms. The sensation overwhelmed my senses; I didn't notice I was horizontal until I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling. River pulled my panties off and they went away soaked, betraying my pent-up desires. I looked into their eyes, grabbed the closest tentacles, and bit my lip as they thrust one inside me. I wasn't going to cum just from that, but I knew I wouldn't last long either.

River's pace wasn't frantic, but they could tell I was desperate. They thrust their tentacle deeper and deeper inside me, pressing a smaller one against my asshole as the larger filled me up. I was wet enough that it was dripping onto my ass, and the second tentacle slid in and out with ease. I couldn't even consider holding my voice in, despite how close my direct supervisor was. I moaned in time with River's movement, getting louder and louder as my orgasm approached.

Helen, however, had emerged from her funk. I was still ogling the ceiling as my back was blown out, but I heard her plead with them.

"River, she's in absolute bliss. And I can't wait anymore. Can you fuck me too?"

River, not stopping for an instant, turned me vertical so I could look at them.

"Is that alright with you?"

I didn't care. Nothing mattered. I just wanted to cum.

"Just- don't- stop- fucking- me-"

River nodded and swept Helen off her feet again. Without appearing to think anything of it, they pushed Helen up against me so we were face to face, wrapped in writhing tentacles. The indulgent look on Helen's face told me she was being slowly penetrated as well, and after a few careful thrusts she was matching my pace. We both bounced, tits pressed against each other, up and down on squirming tentacles. My thinking was anything but straight, so what I did next just made sense.

I let go of the tentacles I was using to anchor myself and grabbed Helen's face, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She didn't hesitate to kiss me back, pushing her tongue in my mouth like it was her own little tentacle. She tasted so good, like strawberries and woman and tentacle and cum. So much cum. That might not have been all her, though, since every so often tentacles snuck in between our lips and we kissed them too.

Egged on by our obvious enjoyment, River picked up their pace. They let some of the tentacles that were supporting us fall slack and pushed two enormous ones inside our asses. Helen screamed into my mouth when it entered her ass, but that scream turned to a strained moan in no time. Now we were resting almost entirely on spearing tentacles, with River using our body weight to fuck us. By the trembling in their tentacles, it was clear they were getting close.

I pulled back from Helen, fingers in her hair and staring into her eyes. We held each other's gaze, not as manager and employee, but as two women brought to the brink of euphoria. I knew nobody had ever looked as beautiful as she did at that moment, so I told her that. And she managed to smile through the gasps she couldn't keep in. I looked around her head to meet River's eyes.

"We- need- your- cum- NOW!!!"

River didn't keep us waiting. They wrapped every tentacle that wasn't inside us around our waists, squeezing us together and driving us down hard. The tentacles fucking us had grown almost double in size, cum making its way up thrust by thrust. As I looked at Helen one last time and pressed my lips to hers, River exploded inside us.

A torrent of hot, white cum blasted deep inside the two of us, instantly overflowing and spilling down our legs. It pushed deeper inside with each spurt, making my stomach ache with the pressure. I could feel every bump and ridge on both tentacles slide around inside me, lubricated by the cum flowing past my pussy and asshole. The sensation was enough to finally push me over the edge. I was joined by Helen a second later, and she squirted nearly as much as River came. I knew her insides were squeezing her tentacles just as much as mine were. Helen and I parted our lips just enough to moan into each other's mouths, and as soon as we could, we started making out again. I knew I would do whatever it took to keep this feeling going.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, River deposited us on the couch, gently removing their tentacles from under us. We were still stuffed full of tentacle, so they slowly, gently slid out of us, eliciting aftershocks of our orgasms that made me whimper and hold Helen close. The four tentacles slipped out with a gasp, and little rivers of cum followed right after. Without thinking, I pushed gently on Helen's abs and more cum burst out of her. She looked at me, half annoyed, before a devious smile appeared on her face.

She held me in place on the couch, sliding down to her knees, and latched her lips onto my pussy. I was still coming down from my orgasm, so I gasped in pleasure and grabbed fistfuls of her blonde hair. She dutifully licked my clit and lapped up cum as it leaked out of me. She alternated when I was getting overwhelmed, always keeping me just shy of losing control. When the flow of cum ran dry, she stuck her tongue inside me and coaxed the last few drops out. And then she switched to my asshole. Nobody had ever given me a rimjob before, let alone another woman. I wanted to push her away, but she was surprisingly eager. Her tongue poked into my ass with unnatural ease, like River had opened me up and I'd never be the same again. Maybe it was just the gallon of cum they had deposited in my stomach.

Helen came up for air, satisfied that I was cleaned out. Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks still had cum on them, but she was as beautiful as ever. She smiled like the morning sun, proud of herself beyond measure. How did I ever land this job? Once I collected myself enough to sit up, she spoke.

"I think River might be spent. By my count, that was... 83 orgasms? Give or take."

River stood by the couch, looking a little sweaty but no worse for wear.

"I'm quite alright to continue, Helen. Your desire to consume my cum is quite erotic on its own, so I'm more than warmed up."

"Yeah, that's kind of the idea, River."

Helen turned to me, chuckling at our partner's innocence. She laid down on the couch next to me and whispered in my ear.

"I know they just came, but I want to see how far we can take this. The two of us should be able to blow their mind. Any suggestions?"

I couldn't help but smile at the idea. I whispered my plan into her ear, and she giggled in agreement. I jumped off the couch, grabbed a tentacle and led River to the table I cleared off. They stood next to it while Helen and I sat on top, legs spread and labia touching like we were about to scissor. Wait, scratch my first plan. This was a great idea.

Instead of getting right to it, I began to rub my lips against Helen's with gentle, shallow strokes. She followed suit, but we quickly realized we weren't wet enough. I turned to River and gave them the most desperate face I could make.

"River, can we please have some help? It's been such a long day, we're not wet enough."

They smiled and brought almost a hundred tiny tentacles out, each dripping a little bead of precum. They ran them all over the spot where we met and our gentle motions were suddenly loud and slippery. It felt surprisingly good, despite how much we'd been fucking and how awkward a position it was. I felt like I could drift away, clit pulsing with Helen's heartbeat until I had a tender and intimate climax. But that's not why we were here. I locked eyes with Helen and we both looked at River.

River, for one, didn't know where to look. They kept alternating between the two of us, staring into our souls like they might feel our pleasure just by sight. I saw the opportunity immediately, and called out to them when they were looking at Helen.

"River, darling. Look at me. I wanted this to be you. Helen thought you needed a break, but I know you can keep going."

Helen, luckily, understood what I was going for. She chimed in.

"River, she's lying. I just wanted one more round with your big, burly tentacles, but she wants to keep you all to herself. She's just doing this to distract me."

River's eyes darted between the two of us, seemingly overwhelmed. I didn't let up.

"River, I NEED you inside me. I want you so bad. I can't live without your tentacles."

"No, River, I need you. She wouldn't last as long as I would. You've gotten what you can get out of her, I have so much more to teach you. Please, come here and fuck me."

"River, I'm the one who found you. We're perfect for each other, remember? I made you feel so good before you even knew you could. Can't you make me feel good too?"

As we pretended to vie for attention, we kept pressing our pussies together. Helen's clit was harder than mine, but it was also hidden under a larger hood. Whenever I managed to get underneath it, she gasped and her legs trembled. If the waves coursing through my skin, muscles, and soul were any indication, she had found a similar weakness in me.

River looked, for once, desperate to join in. I had never seen them so hungry; the tentacles outside their robes were making little thrusts in the air, completely on their own. As we begged and pleaded for them, they finally spoke up.

"Um, ladies. May I... please... join you? I can't seem to think of anything else. Not a thing comes to mind but experiencing this pleasure with you two."

I smiled innocently, and Helen just laughed. This had been my plan all along.

"Well, if you really need to. I suppose we could make some room."

I pulled an inch away from Helen so that you could only fit a finger in between our labia. We lifted our butts just enough to get tentacles underneath us, and River figured out the intent. They slipped a bundle of three tentacles underneath us and between our pussies so that we were wrapped around them. It was a tight fit, but we were still sopping wet. After as much fun as Helen and I were having, nobody could say whose moisture that was.

We began lifting our asses in unison, finding a rhythm that stroked the tentacles up and down under constant pressure. It felt just as good as before, and I wondered if Helen or I wouldn't last long enough to make River cum. River was making a pained face that I knew from experience was good. It wouldn't be much longer now.

But after everything we'd been up to, I was starting to lose steam. The table was hard and cold, and Helen didn't seem to be faring much better. It was easy enough to bounce on a dick inside you; at least there was something keeping you in place. Even the insane pleasure I was feeling through the tentacles rubbing my clit might not keep me going.

Just in time, River took charge. Whether they noticed our slowing pace or couldn't wait for anybody else, I'll never know. But they brought a hundred more tentacles out and encircled our naked bodies. Helen and I were lifted up, supported on all sides by writhing, powerful tentacles, a couple even supporting our heads like pillows. I was groped on all sides, pinched and caressed by uncountable tendrils. It didn't even look like River was aware of what they were doing; It was all instinct now. They lifted us a few feet higher and then held us in place as they thrust their pillar of tentacles up and down.

Helen yelped in pleasure, focussing entirely on her own pleasure as River did all the work. I would have joined her but for the two tentacles vying for space inside my mouth. They wormed their way in, fighting each other to reach the back of my throat. With River supporting me, I had my hands free to help them out. I pushed them farther and farther in, my mouth stretched impossibly wide by their sheer girth.

River's pace picked up and Helen grabbed two tentacles, half to keep participating in some way and half just to have something to hold onto. She jerked them off like her life depended on it, their tips leaking precum all over her. I slid my tongue between the two in my mouth, and River looked like they were rapidly approaching a climax. By my count, the two of us had seven tentacles in our control, which might be a new record. I hoped we weren't setting an impossible precedent.

Without realizing it, I had gotten halfway to another orgasm as well. The sensation of being wrapped in tentacles, tits still pressed together by my bra, mouth fully packed by wriggling tentacles, and the fattest rod in the world rubbing against my clit, all while I watched a gorgeous woman experience the same pleasure across from me... it was inevitable. I rode the wave of my cum through its peak, moaning and shaking as Helen joined me. The sound of us made River finally cum. And cum they did.

Through my pinched eyelids and the haze of my second orgasm, I saw a fountain of cum erupt in front of me. Gallons of white, hot cum spurted from the three tentacles between us, very nearly hitting the ceiling before it fell down all around us. Helen and I were coated head to toe, stream after stream painting our skin alabaster and warming us to the bone. After a couple bursts from the central tentacles, the ones in my mouth and in Helen's hands exploded as well. She was hit on both cheeks; she squinted her eyes shut and smiled like she had done all the work herself. My tentacles got maybe two spurts out before my mouth overflowed. Cum spurted past my lips as I jerked them off, trying to get every last drop down my throat.

After what felt like a full minute, the tentacles stopped cumming. They laid along our body, sitting in pools of cum along our sweaty, heaving muscles. I swallowed enough cum to keep me full for a week, and brought my eyes down to look at Helen. I vaguely remembered she was my manager; the person who hired me and told me what to do. That memory was a thousand years away as I looked at the beautiful, cum-soaked, dead-tired, powerful woman in front of me. She was licking her tentacles clean while looking into the middle distance, as though she had built up the habit over years of sluttery. River had taken a couple steps back to sit on the couch, clearly spent by the ordeal.

Helen and I sat like that for a while, two stuffed meatballs on a plate of spaghetti. I wondered if River had any coworkers they could introduce me to. If it went anything like meeting mine, I wouldn't complain. They pulled some water bottles out of the fridge that Helen and I downed easily. We might have stayed like that forever if Helen's phone hadn't gone off, somewhere deep in her discarded clothes. River politely handed it to her with one of their cleaner tentacles, and she lazily answered it. When she heard who it was, she bolted up.

"I'm SO sorry, we've been so busy. I know it was due today, we're working on- yes, I'm at the lab right n- yes sir, it'll be on your desk before the day ends. No, I'll check everything before it goes out. Yes, I understand our funding situation."

She said a quick goodbye and ended the call. She looked at me with a panic in her eyes.

"Our grant proposal was due today. The one we need to submit if we want to be paid past next week."

"Oh shit, that was today? How much more do we need to do on that?"

"Like... four hours worth? And I promised the curator that we'd be done in three."

Helen wriggled her way out of the pile of tentacles and sat right at her computer. She started typing away, still dripping cum and naked as the day she was born. I was... not quite satisfied, and I didn't want to kick River out so abruptly.

"Hey boss... how about River helps with our work? It'll be much easier with three people instead of two."

Helen waved her hand, clearly already in the zone. "Whatever, we just have to get started."

I smiled at River and slipped off the table, going over to whisper in their ear. They nodded and heaved themself off the couch. I sat at my own computer, wiggling my ass just a bit over the edge of my stool. I plugged in my credentials and got plugged in turn.

With a gentle push and no warning, River inserted a tentacle into Helen's ass. She gasped and squeezed her legs together, her body more ready than she was. She grabbed onto the desk for balance, completely forgetting the sentence she had been typing.

"We- really- have- to- finish- this-" she moaned between thrusts. River continued fucking her, squeezing one of her tits from behind and wrapping a tentacle up her leg.

"And we will," I replied. "But why not enjoy ourselves while we work?" River pushed a tentacle into my mouth, putting the perfect conclusion on my argument. I pushed my lips across it while staring into Helen's eyes. She looked convinced.

"I'm- so- glad- I- hired- you-" she panted, returning to her keyboard as she tried to keep her eyes focussed on the screen. River kindly wiped cum off her body and held it up to her to swallow, which was probably the only cleaning she'd be doing for a while. River kept cumming on our faces every five minutes anyway, so it was a losing battle.

It was 2 pm, and Helen had promised the document at 5. The two of us, exhausted, sore, and stuffed till we leaked, sent it out at 9.

Thanks for reading! This is probably where the story will end, at least until I come up with another demon to write about. I'll definitely keep writing something, but the next setting will be more grounded in reality. So stay tuned!