Probe Me

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. “You like that?” I asked, needing him to say yes. Needing him to need me. To want me. “Yes, baby,” he breathed. “God yes.” As he moved, his groans getting louder and louder, I dropped my hand to my thigh and ran it up to my underwear. I pulled them aside and sunk a finger in with a smack. I was so juicy, practically coming just from sucking on him. "Keep sucking it," he groaned. "Make Daddy come, baby. Make me come!" I pulled back when his jerks became frenzied, partly because he came a little too close to accidentally clocking me in the eye, partly because my pussy was so damn wet and I just wanted him inside me. He let out a protest. "No...don't stop!" "Oh we ain’t done," I winked. I hiked up my skirt. "You're about to put that prick in my pussy." He gave me a dopey grin and I turned and laid out over the edge of the desk, bottom in the air. I let out a strangled moan as I felt him step up behind me, the head of him teasing the lips of my pussy.

"Oh yeah," I sighed as his wood parted my lips and slammed inside, filling me all the way up. The sounds of our flesh slapping set me on fire. Boy, I started making all kinds of noises, especially when he took a handful of hair and started using it like reins, tugging as he slammed me with his cock. With him inside me, I forgot all about Roy grabbing my behind, seeing the way my hubby gazed at the new girl—I forgot about everything. "Don't stop!" I moaned. "Don’t-" "Um, Billy Ray?" I whipped my head around. God in heaven…it was that bitch Mandi, seeing me in all my glory. I let out a squeal as I pulled from Billy Ray, my face blushing something awful. But Mandi wasn't shamed a lick. Hell, she even seemed...turned on by it. Her chest was heaving up and down and she had this cheshire grin on her fire engine red lips. Combined with her oversized breasts, dirty blonde hair, she looked like something out of a porno. Billy Ray was the first to speak. "M-Mandi-" She let out a bubblegum giggle. "Don't be ‘shamed! I mean-" She stepped inside the office and pulled the door closed. "If y’all are open to it, maybe I could even join in." "Hell no," I said, not missing a beat. I grinned at Billy Ray, hearing the ‘Hell’ from him too before I realized that the second word of his answer began with a y and ended with an s. His eyes went wide as he reached for me, realizing his mistake. "Charlotte-" "You son of a bitch!" I said acidly. I mean I'd done some experimenting, but that was before I'd stood in front of our friends and family and god and said I do. I snatched from his grip and Mandi wisely moved out of my way. "You two fucking deserve each other." I moved through the blur of tears, pushing out the back door into the cold midnight chill. It should have been a shock to the system, but I was numb. Empty. I fumbled with my cigarettes, my fingers rattling something fierce as I flicked the bic and inhaled, trying to keep it together. "Are you alright, Miss?" I let out a squeal as a man stepped out of the shadows. "Son of a bitch!" I let out a sigh of relief when I saw it was a customer from earlier, one dressed all in black like he was headed to a funeral but with the most beautiful gray eyes. I don't know why but he made me think of my Great Uncle Frank with his snazzy suit and fedora, always talking strange like and reminiscing about the good ole days. It was probably the ease of the way the guy moved as he puffed a cigarette of his own. He was suave. Smooth. "A girl like you is far too pretty to be so sad," he said gently. I swiped at my eyes. "That's sweet."

"Boyfriend?" "Husband," I grunted. I blew out a plume of smoke, suddenly real eager to tell somebody my sob story. "I'm a helluva good wife, sir. I cook, I clean, I let him do some real unsavory things to my body." My cheeks blushed at the last bit and I kept going, trying to cover my overshare. "He don't appreciate it. He don't appreciate me." I let out a sigh as I leaned back on the wall, the wind picking up my golden hair and making it whip around my face like a cyclone. I stared up at the sky. "You know, some days I wish someone would just carry me away from all this. Somewhere far away. Treat me the way a woman should be treated." A chill ripped across me and my eyes fell back to the stranger, noting the strange way he was staring at me. The man's eyes glittered like diamonds. "You mean that? If someone offered you a chance to be pampered, pleasured, you’d accept?" "Fuck yes," I let out a bitter chuckle. "Excuse my French." I furrowed my brow as the man moved toward me. There was something predatory in the way he glided, the way he gazed, like he could see right through my uniform, see right to the heart of me. My heart began to race and I went to move. I gasped. My whole body was frozen. I was telling it to get the hell outta dodge, to knee this guy, or at least call for help, but I just stood there as he pressed my body back on the wall. My lips trembled as I saw that his eyes seemed to enlarge, taking up half his face. As he smiled, his teeth sharpened into razors and stuff began to shoot from his fingers. The first thing that came to mind was snakes, but as they came closer, I saw they were closer to tentacles with their multicolors and quivering suckers. I opened my mouth to scream and they shot down my throat, choking me. The pain was overwhelming. More than my first time in the back of Woody Rhodes popped my cherry in the back of his F-150. More than anything I’d ever experienced, gasping, earth shattering agony. "Shh," he cooed, his voice so far away, like wisps of sound drifting on the wind. My eyes closed, but I still heard his words before I sunk into unconsciousness. "It only hurts the first time. When you wake up, you'll get your wish. You'll be somewhere, far, far away where your only purpose will be to sit back and relax as we show you pleasures you’ve only dreamed of." **** I blinked my eyes real rapid like as I came to. I'm not sure what I expected considering the last thing I’d seen was a pair of squid legs coming at me, but I was pleasantly surprised when I wasn't bound and gagged in some freak's basement. The room was so familiar, with its plush sofas and walls lined with smiling happy people. Bright paint made it impossible for me to not feel the warmth of the hues down to my bones. I couldn’t help but smile and relax, in spite of myself. "Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm, I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm."

I cocked a glance at the speakers on the side wall. Sean Paul? I hadn't heard that song in forever. All these questions coursed through me. Like, why was I strapped in an examination chair? How had I gotten from the alley to the doctor’s office? I was suddenly a little more than concerned that I had no idea how I’d arrived at my final destination, still wearing my Greasy Spoon uniform no less. The door swung open and I felt like I was thirteen again. Dr. Marks breezed into the room and I started stammering and turning all the colors of the rainbow. I mean, he's a doctor, but he looks like something out of Grey's Anatomy. I'm talking thick, wavy hair and strong features that made me real aware of myself. As he stepped closer, flashing me a Colgate smile, gooseflesh popped up all over. “Dr. Marks?” "How are you doing today, Charlotte?" "F-fine," I said, shooting him coy glances. "Well, that's a lie." I rubbed my arms, trying to quell the chill that came over me. "I'm still trying to figure out how I got here." He frowned. "I'm assuming Charlene drove you." I glanced up at him, dread sinking in. Something wasn't right. I mean, first off, I hadn't spoken to Mama since we had a falling out over two weeks ago. And then there was the whole explaining how I went from dying as some guy violated me with tentacles to lounging at the doctor's office. It didn't add up. It didn't make sense. My voice was hoarse. "What's going on here, Dr. Marks?" "Just relax," he said smoothly. I gasped when he snapped his fingers and bars jutted out from the table, securing my wrists, waist and ankles. I fought against the binds. "What the hell is going on here?!" He walked to my side, his handsome face leaning in toward mine. There was something odd about him. I could have sworn that Dr. Marks had laugh lines or crow’s feet or whatever along his blue eyes. Trust me, he was the first guy I flicked my bean to, I knew every blessed inch of his face. But his face was pristine now. And when he leaned in to kiss me, his lips were cold. Metallic. "5X2!" A voice boomed at the door. "You were not to touch the girl." Dr. Marks snapped to attention. I peered in the direction of the interruption, but it had to be wrong. My sight was deceiving me or I must have still been loopy from the attack. It couldn’t be…it just couldn’t! A man, no, a thing, stood in the doorway. His neck was impossibly long, stretched out like a giraffe’s. His arms were just as lengthy, and his body was unearthly pale. Not pale like he

needed a tan…pale like all the life had been drained from him. I whimpered as I looked into his face. It seemed normal enough except for the oversized eyes and mouth, but there was something about it that was unsettling. Otherwordly. He was dressed in a metallic cloak that glittered as he breezed closer. "You are dismissed,” he said not, even taking note of Dr. Marks. His eyes were locked on me and I realized that I knew him. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph—it was the customer from the diner, the one that attacked me. When Dr. Marks turned to go, I screamed in horror. The whole back of his body looked like the insides of a car, equipment whirring and turning. He wasn't Dr. Marks. He wasn't even human. I fought with renewed vigor. "Help! Somebody help me!" The thing didn't even flinch. He just calmly walked to my bedside and gave me what I assumed should have been a smile if it wasn't for the razor sharp teeth. "I am Ori." "Help...HELP!" "You are Charlotte Madeline Rivers, born May 15, 1993 to Charlene Joy McCaw. Father unknown." I stopped screeching. "H-how? How do you-" "You are unhappily married to Billy Ray Rivers. You wished for someone to liberate you from a life of mediocrity." He folded his arms at the elbows, one over the other like a genie. “Your wish is my command.” His eyes gleamed. “That is the saying, correct?” He didn’t wait for me to respond. “I have brought you on board to become a part of our collective. In exchange for minor experimentations from time to time, we will show you pleasures you never knew existed.” My lip trembled. "Are you an...alien?" The thing's eyes narrowed. "Humans incorrectly label objects outside their understanding as alien. Explaining what I am is outside of your realm of intelligence, Charlotte Rivers, so for your purposes, yes, I am as you would say, an alien." "Oh sweet Jesus," I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. This had to be a dream. It just had to be! "You're gonna kill me, right? Dissect me?" "Was your hearing damaged during the transport, Charlotte Rivers? I have stated my intentions quite clearly." He held out his hand and I watched as his fingers stretched long and the skin sloughed off and became pinkish purple tentacles. They curled and shuddered as they ran over my body. I expected to scream, to be disgusted, but it actually felt kinda nice. Like a million fingers massaging my weary nerves. My nipples swelled when the tentacles wrapped around my buttons and crushed them, leaving only the sticky polyester of my uniform.

Ori’s voice was so soft, soothing. "Permit me to touch you, Charlotte Rivers." I knew I should say no...I was a married woman. Hell, I should have been freaking the fuck out instead of getting sopping wet as the tentacles roamed over my body, skating over the slit of my pussy. But I couldn't. Every ounce of me screamed yes and I said it, quiet at first. "I-I don’t know." He stepped closer. “I can feel the pheromones coming off of you in waves, Charlotte Rivers. Your body desires my touch greatly.” His teeth elongated and his eyes glowed but how could I be weirded out or terrified when my whole body exploded with sensation? Tentacles wrapped around each of my breasts, squeezing them as they spiraled around my flesh. But it paled in comparison to the feel of the tip of each that zeroed on my nipples, tugging and flicking my peaks until each stood at rapt attention. "Yes," I whispered louder, tossing my head back and forth. "Yes!" A multicolored limb shot out and pried my thighs open. It swirled in my juices, teasing my slit. "Fuck me," I begged. "Please fuck me!" I shrieked when the arm lashed back, like it was gonna strike me and let out a roar of agony when it tunneled between my thighs, impaling me. The pain was a searing hot thing that brought tears to my eyes. I blinked through them, staring up at Ori, pleading. If this was the cost of the pleasure, it was too high. "P-Please. No more…no more!" He let out a chuckle that struck me like lightning as his tentacle bore deeper inside me. "The vagina can stretch extensive lengths in comparison to its natural size to accommodate childbirth. Surely you can handle one appendage." He murmured something in some weird mumbling language and tongue clicks and the tentacle engorged, stretching my hole until I cried out. "It's too tight!" I sobbed. "It's too tight! It’s too-”My words were cut off as a new tentacle whipped from Ori’s body and shot into my mouth, choking out my protests. He was gagging me. His voice ran over me like a river as he stepped closer. "Relax, Charlotte Rivers. Listen to my voice and put aside your fears.” Put aside my fears? How was that possible with my mouth and my pussy plugged so tight that I saw stars? “Relax,” Ori repeated. “Relax, Charlotte Rivers--and listen to your body." I sniffled, a wave of euphoria setting on me as I tried to relax and not think about the impossible nature of this whole encounter. I felt my pussy clamping, sucking the tentacle as my juices began to flow, accommodating the extraterrestrial bulge that was moving inside me.

Once I gave into the pleasure, it was an out of body experience. Not like the time Milly Cates and I smoked pot afterschool at Roy Jenkins', but like, literally out of my body. I felt light, the sensations as soft as a whisper as I drifted above, taking it all in. I watched the scene, but not in horror. The alien's tentacles were funneling in and out of me and I stared as I began squirming, thrusting my pelvis high, needing him, it, whatever to keep doing what it was he was doing. When one of the suckers began toying with my clit, I inhaled and I sunk back into my bones like a ton of bricks and let out a guttural moan. I sounded like a bitch in heat. Needing...wanting it so bad that it hurt. "You are close to climax, Charlotte Rivers," the alien boomed beside me. "You will climax for me now." The tentacles wrapped around my breasts pumped with a renewed vigor and the scaly lengths flicked my nipples back and forth. That coupled with my alien dildo and not coming wasn't an option. I threw my head back, the intensity of multiple orgasms robbing me of the ability to speak. So I moaned. And screamed. And cursed. I always laughed at the women in porno vids, their overly dramatic mewls seeming so artificial. But I was clawing the walls, saying things like, "Don't stop fucking my cunt. Don't you dare stop...fuck me. Fuck me!" Even as my body convulsed, my pussy clamping as I came hard, I felt like I could go for several more hours. Whatever the alien had done to me, whatever he awakened, it was insatiable. As my breathing returned to normal, the tentacles ejected, whipping and coiling til they returned to normalish looking fingers. My golden hair stuck to my forehead and the nape of my neck as I blushed, suddenly real aware that I wasn't in Kansas anymore and my tits and bush were out in the open. Ori gave another one of those creepy shark smiles. "You need not be afraid, Charlotte Rivers. No harm will come to you whilst you are in my care. You've been given a great gift." I gulped. A g-gift?" He inclined his head. "You will become a Chosen. You'll get to see the galaxy, witness pleasures you've never-" "Chosen?" I repeated, still high from the orgasm, still trying to take it all in. "Chosen for what?" "Your purpose is pleasure,” Ori answered promptly. “As a Chosen, you will service my kind and any other beings we deem necessary." “Service?” I gasped. “Like a whore?” “You will receive no monetary compensation if that is what you are referring to, Charlotte Rivers. But, your rewards will be bountiful in pleasure and experiences.”

Hold the phone. My head swam and I felt dizzy. I’d never even been on a plane before and some alien was telling me I was gonna see the galaxy? Me? Charlotte Rivers, a waitress at the Greasy Spoon Diner? “What if I don’t want to? What if I say no?” Ori tilted his head. “You did not mean what you said in the alley? That you’d give anything to get away?” “Not literally!” I shrieked, feeling tears cloud my vision. “Interesting,” Ori said quietly. “Apparently that is a common human practice—to say one thing and mean another.” He turned, moving to the door. “Wait!” I said, pulling at my binds to no avail. “What are you doing? You can’t just leave me here! You have to take me home!” He kept his back to me. “I’m afraid that is impossible, Charlotte Rivers. Even if I were to return you to Earth, we are many light years from your home planet.” “I-I don’t understand.” “A return trip to earth would take many of your years.” “How many?” “40. At minimum.” I gasped. “No. You’re wrong.” I banged my wrists until they screamed in pain. “Take me home…take me home right now!” Ori typed something on a console near the door and it slid open. I looked around in horror as the room changed before my eyes, transforming from Dr. Marks’ office to a cold, white, sterile hub like something out of a sci-fi movie. “You are home, Charlotte Rivers.” ###

About Audri

Audri likes lollipops, sex, and older men. Freud would probably say she has a daddy complex, but whatevs. When she’s not cramming for a test (or cramming something in her mouth), Audri is typing up flights of taboo fancy. Connect with her online at audriheartssmut.blogspot.com.