He decides to write a short story

Charles sat before the monitor. With the guests gone, he decided to sit and submerge himself in his work – writing stories. But after few tries, he noticed that he didn’t have a mind for writing his work – not after all the **** and sex, so he decided to write something for fun. With Brooke fresh in his mind, he started typing,

A middle-aged good-looking brunette was walking back to her cousin’s home. She was wearing an evening dress-

Brooke sat in the garden of her cousin, behind her back that big flower of hers. She had goosebumps from the cold night air, but she didn’t care – her cousin’s new neighbor was all she could wish for. Unfortunately, it would take her few months before she would return here…

She licked her lips at the memory of the dominating male fucking her and started massaging her breasts. Her naked pussy started flowing with juices again.

Swallowing, Brooke freed her breasts from the material of her evening dress, then she uncovered her pussy and spread her legs, leaving only her belly covered. Her nipples were erect hard from both, cold and excitement.

With a loud moan, she started fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples, while the cool air of the night crashed with her hot pussy.

Her cousin could find her, but she didn’t care, Scarlett would just leave her to herself – she always did that.

Numerous leaves silently moved in the night, as something sneaked under them, stalking, now a masturbating woman. The female was too emerged in her own fantasy to notice something grinding against her pussy, until-

Brooke moaned as she remembered Charles squeezing her breasts… the memory of his dick inside her snatch. Even now she could swear she could feel it grinding against her labia, right before penetrating he-

Her eye shoot wide open as something invaded her pussy, right up to her womb. She tried to say something, but the moment her lips parted, her mouth was invaded.

It has successfully caught its victim. Of course, she would struggle, but it had few countermeasures – the fluid, strong aphrodisiac was one of them. The other was the coded knowledge of weak points of female – it started with attacking the first of them. Soon the aphrodisiac would kick in.

As Brooke tried to struggle, she grabbed a tentacle that invaded her mouth, trying to remove it. That was when the second one – the one in her pussy, started moving. The woman’s resistance weakened as the waves of pleasure slowly washed over her. Her eyes widened and body shook when another tentacle touched her clit – pushing her over the edge. As Brooke rode the wave of climax, her resistance weakened and more tentacles started bounding her – two, grabbed her arms while another two grabbed her ankles.

Brooke shook with another wave of orgasm and pleasure washed over her. Slowly, the tentacles started dragging her into the bush. Brooke’s lustful moans and loud clicking of her high heels on the stone pavement were the only things disturbing the silence of the night.

Scarlett turned her head from her book. She could swear she heard a clicking of heels, had Brooke returned? She listened a little longer, but when she heard nothing, she returned to her book.

It finally had its pray where it wanted to have it – now it needed to position and process her. But it wouldn’t be easy – it was a strong specimen.

It stopped dragging Brooke, only held her in place. The tentacles holding her hands were now trying to pull her down, but she continued to resist. The tentacles in her mouth and pussy started moving and her body shook as she achieved another orgasm. Her knees bent little under her, but soon she stud straight again.

After, yet another orgasm, Brooke felt something on her stomach. As she looked down, she noticed two more vines creeping upwards her chest. She watched helplessly as they slowly wrapped around her big breasts. Brooke arched her back and started moaning lustfully as the vines started alternately squeezing her breasts and loosening them.

As all of its actions, the vines seemed to not understand the definition of being gentle – but that was exciting Brooke even more. That rough treatment, without care for her comfort.

Brooke started moaning lustfully as her breasts were being played with. Her legs started shaking as her sex started dripping, almost constantly. The orgasms she experienced now, were far stronger… she then screamed lustfully through her gag, as another tentacle invaded her rear, causing her to climax yet again.

The wet sounds of copulation filled the air as the tentacles started mercilessly attacking the busty female, causing her to experience one orgasm after the other and moan uncontrollably.

“Mhm! Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!”

Brooke’s dark hair, wet from sex and sweat, stuck to her skin, her eyes were lightly rolled back, as the tentacle in her mouth continued moving, more and more of her saliva dropped on her generous bust. Her evening dress covered was rolled down around her belly, the rest of it hung behind her, covering her ass, pussy and left leg but leaving her breasts and right leg uncovered. Each of her large shapely breasts was wrapped around by tentacles, which were fondling them roughly, her nipples erect from excitement. Her pussy and anus were both occupied by a pair of thick tentacles, moving constantly inside and outside of her. A smaller vine - wrapped around the tentacle pounding Brooke’s pussy – was grinding against her clit. Both of her hands were pulled down, by the vines that wrapped around her wrists. Her legs, where slightly parted and held by the tentacles wrapped around her ankles, right above her high-heels. Her legs shook with each new wave of pleasure and from her constant effort to stand straight on.

As if feeling that she was about to give up, The tentacles speed up their movements and suddenly shot globs of hot jeez into Brooke’s orifices. The woman shook, her back arched and her eyes rolled back, as her flesh came in contact with the fluid.

“MHMMM!” Brooke screamed lustfully as she achieved the greatest orgasm of her life.

Scarlett looked up from her book. She slowly got up and made her way to garden. She swore, if Brooke again masturbated in her garden, she would stuff a cucumber in her pussy.

It had her where it wanted. The aphrodisiac, it dosed her with, broke her resistance. Now it would close its flower and fill it with aphrodisiac mixed with digestive juices. With that mix, it's pray wouldn’t struggle as it was consumed.

Brooke fell on her knees, all resistance gone, as her body shook from the aftershocks, of the strongest orgasm she ever had experienced. Meanwhile, the tentacles on her breasts, in her mouth, pussy and ass, continued moving, keeping her in the state of orgasmic bliss.

She was so submerged in the pleasure, that she didn’t even register as the massive leafs she was kneeling next to started closing around her. After the ‘bell’ closed, leaving her imprisoned inside, it started filling with sweetly smelling liquid.

Scarlett walked into the garden.

“Brooke?”

She could have sworn she heard something… but the garden was quiet and empty, just a wind blowing… and-

Was that a moan?!

She turned to a flower.

“Hoot, Hoot!”

She looked up – and let go the air she held. It was just an owl. Calm now, Scarlette turned and walked back to her home. A few seconds after she closed the door behind her, the silence of the garden was interrupted

“Mhmmm!”

An orgasmic scream sounded dully through the walls of the plant…

And so the lustful MILF became a nourishment for the carnivorous plant.

Charles finished writing then clicked 'publish' and closed his laptop. Slowly he got up and walked to his bed – he had definitely too much **** this day.

“So when will Brooke come again?” Charles asked curiously.

“She got into your eye? ” Scarlett asked with a smile “Who knows, she is something of a wild spirit.” She answered. “And this is my pride.” She said as she pointed at 7-meters wide flower.

“Enormous,” the man said as he admired the plant.

“Isn’t it? It grew twice its size in the last couple of days. It started right after your greeting party.” She said with pride.

“What plant is that?” I asked her.

“Unfortunately I don’t know. It was here when I moved in- hmm.” Scarlett moaned lightly as Charles’ hand landed on her ass. “You will fit right in Charles.”

“Brooke said the same thing.” He smiled.

“And she was right.” Scarlett kissed him lightly “Welcome in Black Hollows, Mr. Green.” She then captured his lips again.

As the pair made their way to the bedroom, neither of them noticed an earring with a blue stone, stuck between the enormous plant’s leafs.