21+ Sexy Historical One SHOTS (Aliens, Angels)

The alien's five arms circled me and started tantalizing my nipples.I tried to ignore it, but the most sensitive of the tentacles tickled so delightfully that I couldn't help moaning out loud.An icy shiver ran down my spine. I glanced around, expecting a glare from one of my colleagues, but what I saw instead was seeing them undress. This is madness! Highly inappropriate! Yet, I could'nt help but succumb to soft mewls as the tentacles slowly suckled my very generous breast even though it was yet to remove my chemise!What in God's name am I doing? How did I get myself into this situation? That girl in there isn't really me. It's an illusion, nothing more than fantasy! At least I hope it's all just an illusion...

"Ahh.." I couldn't help but moan. The angel's soft wings cradled my head and became my mattress while his alien-like five tentacles slowly removed my underwear (which was the last bit of modesty left on my skin) and then proceeded to kiss, lick and suck my lady lips while their counterparts caressed my breasts and stroked my nape and ears.He stopped for a second to kiss my lips again and his tongue tasted so heavenly that my knees buckled under me. And then those spongy pheromoned tentacles caressed my body, leaving trails of pleasure wherever they touched. All my limbs felt numb, but it didn't stop me from arching against his hand like a helpless kitten as he fondled my very tender nipples with his tongue. Oh, god yes, please do that more often! More! Please!With a soft cry, I grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him closer, begging him to go harder with his kisses. His angelic fingers played with my pussy and pinched my nipples, making them stand straight up, erect and hard like two small hills of fleshy joy, begging for attention and the ultimate relief.In desperation, I cried out: "Oh god, please!"He took that opportunity to run his tongue up nipples with such intensity that I moaned and begged him to stop before collapsing into the abyss between heaven and hell.It was my greatest weakness. I wanted more.But if it wasn't the effect of love spell then how did he know exactly what to do.

I had tricked him. Should'nt he be celibate and not know about the passion between a man and woman (though he was neither with soft supple breasts like a courteasans and a raging long throbbing (even pronouncing the name makes my cheeks burn and I am here doing a scandalous thing with it) )

Although, I do recall how I seduced him when I never intended to seduce him in the first place! I had just gone to the temple to pay homage. When it started drizzling along the way! And me being me, paid no heed to the social decorum of returning back home as letting your clothes highlight your bosom is highly inappropriate and instead charged ahead and flanked the temple's door open. There stood in all his entirety, Archbishop Asmodeus. (Quite a name for a guy who claims to worship God). "I want to confess, father. For, I have sinned." He was a tall lean figure clad in priestly garments, wreathed in a rainbow halo of sunlight which streamed through the open window above.His eyes were twinkling like blue stars shining in the bright moonlight. I couldn't look at him directly because the reason I had sinned was because of him!

"Temple is closed. Come back later," replied George, one of my annoying colleagues who just got punished for peeping under a woman's skirts and I was the woman whose skirt he peeped under! His punishment: Serve three months in the temple cleaning toilets and the temple on average received 200 visitors a day! And today was his first day...ha ha ha."I must confess. It's important."

"The temple is closed. Did'nt I tell you..."

"George. Let her in. It's raining."

"But.."

"It's okay. We can't go anywhere until the rain dies. Until then we can hear what she has to say for herself."

George glared at me while the archbishop's cool arched eyebrow was all the hint I needed to follow along. As he led me down the hall, I could'nt help but look at his pale white hair (the whitest of the white), his broad shoulders clad in purple thobe and tied at vest with gold belts. "We are here" His cool broke my reverie. "Go stand on the other side".

I turned and went behind the raised platform.

’“Tell me what sin have you committed.”

“I have done the hoky-poky.”