Tentacle Master (Book 2)

By Ari Ito

Tentacle Master is an erotic adventure of the literary hentai variety, intended for adult audiences only!

The sexy saga continues in this thrilling follow-up! Masako is now a slave to the Tentacle Master's depraved desires, but she was only the first. The tentacled monstrosity is preparing to corrupt even more nubile maidens, and it's up to Masako to recruit her classmates...whether they want to feel her master's slimy embrace or not!

No girl is safe from the Tentacle Master's insatiable lust, not the lesbian couple on the swim team, not the bookish introvert, not even the repressed Student Council president!

Note: To fully enjoy Tentacle Master Book 2, you will want to read Masako's prior adventures in Book 1 first.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ari Ito
• Release date: Mar 20, 2017

Ari Ito

Hi, I'm Ari Ito. Hentai lover. Erotica author. Smut emperor.

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Tentacle Master (Book 2)

Ari Ito

First Kindle Edition, November 2016

Published by Fantasy Xtreme

Art by AngeroX

Copyright © 2016 by Ari Ito

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system—except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine or newspaper—without permission in writing from the publisher.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Other literary hentai books by Ari Ito:

Tentacle Master (Book 1)

Paranormal Defense Agency: The Arkadian Abomination

Paranormal Defense Agency: Nocturnal Nightmares

TENTACLE MASTER

BOOK 2

Warning: To fully enjoy Tentacle Master Book 2,

you will want to read Masako's prior adventures in Book 1 first.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Feeding

Chapter 2: Threesome

Chapter 3: Innocence Lost

Chapter 4: Politics

CHAPTER ONE: FEEDING

Masako took in a deep breath as Senji laid her backward onto the kitchen table.

Senji couldn’t believe his luck—earlier that afternoon the campus supermodel had asked him over to her apartment. Given an opportunity to bang Masako Sakura? It was like his wildest sex fantasy come true.

I like you, she had said gingerly after class. I was wondering if… Senji recalled how she looked down, face flushed with embarrassment, …if you would be my first?

He almost had to hold his jaw up to prevent it from falling through the floor. This couldn’t have been real, but it was. Senji had lost track of the number of times he had fantasized about this—hell, he couldn’t even count the times he’d jerked off while thinking about her. When he arrived at Masako’s apartment, she was still in her school uniform and quietly let him in, motioning for him to take off his shoes.

Um, thanks for coming, she muttered after he entered the apartment.

Senji had played this over in his head hundreds of times, but he still found himself at a loss for words. Yeah, s-sure.

Well… Masako said, rubbing her hands together and leading him to the kitchen, ...would you like a—

Not letting her finish the sentence, Senji stepped forward and embraced her from behind. His hands gripped Masako’s huge breasts. He’d always dreamed of squeezing them, but never imagined that the day would come when he could.

Masako yelped a little at the sudden advance, but she didn’t object as he continued to fondle her luscious tits.

From behind Senji licked the side of her neck. Already he could feel himself getting hard, and he could feel though Masako’s shirt that her nipples were perking up. Best of all, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Masako turned to kiss him, and he reciprocated, moving one of his hands down from her breast to her hip, and then between her legs. Masako let out a short gasp as his fingers pressed against her pussy through her skirt and panties.

Could the hottest girl in school possibly be this easy? Senji wondered to himself.

Masako kissed him more intensely, taking his face in her hands while he grabbed at her ass. The groping pair gravitated toward the nearby table. Masako used one of her hands to feel about Senji’s crotch. She smiled a