The Arachne and the Rubber Gloves

[bleachman]

It had been a long and tiring day for Michael. He had spent hours working on his family's farm, sweating under the hot sun and tending to the animals. When he finally returned to his room, all he wanted to do was relax and maybe indulge in some self-pleasure. But little did he know, he was being watched.

As he rummaged the house he found his way under the kitchen sink, he came across a pair of bright purple playtex living rubber gloves. Michael always had a thing for rubber gloves, he put them on, feeling the textured material against his skin. He couldn't help but get a little turned on by the sensation.

Without a second thought, Michael made his way to his room and began to pleasure himself, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, imagining the touch of a woman's hand on him. Little did he know, his fantasy was about to become a reality.

In the attic above, a young Arachne girl named Lilith had been watching Michael’s every move. She had stumbled upon a small hole in the ceiling that gave her a perfect view of his room. She couldn't help but be fascinated by this human boy and his strange habits.

But as she watched him pleasure himself with those purple gloves, a hunger grew inside her. You see, Arachne were known to feed on the semen of men, and Lilith had been longing for a taste. So, without hesitation, she crawled down from her hiding spot and made her way to Michael’s room.

She entered silently through the house from the attic and crept closer to Michael’s bed. He was still lost in his own pleasure, unaware of her presence. Lilith couldn't resist the temptation any longer, she used her webs to tie Michael’s hands and feet to the bedposts, making sure he couldn't escape. Her webs weaved over his head and body sealing his eyes and mouth.

Michael’s eyes flew open in shock as he felt the silk threads wrap around him and cover him in darkness. But before he could even scream, Lilith was on him, her eight legs crawling over his body. She could feel his fear and arousal, and it only made her more eager to taste him. With his hands bound Lilith removed the rubber gloves from his hands.

Without wasting any time, Lilith slipped on the purple gloves, breaking the silence with their soft crinkling sound, and began to pleasure Michael, just as he had done to himself. Her touch was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he felt her rubbery hand along his shaft. He had no idea who or what was touching him, but it felt too good to resist.

As Lilith continued to please him, she could feel his body tense up, his release drawing near. She knew it was time to fulfill her hunger. With one final stroke, Michael reached his peak and released into the rubber gloves. Lilith eagerly licked it all up, savoring the taste of human semen.

Once she had her fill, Lilith released Michael from her webs. He stared at her in shock and confusion, but before he could ask any questions, she disappeared into the night taking the gloves with her, leaving him with a memory he would never forget.

From that day on, Michael couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious Arachne girl and the purple gloves. He couldn't believe what had happened, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he had felt. And as for Lilith, she continued to watch Michael from her hiding spot, waiting for the perfect opportunity to taste him again.