And Then He Showed Me The Fucking Machine
He marched me into a dark room with my hands locked tightly behind my back, the cold steely grip of the handcuffs beginning to cut into my flesh. I bit my lip and whimpered in delight as he pushed me firmly yet playfully down onto the soft leather cushion of a large, dark sofa in the room’s center. The scent of melted candle-wax overwhelmed my senses as I tried to take in my surroundings. This was going to be the night I found out about the power of the fucking machine.
He had taken me to his private cellar where he acted out all of his sexual fantasies. The walls were lined with racks of various toys and accessories, and there were several oil paintings of sexual nature dangling from the wall’s bare, rough bricks. As my eyes wondered around the room, they came to a halt on a peculiar, rather kinky looking piece of machinery. It appeared to be a fucking machine of some kind. A flesh coloured rubber cock was mounted to a steel rod.
Noticing that I was taking an interest in it, he paused in the process of letting his teeth dig into the flesh of my neck.
“Would you like to get fucked by a machine little slut?” He asked, beginning to strip me of my clothes. Finding myself rather curious, I nodded my head slowly. He rose to his feet, and then pulled me with him before throwing me into a saddle-like seat opposite the fuck machine. He leant over, and the sound of a single click greeted my ears as he powered the machine up.
At first, it began to inch back and forth slowly with a soft metallic whir. The man pushed my thighs apart forcefully as he positioned the machine using the wheels at its base. The rubber cock began to pump against my pussy. Using my fingers, I pushed my slit apart so that it could penetrate me. I glanced at him nervously as he started to adjust the speed settings.
I had not been fucked with the speed, velocity and stamina that a toy like this could offer so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
It began to rip into the moist depths of my cunt and I squirmed in delight as he watched on, grinning at the pleasure being bestowed upon me by his contraption. Placing the controls back down on top of the machine. He approached me. His footsteps echoing menacingly around the room as he stepped across the wooden flooring. His hands began to explore my DD cup breasts. The mechanic sex stallion ploughed into my quivering cunt.
My knees began to tremble uncontrollably. They felt like jelly. I was powerless to resist the onslaught of sensations that began to set alight my nerves. My fingernails began to dig into the side of the leather saddle. I tilted my head backwards as I began to passionately release my soft groans, giving in to the powerful grip of an orgasm with his breath tickling the skin of my neck as he watched on in close proximity. Feeling sorely satisfied, I let the rubber dick slide out of me as he slowed the machine. It left me in a breathless heap as I collapsed into the chair.
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