Blowjob Machine

He had worked on it for months and it was finally done.

God.

He was almost nervous at the prospect of finally using this thing. It was like the first meek and simple gradeschool fumblings. Shakey hands slipping beneath a blouse to caress a soft teenage breast. Hesitancy coupled with wanting.

But this was a machine. A cold, hard metallic machine.

Well, whats the worst that could happen?
Chew my dick off i spose. Thats sorta the opposite of what Im wanting. He said to himself.

All that work and thought HAD to be tested. By god. The prospect that this box works and works well? He could be a millionaire. Millions of men satisfied from sea to sea.
He gulped.

He flicked the switch. It began to lightly hum.
He flicked it off again.

He started to kneed his cock as there was only so much this machine could do.
In order to function properly, it needed a stiff penis.

His mind began to wander to the different objects of lust he had seen throughout the day.

She worked at the lab and was particularly goodlooking for a scientist (sadly, he found that they were an ugly lot throughout his school and professional career). She had recently come from France having worked under the tutelage of some of europes finest and seemed to bring much more to the table then simple intellect.

Her dress sense, although not particularly scandalous, was a step up from the usual dress suits/pant suits and lab smocks/gowns that he was familiar with. Today he had been spoiled. She had decided to wear his favorite. A pencil skirt.

It fit like a second skin. You could see every curve in her ample ass. It emphasized her slim waist. How did this coke bottle shape ever get taken over by slim models he would ask himself.

Sitting across from her in the office, he was privy to her standing up and sitting down. Wearing heels, she would walk to the copier allowing for her cheeks to jiggle slightly under that tight restricting material. She would chew on a pencil, her single foot on the toe of her shoe, loosely swinging, her aired mocha calf slightly flexed. Oh god what he wouldnt do to suck on the inside of her thighs.It always just a matter of time before she caught him staring with her own doe like eyes.

It was time.

He put the machine on. It sank, slowly fitting quite tightly around his member.
The interior had been lined with a synthetic crushed velvet rubber that would retain moisture. Rather than grow hard, it would continue to be soft and could become almost slippery.
The interior was a malleable substance, similar to silly puddy. Simple switches of knobs and a couple presses of buttons and the malleability could be altered. He switched the liquid button and it became damp in the machine.

He pulled the machine back up to the tip of his cock. It wasnt necessary to do this but the first slide had felt so good. Much like the first time a penis penetrates a tight expecting vagina. Swallowing the tip and slowly making room for the rest. Easing in, inch by inch.

The 3 cylinders which coincided with the base, middle and head of his limb started to slowly rotate and the hole tightened around the base of his cock. His mind flashed back to her mouth.

Her lips a natural pink, perhaps a shade less than that of a red grapefruit. It was a wide and inviting mouth. Always seemed to be partially open. He pictured her coral pink tongue flicking at the underside of his head, dipping down the back of his shaft. His head slightly penetrating her wide open lips. All the while her doe eyes staring up at him. Her mouth closed and her cheeks fell in as she started to suck, slowly pushing her face towards his pubic patch. The machine continued to whir.

She pulled back a little faster this time, ringing the base and mid of his rod with her small hands clockwise and counter clockwise, mouth never leaving his organ. As her face came down her hands would move to the sides allowing his penis to breach the confines of her mouth and head deeper into her throat. The machine began to speed up, the cylinder furthest to him tightening around the head of his phallus, milking it gently.

He pictured his hand slipping under her shirt, under her bra, handling her ebony nipple as she handled his member. Her pace increased as did her ferocity. Her lips and mouth smacking and slurping as his dick entered and left her mouth. He could feel his legs stiffen, first his thighs and then his calves. He pictured a single hand, cupping his testicles, spittle trickling down his shaft. Her, hungrily, hammering away as if his penis contained a life force. He grabbed ahold of the bun on the back of her bobbing head and held on with ferocity.

He could feel the first bit of precum trickle out of his urethra.

His penis began to burn, it rose from the base which was now covered in secretions, slowly through the shaft, inch by inch, rising slowly to the inflamed tip. Her mouth still wrapped around him, her hair now undone, tangled and hanging down, he tried holding on, pumping his cock, his hips rising and falling to the rhythm of the sucking, gently fucking her face, but it was no use. There was no way he could hold it. With her head jerking at a tempo, breathing in through his nose at first, then through his teeth and mouth he released a slow yelp. Then came his load. It spurt out of him leaving him weak, his anus twitching. She gently pushed her head down to swallow, his grip loosening and limps twitching slightly.

Slowly,opening his clenched eyes, the box dangling between his legs from his semiflacid penis, he realized the one thing he had overlooked.

That this machine should be a spitter and not a swallower.

Gym

In, out. In, out. She concentrated with every push. Sweat began to form above her lip in beads. She licked the sweat away and clenched her teeth. In, out. In, out. Her thighs throbbing. She drifted in and out of consciousness, a weary pain colliding with a pleasurable burning. 5-4-3-2-1. She extended her leg one more time, looked around the room and moped her face off.

She sprayed down the leg press with cleaner and wiped it down with a towel.
She walked across the room to stretch before leaving.

As she walked his eyes caught her shape and followed her. Her body fit and tight from exercise but still clearly feminine. What was most noticeable was her arched back. What could have been the result of exercise looked too natural, too godgiven to be achieved. Her arched back allowed for her breasts and buttocks to become prominently on display as if they had been placed on a small shelf. Though not particularly large or small in either department they had a pertness that only youth could offer.

What was most inviting was the outline of her panties that showed beneath her pants. They cupped her youthful bum allowing for only the bottom tip of her rear to brush gently against her pant material. All he could think about was how it was inviting him.

He pictured her with her hands against the wall, ass towards him, him slowly peeling her pants down to reveal her panties. He licked the lower part of her back and she responded with a soft moan. With both hands he slowly took the tips of her underwear and pulled them towards her knees. One buttock, then two appeared. As unyielding in the air as they had been under the clothing. He tasted the saltiness of her sweat. Her hands and cheek were cold underneath the cement wall. The room was now empty.

He now gently led her to bend forward further, exposing her snatch. He moved forward slowly with his tongue out allowing her to feel every breath on her upper inner thighs. He laid his tongue upon her, cupping her vag, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing her clitoris. He could taste her wet. She smelt faintly of fresh sweat and moisturizer cream. She moaned a little louder this time.

He began to lap gently at first, then with an eager force. As his pace quickened she began to press the back of his head with her right palm so he went deeper. He began to probe her with his tongue, interlapping with fierce licks to her labia. He turned her around briskly and began to eat from the front.

His hands reached up and under her shirt, pushing it up so that one breast was covered by his hand and the bottom of the other breast was exposed.

She could feel the warmth of an orgasm beginning to build in her calves. He laid her down quickly and began to suckle her clitoris as well as pull on his own member. The orgasm moved slowly but intensely up to her thighs. He was strong and firm in his own hand now pulling as he licked. His free hand now loosened from its position on her breast and began to move towards her quim. As he continued to suckle her clit, he traced her vag with his free finger, dipping in gently, briskly.

Her panting increased in depth and pace. Their movements unified like a well oiled machine. He began to probe deeper and deeper and tug harder and harder. An explosion was imminent, she started to moan more frequently and at a louder more piercing volume. The orgasm had risen from her thighs to her button now and was focused solely there. He stroked her harder and harder now, probing her in unison with his finger. She unleashed a yelp, smothering his face with her thighs and vag. No sooner had she came did he flip her over and enter her from behind. He pushed hard and he pushed quick. Never losing tempo, he pounded pulling her rear closer and closer to him.

He shot hard and he shot strong...

He wiped the sweat from his forehead then he finished his last rep. It was time to refill the water bottle and then go home.