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.