I once heard that sex is addictive; the more you get, the more you want. I spend most of Sunday thinking about what will happen to me next weekend at Marie’s salon when she helps me use the small fucking machine with its bondage straps. When I’m not thinking about that, I’m reliving my encounter with the battering ram and the sensational orgasm it produced. By nightfall I am so amped up that I install the monster dildo and ride my machine to a crushing vaginal orgasm that leaves me shaking for a minute or two after I cum.
It’s going to be a long week.
****
I am having lunch with a relatively new girl in our office on Monday and I’m grateful for the distraction.
Tina Holmes and I have become pretty good friends in a relatively short time. Tina is a very pretty, leggy blonde, much like me, who has turned out to be a kindred spirit. She wants to talk about sex. I have few inhibitions when engaging in sexual activity and absolutely none when talking about it.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask when she brings the topic up.
“I’ve just about had it with men,” she declares.
“Why?”
“My last two boyfriends turned out to be losers and the guy I’m with now is on thin ice,” she answers.
“How so?”
“He’s not very good in bed. He always cums before I can get over the top. To his credit, he will finger fuck me or use a vibrator on me until I climax, but it’s still frustrating. I like to be fucked hard and fast and I hate it when it ends too soon.
“Why don’t you…
“What,” she interrupts.
“…consider buying a fucking machine.”
“A what?”
“A fucking machine. I have one and it does the job nicely while I’m between boyfriends. In fact, I like mine so much I’m not going to give it up when a new guy comes along. He’ll just have to get accustomed to the machine being part of our sex life.”
Tina apparently doesn’t have anything to add to this conversation so she just stares at me and remains mute.
“Cat got your tongue?” I ask with a grin.
“I don’t know what to say,” she responds with a puzzled look on her face. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“I hadn’t either until a few months ago. Just before you came to work here we were having a safety meeting. The boss was showing a video about safety around operating machinery. Suddenly, something in the video caught my eye and I found myself visualizing a piston rod with a dildo attached to it. I was immensely proud of myself, having just conceptualized the world’s first fucking machine.”
Tina started to get the giggles.
“Hang on,” I tell her, “there’s more to the story.”
“Go on,” she says, between giggles.
“But…I knew that if I could think of such a thing, someone else had already done it. So that night I hit the internet and was astonished at the amount of information that is out there, and how many different types of machines there are.”
“Really?”
“Really. And I’m going to save you a lot of time.” Taking a pen and notepad out of my purse, I write down the web addresses for a couple of sites that show decent quality machines in action.
“Check these out tonight. If you’re still interested tomorrow, I can lead you in the right direction.”
“Again, I don’t know what to say,” Tina responds with small frown as she studies the piece of paper like it’s the original Gettysburg Address.
“Trust me,” I tell her, “you’ll have plenty to say tomorrow.”
****
Tina is waiting for me in the lunchroom when I arrive at work on Tuesday.
“Yesterday I didn’t know what to say,” she begins, “and today I still don’t.”
“Incredible, aren’t they?” I respond with a grin.
“Mind blowing is more like it. Are those things legitimate?”
“Some are and some probably aren’t. Mine certainly is.”
“What kind do you have?” she inquires.
“You didn’t see the exact one I have because it’s not directly advertised on the internet. Mine looks like a little Quonset hut with a seat that resembles an English riding saddle mounted on top. A dildo protrudes from a hole in the saddle. You ride it like you do with your boyfriend when you’re on top.”
“I saw something similar last night.”
“Apparently it’s a popular concept,” I respond and then pause for a moment or two.
I decide that I don’t know exactly how to proceed. Basically I have three choices; I can tell her about Marie and give her the phone number, I can give her the brochure I still have for my machine, or I can actually show the unit to her. When I was looking for a machine, Marie was really my only option. Had a friend been available to help me out, I would have gone that route. I decide to take Tina under my wing.
“What are your plans for dinner tonight?” I ask her.
“Nothing special. Bozo is out of town on business.”
“I hope I don’t ever have to meet this guy. I won’t be able to keep a straight face,” I tell her, haltingly, as I laugh out loud.
“I’m being unfair. He’s really a nice guy. We just need to resolve this sex thing. My frustration is getting in the way.”
“Maybe Escort Sefaköy I can help. Why don’t you come to my place for dinner? Don’t expect a hot meal. I can barely boil water, but there’s a deli near my condo that has excellent food. Anything in particular you don’t like?”
“Liver.”
“Girl after my own heart. I’ll grab a couple of corned beef sandwiches and a veggie tray,” I tell her.
“That’ll be great. What can I bring?”
“You get stuck with the wine,” I respond with a smile.
“What color wine and what time?”
“How about six-thirty and I don’t care what color. I’ll drink almost anything.”
“Six-thirty and almost anything it is. See you then,” Tina says with a wide grin.
****
We have just finished our meal, and most of the first of two bottles of wine Tina brought, when I pull the brochure for my machine out of the drawer under the breakfast bar and slide it over to her.
“Take a look at this,” I tell her. Tina studies the brochure for a minute or so and then looks up at me.
“Three strokes per second? That’s pretty fast,” she says with little smile.
“Guys can come close to that, but only for a few seconds. As long as you have electrical power, that thing can go forever. Would you like to see it?”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t willing to show it to you,” I tell her as I give her a pat on the arm.
“Then I’d love to see it,” she responds with a grin.
“Come with me.”
I lead Tina back to my bedroom and drag the machine out from my closet. We sit tailor-fashion on the carpet on either side of the device.
“That’s quite a dildo,” Tina remarks as she peers intently at the silicone cock protruding from the saddle.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I tell her as I pull the monster dildo out of the drawer in my nightstand.
“Holy shit!”
“Impressed?” I ask her with a grin.
“I’ve never seen anything like that,” she responds with a note of awe in her voice. “Have you actually used it?”
“Yes, but I was a nervous wreck the first time.”
I spend a couple of minutes telling Tina about my first vaginal orgasm and my determination to find a way to have one on demand. I don’t tell her about Marie. I will do so later if she expresses an interest in buying a machine. When I finish talking, I plug in the machine, apply power, and run the speed control up and down, holding the dildo loosely in my hand to keep it upright.
“Holy shit!” Tina says again.
I’ve been known to be impulsive from time to time and the tendency overtakes me now.
“Would you like to try it?”
“Now?” Tina asks, completely surprised.
“Why not now? These things are fairly expensive, so it’ll give you an opportunity to see if you like it before you buy one.”
“I…I…don’t know,” Tina stammers. When I came over, I didn’t even expect to see the machine. I thought you would just tell me about it.”
“Well, you’re here, the machine is here, and I’m making the offer. But I’m not trying to be pushy. It’s your choice.”
“Can we have another glass of wine while I think about it?”
“Sure. Let’s go into the living room. The machine isn’t going anywhere.”
While we sip our wine, I tell Tina how I use the machine; employing the standard dildo most of the time and holding the big one in reserve when I want a vaginal orgasm. I explain to her that the machine generally won’t produce an orgasm all by itself, unless the monster cock is installed, so I keep a vibrator handy to push myself over the top when I decide I’ve been fucked long enough and I’m ready to cum. Tina remains silent during my recital. When I finish, she gives me a long, intent look.
“O….okay,” she finally stammers, “I’ve thought about it and I want to do it.”
“Good! You won’t be sorry. Let’s go.” I respond and lead her back into the bedroom.
“How do we do this?” Tina asks with an apprehensive look on her face as I roll a condom down over the dildo.
I realize that I’ve had the advantage of someone else being in the room with me when I use a fucking machine. Once, anyway. Although I ride solo on my machine, I had Marie’s help with the battering ram on Saturday. I do my best to put her at ease.
“Any way you like. I can show you what to do and leave the room. If you’re nervous I can stay with you. If modesty is an issue, I can lend you a short robe, or a skirt, or something.” Tina is wearing jeans and a sleeveless blouse.
“I think I’d like you with me, but I’d like to wear something. We’re pretty good friends, but this is a little unusual for me. I haven’t been completely naked in front of another woman since gym class in high school,” she informs me with a nervous little laugh.
“Okay,” I tell her as I throw open my closet door. “Help yourself to whatever seems comfortable to you. We are about the same size. I’ll wait in the living room while you change. Call me when you’re ready.”
A few minutes later Tina calls out my name and I reenter the bedroom. Yenibosna escort bayan She is sitting on the edge of my bed looking nervous. Tina has chosen a little pale blue robe that drops to mid-thigh. It is a good choice. If she really gets into it like I did the first time, all she has to do is pull up the hem to watch the machine fuck her. Untying the little cloth belt will free her breasts if she feels the need.
“Do you need to borrow a vibrator?” I ask.
“Actually no. I carry a little one in my purse all the time unless I’m about to board an airplane,” she responds with a little smile.
“Well, aren’t you the naughty one!” I exclaim with a smile of my own. “I’ll go fetch your purse.”
Her vibrator is a little thing, perhaps three inches long. She tests the battery and I’m amazed at the intensity of the vibrations it produces. The idea of walking around with a vibrator handy all day intrigues me. I decide then and there that I want one and tell her so.
“I order them two or three at a time,” she responds. “I have an unopened one at home that I’ll bring in to work tomorrow. You can have it as payment for tonight,” she adds with a smile.
“Thank you! I’m sure I’ll put it to good use.”
“It’s the least I can do, and you’ll be surprised at how often you’ll find an excuse to use it,” she says with a wicked grin. “So what’s next?”
“Are you noisy when you cum?”
“Very.”
“Then we’ll set the machine up facing the bed like I do. You can bury your face in the duvet or grab a pillow when it’s time. I have neighbors,” I tell her with a grin.
“I’ll try to keep quiet.”
“Don’t try to hold back,” I tell her. “Just use the bedclothes or a pillow. You’ll enjoy it more if you can respond naturally.”
“Now, you’ll need lubricant,” I continue as I remove a tube from the bedside table. “Put plenty on the dildo and I recommend that you put some on your pussy as well. You are about to be fucked like never before.”
“This is scary,” she announces as she applies lube to the silicone cock and then reaches up under the robe to apply some to her pussy.
“I know. I was pretty nervous the first time too, but I guarantee that a few minutes from now you won’t give a shit about anything other than what the machine is doing to you. Are you ready?”
“I…I guess so.”
“Then go ahead and mount the machine just like you would do with your boyfriend. Wiggle around a bit to get comfortable and then start slowly. Take all the time you want. I’ll be sitting in that chair just a few feet away if you need help, otherwise forget about me.”
As I take my seat, Tina slings one leg across the machine and reaches under her little robe to guide the dildo into her pussy as she slowly lowers herself into position. Following my instructions, she moves around a little and then smiles nervously over at me.
“Relax,” I advise her. “Enjoy yourself.”
Tina responds by switching on the power and turning the speed control knob just a fraction.
“Oh! Oh my!” she exclaims. “This feels a little strange. Pleasant, but strange.”
“That’s because the machine is moving. When you ride your boyfriend, you’re doing all the work. You’ll get used to it in a few seconds.”
Tina just sits there for a minute or so and then turns up the speed control. The machine is pretty quiet, but produces enough sound that I can tell she is now experiencing about one stroke per second.
“Oh God,” she moans and then immediately increases the speed again. I’m guessing she’s now being fucked at about half of the machine’s top end.
“Oh fuck!” she cries as she pulls the robe open to peer down at the thrusting cock. After a few seconds, she advances the throttle a little more and begins to make incoherent sounds of arousal.
She’s not the only one who is aroused. I am startled to realize that I am too. From where I sit, I can see the dildo rhythmically disappearing and reappearing between Tina’s thighs when she holds the robe out of the way. I have seen my share of X-rated movies, but I have never been in the same room with a woman who is being fucked, either by man or machine. It is an incredible turn-on.
Tina’s ride is a near duplicate of my first one. As her arousal mounts, her modesty falls away and she unties the robe to free her breasts. They are high and firm with pretty pink nipples. I watch, enthralled, as she rolls both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
I want to undo my shorts and slide my hand inside my panties but I don’t want to distract Tina. I let out a soft sound of arousal but she can’t hear me. Her cries are already filling the room and she is not yet being fucked at full speed.
Just as I begin to wonder if she’s going to go for it, she turns the speed control all the way up and lets out a sharp cry in response.
I can’t take it anymore. I am now on fire. I decide that Tina is so immersed in the sensations provided by the machine that she won’t pay any attention to me. I unbutton the waistband of my shorts, pull the zipper Halkalı escort down and ease my hand inside my panties. The crotch is soaking wet. I lubricate heavily when aroused, which works to my advantage. Within seconds I am expertly fingering my pussy.
Tina is crying out continuously now and rocking her hips in an effort to achieve orgasm. I know from experience that she’ll probably have to resort to the vibrator.
I am very adept at manually bringing myself to orgasm so I am careful not to cum before Tina goes over the top. Based on what I’m seeing and hearing, Tina won’t notice if I cum when she does. In preparation, I apply direct pressure to my clit with my moving fingers. I can now cum whenever I wish.
Tina suddenly stops teasing her nipples, grabs her vibrator with one hand to press it against her clit, and snatches a pillow up to her face as she lets out a high-pitched wail of release. I am only a second or two behind her. Clamping one hand tightly over my mouth, I do a good job of muffling my scream as I launch myself over the top.
Tina has collapsed forward onto the edge of the bed, still moaning as the machine continues to fuck her at high speed. After a few seconds, she fumbles around briefly for the control box, finds it, and switches off the power.
The only sound in the room now is the heavy breathing of two women who are struggling for oxygen. I recover first and try to refasten my shorts before Tina realizes what I have done. I don’t make it in time. Busted.
“Well, well, well,” she murmurs with a small smile, “aren’t you the naughty one?” she says, mimicking my earlier words.
“I couldn’t help it. Watching you really turned me on. Now I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. Did you cum?” she asks me.
“Oh yeah.”
“Aren’t orgasms wonderful? As for the machine, I don’t have words to describe how that felt. How long did I ride this thing?”
“Fifteen or twenty minutes I think, about half of that at full speed.”
“Good Lord!” she exclaims as she rises up on her knees to let the dildo slip free. “I’m not sure if I can stand,” she adds as she falls to one side to sit on the carpet with her back against my bed. Her robe has fallen open, all traces of modesty gone.
My orgasm was not as intense as hers, so I move to her side, help her rise to her feet, and then we sit on the side of the bed.
“Would you like some more wine?” I ask her.
“Yes, please.”
When I return with two glasses, Tina has pulled her legs up onto the bed and is resting against the headboard. Her robe is completely open and I can see that she has a stunning body. I am not gay, and as far as I know I’m not bisexual, but I find her disheveled beauty extremely attractive. The thought is a little unsettling to me. I’ll need to think about this some more later. I retake my seat in the chair with wine glass in hand.
When we finish our wine, Tina has recovered enough to get dressed. When she is ready, we move back into the kitchen to recharge our glasses.
“I want one,” she announces before I can ask the obvious question. “How did you get yours?”
I call up Marie’s number on my cell phone, jot it down on a Post-It note, and hand it to her.
“A woman named Marie will answer this number. She and her husband own the company that produces and sells my machine, among others. She likes to do business face-to-face so she’ll probably offer to meet you at the Macy’s entrance to the mall. It’ll be a cash only deal.”
“How much?”
I tell her and she nods her head.
“I can manage that,” she says as she finishes the last of her wine. “And now I’d better get moving. I’ve taken up enough of your time tonight. Thank you so, so much for what you did. I am extremely grateful.”
“Glad to be of service. Lunch tomorrow?”
“Sure,” she responds with a dazzling smile as she heads for my door.
There appears to be enough wine in the bottle for one more glass. I settle in on my sofa with my feet tucked under while I sip the wine and ponder my physical attraction to Tina.
****
I arrive at the lunchroom ahead of Tina. As I drank the wine last night, I decided that my attraction to Tina was probably just an artifact of what happened in my bedroom. Watching her ride my machine and then cum right in front of me, combined with her physical beauty, was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Surreal is a good word. If I don’t change my mind when I see her this morning, I believe I can consider myself to be off the hook.
As if on cue, Tina marches into the lunchroom and heads straight for the coffee pot. I have to admit that I feel a glimmer of what I was feeling last night as soon as she enters the room. My heart races a bit as I recall her naked beauty.
After filling her cup, she takes a seat opposite me at the table and pulls a little purple velvet bag with a gold drawstring out of her purse.
“This is for you,” she says as she slides the bag across to me. “I removed it from its packaging so no one here will see it and start gossiping.”
I take a peek inside at the little vibrator.
“Thank you!” I respond with a grin, already thinking about when I might give it a try.
“Now, about last night, Tina begins. I’m having a little trouble wrapping my head around what happened. Don’t get me wrong, it was all wonderful but the whole thing was surreal.”