The Fuck Machine
A Fictional Story by Bienbyswitch.
“Lie down.” There was the look in her eye that I couldn’t help but obey. The vulnerability of her standing over me sent my brain into complete sub mode as if she had flicked a switch in my brain.
Without breaking eye contact, she stripped herself; her gorgeous womanly figure was revealed to me, and my arousal was very evident. A moan escaped my lips, and she rolled her eyes at my neediness.
Straddling me, I braced myself to feel the inside of her beautiful pussy slide onto my waiting cock. But instead she smirked and started to rub herself on the underside of my erection, sending shivers through my body.
I could feel how open she was already, the wetness and her arousal sending me further into sub mode. Another moan and a gasp of desperation betrayed me. Her eye roll made me know who was in control this night.
She stayed like this for some time, teasing me with her wet lips moving slowly up and down my length. No words were said, but M never broke eye contact. A hand reached back and grabbed my balls; a light squeeze had me purring. We both knew she had me in the palm of her hand. I could see her brain working: what is she going to do with me?
Her hand reached down to the front and grabbed my penis. She positioned my tip at her entrance.
Now one thing about M is that she has a self-proclaimed ‘greedy pussy’ times like this, when she is very aroused, my just-smaller-than-average penis slips in with no resistance.
Again, I readied myself for the sensation of her warm wetness sinking onto my desperate cock, but she only let the tip in. She sniggered at my reaction, making me blush and fight the urge to push myself any closer.
My submissive state was such that I thanked her for allowing me inside her even if it was only the first inch. Again, her eye roll and snigger made me feel like a desperate, inadequate, pathetic simp. She teased the head of my penis with her opening for a while and then let me all the way in. Not breaking eye contact.
“Thank you, miss. I don’t deserve your perfect pussy.” I breathed.
Suddenly, as if in agreement, she pulled away, the air touched my penis, and I thought I would explode. Her next words gripped my soul.
“Go upstairs. Set up the fuck machine with the usual dildo with some lube and the doxy, sit at the end of the bed and wait for me.”
Leaving my clothes and phone downstairs, I rushed to obey, the excitement rushing through my body. The similar knot of beautiful anxiety in my body was building along with my arousal. The usual dildo was a dragon design and was our favorite, 6.5 inches long and 6 inches in girth at its widest, nearly twice my width, and a good two inches longer. I absolutely love when M asks for bigger; the fight of the ego, the comparison, and an emotional masochism describe me well. I remember when we first met, and she showed me her dildo collection. All were a good deal bigger than me; one or two are much MUCH bigger than me. Maybe our playing with those can be a different story.
She made me wait. Of course she did. She knows what she’s doing.
M eventually entered the bedroom. I im blown away by her beauty; she gives me the same dismissive smirk. I had laid my collar out and asked her to put it on me, deepening my submission to her. The leather collar with a purple heart on the front sat comfortingly around my neck.
She pulls her phone out and sets a timer for 45 minutes.
“You can cum when this timer ends,” she says teasingly. In my brain, I know 45 minutes of watching her get pounded is going to be a struggle. But one I am ready for.
I watched as M positioned herself, a pillow under her round voluptuous butt to get a good angle of penetration, a squirt of lube on her clit for the doxy, and she slid the dragon dildo easily into her waiting cunt.
This is my favorite part. The way her body reacts, the noises she makes as she is penetrated, her eyes roll, you can see the tension leave her body and her body adjusts to the huge intruder inside her, her mind focusing on the stretching sensations. It is impossible not to compare this to when I penetrate her. There is such a huge difference. Even when we were downstairs, and my cock was inside, there wasn’t even a flicker of recognition.
It’s the realization for me that she needs this, perhaps not all the time, but she needs this sensation. She needs to feel full. And craves it. The feeling I can’t provide that with my penis is tough but triggers that emotional masochism which hurts so good.
Im now dripping with precum. Sat next to her as the huge cock slowly drills its whole length into her accepting pussy.
“Close your eyes,” she commands between pants and moans.
“I want you to imagine a whole room of men using my pussy while you watch like a perv.”
I moan. It’s not a huge leap of the imagination with the sound of her soaking pussy being pounded, the smell of her arousal, and her moans and cries as she reaches her first orgasm.
I imagine her giving herself completely to another man. The knot of cuck angst builds, and my body gives into it completely.
“It feels so good as they use my pussy, it’s so deeeeep,” she gasps.
She has increased the speed.
“They are going to stretch me out and break my pussy.”
As if the thought was too much for her to contain as well I hear her climax; the force of her orgasm is so strong it pushes the dildo out of her pussy. I make the mistake of opening my eyes to help her replace the dildo. She sees.
“Put the blindfold on. I didn’t tell you you could open your eyes.” She touched the collar for emphasis. “You need to remember who is in charge.”
I placed the eye mask on apologising, and I listened as she re-penetrated herself. This time the dildo slipped right into her greedy, needy pussy.
“Good toy,” she purred at me.
“Sit there and listen while my pussy gets fucked.”
“Thank you, Miss,” is all I could reply. My brain flew through scenes of lines of alpha men waiting to use my hot goth girlfriend’s stunning pussy, her reveling in being used.
“You’re actually such a cuck.” She half laughed, half moaned. “Maybe I will tie you up and blindfold you when I do get used. You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Y…yes, Miss.” was all I could say.
“You’d be lucky if I even let you in the room.”
“Y… es Miss.”
She turned up the speed and moments later let out a deep moan as she orgasmed.
“Fuck it feels so good stretching my pussy.” she whispered. “I bet you can’t wait to feel how stretched and used I am.”
“Fuck, Miss, no, I can wait. Tell me how good it feels.”
“You’re not in any position to tell me what to do.” Came the honest and fair reply.
I was so desperate to hear how deep the toy inside her was, how it felt. It was completely emasculating to know this toy was deeper in her pussy than I had ever been, and to hear the effect it was having on her.
“If you’re lucky, I might even let you clean my cum off the cocks after they have fucked me.”
I moaned, the humiliation becoming a deep pleasure I didn’t want to end.
“Yes, please, Miss,” I begged. Images of a huge wet cock being shoved into my mouth.
“I would love to lick you after as well.” I continued our joint fantasy.
“Such a good cuck,” she gripped my hand as another wave of orgasm contractions pulled her body away from our dirty talk and into her bliss. Her pleasure was now becoming mine; my body was responding, and I felt close to orgasm myself even though I had no physical stimulation.
The orgasm was huge. Again, the feeling that she had never cum this hard with my penis inside her racked me. Made me feel inadequate, inferior, not enough. The arousal grew again, reaching another peak. A logical part of my brain then told me, this is a machine. Of course you can’t compete. But I chose to give in to the fantasy. I knew at this point my brain was getting rewired. I would do all I could to prove my worth to this amazing woman.
Her panting slowed; the machine slowed. She removed my eye mask.
I then saw her, in her post orgasm glow. Her chest heaving, her pierced nipples flowing up and down with her breath. Her eyes were huge and on me. Taking me all in. I knew she was checking to see if I was okay, looking for any signs of my distress.
“I love you.” was all I could say.
“I love you too.”
22 minutes left, her phone said.
She took a looked me up and down and said
“I might not even let you fuck me after this.”
My whole body shook, and I nearly came right there.
As I told her this, her eyes and face lit up in excitement, reveling in the power she had over me.
“Such a masochist,” she purred with her dismissive eye roll again.
She moved herself onto all fours and took the dildo doggy style. The deeper the toy went into her. I was still sat by her head, desperate to see her pussy.
“You can touch yourself,” she said.
I thanked her, and my fingers went to my dripping cock. Sat cross legged a lot of my length was lost, so I instinctively started rubbing myself with just two fingers. The amount of precum dripping was incredible, id never been this aroused.
M lost herself in pleasure; it was beautiful. She told me how she was experiencing one long orgasm now, that it was so deep it hurt her, but she loved it; she wanted more and more, and how she loved wrecking her pussy. She must have sensed I wanted to see more, and she told me I could sit at the other side of the bed for a better view.
The huge dildo was relentlessly bottoming out inside her cunt. She was so open and swollen. Her moans had become as if she was on the verge of passing out.
“You’d love it if that were a real cock fucking me, wouldn’t you? You’d love just to sit there and watch me get fucked like this for real, wouldn’t you, cuck?” she taunted.
I begged her to cuck me for real and tried to articulate how it felt that a huge dildo was ripping her apart and how small it made me feel, but im sure I just mumbled.
She came one last time and slid the dildo out.
Her pussy gaped at me. Dripping, used, stretched.
The timer went off. 45 minutes she had been fucked for. I’d never been able to last that long. Again, the comparison of what she needed this night and what I could give her was laid out in front of me, and it built into a beautiful pain. My ego had no response to seeing her so completely fulfilled.
She rolled over and beckoned me. Spreading her legs, giving me another perfect view of her abused, swollen sex. We had spoken about how much it turned me on to fuck her after she had been stretched. It was so humbling. Humiliating. The comparison is no longer deniable. The walls of her cunt are so wide and wet with her arousal that there is almost no friction. As I am getting lost in her, she puts the dragon dildo in my mouth and tells me to lick her cum off. Her eyes, pupils like planets, stare into my soul as she tries to pull me deeper, the ghost of the dildo replaced by something much smaller. I thrust faster. Thanking her for letting me inside her. Truthfully telling her how good her stretched, used pussy feels. I ask her how it feels as she hits me with the hottest line of the night.
“I can’t really feel you. I can feel you fucking me but not inside.”
Desperately, after being in her for less than a minute, I ask her permission to cum inside her. My sudden desperation also triggers her, and she replies.
“Cum with me,” she whisperers.
I have a huge release inside her as I feel her pussy contracting around me. I pull out, and the cum is instantly dripping out of her. All my instincts tell me to wrap my mouth around her huge opening and lick my cum out of her, but as I move to, she says,
“You’ve still got your collar on; you don’t lick me without my permission. Besides, I am way too sensitive.”
We cuddle instead, bask in the afterglow of our session, shower, and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
The End.
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