Fucking machine filth

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I don’t have a fucking machine. The Velvet Mini Teddy Thrusting dildo (pictured) kindly sent to me by Betty’s Toy box is the closet thing I have to one. To be honest it is not something I could ever seem myself investing in. I just can’t imagine using it enough to justify the cost and when you live with family it is not really discreet. Also I can’t say it has ever super featured in my fantasies either. The little story that follows below is, however, what my filthy brain came up with when I contemplated the subjects of the fucking machines. Although to be honest, the bit about this piece that absolutely fires me up (and I have come three times today whilst writing this) is being strapped to the gynae chair and being ‘violated’ with toys and fingers and eventually a cock. Now that is something I think about often….

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It is basically a gynaecological exam chair but unlike the ones you see at the doctors this one has been adapted slightly. There are leather straps on the leg rests and across the body of the chair.

He is holding my hand. Leading me over to the chair.

“My dear” he says as he indicates the chair.

I hesitate. I am not sure. Do I really want to do this? I mean we have talked about it but it was just a fantasy but now here I am, naked in this room and a part of me wants to flee.

He watches me face. I know he is waiting for me to decide if I really want to.

“Enough. Get up on the chair” he finally directs.

Those words, his confidence, silence my doubts and I turn my back to the seat and slide myself into place. As I lay back he guides my thighs onto the leg rests and then tightens the leather straps over each leg securing me in place. He is busy in the shadows on the other side of the room and I am distracted by my predicament. I fidget a bit, trying to get comfortable but also testing the straps a bit. They don’t give even slightly.

His fingers trailing over the inside of my thigh drawing my attention back to him and I suddenly realise he has positioned a fairly large dildo on a stick that is attached to some sort of fucking machine between my legs. My eyes widen at the vision before me.

“But this wasn’t in my fantasy I told you”

Well no, that is true, but it was in the fantasy I told you and if I remember rightly you came on my fingers while I shared it with you.

I blush at the memory.

“See, you remembered” he says in a teasing tone.

I grumble under my breath about trickery and being misleading.

“Excuse me?” he enquires

His finger is just nudging at the entrance to my cunt.

“Something you want to say?”

I realise what I really want to say is please slide your finger into me. It is so frustrating feeling it right there but not being able to move onto it, to get more of it. Somehow he seems to know what I am thinking because me presses the tip into me a bit further

“Like that?” he asks

And I nod my head

You are very wet for some one who sounded like they were just complaining.

“We all know being wet doesn’t mean anything”

“Hmm, that is true but sometimes it does mean something. However we don’t want to take any chances.”

He removes his finger from inside me. I can feel the muscles of my cunt twitch at suddenly being left with nothing to grip. He reaches across to the machine. Balanced on top is a bottle of lube which he precedes to pour liberally over my vulva before using his fingers to mix it with my own juices and smear it all over my folds and down across my arsehole which he teases for a few moments. Then he pour more lube onto the silicone cock that is dangling from the fucking machine between my thighs. He grasps it in his hand just like it is his dick and strokes it up and down covering it in the clear sticky liquid.

Something about that makes me groan with longing, anticipation, maybe a bit of horror at what he is about to do. Or at least what I think he is about to do which is not what happens next.

From his pocket he retrieves my small glass butt plug with the t shaped base. He uses the same hand he just wanked the silicone dildo with to cover the plug with lube. His eyes watch my face as he tends to the plug, a little devious smile playing across his lips.

The plug feels cold against the puckered opening of my arse. He applies pressure letting the tip start to open me up as and allowing my body to adjust to the intrusion. He strokes his free hand up and down my thigh and then across my lower belly. When his fingertips graze across my clit he pushes the plug deeper into me until finally my body relents and the plugs sits tightly buried into my arse.

If I hadn’t already been wet and smothered in lube he would have been about to see clearly my own juices sleek and sticky leaking from my cunt.

He stands back and seems to be admiring the view. I can see the distinct bulge of his cock in his trousers and I know he is already hard.

He moves the machine closer to my body adjusting the height slightly so that the dildo is perfectly positioned at my hole. He peels back the lips of my vulva holding me open as he guides the head of the dildo into me. The plug has made me tighter than usual and the dildo he picked is not the smallest one we own, but I notice it is not the largest either. He has clearly thought this through. Just like with the plug he takes it slow, letting my body adjust but also, well he knows I like it like that. That the slowness will make me ache that bit more, that if I could move I would be trying to grind down onto it. That even though it is filling and stretching me I want it.

Once the shaft of the dildo is nestled inside me, again he stands back and looks. His eyes flicking from my splayed open thighs to my face.

“So pretty” he mumbles as he reaches across and flicks the switch on the fucking machine. I gasp as the rod pushes the dildo further into my cunt and then withdraws it leaving just the tip nudging me open. It is slow but relentless, driving in and then out again. The lube ensure that the silicone shaft glides so smoothly each time the machine pushes it into my cunt.

As he watches me being fucked like this, my arse filled with a plug he unbuttons his trousers, pulls out his cock and starts to slowly stroke himself in time with the rhythm of the machine. Long slow strokes. Even though I am stuffed full I want him too. I want to feel his body press up against mine as he thrust himself deep into the heat of my cunt.

“Please” I whimper

He steps up to my side grasps a handful of my hair and drags my head to edge of the chair.

“Open” he demands

And the moment my lips start to part he pushes the pre-cum coated head of his dick into my mouth. Unlike with the plug and the dildo he doesn’t pause and let me adjust but drives himself into the wetness and he violates my mouth with his cock matching the rhythm of the machine as it violates my cunt. When his fingers finally reach down between my legs and find the throbbing nub of my clit my thighs tremble in response as he rubs at just the spot I like at the top right of my clit. Within moments I am crying out around his cock as a deep and intense orgasm rips through me which is closely followed by him grasping his cock in his fist again, giving himself 3 or 4 firm strokes and then coating my chin and lips with a shower of his glorious jizz.

He stands for a moment watching me the machine is still slowly fucking away between my cunt the mechanical noise suddenly seems to loud and is at risk of breaking the moment. He flicks the switch and it falls silent. The dildo still firmly wedged deep inside my cunt.

“Got you now” he chuckles as he tucks his still semi hard cock back into his trousers.

But then he is moving the machine and unbuckling the straps. He offers me a hand and helps me down from the chair, giving me a moment to steady myself then he guides me over to the small table in the corner of the room where he has set up some drinks and food.

“What about the plug?” I ask

Oh that can stay where it is for now. We have this place for the whole evening and if I remember rightly your fantasy involves that machine fucking you while I take your arse. So you keeping that plug in a bit longer seems a good idea, don’t you think?

And he passes me a drink as he settles down in the chair opposite at me.

“We so ain’t done yet, honey” he says she he chinks his glass against the edge of mine “Bottoms up!”