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Machine

I am the assistant of a "mad scientist", one of those who invents some impossible machines. I'm mad about him since time ago, but I've never confessed to him even though I've sometimes catched him looking at me with a glimmer of interest in his eyes.

I have been helping him to assemble a very strange machine and now I have to do the first test to see if it is feasible and what has to be improved.

I'm wearing a white bath coat, nothing underneath. I am nervous for the experiment, also by having to stand naked before him, who is entering orders at his computer and console controls, a panel full of bright lights and multiple monitors, ignoring me.

I take off my coat and I lay on a platform in the center of the room. He helps me put the legs in supports on each side of the platform, my sex is very exposed, open. I feel a little embarrassed, I am very wet. He ties my legs and ankles with black velcro tape for not move at all, looking at me so intense that makes me blush. Then other bands go through my chest, immobilizing my arms. When I'm all subject, he goes again upon his screen and begins the experiment.

"Phase one". The lights dim and an arm of metal goes down from somewhere out and locates over my body. The end of the tip that is directed towards me is a translucent material, soft but strong, very flexible. It stops when it touches my clitoris and then begins to move, gently but decisively. I'm being mastubated with cold precision, pressure and proper movements. I experiment waves of pleasure, I can not repress a groan, the machine is doing it so well, almost as if I was doing it myself, with the added curiosity that it's not me ...

"Phase two" announces my scientist. Another metal arm goes toward my wet pussy, but this time the size is considerably larger. Being so wet, it doesn't cost anything to enter the correct depth and start moving in syncronicity with the finger that is already fucking me. I can't avoid moving a little, following its sway. I'm moaning without hesitation, so excited now, forgetting all my fears and letting myself go.

"Phase Three." Something like hands emerge from the sides of the platform and my boobs are positioned in the press, being massaged, pinched the nipples or gently caressing them, their changin movements are driving me crazy.

"Phase Four". A jet of what I guess is lubricant sprays my buttocks and introduces into my anus. I feel like another finger pressing there and making its way inwards, at first slowly, then attached to the swing that is in my pussy, alternating. I cry, it hurts a little at first, but I get into it and then the pleasure is indescribable, I feel that I lose my head.

The machine is fucking me hard without stop, I'm at the limit, I can not stand it anymore, I'm so hot that I can't avoid come.... I tell it to my boss, between wheezings.

To my surprise, the machine does not stop, but keeps going on and on ...

I look at his post and I see him next to his console, eyes bright, no detail of what's happening is lost. He has opened his lab coat, has removed his pants and stands looking at me with a huge erection, masturbating, so hard while his machine possesses me. He slowly approaches me, a lever press and the platform that holds my head falls back and I hang on the rim. He's wagging his cock before my lips and I try to catch it with my tongue, so he puts it inside my mouth and I start to suck it, full of desire. He stucks it to my throat while watches very closely what his machine is doing to me, how those two pistons go in and out of my body, two big cocks fucking me, a finger touching my clit and my tits pressed and caressed, all at once. He caresses my convulsed belly, climbing through my chest and pressing my throat. I'm still groaning with his cock in my mouth, as I feel another wild orgasm inside of me, he is also coming and I feel his milk slipping over my face. I beg him to stop the machine, it's so intense I can't go on anymore.


He goes to his console with that intention, but something is going wrong, he is not able to stop it although he tries so hard to do it. I come again. He tells me, "Hold on, shorty, you can make it, just hold on a little more ..."


I get rid of my tether, my pelvis is moving along the rush of the machine, now I'm not letting it up, I ask it for more and more, faster, harder... until it starts to smoke and soon stops, definitely broken.

My scientist comes to me, to help me lower the platform and wrappes me in a hug with the bathrobe.

He doesn't seem angry that I have destroyed his experiment.

"Wow! You are a really sex machine, honey, you're over my fansasies about you so far..." he says with a smile.

I think now he has noticed me, and what he has found pleases him a lot.

Sunday (Killingkittens' story)

Sunday morning.
It's very early, even though the sun has raised time ago and I'm liying on my bed at feet, writting frantic on my notebook an erotic story. Almost an hour has passed by since I woke up feeling hot, with the images of what happened last night in mind, and I'm triying to represent them in words to always remember and so others can enjoy them through my writtings.

You are sleeping on the right part of the bed, sideways, your left arm stands comfortably extended on my pillow.

I leave my story on the beside table and I lay up half bed, stretching on a yawn.

My wrists fall over your open hand and that awakens again my feverish imagination. I picture you holding them hard, maybe having tied them before with some handcuffs, yeah, that will be so fine... I sight.
I put my legs together, rubbing them, feeling erotic. My left wrist stands there on your palm as my right hand slowly descends, caressing lightly my chest, as it was your own hand. In my dream you look at me fix, getting hard with my body at your will, full of desire for your touch.
Your right hand is actually beside my waist, I catch it on my way down and I guide it through my skin, letting it rest over my pubis.
Start to jerk off, feeling the heat and the pressure of the weight of your hand down under, imagining that it is you who is doing it, your mouth close to my ear, whispering with deep voice: "well done, whore, move!... you like it, uh? you are so damn wet! ... I want to see you come "...

I feel your warm breath on my neck, I love when you kiss me there, you know that when you do it, I lose control and you enjoy that a lot. But now you want to make me suffer.

My pussy is so wet, throbbing, my fingers move with precision on my clit, the pleasant little pain of your absence on my inside, I want to get your fingers deep inside me but I'm delaying it, postponing the moment ...

Your left hand has been closing round my wrist in your sleep, that gives more realism to my fantasy and I have to choke a groan on my forearm. I'm panting, mouth dry, I lick my lips to get them moist. If you'd wake up now and find me like this, what would you say? Will you like it?

I have closed my eyes, fantasizing that you're actually making me believe you're still asleep, having fun with how I feel, and that you will drop your hand at any time and bury your fingers on my pussy. I figure them in and out of me, covered with white fluid, my vaginal muscles just trying to caught'em, my hips moving up and down following your rythm, both in my head and in reality. Your hand is so hot! And I want you so badly to do it! That makes me go faster, your voice in my dream is still saying, "well done, well done, move on, come for me"...

But just when I'm about to get it, you stir in your sleep, turn around, loose my wrist and get away from my belly, leaving me all hot, dripping and upset because you're really still asleep.

I bite your arm and shock you awake. "Witch!" you say affectionately, "What time is it? ... It's too early! It is Sunday!...

I do not know if I should explain you what has happened and let you end the anxiety that I have between my legs or enjoy a little bit more of this little torture.

I lay face down on the bed and, holding back my pen and pad, start a new worksheet and detail everything that just has happened. I still feel very excited, so I insert a finger inside me as I write and my pussy sucks it like a baby. Puff! If I'm not going to finish it, I'd better leave it alone, I think.

You scratch your back, contrite, trying to decide if you keep on sleeping or wake up now. When you opt for a quick visit to the bathroom, you give me a glance and ask me what I'm writting. I answer that all the stuff I've been doing while you slept. "Have you abused a lot of me?" you say laughing. I take your place in bed, still with the warmth of your body, because it is closer to the door and you'll hear me more clearly. I begin to explain you in detail how hot I got, the things I thought you were doing me...

When you come back, you lay by my side, on my previous site, listening carefully, I could say that I managed to wake up at all, you like what you hear. You're caressing my ass while we look at each others eyes, your hand has decided to go down between my ajar thighs, finding me still very wet.

One finger starts entering me very slowly, and I stop talking. I'm going crazy 'cause that's just what I wanted you to do. I've lost my pen but I do not mind, I look after it later. I groan on the mattress, legs wide open now, you're lying over my back, your other hand on its way under my body reaching my swollen clit, masturbating me strongly.

"I'll give you a good ending to your story." I stick to the bars of the bed, running again my fantasy of being immobilized, your hands knowing what I wish, they adapt perfectly to my movements, you bite me gently on the shoulder, whispering me things I like to hear and finally I feel it coming. The long delay of my orgasm makes it very intense, I lose sight of the world, and do not know who I am, everything becomes bright orange.

Your fingers are deeply stuck inside me feeling my coming and then I relax, I let go, enjoying the sensations. I laugh out loud, happy. We stay in bed, easy.

I will reward you and write this sweet ending a little later, no rush, after all, it's Sunday.

Lately I've heard a story. It's said that everytime a woman touches herself to get some pleasure, God kills a little cat in punishment. That's why they call "killingkittens" to women's masturbation. That's why I call my story like that.