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.