The Fucking Machine

by Cristiano Caffieri

“I can assure you that you will be completely satisfied with this particular model,” said the handsome young salesman, tapping the black Sybian Machine as if it was a pet dog,
Brianna looked embarrassed, “well if you could put it in some kind of plain box I’ll take that one.”

“I can delivery discretely to your address if you wish,” he replied, “it’s part of the service.”
“That would be great I only live a couple of miles away.”

Receipt in hand Brianna went home and waited patiently for delivery that was promised for sometime around six. The young man didn’t turn up until seven.

“Sorry I’m late,” he apologized but I had another delivery to make and the lady insisted on me teaching her how to use it.”

“Is that part of the service?”

“It is but it’s usually something that’s arranged at time of purchase and she didn’t mention it then and so I was not expecting to have to show her all the things the machine will do.”

“You didn’t mention anything about that to me.”

“No I usually wait for the customer to ask, I don’t like to suggest it myself in case it’s misconstrued.”

“I’d certainly like to know how to work it for maximum effect,” she said, looking him up and down wondering if he’d be a good fuck.

“I can show you that, I’ve done it with dozens of women,” he paused, “demonstrated the machine I mean.”

Brianna thought a guy with his looks and physique probably had done it with dozens of women.

“Let’s unpack it and I show you how to set it up,” he said.

The basic explanation only took ten minutes and then he asked if she’d like to try it out while he was there. He helped to position her and then she took off her panties and gently slid onto the dildo end.

“Now switch it on,” he said.

It had variable speeds and as it slid up and down her cunt he sat right in front of her and guided her through the process until she had an almighty orgasm and screamed at the top of her lungs.

“That is a great machine,” she gasped, her body still trembling.

“I’ve had no complaints,” he said, standing up and flexing his shoulders as if trying to demonstrate his masculinity.

“It’s hard to know how it compares with the real thing,” she smiled, “I’d like to see whether it measures up to what you’re hiding in your pants.”

“I could show you – if you insist.”

“I insist,” she said, and as if he did this on a regular basis he unzipped his flies and produced an enormous dick.

She wrapped her long fingers around the dildo and then around his cock. “I like yours better,” she informed him and she immediately took it into her mouth. As he moaned and swayed on his feet a little she sucked on it hard but not enough to make him cum. She wanted that inside of her snatch, not her mouth.

Loosening his belt his pants fell to the floor and then she positioned herself with her legs wide apart and beckoned him with her middle finger. It took just three seconds for him to kneel between her thighs, and two seconds to ram his eight-inch cock deep inside of her.

He had acted rather gentlemanly up to this point but once he’d penetrated her he completely changed, in fact, he literally tore her top off and did the same with her bra.

“You want fucking and fucking hard – well you’ve come to the right man,” he cried and holding on to her pointy tits he started to ram it up her and yell all kinds of obscenities. Feeling that hard dick piercing her crack and his balls bouncing against her hairy mound she also went a little ape.

“Fuck me – fuck me – fuck me,” she repeated, “I want your cum inside of me.”

When he shot his load he let out a primeval roar and she wrapped her legs around him so she could squeeze out every last drop. They both sat on the sofa for a few minutes to get their breath back and Brianna, thinking this could be a relationship in the making, asked him if he’d like to stay the night.

“I like to,” he sighed, “but I have two more deliveries to make.” THE END

Sex games make life worth loving!

Copyright 2019 Cristiano Caffieri. You may not sell, license, sub-license, rent, transfer or distribute any part of these stories or the photographs herein in any format, or claim ownership.

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