Once we’d set the sex machine to a suitable depth, and slipped on the dildo that comes with it, it seemed almost not to give it a proper go. It was right there, after all! A fat cock attached to a robot in the middle of my living room! I was already wet at the thought of getting fucked with it, and my partner’s jeans were straining with the effort of containing his erection.
As he turned up the dial and I moaned ‘keep going, keep going, yeah that’s it’, he watched as the dildo slipped in and out of my cunt, getting wetter the more it fucked me. It was, apparently. He tells me that watching the in-and-out motion is especially hot – so different to the one you see when you’re staring down at your own cock thrusting into someone. The movements are so precise. So perfect. So rhythmic. As long as I stay dead still, this machine can continue fucking me for as long as I want it to – and for as long as he wants to watch.
He slid his dick inside my mouth first – thick and oh-so-fucking- from watching me get fucked by the sex machine. It jammed into the back of my throat, pinning me there as he turned the dial again. The machine started thrusting forward into my wet cunt, and I instinctively started to ride it back and forth, timing the strokes as I swallowed his cock with the rhythm of the machine.
A few more strokes, shallower this time as I nudged myself slightly forward to take his full length into my mouth again. He moaned at the back of his throat, that delicious noise he makes that tells me he’s coming: it’s inevitable. As he kept his eyes firmly trained on the sight of the dildo fucking rapidly in and out of my cunt, his cock began to twitch and jerk and he came. Pumping the first few ropes of cum into the back of my throat, then nudging the dial so the sex machine fucked me harder, making me lose my grip on his still-squirting cock and catch the second half right in my face.



















