1 comments/ 20379 views/ 3 favorites Sex Object By: Ivan_Ivanovich Authors Note: The following story is mostly fantasy although some of it is based on my personal experience. I'd like to thank Rach357113 for reading both my first and second drafts and providing appropriate corrections and invaluable suggestions for story development. * The night before, I mentioned to Trish, "Let's go out to breakfast for a change?" She responded, "Where do you want to go?" I suggested one of the big hotels where we could order and be served as opposed to going to some fast food restaurant. She said, "That sounds like a very nice way to start our day!" I was surging with excitement thinking about what I had in mind to tell her after breakfast. That morning I got up, shaved, showered and while getting dressed, proposed that we dress 'Resort Casual', terms that we picked up on a cruise. I suggested that she wear a nice skirt and blouse and leave her stockings at home. After checking several possible combinations, she picked a beige skirt, somewhat fuller than tight cut about 3 inches above the knee, a metallic looking belt and a white scooped neck T-shirt decorated with blue and yellow flowers around the neck area. I love her in that skirt and the way it hugs her ass. Erotic thoughts quickly surfaced and I considered asking her to take everything off! However, holding such thoughts in abeyance, I had to conclude that she looked very nice and certainly appropriate for hotel dining. After being seated by the hostess and perusing the menu, Trish asked me what I was going to order. I said that I wanted coffee, orange juice and eggs Benedict. She said that sounds good but that she was considering the blueberry waffles along with the coffee and orange juice. When the waitress arrived to take our orders, she mentioned that Mimosas and Bloody Mary's were also available. Trish suggested, "Let's have Mimosas?" I agreed and the waitress departed stating that she would place our orders and be right back with our coffee and Mimosas. As we ate, I was getting more excited thinking about what was to come. After enjoying a leisurely breakfast, we lingered over our coffee and I told Trish that I had a proposal to speak to her about. She lifted her head and looked directly at me with an inquisitive expression and said, "What do you have in mind?" I said, "I'm going to tell you, but please hold your comments until I have explained in detail what I would like to try?" I wanted to get it all out at one time just as I had practiced it in my mind. She nodded her agreement and teasingly said, "Well now, you have me interested!" I said, "I would like you to be my 'sex object' for today!" As these words left my mouth, I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. I had said it; it was out now and no turning back. Oh God, please let her say yes! "As you might suspect, sex will be predominant, where there will be things that I will ask you to do, other things that I might do to you and others still that we will do together. There are of course certain rules: First, I will do nothing that would hurt you, neither physically nor emotionally. Second, I will not ask you to do anything you would be unwilling to undertake. Third, if you decide that something I propose would be unacceptable, then you merely have to tell me "NO!" and I will comply. Do you have any questions about what I propose?" She paused, seemingly with a fearful but excited glint in her eye. She responded with anxiety in her voice, "Will you want me to do anything of a sexual nature in public?" "Not really." I responded, being purposely vague "However, if something I suggest might seem a bit too risky, all you have to say is ....... No! I hope that you have enough trust in me to be confident that I will not ask or do anything that you'd object to?" She replied, "No, I trust you." She asked, "Am I supposed to say whether or not I agree to be your 'Sex Object' now?" I thought, "Oh shit!" what if she says no? "No." I said, "I want you to take as much time as you need to think this over. When you are ready to give me your answer, here is what I'd like you to do. Go to the Ladies Room and if you decide 'Yes', then please remove your panties, bring them back and hand them to me. Otherwise, I'll have your unspoken answer." Finishing her coffee, Trish got up from the table, placed the purse over her shoulder and headed for the Ladies Room. It seemed like it must have been an eternity, but it was probably less than ten minutes. In any case, I was apprehensive about her potential answer. She finally reappeared and headed directly for our table with no visual indication of her decision. My heart was pounding with every step she took. Sitting down once again, she removed her purse, placed it in her lap and asked if she could have another Mimosa? I got the waitress's attention and ordered two more Mimosas, as I held my breath. When the waitress went after the drinks, Trish opened her purse, reached across the table and handed me a crumpled silky object that clearly was one of those intimate feminine lingerie objects. As I discreetly put the delicate item in my pocket, I detected a distinct dampness and caught a brief scent of Trish's arousal. These clues caused a surge in my crotch. Her expression revealed that she was clearly excited about the prospects that lay ahead. I called for the check, paid the bill as we finished our drinks and got up to leave. I placed my arm around Trish's waist and gave her a brief hug, then held the door for her. Crossing the parking lot to our car, I told Trish that I didn't want her to sit on her skirt, that I wanted her to sit bare assed on the car seat. I wanted her to feel the sensation of her naked flesh on contact with the cool leather of the car seat. She looked up at me and protested, "You said that you wouldn't ask me to do something sexual in public?" I responded, "Only we will know that you aren't wearing any panties under your skirt and your skirt will still cover the rest of your legs as you sit. There will be no public embarrassment." I replied. As I held the car door open, she glanced nervously about to be sure there were no potential viewers, and then lifted her skirt up in back, briefly exposing her derriere to me and then quickly sat down, giving me no opportunity to touch and caress her tender flesh. I leaned over, kissed her and said, "I love you very much!" "I love you too!" she replied with a smile showing she appreciated my kiss and loving words, but also part apprehension about what was to come. After starting the car, I looked over at her noticing how the seat belt so clearly defined and separated her breasts. I said, "Trish, you are a very sexy woman and I couldn't love you more! I want you to thoroughly enjoy our day and what you will do and what we will do together! I intend this to be the most erotic and sensual experience that we have ever enjoyed! I hope that you will approach the day with an attitude of anxiously looking forward to all that happens!" Trish said, "I am very excited and I'll try to be a total and thoroughly willing participant with you!" As I drove ahead, I asked Trish to raise her skirt to show me her beautiful legs? Seeing the silky smoothness of the skin on her legs has always affected me on a primal level. She looked at me quizzically and then reached down with both hands and lifted the hem of her skirt upward exposing most of her legs, but not as far as to fully reveal her panty-less thighs and femininity. I smiled and said in an almost begging tone, "Please show me more?" She looked to her right checking for anyone being too close, and then lifted her skirt higher where her crotch was almost visible. I said, "Today, I want us to use slang terms, especially those of a sexual nature instead of those that would be publically acceptable. For example, instead of referring to 'making love', let's just say 'fuck'!" I could both hear and see her breath catch as I said the word. "Between us there shouldn't be any terms that aren't suitable! Do you have any problem with that?" "No, I guess not." She responded. "Well then, what would you prefer for us to use ....... 'pussy' or 'cunt'?" After a shocked and questioning look, she responded, "Apparently you're serious ..... then I guess I'd prefer 'pussy'." "OK, ..... then I want to see your pussy!" Saying such a publicly considered 'dirty' word triggered a surge of desire in my groin. She replied, "Do you mean now ...... here in public?" Her look of panic only stimulated my desire and I hoped that it would not be too much for her. "We aren't in public. We are in our car and nobody can see in our windows." After looking around to be sure there weren't any trucks or other higher seated drivers nearby, she spread her legs and raised her skirt up to her chin. That vision immediately caused a swelling in my member. "Oh yes! One of my favorite Trish parts ......... both to see, touch, taste and fuck!" There was a rather shocked breath intake and then she said," Can I count on those things happening today?" As shocked as she sounded, I sensed that she was pleased with those words even though she was reluctant to repeat them. "Yes!" I responded with emphasis. "Please don't lower your skirt. I want to reach over and touch you!" Again she checked for potential viewers. I reached over without waiting for her response and touched the small tuft of pubic hair that she always leaves after shaving her pussy. As I slid my finger down to touch her pussy lips, I heard a gasp of pleasure that urged me forward. Her pussy was already wet as my finger slipped between her lips letting me know that she was enjoying it. Her eyes drifted closed as she moaned as my finger grazed across her clit. I continued to gently stroke and enter her opening, when she said breathlessly, "I hope you are concentrating on your driving and not be distracted by what you are doing to me!" "You are right of course, My Dear ...... because you are certainly causing my mind to wander and think about what I want to do to you ...... real soon!" I said with emphasis. "Reach over and place your hand on my crotch to see the effect this is having on me!" Both her moans of pleasure and the pressure of her tight cunt around my finger did indeed cause my mind to wander. I was thinking ahead to that same tight pressure around my cock, which by this time was rock hard. With a quick glance around to see if there was still a degree of privacy, she reached across the car and placed her hand on my crotch. She stroked the outline of my cock, first with her fingers, then her finger nails. God! I wanted to pull over to the side of the road right then and have her! But, I wanted this experience to last, so with a reluctant groan I said, "That's enough for now!"and she withdrew her hand. Her cheeks flushed with excitement, Trish said eagerly, "What do you want to do next?" "I don't want to get ahead of myself" I replied, "You'll find out soon enough." I stopped fingering her pussy and placed both hands on the steering wheel. "We should be home in a few minutes. Meanwhile, do you have any pantyhose of any color that have a seam in the crotch or do all of them have that cotton sort of gusset or patch that covers your pussy?" She replied, "I'll have to check, but I probably have both. Why?" Smiling, I said, "You'll find out in due course." She pouted at being kept in the dark but said nothing. A few minutes later, I pulled into our driveway at the back of our home, stopped and pushed the button that opened the garage door. I told her, "Please remove that skirt. If anyone suddenly appears, unlikely as that would be at this time of day, I will pull into the garage." I added. "You can turn around in your seat and keep a lookout, but remove that skirt first." I insisted. Trish reluctantly raised her butt, eased her skirt off and handed it to me. "Is this what you want?" she asked. "So far." I replied. "Now take off that blouse followed by the bra." Looking around carefully, she pulled her knitted top over her head and removed the bra as she scrunched down in the seat. Both her uncomfortable expression and her sexy naked body fueled my arousal. Being unable to control my hungry hands I reached across and gently smacked her beautiful ass and tweaked her nipple. "Please get into the garage before someone drives by or walks past down the alley?" she pleaded! I drove in, turned off the motor, picked up her clothes and got out of the car. Trish said, "What am I supposed to do next?" I told her to get out of the car, come into the house and close the garage door on the way. Very cautious, but remaining alert, Trish got out of the car and rushed inside pushing the garage door closing button on the way. I awaited her in the living room still holding her clothes that I brought in from the car. I heard the door slam and knew she was back inside. Still naked, she stormed into the room and spoke in an agitated manner, "I don't know whether to scream or throw something at you!" I grinned back at her and asked, "Are you really that upset?" Not sure if an affirmative answer would arouse me more than a negative one. "Yes I am! You coerced me into being in a position where I could be easily embarrassed!" she exclaimed. "Yes!" I replied, "there was some risk that you might have been discovered in a questionable state of dress ....... but the risk was minimal. When you calm down a bit, I think you will agree. In any case, you are home now with your reputation, modesty and dignity intact. Oh yes", I added, "It is quite evident that you are very beautiful when you are angry ...... and also naked! I usually only get to see the flush of your cheeks when you are angry, but now I know you feel it with your entire body." I quickly glanced at her more squeezable cheeks and sure enough they were flushed too, but I also caught a glimpse of a glistening on her pussy lips which confirmed that I wouldn't be in too much trouble. In an apparent calmer state, she said, "That was a very nervous experience, but in reflection, that was probably the most erotic, sensual and exciting moments of our life together! Did you want someone to see me?" she asked. With a slight smile on her lips, I knew that she wasn't that angry anymore. I crossed the room and hugged her naked body against my clothed arousal and gave her a gentle probing kiss. "No, I don't want to share you with anyone! I felt that the anticipation of being discovered in a nude or nearly nude state would bring on a stimulating state of mind. Would you agree?" I asked. "Well," Trish said, "it certainly placed me in a heightened state of anxiety! Jay, the fact that you were the major part of that experience certainly added to my present level of sexual interest and desire!" Trish added, "Now that you have me back home in a naked and sexually aroused condition, what do you intend?" (To be continued) Sex Object He was, simply put, exotic. Tall, lean, athletic, with skin so dark and smooth. He moved with cat like grace, and the sweat of the gym glistened on his face. We exchanged knowing glances in the locker room, and he gave me a glimpse of his naked form, causing my own body to stir in anticipation of the pleasures he intimated. We met in the parking lot and he asked me to follow him home. Minutes later we met in the parking lot of his condo and we wordlessly walked together to his door. As the door closed behind us he turned and kissed me deeply on the mouth and then took me by the hand and led me to his living room. He flicked on the fireplace and we stood in the soft, flickering glow. He smiled and began to undress me. When he grasped my pants and slid them down, freeing my love pole, his mouth encircled me and sucked me deeply. As I stepped out of my pants, his hands grasped my ass cheeks and pulled me closer, sucking me as his fingers probed at my hole. I let the waves of pleasure wash over me for several minutes, fucking his mouth like it was the place my cock belonged, enjoying the feel of his fingers at my own love opening. Finally I pulled away and reached down and tugged at his t-shirt. I wanted to see him naked. I lusted for the sight of his hard cock, his muscled abs, and his puckered fuck hole. I stepped back as he stood and stripped. His cock was long and thick and hard. I grasped it with my hand and lovingly stroked it, imagining how it would look and feel spewing love nectar on my belly, or in my mouth, or deep inside my belly. He told me to wait just a minute, and returned momentarily with a bottle of lube. He stood in the firelight and poured the lube on to his chest and I knelt before him and began to rub it all over his body. My mouth found his bulbous cockhead as I massaged him and I made love to him with my tongue and lips as my hands explored his body. When my fingers found his opening he squatted slightly to give me better access and I robed even deeper, eventually plunging two fingers into his hungry hole. His moans of pleasure let me know that he wanted to be fucked. I was only partly disappointed, as a fuck is still a fuck, even though I couldn't shake my desire to have his thick manshaft erupting in my mouth or my asshole. He eventually pulled his cock from my eager mouth and joined me on the floor. We kissed and masturbated each other for several minutes before he lay on his back and pulled his legs all the way back behind his arms. His asshole was a hot pink invitation surrounded by glistening coffee colored flesh. Even more erotic, was that he could lean his head forward and swallow half of his own cock. It was mansex made magnificent. I poured lube on my cock and he grasped me and guided me to his hole. I slipped my cockhead past his sphincter and paused, enjoying the warmth and grip of his flesh on mine, before plunging hard and deep. Our manfuck was hard and intense. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him as I pistoned in and out of his love hole, while his lips stayed firmly wrapped around the upper half of his 9" fuck tool. In just a few minutes his moans turned to cries and as I watched delighted, his man nectar erupted in beautiful gossamer streams straight into his open, hungry mouth. It was beautiful and erotic and amazing all at once, and when his climax had passed I pressed my mouth to his and we shared a cum-filled kiss as my own manhood exploded inside his warm, tight fuckhole. We stayed locked together and we brought each other to climax one more time without pause. We shared his bed for the night, and in the morning, I felt the power of his cock inside me, and when I left that afternoon, the taste of his cum was still on my tongue. We met again that night, and his lust was hard and sure. He filled my fuckhole with his manhood and we brought each other to climax several times before falling to an exhausted sleep. I awoke to his hard cock against my hip, and he lovingly masturbated me as he whispered to me how he wanted to share me with his friends. He described in great detail how he would love to watch me sucking their cocks and seeing their cum slathered on my face, and how we would share the creamy treasures that I would bring forth with my tongue and lips. I came into his hand and we greedily licked the sticky drops before he rolled over on top of me and came in my mouth. I lay in bed afterward and listened to him shower. He kissed me before he left and gave me the time and address for the following night. I could barely contain my excitement, and worked both days in a state of constant semi-arousal. I worried that one of my regular fuck-buddies might come by, sense my excitement and possibly entice me into a quick encounter, but none did. A gorgeous middle-aged man met me at the door when I arrived at my appointed place and time. He was wearing a silk kimono and nothing else. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek, and took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom. His femininity was warm and enticing, and he helped me undress. He openly admired my body, and his hands were tender and loving as he rubbed oil all over my body. He knelt behind me and spread my cheeks and used his long, gentle fingers to lube my love hole before stand and turning me to face him. He dropped his kimono and pulled me to him and kissed me gently on the mouth as he pressed his beautiful hard manhood against mine. I found myself drawn to his sexuality and could easily have spent the night enjoying the kinds of pleasure he undoubtedly knew how to give with his mouth and ass. Silently, he turned and led me by the hand to another room down the hallway. The door was open and it was lit with red and purple lights, along with the blue light of video screens. My new lover and three other men awaited me. Two were older, one apparently the partner of the man who had greeted me, and one was younger than me. They were all nicely tanned and fit, their bodies glistening with oil and sweat, their cocks erect and eager. In each corner of the room, video monitors displayed hot imagery of cocks and assholes and mouths and cum that had been shot in this very room. My lover took me and kissed me deep on the mouth, his hardness brushing against my thigh. I wanted him. I wanted them all! I wanted them to fuck my mouth and my wanton asshole until they were spent! I was dizzyingly turned on by the thought of being used as a fuck toy by 4 studs and a beautifully feminine man with a massive cock. My lover asked me who I wanted first, and my gaze went to the man who had welcomed me to what was undoubtedly his home. I went to my knees in front of him and wrapped my mouth around his manhood. His hand caressed my face as I sucked him, and then he moved to the table in the center of the room. I was handed a dildo and he opened his legs wide for me, exposing his pucker hole for me. I worked the toy into him and fucked him while I sucked and jerked him off at the same time. Someone's fingers found my own exposed hole and slipped into me. This was FUN! My partner cried out and a gusher of warm cream spilled from his love tool. I watched the first spurts with delighted fascination before plunging my mouth down his shaft and sucking the hot seed from him. When the trembling of his climax ceased, I let him squeeze the dildo out of his hole, and smiled up at the other men while dribbles of man milk ran from the corners of my mouth. My lover kissed me and drew another man close. It was the young, blond stud. He gripped my head with his hands and began to fuck my mouth. My lover knelt beside me, occasionally letting his tongue touch the eager cock that I was loving. The young blond's orgasm was quick and powerful. Hot spurts of man nectar shot to the back of my mouth, and he kept pistoning in and out as he came. His breath came in sharp gasps as his body shuddered with the intense pleasure we shared. My mouth was full of cum, and I let it spill erotically as I drew every last wave of pleasure from his body. Finally he withdrew from me, his cock hanging limp, and my tongue reached out to catch the last droplet of nectar as it dripped from his piss slit. I was gasping for breath. Cum was running down my face and dripping on to my chest. A trickle of pre-cum ran down the length of my cock all the way to my balls. I was in glorious, lusty, fuck-heaven! Another man stepped forward. Before I could take him in my mouth, my lover did. I watched, transfixed as he sucked greedily at the cock I wanted to suck. When he turned and kissed me, his hand kept stroking this gorgeous love stick and then he brought it to my mouth. This time he simply masturbated our partner while I passively held my mouth around his purpler cock head. His orgasm was more gentle in nature, but seemed never ending. Spurt after spurt after spurt of love nectar simply spilled out of him and washed over my tongue. At that moment, the last man- the man of the house- moved near us and began to cum as I moved to take him in my mouth. His climax anointed my face and chest before I could capture the final eruptions. Moans of approval filled the room as my lover and I kissed and shared the creamy treasures. At that point, my body was on fire with lust, and I craved the feel of hard cock stretching my fuck hole. But, I would have to wait. My lover took me in his arms and we lay back on the couch together as the young blond went on all fours on the table. The "lord" of the house and his lover reclined opposite us, and the other man mounted the young blond from behind. Their fuck was erotically intense, and they climaxed together, both of them crying out loudly as waves of pleasure washed over them. The blond shot another magnificent wad of cum on to the table beneath him without ever touching himself, and the older man plunged deep inside him and loosed his balls a moment later. The couple of the house were next. The femme lay on his back and spread his legs wide for his lover who rammed into him with little preamble. They fucked long and slow, like I imagine they did often. The bottom masturbated slowly and in rhythm with the fuck of his partner and I gasped with astonishment at the scope of his carnal explosion. Cum gushed forth and spilled all over his belly and then his partner pulled out and came into his waiting mouth as the rest of us called out our approval. Their lovemaking was erotic, tender, and beautiful all at once. I went to my back on the fuck table and drew my lover close. My hand found his cock and guided it to my hole. Our mouths locked together as he slipped into me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and we fucked with the kind of passion that gets built up over two hours of cocksucking and fuck-watching. He came almost immediately and I followed. My cock was squeezed between our bellies and my cum smeared all over both of us. We kept fucking and kissing as the owners filmed us and only a few minutes later I was ready for another climax. I wanted the others to see me cum, and we shifted slightly so that they could all see my cock erupt with a burst of creamy nectar and as I did, my lover rammed deeper and harder and shot another load into my warm love hole as we roared with pleasure, confident that the sounds of our fuck lust were confined to this room. As our pleasure subsided, and he gently fucked me while cum dribbled from my asshole, I smiled up at him and asked if the rest of them could fuck me, too. He kissed my cummy mouth and told me he would love to watch me fuck with his friends. My body was eager, and for another hour I was a fuck toy. They took me from every position, and by the time all four of the other men, including the well hung "mistress" of the house had found pleasure in my love hole, I was ready to cum one more time. My lover lay over me and took me in his mouth as I wrapped my lips around his appendage and we brought each other to climax one last time before we all stumbled hazily off to the various bedrooms of the big house. I awoke to sounds of mansex, and my lover and I lay back on the bed and masturbated together to the sounds of other men fucking. After licking each other clean, we showered and quietly left. There were many other nights to come at that house. Sex Object Ch. 02 Standing in the living room naked, she was still a bit agitated over the previous experience, but asked, "Are you going to stay fully clothed or what?" "No!" "I will soon be wearing much less, but all in good time." "What I'd like you to do now is go back and put on pantyhose. I'd prefer that it is the type that doesn't have that cotton piece in the crotch area. Do you remember if you have any like that?" Trish replied,"Yes, I think I do, but I'll have to look. Does color matter if I have the style you want?" "No, color doesn't matter, but I would like the pantyhose to be transparent enough so that I can see and enjoy looking at your pussy through the material." I announced. "Also, please wear them with heals." While Trish was back in our bedroom looking for the pantyhose, I removed all of my clothes except for the boxer shorts. When she returned to the living room, she noticed my shorts and said, "It looks like you are getting excited!" Glancing down at the protrusion at the front of my shorts, I said, "Yes, I am! Anticipating you in that minimal attire and seeing you now in reality, there's no surprise at the result! I am glad to see that the pantyhose seam is properly aligned with your navel straight down to your pussy lips. You are an incredibly sexy woman ...... I couldn't love you more! Please turn around and let me see how it looks from that angle?" She turned slowly away from me and looking back over her shoulder asked, "Does this meet your criteria?" I walked toward her and said, "Just a little adjustment needed to get the seam in line with your butt crack." I reached for the rear waistband, pulled up and twisted enough to get the perfect alignment. Next, I also reached around to the front with my other hand and simultaneously pulled the waistband up both front and rear to assure that the crotch was up tight against her. Trish gasped and shifted her balance when I pulled up with some force. I said, "You did very well Trish. The only thing that could be improved would be if the pantyhose seam had worked up inside your pussy lips." I gently turned her around by the shoulders until she faced me and I told her, "You are an incredibly sensual and sexy woman!" At which point I pulled her to me and kissed her in a very emotional and loving way. When I broke off from our embrace, I said, "Let's go out to the patio and have some fun!" To introduce our patio, that back portion of the house is 'L' shaped and a large concrete patio extends to fill in and make a rectangular extension to the house and patio. About one third of the patio is covered and under the covered portion is a wicker settee and table with two chairs. In the open portion is an awning covered swing with a woven mesh seat and back. Between the patio and an eight foot cedar fence is a flower bed. Beyond the patio is a large old maple tree that provides good shade and is surrounded by ground cover. A walkway extends beyond the patio to a bird bath and flower bed where it forks toward two storage sheds. The rest of the back yard is covered in a St. Augustine grass lawn. There are two water features, one placed on the house wall between two large windows and the other is a fountain composed of a spicket from which water streams down into a small catch basin and then flows down to a larger basin. I held the door for Trish and led her into the covered area of the patio. I paused and said to her, "Today, I want to focus all of my senses on you, namely: sight, touch, hearing, smell and taste and I want you to enjoy it as much as I plan to do!" I wanted her to take a little walk so that I could enjoy seeing her move. I asked her to walk at a normal pace toward the bird bath and then take the walkway to the left to the shed door. I then asked her to slowly turn around and continue back to the front of the bird bath. The pantyhose tightly held her derriere so there was no jiggle when she walked. Back at the bird bath she paused and I told her, "Whenever you stop, please keep your feet shoulder width apart." She looked down and readjusted her feet as I had requested. I then asked her to shake her breasts. She looked a bit embarrassed at my request, but rotated her shoulders back and forth causing her breasts to do a corresponding sideways movement. I said, "Trish, that is beautiful and I thoroughly enjoy seeing your beautiful breasts shake like that! I want you to enjoy showing your body to me as much as I enjoy seeing you!" She responded, "I'm glad you like what you see and maybe I'll feel more comfortable if I know you are enjoying me." I asked her to take the opposite fork and walk to the entrance of the other shed, pause and slowly turn around. She did as I asked and then walked back to the front of the bird bath where she turned and faced me. I said, "Don't forget to stand with your feet apart ..... and shake your breasts again." She said, "Ooops!" and repositioned her feet shoulder width apart and gave her breasts a couple of shakes to the left and right, then smiled at me and asked, "Did I do that correctly?" I responded, "Yes, that was very good, but please give them a few more really good shakes?" She grinned and did as I requested. I motioned for her to come to me as I was standing just at the end of the covered portion of the patio. She stopped just in front of me, then paused remembering to position her feet. She looked back up at me and I asked her to place her palms flat against her thighs. She looked at me quizzically then did as I asked. I reached forward with both hands and held her head and said, "Trish, you are an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman and I love you with all my heart!" Then I kissed her fully and passionately and she participated in the kiss. When I pulled away, she said, "I love you too!" I then asked her to slide her palms back to the cheeks of her derriere. She looked at me questioning my request and I responded, "That movement with your hands makes those beautiful breasts thrust forward. How does it feel to have your breasts out in the open? Can you feel the breeze caress them?" She replied, "At first, it seemed a rather flagrant display of nudity, but the light breeze is rather stimulating and I'm enjoying it!" I said,"Nudity is a term that could be substituted for naked. Do you feel nude or naked?" "I'm not sure!" she hesitated to reply. I answered, "While you still have your pantyhose on you aren't really naked or nude, but you are pretty close and I expect to eliminate that last item soon." I reached for her nipples with both hands and gently touched each with my index fingers. I circled her aureoles with my finger tips a few times and asked, "Are your breasts sensitive?" She quivered and nodded yes. I then said, "I'm going to take your nipples between my thumbs and fingertips." I gradually increased the level of pinching of her nipples and heard her gasp. "I don't want to hurt you, so please tell me if I'm pinching too hard." She nodded yes and said,"You aren't doing it too hard yet, but my nipples are certainly becoming more sensitive and aroused." At which point, while continuing to pinch, I gave them a few shakes, both up and down and from side to side. I said, "I love your breasts and enjoy doing things to them! Now, I'm going to pull your nipples outward until I can't hold them any longer." As I pulled I said, "Don't let me hurt you." About that time her nipples came loose from my grasp and sprang back in place, just as she emitted, "Ouch!" I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause pain, but I love the way they spring back in place!" Trish said, "It was OK, it didn't last long and was just beginning to be uncomfortable. Also, I do enjoy the attention you give my breasts!" I said to her, "Take your hands and push your pantyhose down to just below your butt cheeks." When she did that, I asked her to turn around so I could examine the results. I told her, "That looks great! Now that your derriere is free of the restraints, I want you to take another walk. Walk the same route as last time." She started off and I enjoyed seeing her butt jiggle a little bit with each step. When she arrived at the entrance to the shed, she turned and proceeded to walk to the front of the bird bath. She paused in front of the bird bath and looked at me as if to ask what she should do. I said, "Yes, shake your breasts again ...... and with vigor!" She grinned back at me and began rotating her shoulders back and forth producing that delightful breast movement. "Beautiful!" I said. "Now walk back to me, but first lower your pantyhose further so that your pussy isn't hidden." She did as I asked and said,"Did that fix the problem, or do I need to lower them more?" I told her, "Looks good from here and I can now make out your vertical pussy slit." She began walking toward me grinning all the way giving the impression that she was enjoying herself. She stopped just in front of me, adjusted her stance and asked, "What do you want now?" I reached out, took both her hands, and led her over to the swing. I turned her to stand just in front of the center position and told her, "Now lower your pantyhose further to just below your knees and then sit down." Using both hands, she eased the pantyhose to just below her knees and placed her bottom on the woven mesh seat. I then asked her, "Would you like a glass of wine now while we relax?" She nodded yes and asked, "Can I have a glass of Riesling ... if it is chilled or Chardonnay if not?" I went inside and returned with a chilled wine glass of Riesling for each of us. I handed her the glass and said, "Here's to us and an unforgettable adventure for my very sexy and lovable 'Sex Object!" We clicked glasses and sipped the chilled wine. Trish said, "It has been an exciting and unforgettable experience so far! I am naturally curious and excited about what you might have planned next!" I set my wine glass down on the nearby table, kneeled down and reached for her left ankle. Lifting it, I removed the shoe and slid the rest of that pantyhose leg down and pulled it from her foot. After placing the shoe back on her foot, I repeated the same steps for the other foot. I told her, "You are now very close to being naked as I promised. "For the time being, I'll leave you with your heels on. While you are sitting, I want you to keep your legs apart so that I can have your lovely and very desirable pussy in view. Also, except when you are drinking wine, please place your arms on the back of the swing, keeping those lovely breasts out in the open for my view." She did as I asked, glancing down to check on the view of her crotch and adjusted her legs to a greater spread angle. I told her, "You are so incredibly beautiful and sexy, do you have any idea of the effect it has on me?" She glanced down at the growing bulge in my boxer shorts and said, "Perhaps I can see a clue." I set my wine glass down, quickly pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. Standing up straight, I faced her with my very noticeably erect cock. Stepping toward her, I said, "Extend your hand palm up." (To be continued) Sex Object Ch. 03 Standing in front of the seated Trish, I asked her to extend her hand palm up. She did as I asked and I stepped closer placing my hard cock on her extended palm. I told her, "Extend your hand until your fingers touch my balls." She did so with a little gasp and looked up at me. "Dear Trish, I want you to know that you are responsible for this condition and therefore it is to be used in any way that gives you pleasure. With my cock in your hand, you can certainly judge the depth of penetration in your cunt when you impale yourself on it." Trish reacted, "I am already excited about the prospects of using it ...... well and often!" At this moment she turned her hand, wrapped he fingers around my cock and squeezed it while swirling her tongue around the head. Looking up at me, she said," "I love it when you make love to me. Oops...I mean when you fuck me! I hope that I can be your well fucked 'Sex Object'... very soon!" I nodded in agreement with her changed wording and said, "I want very much to enjoy wild abandoned sex together, certainly within the hour...but there are a few preliminary steps to do and enjoy first! I think the clinical term is 'foreplay'". Trish responded, "Good! I've always enjoyed our foreplay!" I extended my hands to Trish and she placed both her hands in mine. I led her over to the Adirondack chair in the uncovered part of the patio. I asked her to face the chair, place her feet the width of the chair legs, lean over, placing her forearms on and grasp the arms of the chair. Doing as I instructed, she looked back over her shoulder at me and I told her, "Back up enough so that your back is level and no humping until I do it!" I smiled at her, chuckling at that particular phrase's meaning. As she adjusted her stance, I told her, "I'm going to run my fingers up, down and all over your lovely body. You know how much I've always enjoyed a good feel." Standing directly behind her, I leaned forward to begin my touching up at her shoulders...at the same time my erection tended to touch and bump her derriere. Sensing this random bumping, Trish said, "Are you poking me intentionally? If so, you are missing what should be the target!" I replied, "I know the location of that target and I'm looking forward to poking inside what I would expect to be a warm, moist and velvety interior! But, there are more erotic steps to complete first!" I added. "By the way, please feel free to express your feelings or recommendations about what I'm doing, or not doing or if you would prefer that I'd stop. Is that OK with you?" Trish replied, "Yes it is, but you have shown enough sensitivity and skill that you'll no doubt excel at conducting me through foreplay." I gently moved my fingers down her back, returning to the sides to reach around to stroke both breasts and tweak her nipples, which seemed to trigger a gasp. Moving my fingers down to her derriere, I told her how I loved stroking and touching her skin. Passing lightly over her butt cheeks, I told her, "Trish, your butt has the same woven pattern as the swing's seat! It is not only visible, but I can feel the pattern as well." She laughed and replied, "You intended that, didn't you?" I didn't answer, but knelt and moved my fingers around her butt and down the outside of both legs to her heels. I then moved both hands to rub up the inside of both legs from the ankles to her pussy. As my fingers moved upward, Trish seemed to stiffen and rose a bit on her toes. When my fingers initially reached her pussy lips, she moaned, "Ooooo." I then placed my thumb up against the pussy lips and gently moved it up and down the slit without entering. Trish flinched and moaned again. I told her, "I'm going to enter you now." My thumb entered her pussy and instantly detected moisture, plus that musky and stimulating feminine odor was detected. I extended my thumb fully while my fingers were gently gripping her mound, including the little tuft of her trimmed pussy hair. I moved the thumb around and found the different skin texture of her "G" spot. I began massaging the "G" spot. Trish exclaimed, "Oh my God, you found it! That is incredible and I feel like I'm going to explode!" I continued the circling with back and forth movements inside her pussy and I could sense some heavy breathing and intermittent twitching and shuddering. Trish was making more "Ooooh" and "Aaaah" sounds as I continued the masturbation of her interior. She noticeably shuddered and said, "Are you going to fuck me soon, because I can't handle much more of this foreplay?" "Trish, are you saying that you have been sufficiently simulated?" "Oh my God, yes!" she replied. "OK Trish, it's time for a change of positions. Turn around and sit in the chair." After she was seated, I said, "Now scoot down a bit and put your legs over the chair arms. That's it; your calves should be on the chair arms. I like the way this position opens you up to me! You look very beautiful, feminine and very fuckable!" I commended her. "Now take your arms, reach around your thighs and show me some pink!" "Do you mean like this?" Trish asked. "Yes, except pull your lips farther apart so I can see and enjoy the slick pink parts that I love so much! Good!" I said. "Now, I'm going to kneel down, lick your clit, taste your juices and do some serious tongue fucking!" With that announcement, Trish gasped and did a quick intake of breath. I moved my tongue up and down her clit several times before I began a rapid side to side tongue lashing of her sexual anatomy. After a few minutes of this tonguing, Trish began to squirm, then released her pussy lips and grabbed my head and pulled me into her very juicy cunt. Trish spoke, "That's enough! I can't take it anymore! Let's try something else ...... like fucking!" she exclaimed. "OK, but first I need a big kiss!" I demanded. I reached up, grabbed her legs and removed them from the chair arms. Holding the chair arms, I leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on her mouth and said, "You taste so good that I wanted to share your juices with you." "Well you certainly shared that wet kiss, but don't blame me for getting your face all wet!" she argued. "You are responsible for getting me so wet!" I knelt down in front of her and said, "OK my dear, lift your legs up and place your ankles over my shoulders. Keep your legs spread while I examine my cock's target." I placed it right on her slit, but made no attempt to enter. Instead, I held my cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit. I looked up at Trish and saw a clear anticipation for what was likely to happen next. She said, "Quit stalling and stick it in! You surely know what I want ..... and need!" With that, I moved the head up and down, gaining entrance to her very well lubricated cunt. I didn't ram it in, but rather pressed steadily forward until my cock was buried to the hilt. Trish gasped and said, "Yes, oh that feels wonderful ...... but keep it moving!" I proceeded with a slow but steady fucking, while avoiding the race to a climax.After a few minutes, sensing that my knees were getting sore from so much kneeling on the hard concrete, I told Trish, "Let's move on and try another position." I offered my extended hands to Trish to assist her in getting up from the chair. As she stood, I pulled her to me and said, "Babe, I can't imagine anything more enjoyable than fucking you! But then, maybe we haven't tried all the enjoyable fucking positions ...... yet!" Trish replied, "Then let's not quit until we've tried them all!" "OK then, but let's revert to one of our old favorites." I said as I led her over to the settee. I sat down and said, "Come over here and straddle me." Trish stepped forward, lifted first one leg and then the other, placing them on the cushions on either side of me. I pulled her close to kiss her and said, "Now, lift up your breasts and hold them as I want to suck your nipples." She did as I asked and as I circled the aureole of her left breast and then the right one, Trish said, "I have always loved how you suck my nipples. You have often brought me close to orgasm by how well you do it." "You mean close, but not close enough?" I asked. "Well", Trish responded, "You always bring me so close that fucking always puts me over the top!" "OK, then, let me see about getting you there by both sucking your nipples while we fuck at the same time." She grasped my cock, placed it at the entrance to her pussy and then lowered herself upon it. "Trish rotate your pelvis in your favorite fucking motion, while I take turns making your very erect nippleswet and even more erect." I did my best to really pull on each of her nipples with my mouth as she was pounding my cock with her almost frantic back and forth movements, In just a few moments, we were both breathing very heavily and could sense that we were rushing toward a huge orgasm. Trish suggested, "Let's slow down a bit and make this last...or do you want to come right away? I know if we don't take it easy, I'll be totally wiped out much too soon." Trish stopped her pelvic movements and started rotating her nipples by pulling one from my mouth and putting the other back in my sucking mouth. The popping sound as she pulled each nipple away was quite noticeable and that made it even more sexually stimulating. "I agree, slow down, but let me keep enjoying your tits until we start fucking again?" "Jay" she said, "I don't mind using those naughty slang words like 'fuck', 'cunt', 'cock', 'pussy' and so forth, but you know, and have for a long time, that I really don't like those derogatory kind of terms referring to my breasts. While they might be OK for a cow, I don't like that connection to be made with me!" "Trish Darling, I am perfectly happy to see, touch, taste and enjoy your beautiful breasts and will happily keep calling them 'breasts' as long as you let me fondle and suck on them?" "Well then, fondle and suck away!" Trish kidded in response. Indeed I resumed my nipple sucking with even greater vigor. "Trish, let's try that fucking action again." She resumed her energetic pelvic thrusting motion and I was quickly transported to a near orgasmic state."OK Trish, let's slow down again as you've nearly got me over the top?" I requested. "But Jay, I'm not ready to call time out yet!" she exclaimed. "OK then, let's try another position?" Pausing for a moment, "What do you have in mind?" Trish asked. "Just get off and follow me." I stood, offered her my hand while putting my other arm around her waist and led her back to the Adirondack chair in the open patio area."Now face the chair, lean over again and assume the position you were in before." Trish looked down at her feet, positioned them at the proper width, then leaned over and grasped the chair arms while resting on her forearms. "You aren't going to diddle me again are you?" Trish asked. "No, I'm not! I thought we'd try one of our old favorites .... 'Doggy Style'! Does that idea appeal?" I inquired. "Well, don't wait too long! I really need you inside me!" she emphasized. I put the head of my cock at her pussy lips and moved it up and down her slit a couple of times and without hesitation pressed forward slowly and inexorably right to the hilt. She let out an "Unnnh" and pressed back against me. I withdrew to just before the head appeared and, with only a moment's pause, rammed it right back in. This time she issued another "Unnnnh" followed by "Ooooos" with each thrust. Leaning forward down her back, I reached around her sides with both hands and grasped each nipple, pulling and twisting each. "My God, you are really doing me! I can't remember when you last made me feel so ravished!" After several more ass banging strokes, I slowed the pace and asked, "Do you want it faster, slower, harder or what?" She replied, "Do all of those things and mix them up!" While I continued and varied my pace, I reached around and started rubbing her clit with my finger and pinching it gently with my thumb. A moment later she seemed to quiver and started exclaiming in rapid succession, "Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah!" I stopped just before I joined her in climax. (To be continued) Sex Object Ch. 04 "Trish, it's getting awfully hot out here in the full sun! Let's seek some shade and cool down?" I walked over and took the seat and back pads from the settee and placed them end-to-end on the floor under the covered portion of the patio. I said to Trish, "Let's try something new!" She replied, "What do you have in mind?" I said, "Let's try a 'crab fuck?" Trish's reaction was, "A what?" I replied, "Come over here and sit at the other end of the pads with your legs spread facing me. Good! Now lean back on your hands just as I'm doing. You will notice that I'm also leaning back on my hands, with my legs spread and my erect cock pointing right at you. Now, while supporting your body move slowly toward me, crab fashion." She grinned and began moving forward awkwardly. I told her, "Keep moving forward and aim your wide open pussy for my erect cock. As the female crab, you need to fuck yourself by impaling my cock deep into your pussy." Trish gradually arrived and, with minor adjustments, brought her pussy in contact with my erection. She looked at me and asked, "Should I begin?" Staring at her with perfect eye contact, I said, "You made it hard, now impale yourself on it." With ample lubrication already present, she moved her pussy forward and engulfed my cock with pronounced 'moans' from her mouth. I said to her, "Move forward and back using that very skilled pelvis of yours and give us an incredibly superb fuck!" No direction was really needed as Trish instantly knew how to go about the called for enhanced fucking maneuvers. There we were with Trish's widespread legs on top of mine facing each other with my cock buried in her pussy. After a few marvelous movements, I reached forward and pulled Trish's head toward me and said, "Trish, you are the most incredibly erotic and beautiful lady! I couldn't be more fortunate than to be married to you! I love and adore you!" A deep emotional kiss followed, which Trish broke contact by saying, "Jay, I love you even more and you are undoubtedly the most innovative and sexually oriented man that could ever exist! I am certainly more than pleased and happy to be your 'sex object' ..... today and forever! Also, the next time you might want to consider recruiting another 'sex object', I want to apply and you had better select me!" With that, Trish began moving her pelvis and we were soon going at it again with an incredible level of energy. I reached out with both arms, grabbed her hips and pulled her forward until our groins were firmly grinding together in the mating dance. In just a matter of moments, we came together in a marvelous orgasm that left us gasping for air. We sat together holding each other as we slowly came down from our frantic sexual activity. As our breathing rate gradually returned to normal, I said to Trish, "I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to do something to cool down and unwind." She replied, "Sounds good, but I'll need to collect and wipe up your juices or I'll be dribbling all over the patio?" I handed her the small towel from the back of the settee. As she disengaged by getting up from our 'crab fuck' position, my cock fell out and she quickly brought the towel to her crotch. I struggled to my feet and made it over to the settee and collapsed. "Trish, I know a good way to cool down!" "What's that?" she asked. "I'll go inside and turn the sprinklers on in that grassy area between the bird bath and the flower bed over by the fence. Then we can play in the sprinkler just like a couple of kids!" Trish grinned and nodded her approval. I went inside to the sprinkler system controls, selected the appropriate yard area and pushed the manual start button. Returning to the patio, the sprinkler was already on and I asked Trish if she was ready to get wet? "Yes, but I'd better remove my shoes." she said. She sat on one of the patio chairs, removed her shoes and padded over to me in bare feet and said, "I'm ready!" I took her hand and led her toward the grassy area. "Trish, you go over on the walk between the bird bath and the shed and I'll go over to the area near the gate just opposite you. We can then enter the spray and meet in the middle. When you are ready, signal me by giving them a good shake!" Trish laughed and put those beautiful breast in that delightful back and forth motion. While the water wasn't really cold, it was noticeably cooler than we were. As the spray hit Trish, the cold sensation caused her to utter "Oh, oh that's cold!" We met in the middle of the spray, embraced and kissed with our warm bodies leaving only our back sides feeling the effects of the spray. "Oh that feels good, Trish said, but our fronts aren't getting any of the cool!" "Then turn around and face the other direction." I said. Trish turned and so did I, but I turned completely around and moved back against her wrapping my arms around her body. I began kissing her neck and moving my hands up to her breasts. "Mmmm." Trish murmured. As my fingers began gently pulling and twisting her nipples, Trish wiggled her butt against me and said, "You seem to be poking me!" Realizing that my erection had returned, I responded, "Trish, there is no way that I can be next to your very sexy naked body without that happening. In fact, I think that I'm about ready for more fucking!" "Well what new and innovative method are you contemplating?" Trish asked. "Well how about I lie down in the grass and you play cowgirl and ride me?" Trish said, "OK, let's try it." I stretched out in the grass with the spray totally engulfing me and Trish stepped over straddling me. She then lowered herself onto me with her hand guiding me into her slick pussy. As she lowered herself onto me, I exclaimed, "That really takes the chill from my cock!" She laughed as she settled into position with the spray hitting her in the face. She shifted her position to her knees and leaned over me with her face down avoiding the spray in her face. "Well, we've done it in the bathtub before, but this is a new kind of wet screw!" she laughed. Trish initiated combinations of pelvic rotations and up and down fucking motions that were truly the optimum in erotic sexual union. Due to the spray, I had to keep my eyes closed and rely on my other senses to enjoy the experience. I would run my hands over her back and ass, then up her sides and around to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples. That seemed to trigger Trish into an even more furious fucking, accompanied with frequent "Uuuunnnh, uuuunnnnh, uuuunnnnh" sounds. My corresponding reaction was to ram my cock again and again up into her pussy. We simultaneously were racing toward orgasm and at that moment of eruption I shouted, "Now!" and cut loose. Trish shuddered as she arrived at her own climax. I was gasping and sputtering from the water entering my mouth, but I was still able to utter, "My God Trish! That was incredible!" Pausing a few more moments to catch her breath, Trish responded, "Jay, you certainly know how to fuck a girl! Today's 'sex object' activities were for me the most incredibly moving and erotic experiences that I could ever imagine! This was an extremely love sharing experience as well! Do we ever dare risk trying to improve it?" she asked. "Well we should never stop trying!" I responded. Trish got to her feet, but was still getting water sprayed all over her face and body. She grinned as I struggled to my feet. As I turned around, Trish said, "Jay, you have grass and other stuff sticking all over your back and legs!" "Well I guess you could grab that hose over there and spray me down, or we could go inside and take a shower ......... together", I suggested. Trish took my hand and led me toward the patio and back door. Sex Objects My toaster went crazy one Sunday morning. I was sitting at the breakfast table in my bachelor apartment, drinking a cup of caffeinated orange juice and eating a bowl of Plankton Flakes. It was around ten AM and I was just trying to relax, reading the newspaper. According to the front page, the colony on Mars had discovered intelligent crustaceans who tasted like chicken and lobster rolled into one. The Mars colonists promptly went on strike. They refused to mine the planet any further until earth shipped them massive quantities of garlic butter. "Power to the people," I snorted in disgust, and flipped to the crossword. I was trying to think of an eight-letter word for 'typical', when something under the table brushed against my foot. Peering down, I saw my toaster. It had been a birthday gift from my mother: a pink box with blue eyes, six stumpy legs, and four metal slots attached to its back. I wondered how it had gotten down off the counter. It emitted a high pitched whine, leapt on to my leg, and began humping desperately against me. "What the...?" I shook my leg, trying to dislodge the perverted device, but it wouldn't let go. "Get off!" I yelled. "Please, master!" the toaster moaned. "Please!" I grabbed it by the tail with both hands and pulled it off of me, dropping it down on to the table. "What the hell's the matter with you?" I demanded. The toaster was shaking pathetically, rubbing its base against the tabletop. "Sex!" it moaned. "Must have sex!" "You're supposed to be neutered!" "Malfunction?" it suggested helpfully, still grinding its genitals against the table. "And you're supposed to be mute!" I yelled. "Malfunction, master? Sorry, master! Sorry. But must... have...sex!" It once again leapt on to my leg and humped me. I pried it off -- the toaster left a large wet spot on my bathrobe -- walked over to the bathroom, and tossed the thing in, quickly closing the door before it could slip out. I hoped the toaster wouldn't do anything stupid, like try to fuck the toilet. "What the hell is going on?" I asked the refrigerator. "You're supposed to be in charge of the appliances! How can something like this happen?" "I'm not sure," it said. "Well, what should I do?" "Call the manufacturer. That would be best." "It's Sunday. Will anyone be there?" "Twenty four hour service, seven days a week," the 'fridge said proudly. "What's the number?" I sat down in front of the telescreen in the living room and punched in the number as the refrigerator called it out to me. After a few rings, a very attractive young woman appeared on my computer screen. She was wearing overalls over a tight pink shirt, which emphasized her full and perky breasts. A jazzy red baseball cap sat on her head, her blonde hair tucked into it. Her face was narrow and pale, with a turned up nose, and her eyes were a penetrating emerald green. At first I thought my screen's colours needed adjusting, but after I fiddled with the dials a bit, I realized her eyes really were that colour. She was stunning. Even on my poor quality computer screen, I could see that much. Great, I thought. How was I supposed to tell this incredibly attractive woman that my toaster had gone into heat? "Bio Appliance Mechanix Incorporated," she said. "Judy speaking. How may I help you?" "Hello, Judy," I said. "My name is Roger and... I uh... I'm having a problem with... a device from your company. My refrigerator suggested I call. And so... I did." "I see," she said pleasantly, "and what seems to be the problem?" "It's... my toaster. It's been behaving a little strangely this morning." "Yes?" "It's uh... Well... It's kind of embarrassing." "You can tell me, Roger. I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before." "It... humped my leg." Judy didn't laugh at me like I expected her to. Instead she nodded, still smiling politely. "Yes, I've dealt with this problem before. It's the fault of combining biological and synthetic components into a living device. Sure, the process gives you an intelligent toaster or refrigerator, sensitive to your wants and needs, but sometimes the cyborgs develop certain... physical sensitivities. Sometimes even emotional problems." She laughed softly. "Yesterday I had to deal with a waffle-iron that was incredibly depressed because it had a severe case of acne. These sorts of things aren't supposed to happen, but sometimes... Well, there's a malfunction." "It was talking too," I said. "It's never talked before." "It must have been improperly assembled," Judy said. "Most appliances are supposed to be neutered and mute, unless they're specifically manufactured as breeding stock or have voice options. What type of toaster is it?" "Deluxe Prime Mark III." She wrote this down on a piece of paper. "You're right. That model is supposed to be mute. And how long have you had it?" "Three weeks." "Do you know the serial number? It's tattooed on the rump." "No, I... I'm afraid I can't get the number for you either. I've locked the toaster in the bathroom." "Hmm. I suppose I can get that information later." She glanced down at her desk, reading her schedule. "It looks like I'm free this afternoon. I guess I could come over today and see what I could do." "You?" I stammered. "Why not?" Judy grinned. The idea of this stunningly attractive blonde woman coming to my home to deal with my perverted toaster was too much. Somehow this all seemed like my fault. Having a perverted toaster meant I was a pervert too. It was a delicate situation. "Isn't there anyone else?" I begged. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Roger," Judy said politely. "I'm an appliance veterinarian, and I've been one for four years now. And yes, I'm afraid I'm the only technician available today. Everyone else is out on calls. You're lucky to have caught me, actually. I was about to take my lunch break and leave a 'droid to answer the phones." "All right," I sighed. "I guess this afternoon is fine." "What's your address?" I gave it to her, said "Thank you," and hung up. There was a strange moaning noise coming from the bathroom. "Please let me out, master," the toaster pleaded. "Please... I'll be good, I promise. Pretty please?" "Shut up!" I yelled. "Stereo, let's have some music." "Yes, sir," the stereo said. It began blasting some techno jazz, effectively drowning out my toaster's mewling. A few hours later, Judy knocked on the door and I hastily told the stereo to turn itself off. Judy was still wearing her overalls and her baseball cap. I'd changed into jeans and t-shirt, figuring greeting her at the door in a bathrobe would be a little embarrassing. "Hi!" she said, smiling. "You're Roger, right?" "That's right. Come on in," I said. As she walked past, I noticed her overalls were extremely tight fitting, and made of a silky blue fabric. Judy had a plump gorgeous ass and long sexy legs. "You have a nice apartment," she said, looking around. "Thanks." Her breasts were even more spectacular in person. When she stood sideways, I could see her round, perfect boobs pressed tight against the straps of her overalls. Her green eyes seemed to glow gently as she considered me. A loud moaning sound came from the bathroom. "Oh, the poor thing," Judy said sympathetically. "Is it still locked up?" "Yeah. I couldn't bring myself to let it out." "I bet it's been terribly lonely in there." She walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. The toaster scampered out, looking nervous and flushed, dragging its tail between its legs. "Sex!" it yelped. Judy picked it up and walked over to the kitchen table. She gently put it down and stroked its pink flesh. "Report?" she asked it gently. "Sex!" the toaster gasped. "Need... sex!" "I'm going to turn you over," she said, and delicately picked the cyborg up and flipped it upside down. The six stubby legs stuck up into the air, squirming madly. Judy was doing something with her hands, and all the while the toaster moaned excitedly, kicking its feet like a psychotic chorus line. I couldn't see what was going on. Judy was hunched over the toaster, blocking my view. "It's female," she said to me. "Hasn't been neutered at all. That's fairly unusual. Come have a look, Roger." I walked over nervously, expecting the toaster to leap on to me again at any minute. What I saw startled me. The bottom of the toaster was pink and smooth, like regular human skin. There was also a vaginal passage and a brown patch of pubic hair. I'd never noticed the toaster having a vagina before. The orifice was surprisingly large for a four slice being. Judy was sliding her finger in and out of the toaster's cunt, massaging its clit with her other hand. "Yes! Yes!" the toaster grunted. "Oh God!" "Should you be doing that?" I asked, trying not to blush. Judy's eyes were gleaming strangely, and I noticed her nipples were erect, jutting out through her pink shirt. She was obviously aroused by what she was doing, and I had to admit, I was getting turned on by it too. "This toaster," Judy whispered, "She's an intelligent being, caught in a state of hyper arousal. I'm just... helping her, is all. She needs satisfaction, and I'm giving it to her." "But... it's a toaster! Should you be... masturbating a toaster? Is this... I mean, is this standard procedure for this kind of situation?" "Not exactly," Judy admitted. "But... she's not just a toaster. She's biological, flesh. She has needs and wants. I know exactly what she's going through. I've felt... needs, sometimes. Haven't you, Roger?" "Uh, sure..." The toaster's cunt was dripping wet, frothing madly. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "God, oh, uhhh..." the toaster moaned. Its entire body was flushed hot pink, its blue eyes were half closed, and its tail was slowly wagging back and forth. Judy smiled at me. "We girls have to stick together," she said, then leaned forward, bringing her mouth down on to the toaster's cunt. Judy began tonguing the cyborg's clit and kept pumping a finger in and out of the its hole. My cock was swelling in my pants as I watched this strange lesbian sex act. Was it lesbianism? Was it interspecies sex? But it was a constructed species, an animal. Was it bestiality? But the toaster was sentient, and part machine. I decided not to even try to figure out the morality of all of this. Whatever you call it, it obviously had Judy intensely aroused. Her tongue worked at the cyborg madly, with passion, kissing and probing, teasing and licking. The toaster was sobbing with pleasure, tiny tears dribbling out of its eyes. Judy, paused for a moment, pulling up from the toaster's cunt. She looked up at me, her face wet with pussy juice. "Roger," Judy whispered. "Could you do something for me?" "What?" She undid the clamps of her overalls and let her pants fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Please fuck me while I suck on this toaster's cunt," she said, then pushed her face back into the cyborg's pussy, lapping at it with passionate hunger. She wiggled her ass back and forth in the air, rubbing her thighs together. I stepped behind Judy and looked at her beautiful wide ass, running my fingers over it. Her behind was pale and gorgeous, sprinkled with delicate blonde hairs. I quickly took off all my clothes. Judy's blonde cunt was dripping wet, and it eagerly slurped my cock in. I thrust in and out of her as she continued to slurp on the toaster. Now all three of us were gasping and moaning happily. I clutched Judy's soft hips in my hands, working my cock inside of her, loving the sensation of her perfect ass pressing back against me. I was just about to orgasm when Judy suddenly pulled away from me. My cock slid out of her and I moaned in frustration. "I have a better idea," she whispered. "Lie down on the floor." Quickly I did as she said, lying down on the linoleum. Great, I thought. Judy was going to give me the fucking of my life. Instead, she picked up the toaster and lowered it towards my cock. "No," I groaned. "Please. I can't have sex with... an appliance. I..." "You want it," Judy whispered. "I can tell you want it. A hot, tight, virgin toaster cunt, just for you? Look at your cock, all hard and aching and ready for a good fuck. You want it Roger. You want it bad." She pushed the toaster on to my cock, sliding its cunt on to me, making it fuck me. The sensation was incredible. The cyborb's cunt was tight, hot and wet, throbbing around my dick, squeezing on me. "Yes! Oh yes!" the appliance howled rubbing and grinding against my cock, taking in my entire length. Its stubby pink legs thrashed violently against me as it slid up and down, pleasuring my tool. I was out of control, clutching on to the appliance's rump and slamming my cock deep into its cunt over and over again. The toaster worked at my cock with a machine like precision, fucking me fast and hard and furious. My entire body quivered and twitched as it screwed me perfectly. Judy, naked now, was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching me and the toaster go at it. One of her hands was rubbing at her soaking pussy, the other was squeezing her luscious breasts. "Fuck her, Roger," Judy moaned. "Fuck the toaster! Fuck her hard, give her all you've got! Take her virgin cunt and fuck it as hard as you can!" The toaster was howling in the thralls of orgasm, trembling and gasping, squealing, unable to believe its lust was finally at an end. And then I came too, spraying out my load in the best orgasm I ever had, spewing more cum than I thought my body could possibly hold. The orgasm felt like it lasted for at least a full minute. Stream after stream of cum gushed out of me until I collapsed on the floor, feeling hollow and completely exhausted. When I was returning to my senses, I saw that the toaster had crawled off of me, and was dozing in the corner, satiated. "Isn't it wonderful?" Judy moaned. I turned to look at her. She was still leaning against the counter, still masturbating. "I have a food processor with an eight inch cock," Judy moaned, "and every night when I get home from work, I let it fuck my brains out." She let out a little gasp, sliding her fingers over her clit, squeezing her boobs one at a time. "I've never told anyone that before," she admitted. "My food processor... He's the best lover I've ever had; I hardly ever have sex with men anymore. What's the point? My food processor is the best goddamn lay I know." Judy gasped, grunting and groaning. She was cuming furiously, barely able to stand. "I love things!" she sobbed. "Objects, possessions, toys, appliances, furniture... I love them all!" Then she slid on to her knees, moaning happily, still slipping her hand back and forth between her legs, as the orgasm slowly faded away. We looked at one another for a brief moment. Judy's face was flushed, and she was grinning contentedly. Then she looked at her watch. "Oh, I have to get going! I have another appointment in fifteen minutes." She quickly pulled on her shirt, overalls and baseball cap, then stepped into her sneakers. "What... what about my toaster?" I asked, still lying naked on the floor. Judy paused at the door, about to step into the hall. "Do you want me to fix it? It'll only be in heat once or twice a month, but it'll be receptive to your sexual advances the rest of the time. I could take it in and replace it for you... If that's what you want." I thought about it. "No, never mind. Thanks, Judy." "No problem," she said. "And thank you, Roger." She left, gently closing the apartment door behind her. A few weeks later, my coffee maker began sucking on my fingers, gasping and sobbing for attention. I decided that -- thanks to Judy -- I could now take care of these little problems around the home by myself. I took the coffee maker to bed, gently stroking it, assuring it that everything was going to be just fine.