0 comments/ 162037 views/ 30 favorites The Machine By: the Chef Jessica and Nicole were seated in tenth row of the arena, next to the tunnel where the players traveled to reach the court from their locker rooms. The basketball game was at half time and they were waiting for the players to return to the court. In particular, the player they came to see was Malcolm Kelly. He was a 6 foot 6 inch tall forward for the University of Nebraska basketball team. The local media gave him the nickname of "the Machine" due to his scoring prowess on the court. Nicole followed basketball and was certain that Malcolm would declare for the NBA draft this summer and not return for his senior year. Her opportunities of meeting him were growing shorter with each passing day. He was well on his way to scoring 30 points tonight, typical for him. Nicole had always dreamed of marrying a famous athlete and striking it rich after a few years with a big alimony payment and she saw Malcolm as her big chance. She had learned from some of her friends at the college that Malcolm didn't have a girlfriend and seemed to rarely date. As he strode thru the tunnel to return to the court she couldn't imagine why. He was one of the most attractive black men she had ever seen. He was well muscled yet slender with almost no body fat. His head was bald and he had a thin goatee. And he had magnetic brown eyes. Yet from what she had heard he had next to no sex life. This would make things easier for her, as she knew there was no dick around she could drain with her 6-foot tall body. Usually, Nicole would fuck a man once or twice and he would turn into a complete wimp. Most men could barely last 5 minutes with her and since they couldn't satisfy her she quickly became bored with them. Her plan with Malcolm was to drain his balls dry, get him to fall in love and marry him sometime before the season ended. Once he signed the big rookie deal she'd stick around for a year or two spending his money, then split. Jessica watched Malcolm on the court with interest. She wasn't into basketball or black men but she sure found Malcolm intriguing. She only went with Nicole out of boredom. Jessica just couldn't figure out why Nicole wouldn't wait for the doctor she was dating to propose to her. She had a few black friends but never truly found black men very attractive or worth her time. But in Malcolm she had seen the very first black man that she was truly attracted to. He was tall and fit but not too muscular. She also found his medium brown skin tone nice. He really seemed to have a take charge attitude on the court. Her crotch moistened as she watched him dunk the ball. ***** Malcolm was dressing himself in the locker room when Gerald walked over to him. "You going out with the fellas tonight?", Gerald asked "No, I gotta study" "C'mon man, you gonna turn pro soon and leave us behind next year to get our asses kicked all season long." Gerald said. "You been here three years and you haven't even enjoyed college yet." Malcolm shrugged with disinterest. Gerald continued. "Man, all these fine college women around and I bet you only fucked two or three so far." Malcolm looked up at Gerald with his lip turned up on one side with a smirk. Gerald kept running his mouth. "Do some of the women around here a favor and hook'em up to that cable in your pants. You know if a guy like you doesn't start fucking at least once a week your balls are gonna just keep blowing up until they explode." Malcolm started laughing. "You know pro scouts look at that. You think those pro teams are gonna sign somebody to a long term contract when their balls could burst at any moment? Then you'll be on the injury list for 5 years. I can see the write up now. 'Malcolm Collins: Did not play tonight - Burst Nuts." Malcolm laughed but took those comments a bit more seriously than most might. Malcolm's dick hung eight inches low when limp and his testicles seemed as big a tennis balls. When fully erect, he stretched out just over a foot long and was thick like a steel pipe. In high school he had only exposed him self to one girl. When she saw it she became too scared to fuck him so she just tried to give him a blowjob. It took her about an hour to get him off since she could only get about three inches in her mouth. When he let loose his enormous nuts produced so much semen the poor girl nearly choked on what was in her mouth and the rest almost completely caked her hair and face. The poor girl was scared to even speak to him again and soon no girl would even talk to him. Even female teachers started giving him funny looks as he roamed the halls. He thought college girls would be different and he had been able to fuck two of them with about 5 inches of his dick. But they both were screaming in pain about 15 minutes in and he could only get off one moderate squirt in each of them before they demanded he stop, hardly enjoyable. He hoped to maybe fuck a tall girl on the girls' basketball team, but for some reason none of them were over 5'8". He knew that wouldn't work. Even when he masturbated he found he couldn't empty his balls out. It very much seemed to him that they were getting heavier by the day. So he kept to himself mostly. If not for school and basketball he probably wouldn't have left the athletic dorm. At least his roommate had the courtesy not to fuck his girlfriend while he was around. "Wait for me at my truck.", Malcolm said. ***** Jessica and Nicole walked into the club they followed Malcolm's truck to. Malcolm and his friend got waived inside quickly by the bouncer and Nicole had lost sight of him. Nicole then put her hand on Jessica's shoulder. "There he is.", Nicole said, pointing out where Malcolm and his friend were sitting. They had grabbed a table on the club's second level and were looking over the rail studying the women in the club. "You keep an eye on him while I go to the hotel down the street and get a room." Nicole then darted off. 'She's not wasting any time', Jessica thought. Jessica walked over to the bar then looked up where Malcolm was sitting to make sure he was still there. He looked a bit lonely and depressed as she gazed up at him. He was wearing an ivory colored shirt and a tan colored stripe around the chest and pants that matched it. Looking at his arms and broad shoulders she didn't blame Nicole for wanting to get a hold of him. Too bad she was probably going to end up humiliating him. No man had ever turned Nicole down for anything the Jessica could remember. She was a 6-foot tall blonde goddess with huge natural breasts and she knew how to use them to get anything she wanted. Jessica ordered a drink and took another long look at Malcolm feeling more jealous than she had in her life. 'Nicole should be back any second,' she thought. ***** Malcolm was very disappointed. As he looked over the rail all of the good looking women were way to short to possibly take his dick and all of the tall women were way too ugly or fat to be asked. 'May as well get this over with', he thought to himself. "Gerald, the tallest woman at the bar is gonna get fucked tonight." Malcolm walked off "Hook'er up to cable", shouted Gerald "Make sure she gets Cinemax!", he continued but was drowned out by the music. Malcolm walked around the second level and down to where the bar was. He decided to circle the bar once to get a better look at all the women and decide which one he would talk to. He saw a pair of perfectly round ass cheeks poured into a pair of jeans. Her legs looked long and strong. This was the one. He walked up to the bar beside her as she just picked up a drink. She then turned around and started looking up on the second level for something. "Looking for your boyfriend?", He said. When she turned around Malcolm was almost floored. Her face was beautiful, flawless. She was tall, about 6 feet tall. She was wearing a long sleeve black shirt and had the top three buttons unbuttoned. Malcolm couldn't help but take a quick peek down her shirt. She had nice big, full, and firm tits. He guessed they had to be a least a D cup but possibly larger since she was taller than most women he had seen were. She looked very fit with a slight resemblance to Jennifer Lopez. Her skin was not as tan and she was white not Hispanic. He quickly took his eyes off her body and looked into her luscious light brown eyes. ***** Jessica had lost sight of Malcolm and was looking up at the second level trying to find him before Nicole got back. She whirled around when she heard some one ask he a question, and was eye level with some black guy's neck. She immediately stood up straight and looked up into a pair of magnetic brown eyes and gulped. Malcolm was standing right in front of her, talking to her. And he was even more beautiful "I don't have a boyfriend." She stammered in response to his obvious pick up line. ***** When Nicole returned to the club she looked around at the bar for Jessica and didn't see her. She looked around for Malcolm and didn't see him either. She walked around on the second level and still didn't see either one of them. Then she looked down on the dance floor and saw Malcolm. Then she saw Jessica. They were dancing together. At first she thought she was simply dancing with him to keep him occupied until she got back, but then she noticed they seemed to be grinding their bodies together slightly. Then her jaw dropped. One of his hands was palming her juicy ass. And she was smiling. Jessica hardly ever let any man touch her ass. 'That bitch', Nicole thought. 'She wants to fuck my alimony check!" ***** Jessica knew she had a big grin on her face. It felt good to be enveloped by this man's powerful arms. She liked the way he touched her. She didn't like the way some men gripped her ass like it was a can of beer or a remote control. The way Malcolm held it was just right. She could feel and incredibly large wallet against her stomach and if she wasn't having such a good time would have asked him to put it in his back pocket. She reared her head up to kiss him and saw Nicole staring down at her from the balcony. Nicole started jerking her head towards the bathroom. Jessica looked at Malcolm and said, "excuse me, I have to go to the restroom." ***** Nicole waited impatiently in front of the women's restroom. Finally Jessica came strutting up to her wide eyed and grinning. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!", Nicole demanded "What room did you get?" Jessica eagerly asked her "Room 768 at the Hampton Inn down the street", she said shaking the key enclosed in her fist right in front of Jessica's face. Jessica snatched the key out of Nicole's hand with the speed of a horny chicken and disappeared into the crowd. ***** Malcolm waited by the bar. Damn that woman was fine. She seemed to like him too. In addition she didn't seem to get scared when his dick started pushing into her chest. He figured all he had to do now is figure a way to get her to a bedroom. Although the way his balls were starting to tingle a restroom would do. Then he saw Jessica walking up to him with what looked like a hotel key in her hand. Her eyes seemed to pull him forward towards her. "I think I've had too much to drink", she said batting her eyes at him, "Could you drive me to my hotel down the street?" Malcolm almost couldn't believe it. "Let's go." ***** Jessica slid the key in the lock of the door and opened it. She then turned around and gave Malcolm a long loving kiss. She loved the feel of his tongue as it explored her mouth. She broke the kiss and whispered in his ear. "Come inside" She slowly strutted inside the room and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. It seemed as though she might be dreaming. She had never been attracted to black men. She had never been attracted to younger men. But she couldn't help but want this man who was ten years younger than her and the most attractive man she had ever seen. That voice. Those eyes. That body. She was even more emboldened by the fast she was stealing away Nicole latest target. Other men that Jessica liked were lured away by Nicole in the past. Now she could get some measure of revenge. And what a way to get it. Malcolm had said to her on the dance that he loved her body. All those hours in the gym were about to pay off. ***** Malcolm leaned back against the door as it shut. He quickly locked it. He watched Jessica dim all the lights in the room. It was not too softly lit and he could still get a good look at her body. She turned her back to him. He watched her drop her shirt to the floor slowly. Even her back was sexy. Her pants slowly slid down her legs. She was wearing a pair of high cut panties. Her ass was incredible. Her legs were athletic and firm. She let her hair down and it dropped about six inches above her panties. She slowly turned around. Her breasts were big and full and firm. They seemed to be bursting out of her bra. She had a washboard stomach. She suddenly stopped moving. She seemed paralyzed. 'Uh oh' Malcolm thought. Malcolm had completely stripped down the moment Jessica's shirt hit the floor. When she looked around at him his dick had risen to its full foot long size his balls were beginning to pulsate. He leaned back against the door to make sure it was firmly shut. 'Please don't panic and try to run' he thought. ***** Jessica's eyes opened wide. That wasn't a wallet digging into her stomach earlier. It was a gigantic monster dick trying to rip thru his clothes to get at her. Jessica's pussy began to moisten rapidly. He body wanted this man. Her body wanted that thing inside her. Jessica realized she would have to suck it off and then try to fuck him before it got completely hard again if she had any hope of getting him inside her. She walked over to him. She steadied her hands and knees and best she could. Her mouth began to water as much as her pussy. She found she had a desire to taste him in her mouth. She licked up from the bottom of his dick head to the top of his pee-slit, devouring his pre-cum. It was tastier than she expected. She then licked all around the head coating it with her saliva. She then licked up and down the bottom of his shaft. When she got to his huge balls she sucked on the side of each one and licked them with her tongue. She then went back to the top and swallowed about four inches of Malcolm's dick into her mouth. She found that was the most she could get in without gagging on its enormous size. She then wrapped her hands around the shaft and started stroking it back and forth as she bobbed her head up and down on what little of the cock she could cram in her mouth. ***** Malcolm looked down and the beautiful woman sucking his dick with amazement. He moaned in pleasure as Jessica attacked his dick with a hunger he hadn't expected. But he knew he had to be careful not to put his full load of semen into her face. He in no way wanted to relive his high school years again or scare off this beautiful woman. He had been practicing cutting off the flow of his ejaculate while masturbating. He hadn't always been successful but as the pressure began to build in his balls he knew he would have to be in complete control of himself. He was afraid he might choke her or put one of her eyes out. Malcolm's moans and grunts, though still muffled, became more pronounced. Jessica had steadily increased the speed of her dick sucking and seemed to be intent on pulling his cum up out of his balls into her mouth ***** Jessica had begun rubbing her pussy while sucking on Malcolm. His moans of pleasure had only served to arouse her even more and she needed to cum. As she brought her self to a small orgasm she continued to increase the urgency of her blowjob. Jessica's pussy was as moist as it could possibly be. She felt Malcolm's body begin to shudder and she knew he was close. She locked her lips around his dick and sucked as hard as she could Malcolm shivered and let out a hard short grunt. A blast of hot semen filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged. She eagerly swallowed the load but was disappointed when no more came. Determined to get more juice from the fountain she locked her mouth around his dick head and gently stroked his shaft with one hand. She sucked with all her might and looked up at him. ***** Malcolm's body quaked with an exquisite feeling of pain and pleasure. "Ugggh, daaamn", He cried out. He pushed her off him and dropped to one knee, as his legs seemed to give out. Malcolm successfully locked himself up to keep from exploding. He looked at Jessica knowing that she didn't know just how close she came to drowning. ***** Jessica hugged Malcolm tightly. She smiled and whispered into his ear, "are you okay?" She felt Malcolm embraces her and pick her up off her knees. An instant later she was flung onto the bed. She adjusted herself more comfortably on her back and looked up at him. Malcolm was walking towards her with a passionate look in his eyes. He had his hand around the shaft of his dick. It hadn't shrunk an inch. As Malcolm climbed onto the bed between her legs, Jessica's pussy began to lubricate itself like it never had before. Jessica closed her eyes as Malcolm pushed the head of his dick into her. She moaned with approval as he worked the head around inside her. Jessica began to feel an orgasm build within her as he pushed two additional inches inside her. He was so thick. Malcolm then began to flick his tongue across her nipples as he fucked her with just a small portion of his hard black dick. Jessica had never cum so quickly. "Ah... I'm... cumming... al... ready!" Jessica's orgasm slowly subsided and she felt her juices begin to flow to the sheets beneath her. She couldn't believe what had come over her. Not only was she giving her body to this man who she hadn't even had a date with yet, but that very same body ached to please him. A small amount of fear began to build with in her mind. What if he thought I was some kind of slut she thought to herself. "You're so beautiful, Jessica." Malcolm said. Malcolm's deep voice seemed to vibrate thru Jessica's spine and melted away any fear or resistance she had left. She pushed her hips upward with Malcolm's fucking trying to get more of him inside her. Another orgasm began to build. ***** Malcolm looked at Jessica writhing beneath him. He knew that she was trying to get more of his dick so smiled down at her and began to feed it. As he pushed in an additional inch she began to shake and moan loudly. Malcolm slapped his right hand onto Jessica's shoulder by her neck and grabbed her waist with the other hand. When he had applied enough force to hold her completely still he shoved three more inches of dick into her pussy. Jessica instantly threw her head back. Her eyes slammed shut. "I'M CUMMING... AGAIN!", she cried out. It hurt Malcolm's ears. Her body wriggled with even more force. That's when Malcolm started fucking her. ***** Jessica felt the room begin to spin as she repeatedly took the seven inches of dick Malcolm was feeding inside her. She grabbed onto her breasts to keep them from heaving back and forth. She was getting steady, hard thrusts shoved into her but Malcolm never went past the seven inch mark. Jessica opened her eyes wide and drank in his powerful body. She marveled at his self-control. Her head slammed back against her pillow again. She began to cum on every sixth stroke. It went on for twenty minutes. Sweat began to drip from Malcolm's body onto hers. Jessica realized her own body was already drenched in sweat and juices. Jessica had never been fucked this hard or well before and she knew she was still getting just a portion of him. She felt a powerful orgasm build within her as her legs and back began to go numb. ***** Malcolm was enjoying this immensely. Finally he was actually fucking. This was good pussy. Jessica pussy gripped and pulsated around his dick as he shoved it in and out of her. The pressure in his balls was great but up to now he had been able to with hold himself. He thought he would stop for a second and take a deep breath when Jessica looked up at him again. The Machine "Give... me... more...", she panted Malcolm faked a determined frown. He couldn't resist the invitation. "Here it comes, dammit", he shouted. Malcolm pushed in another inch. Jessica's arms locked around his waist. Her legs locked around his thighs. Her pussy gripped and massaged his dick furiously. Momentarily shocked, Malcolm felt himself lose control. ***** Jessica's orgasm exploded from her. She always wanted to cum this hard. She screamed, "OH SHIT... OH FUCK... AHHH MALCUMMMM!" Then what seemed like a teacup full of hot semen hit her unprotected womb. This took her to undreamed of heights. A spine-chilling scream of joy exploded from her. It seemed like she was trying to wake up people in adjacent cities. Jessica's arms and legs fell to the bed with a thump of satisfaction as she passed out. ***** Malcolm grunted heavily as he pulled himself out of Jessica in an effort to regain control. He fired another hard blast of semen onto Jessica's stomach before closing himself off again. He took three deep breaths as he gathered himself. He then looked at Jessica's limp body with plans to continue the onslaught. Unfortunately she wouldn't wake up. Jessica was in a deep slumber. Malcolm kept trying but gave up hope when Jessica started snoring. Malcolm was disappointed but also felt lucky. Jessica had probably taken more dick from him than he could expect any woman to take. Malcolm retreated to the shower and washed off. He then left his phone number by her purse and covered her with the blanket so she wouldn't catch a cold and left. It was 2am. Luckily he just had classes and a shoot around later and not a full blown practice. Although with half his nuts emptied he could probably jump higher. ***** Jessica felt a series of pushes on her head stirring her to consciousness. It was Nicole. "So how was it?", Nicole sneered down at her. Jessica burst forth from her bed with a spring in her step. "I know now why they call him 'the Machine'". Nicole frowned at her statement. "And he's huge." Jessica continued. Nicole looked ready to punch her in the face. "Don't you have to be a work in a couple of hours?", Nicole grumbled Jessica bounced into the shower. When Nicole heard the water gush forward she pulled the slip of paper Malcolm left with her phone number on it and memorized it. "Now I'll take 'the Machine' out for a spin." She said aloud. ***** Malcolm and Gerald returned to their room from their shoot around. "So how many channels did you install last night?" Gerald asked. "About an hours worth, but she passed out before I could show her the premium networks." Gerald knew what that meant. Malcolm wasn't able to empty a full load. "Don't worry" Gerald said "give her a few days to heal up then make sure you install the rest." As if on cue the phone rang. Gerald snatched it up. He was expecting a blowjob to stop by in about an hour. As he listened to the person on the other end of the line he nodded and looked at Malcolm. "That was Jessica" Gerald blurted as he hung up the phone. "She says she is at the hotel waiting for you. Sounds like she's ready for you to finish your installation." Malcolm snatched up his truck keys and was out the door in an instant. ***** Malcolm knocked on the hotel door twice but there was no answer. He twisted the doorknob and found that it was unlocked. As he walked into the room there were several candles lit and the curtains were completely closed. It was lit slightly better than it was the previous night. There was a chair placed in the center of the room. On the back of the chair there was a note. SIT DOWN and CLOSE YOUR EYES it said. The chair was turned with the back to the bathroom. Malcolm figured Jessica was inside but sat down in the chair and shut his eyes. He heard the bathroom door open. But didn't turn around. This better not be some weird joke he thought. He felt more comfortable when two womanly hands removed his jacket and began to massage his shoulders. He then felt his shirt being lifted from his body exposing his chest. He then felt a hand stroke back and forth across his dick waking it up. Malcolm then felt Jessica step back from him. A strange voice said, "open your eyes" Malcolm was shocked to see a six-foot tall nude blonde woman standing in front of him. "Who are you?" He asked. The woman stepped forward and began to run her fingers across his dick again. "I'm Nicole, Jessica's roommate." She said. Malcolm began to say something else when Nicole pushed her fingers onto his lips. "It was my idea to meet you last night and Jessica ran off with you and ruined all my fun. Now your gonna get what you should've gotten last night." Nicole used her most seductive voice. Malcolm's dick began to slowly leap and jerk to attention. Malcolm tried to think about leaving as he studied this woman's body. Here was another six-foot tall amazon woman. Although not quite as ample in the hip and ass area as Jessica, she had plenty to offer. Her tits were even bigger then Jessica's. Nicole's body was built like a legendary stripper. He could see she was a natural blonde. Malcolm's dick was as hard as it could get inside his pants. He wasn't going anywhere. "I see you have something in your pants for me" Nicole said as she admired his bulge. Malcolm decided to stand up as she reached for his belt. Malcolm yanked his pants down and his immense dick sprung forth. Nicole jumped back for a second obviously impressed with his size but then quickly fell to her knees and began kissing the head of his dick Malcolm began to get a bit frustrated. He thought he would be getting a blowjob by now not a dick kissing session. He wanted to say something but thought she might get mad at him. Then he realized that she came to get his dick he wasn't chasing her. Besides that, even if she got pissed and slapped him or something he would still be able to have Jessica. He felt emboldened and decided to try his luck "Bitch, I think you better start sucking that dick the right way before I leave your ass here naked!" Malcolm snapped ***** Nicole looked up at Malcolm in shock. No man ever dared to speak to her in that tone. And his voice seemed to demand satisfaction. He actually looked like he might leave. He couldn't actually have thought that Jessica was sexier than she was could he! For a second she thought maybe Jessica was. Although she doesn't flaunt it a lot she does have a beautiful body and she did work out more. She decided at that moment that she would show him. Nicole was determined to give him the best fucking he could ever imagine. Once she got him cumming she knew he would be putty in her hands. "I'm waiting bitch." Malcolm demanded again. Nicole instantly obeyed this time. "Now that's what I wanted Nicole." Malcolm said. She found his voice soothing, especially when he said her name. She was happy she was pleasing him. She felt she wanted to earn his submission. She started taking more and more of him in her mouth. When she got to six inches he crouched down a little and started fucking her face. She wanted to get back in control but decided that this was the only way to please him. "If you fuck as good as you suck a dick; I just might keep you around" Malcolm grunted. Nicole got a bit frustrated. He had been fucking her face for a good fifteen minutes and most other men would have cum by now. But she knew she had never dealt with a dick this big before. She began to concentrate on getting more of him down her throat. By this time she began desperately wanting to please him. ***** Malcolm was astonished. Nicole was taking almost nine inches of his fat black dick down her throat without much trouble. He also knew that this woman was trying her absolute best to make him cum. But he was in complete control and he loved every minute of it. He decided to put some semen in her belly just to satisfy her for a moment. Then he would slip her a big surprise. ***** Nicole felt Malcolm jerk then grunt. She then felt her stomach fill with fluid. Finally she thought. She quickly retracted the dick from her throat and placed the head on her tongue. She began to jerk his shaft with both hands and lick up and down his dick head. Once she got the remaining two or three squirts she would be back in control she thought. But to her increasing frustration only one more drop appeared and the foot long dick was still as hard as granite. Malcolm sounded furious, "don't you know what you're doing?" Nicole's knees shivered at the power of his voice. She wanted to respond but Malcolm's voice again boomed. "Get on all fours like the bitch you are!" Nicole spun around quickly sticking her ass in the air toward Malcolm's dick. He only seemed to get more upset. "You know I meant on the bed! You think I wanna tear up my knees before the draft?!" Nicole quickly jumped on the bed and crouched in the same position. She now knew her only chance to please Malcolm was to somehow squeeze all the cum out of his dick with her pussy. For the first time ever Nicole began to doubt her ability to please a man with her body. What if he can't get his whole dick inside her she thought? Would he tell Jessica? Her thoughts were interrupted when Malcolm shoved six inches of saliva coated dick in her pussy and work it around. She came instantly. "UUhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out. Nicole stuck a pillow in her mouth to try and muffle her orgasm. She felt embarrassed to cum on his dick so soon. Nicole somehow then realized that something about not being in control had pleased her. No man had ever treated her like this before and she somehow felt cheated. She could feel Malcolm begin to slide half his dick in and out of her with excruciatingly slow strokes. Another orgasm began to build in her but she couldn't quite reach it. She begin to sob her frustration was so great. Malcolm then pulled his dick out of her and began to slap around the lips of her pussy with it, just grazing her clit. This brought her a little bit closer but she still couldn't cum. ***** Malcolm had to fight to hold back laughter. He enjoyed torturing this woman with his dick. He knew deep down inside she liked it! He was feeding off her frustration in some way. "Fuck me." A voice whimpered forth "What?" "Fuck me." Nicole said louder. Malcolm pretended to be upset "you better treat me with some respect and ask the right way bitch!" After a brief pause Nicole said louder "please fuck me Malcolm, I wanna cum on you" Malcolm shoved in three inches and began to work it around. This only seemed to frustrate Nicole more. "Oh god, please Malcolm please," Nicole begged," I need your dick inside me" Malcolm braced himself on the bed for an intense workout. ***** Nicole felt nine inches of black dick slam into her. Her orgasm exploded forth with a fury she had never felt before. "OOOHHHHHHH, AHHHHRRRGHH, UUUUUUNNNNNNHHH!!" She groaned. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and she felt Malcolm firm hand push into her back and slamming her head and chest onto the bed. No matter how she struggled and twisted she couldn't move. "Tell me how it feels, Nicole" Malcolm barked. Her heart jumped on hearing her name she wanted his approval so badly. "It feels so good Malcolm. Your dick feels soo good inside me!" Nicole could feel that she was about to get fucked and another orgasm began to build inside her. She wasn't disappointed. Malcolm began to fuck her with the nine inches of dick he could fit into her. Nicole had never been fucked with this kind of force before. She gave up any hope of ever controlling this man when her next orgasm exploded forth. She came continuously for fifteen minutes. She began to pray he would do this to her whenever he wanted. She tried to speak but she was crying out in uncontrollable pleasure so loud she couldn't think of anything to say. Sweat poured from her body as she came again and again ***** Malcolm knew he was giving Nicole the fuck of her life. But he was getting tired of this position. He removed his dick from Nicole's pussy to change position. Nicole cried in protest when the cold hotel air hit her now gaping hole. "You're gonna get the dick back, Nicole" Malcolm said as he turned her onto her back. Malcolm sucked one of Nicole's huge breasts into his mouth as he guided his dick into her pussy again. Nicole sighed with contentment when the nine inches was reinserted. "Hook your legs around my legs, Nicole". Nicole immediately complied Malcolm then started trying to push the remaining three inches into Nicole's pussy. But he met too much resistance in her pussy and didn't want to tear her apart. ***** Nicole cried when Malcolm couldn't get his whole dick inside her. She wanted it so bad. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to keep fucking her. She cheered up a bit when Malcolm grabbed both her forearms and held them down on the bed above her head with one of his hands. Once again he began to furiously fuck her with the nine inches he was using. She tried her best to squeeze her pussy down on his dick but she couldn't get a reaction out of him at all. She started cumming again and she felt herself writhing around. After five minutes of this pounding she felt his dick balloon up a bit. She thought he might be close but knew he had amazing stamina. But she had to have his cum inside her. "Please fill me with your cum, baby!" She screamed She then felt a hot load explode inside her. It triggered another awesome orgasm inside her. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. After what seemed like an eternity she passed out. ***** Malcolm couldn't sleep. He looks up at the ceiling and his mind raged with frustration. Nicole had passed out on him before he could get to the point of emptying his entire load, just like Jessica had. He wasn't about to start screwing unconscious people. To make matters worse his balls were aching. For some reason even masturbation couldn't bring him any relief. He couldn't make himself cum. He knew he had to have a tight wet pussy around him now for any sort of satisfaction. It had been two days since he heard from Jessica and Nicole. They were probably playing games anyway. He knew after the fucking they got they didn't want any part of him any time soon. On top of that any girl he tried to talk to would take one look in his eyes and start avoiding him. It was as if they could see he would hurt them in some way. He buried his head in his pillow and tried to make himself go to sleep ***** Nicole and Jessica had been fighting over Malcolm for two days. Jessica would accuse Nicole of being a shameless slut and only wanting Malcolm for his money. She had gotten unusually attached to him. Any sort of misconceptions she had ever had about black men had evaporated. To her Malcolm was beautiful, athletic, and intelligent. She had begun to obsess about his eyes, the way he touched her, and they way he fucked her. Nicole would accuse Jessica of being 'hooked on black dick.' Nicole thought how could she not be. It was a foot long! Damn right Nicole wanted him for his money, but she now definitely wanted to keep him around. She would have to be an absolute idiot to walk away from the fucking he could deliver. If she could get him to marry her there would never be a divorce. She still felt she could give him enough of her pussy to eventually get him under her thumb. Jessica fawning all over him would only complicate matters. Nicole knew men liked her better anyway and would remind Jessica of this at every opportunity. "You think your pussy is better than mine is, you whore?" Jessica boldly asked. "Yes I do. And you, me and all of your old boyfriends know its true." "Well why don't we let Malcolm decide?" Nicole wondered what kind of crack Jessica was smoking. Of course he would choose her. "Okay, I'll just call and ask him, I guess." Nicole reached for the phone. "Oh no you don't. Here's what we are gonna do. We'll invite him over. We'll both fuck him. Then he can decide." This was the weirdest think Nicole had ever heard come out of Jessica's mouth. Jessica rarely had sex with her boyfriends. Now she wanted to have a threesome. This was clearly not the person she had known since they were eight years old. But it was a perfect solution. After Nicole fucked Malcolm into rejecting Jessica, she probably wouldn't want to show her face around him again. "Okay bitch, We'll see whose pussy he likes more." As Jessica left a message for message with Malcolm's roommate an odd feeling filled Nicole's head. She remembered how Malcolm fucked her and how she spoke to him. She remembered how she begged and whimpered. What if she couldn't win? She pushed the thought from her mind. This time would be different. She would regain control and Malcolm would be hers. ***** Malcolm had returned from the library to find a note from Gerald. It had an address on it and a message from Jessica... and Nicole. They wanted him to come to their apartment at 9PM tonight. He couldn't think of any reason they would want him to come over. He figured eventually that he was in for some sort of confrontation. It didn't matter to him. He'd listen to them argue for a while then he'd fuck the one on the left. Or he'd fuck the one on the right. One of them would be fucked before the night was over and take his entire dick and his entire load of semen. ***** Malcolm knocked on the door of the apartment at 8:55. He heard both Nicole and Jessica say come in. He turned the doorknob slowly and walked in. Their apartment smelled of incense and perfume. He looked over at them on the couch. They had their beautiful long hair tied in buns on top of their heads. They wore matching white silk robes and Malcolm knew they were both naked underneath them. "We want you to choose Malcolm." Nicole said. "Fuck us both, then choose who's the best." Jessica said Malcolm held his surprise inside. He pulled his pants down and pointed to his dick already rising to it's full footling size. He pointed to it with a knowing grin. Jessica leapt off the couch first. She literally fell at his feet. She grabbed his dick with both hands and began stroking it. Malcolm removed his jacket and shirt and tossed them across the room. He pushed his pants all the way down to his ankles and then stepped out of them. Jessica put her tongue on the head of Malcolm's dick and twirled it around. Nicole grabbed Malcolm's left leg and began to kiss and lick up his inner thigh. Jessica inserted four inches of his saliva-coated dick in her mouth and began to bob her head back and forth. At the same moment Nicole had managed to reach his ball and began to suck on them. Malcolm moaned with pleasure. Just this was worth the trouble of the past few days. Jessica continued to worship Malcolm's dick for fifteen minutes. She loved the taste of him in her mouth. She felt Malcolm's dick grow in her mouth and knew he was about to cum. A second later her mouth was once again filled with Malcolm's semen. She quickly swallowed quickly and then licked a remaining drop off of his pee-slit. She looked up at Malcolm's face and said, "You taste so good" Nicole then snatched the dick away from her. It was still as hard as ever and showed no signs of shrinking. Malcolm had no trouble turning off his ejaculate now. He felt no pain in doing so and knew he could now ration out his semen as he saw fit to. Nicole looked at Jessica and licked her lips several times to get them as moist as possible. She then dove onto Malcolm's dick. Jessica stared in amazement as Nicole took more and more of him into her mouth. At six inches Nicole began to bob her head back and forth slowly and more thoroughly than Jessica had. Jessica peeked up at Malcolm's face. Malcolm loved every minute of it. The Machine Malcolm then crouched down a bit and Nicole angled her body with him. Jessica watched wide-eyed as Malcolm grabbed both sides of Nicole's head and started fucking her face. More and more of Malcolm's dick began to disappear down Nicole's throat. Malcolm was furiously fucking Nicole's face with nine inches of meaty dick. Looking at the pleasure on Malcolm's face made Jessica realize just how much of a battle she was in for. She couldn't help but admire his lean muscular body as it pumped away minute after minute. Malcolm released a small grunt and another load of semen slid down Nicole's throat. Malcolm then slid his dick out of Nicole as an audible gasp of air filled her lungs. Malcolm looked down with pride as his still hard dick bobbed up and down. Jessica pressed herself against his body and began to kiss his chest. Nicole crawled back against the couch as she rubbed her throat. Jessica continued to kiss Malcolm's chest and began to suck on his nipples. She wanted to worship every inch of his sexy body. Malcolm swept Jessica up over his shoulder and carried her into one of the bedrooms. He flipped her down on the bed and quickly crawled in beside her. He then hurriedly opened up her robe to expose her sexy athletic body. He started kissing her neck when to his surprise Jessica rolled on top of him and straddled him. Nicole staggered into the room and deposited herself in a chair near the bed. Jessica put her hands on Malcolm's and started sliding her soaking wet pussy up and down Malcolm's dick. She moaned with pleasure as she readied her self to insert his dick inside her. Malcolm lifted Jessica by her right thigh with his left hand up and over to the side. With his right hand he slipped his dick into her dripping wet pussy and then let her slide down onto it. She slid down until seven inches of Malcolm's dick was inside her. More juices began to flow from her as she was already close to orgasm. She seemed paralyzed from the pleasure. Malcolm grabbed both of her ass cheeks and began to lift her up and down on his dick. Her orgasm exploded forth. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" She cried out. After ten minutes of this, Malcolm suddenly put one of his hands on Jessica shoulder and forced another two inches of his dick inside her. She let out a low groan of pain and pleasure. Her pussy shot forth even more lubrication to relieve the force. Jessica head slumped low with exhaustion. "Uhhhhhhhhh.... Malcolm" she grunted thru gritted teeth. Malcolm grabbed Jessica around her waist and rolled her over. He then grabbed her legs and began to lift them over his shoulders. Jessica's breathing had become louder. Nicole crawled over to the side of the bed and looked into Jessica's eyes. She knew what Jessica was about to get. In one hard stroke, Malcolm forced his entire dick into Jessica's pussy. She felt something pop deep inside her. Her pussy tightly gripped it's self around Malcolm's dick. "OHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOODDDDD." She yelled at the top of her lungs. Dogs started barking outside the window. Malcolm left his whole dick inside for about a minute. Then he started fucking. Every time Malcolm's balls hit her ass she would cum. She had never imagined she could feel this good. She had to yell out at each stroke. "MALCOLM... MALCOLM... I... I... MALCOLM... I... I... I... LOVE... YOU!!" Malcolm continued to fuck Jessica hard for twenty minutes. With each stroke she would profess her undying devotion. Jessica's throat was starting to hurt. Her body was wrapped around Malcolm as best as she could get it. She had no intention of ever letting go. Malcolm's body suddenly froze up. "OH YEAH" he shouted as he deposited his third load of the night inside Jessica's womb. Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head. This was the most powerful orgasm of all. Her body convulsed wildly as the semen flowed deep into her. She passed out, reduced to a heap of sweaty flesh underneath the love of her life. Malcolm slid his dick out of Jessica and let out a deep breath. He was close to knowing what he had been missing. Finally he was able to get his entire dick inside a woman. Finally he was close to removing all of the semen from his large balls. He looked down again at his dick. It was still hard. Nicole stood up as Malcolm's head slowly turned toward her. His deep brown eyes seemed hollow and obsessive as he stared thru her. She expected to be frightened but had never felt so aroused. Her pussy moistened rapidly in anticipation of the fucking she was close to receiving. "Open the windows." He said. Nicole complied. Cool night air filled the room. As the breeze touched her skin her nipples hardened and began to hurt. Malcolm grabbed Nicole and pulled her into his arms. She felt consumed by this powerful man. He grabbed inside her legs and began to lift her up. She thought her head might touch the ceiling. He then began to lower her onto his dick. Slowly she felt nine inches of dick work it's way inside her. She bit her lips together to keep from speaking. She felt her back being placed against the wall. Malcolm patiently fucked her with nine inches of his dick. Nicole could feel the orgasm building within her. Once again she couldn't quite reach it. She tried to wriggle her body to make herself cum but she couldn't. He then walked to the middle of the room removing her leverage. She was helpless, powerless in Malcolm's arms. She began to beg, "please... Please." This time without tears. She knew what was about to happen. Knowing only seemed to make her orgasm build more and more. Then it happened. Malcolm once again shoved his entire giant dick inside a pussy. Nicole threw her head back and opened her mouth wide. She tried to contain it. She tried to smother it. She had no hope of succeeding. When she took Malcolm's entire dick it broke something inside her. She could not control him. He claimed her. She was now a slave to him and his dick. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!" She screamed out. Her orgasm burst out threw every portion of her body. Malcolm began to fuck her with all his strength. She started cumming continuously. "TALK" Malcolm yelled. Like Jessica, with each thrust she spoke. "I... LOVE... IT... I... NEED... IT... I... LOVE... YOU... I... LOVE... YOU... I... NEED... YOUR... DICK!" Lights began to be turned on thru out the apartment complex. Nicole was waking up all of the neighbors. "I... WANT... I... WANT... I... WANT..." Nicole continued. Malcolm slammed her onto the bed beside Jessica. "SAY IT... SAY IT" he panted during thrusts. "I... WANT... YOUR... BABY!" That did it. Malcolm twisted and convulsed. He grunted like an animal as he released a final huge load of semen from his balls. Nicole was flooded with semen and it overflowed out of her onto the sheet. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she enjoyed a final spine chilling orgasm. Malcolm rolled off her. He was finally empty and exhausted. He lay between the two beautiful women and began to drift to sleep. Nicole snuggled up to him on his right side and whispered, "I want it to be like this forever." Jessica had awakened. She pulled the top sheet and blanket over the three of them. She then snuggled up to the left side of Malcolm. She said, "were yours forever if you want it." ***** Malcolm stood triumphantly as his name was announced at the NBA draft. Jessica stood beside him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Nicole then stood and kissed him just as passionately. One of the TV announcers covered his microphone and remarked to the other, "Lucky punk." Malcolm was lucky indeed. The Machine Gloom had over come the Vanderwall Estate when Duchess Elizabeth had come to live there. The house was in a crumbling state, lonely and in despair. Where once lavish decorations were proudly displayed now remained only tattered and ruined. In the most remote mountain region of the kingdom the palace stood proud and tall, now slumped by the erosion of the soil under it. What became of Duke Vanderwall and his servants was a thing of mystery, but his younger niece Elizabeth held possession to his last known letter which said little of anything but, "I have found it". Now in her early thirties she was too old to re-marry, her husband passing suddenly of a strange illness. Rumors spread of her poisoning him, and to prevent scandal the King sent her to live in the Vanderwall Estate in isolation forever. Her only accompaniment would be Leonardo and Marlon, two strong and handsome young men and servants, and Betsy her small and fragile servant girl. The walls of the house once painted with a striking gold were now dulled, though the paintings hung straight and new. What strange paintings they were, all of nude women in torment with little devils sitting or laying upon their chests. The differences between the paintings were only in the smallest of details, but all held a hypnotic quality that held the attention of the Duchess for hours on end. 'What madness could drive a man to collect so many of these ghastly things?' the Duchess often thought to herself. Indeed they were horrific, but they belonged in this old Gothic house along with the gargoyles outside. The gargoyles were another oddity of the Vanderwall Estate. Instead of pointing outward along the walls and gates of the outside compound as they would, they were pointing inward. The gargoyle was meant to keep evil spirits outside of a church or house, these seemed to be meant to keep them within. But still, the Duchess believed in nothing of the sort and any tales of ghostly happenings on the estate grounds or in the house itself, she just passed off as local superstition. Things of the supernatural persuasion simply did not exist in her mind. It was clear though that her uncle Duke Vanderwall was indeed a quite eccentric fellow and may have been mad. In fact, the Duchess was quite sure of it. Leonardo had made a discovery upon the first day there. In the study he found a secret passageway that led down to a dungeon. He immediately reported it to the Duchess who went herself to see it and found it perversely amusing. It was a dark and damp cellar room as one would expect a private dungeon to be with a bizarre wood and iron contraption in the center of it. There were an assortment of chains and shackles all hooked to a wooden chair with it's back leaned backward. There were all sorts of gears and contraptions attached to the device though the four of them could not figure out what they were for. It appeared to be some sort of torture device powered by a water wheel in the corner of the dungeon. There was a hatch above the wheel from where the water flowed and a lever to be pulled when the water was to be released. Neither of them could understand where the source of the water would come from, though it did not matter much since they would never need to use it. The Duchess thought it would be best to lock the study and forget the room existed. Most of the books in the room were all in some strange foreign language and had perversely sexual illustrations. The most shocking the Duchess had found was that of a half man, half goat creature sodomizing a young woman. She had nearly fainted from the shock. As she commanded, Marlon had locked the study and given her the key for safe keeping. 'No decent person should be allowed in that awful room' she thought to herself hiding the key in the vanity table in her bedroom. It was clear to her that the good Duke Vanderwall was indeed a sick and immoral man. She had wished that she hadn't learned these things about her uncle as she had a fond memory or two of him as a child. Those memories were now crushed and replaced with an imaginative figure of perverse cruelty. It was of no doubt now that the machine in the dungeon was of a sexual nature. Despite being rattled by all she had discovered, the Duchess bathed and slept easy the first night. Her bed was large and soft with an ornate headboard that stretched across the wall resembling the wingspan of a bat. It was colored a dark red juxtaposing with the soft cream color of the walls. Every room in the house had something strange and dark about it, and needed remodeling for a more uplifting tone. Despite the steadfast skepticism of the Duchess, the house was beginning to unnerve her a bit. Betsy, a weak minded and superstitious woman was all ready greatly unnerved and walked through the halls and rooms of the house with a building tension and paranoia. Leonardo and Marlon both seemed to be unaffected by the unusual house though they took more of an amused take on the entire estate. While outside winter kept the world still and silent, the Duchess was having a restless night. She tossed and turned in her sleep and awoke with her body hot, enflamed from a passionate dream. Her head was a little dizzy and her vision was blurred. All she could see was her bedroom door open and the dark figure of a man holding a lantern. She sprang up to a seated position and her senses came about her, though the shade with the lantern had vanished, and closed the door behind him. Wrapping herself in a fine robe she hurried from bed listening to the footsteps echo down the hall. She lit a lantern of her own and followed the footsteps outside of her bedroom door and down the hall towards the east wing. The footsteps continued but seemed to be just out of vision of the lantern's light until they ended abruptly when the Duchess found herself at the study door. Not only was it unlocked but it was also slightly ajar. She shut it, and left it like that deciding to lock it in the morning. She didn't want to walk all the way back with the key on this cold night. In the morning the Duchess locked the study door. To her knowledge there was no other key for that door, and it was still safely hidden in the vanity table when she returned to her room the previous night. How it came to be unlocked was a mystery, though she suspected Leonardo or Marlon might have lockpicks. Or perhaps there was a skeleton key she was unaware of. These old houses usually had one. But Leonardo and Marlon had been her ever faithful servants for years and would not keep that sort of thing from her. But what was even more troubling than that, one of them had crept in while she slept. The Duchess had confronted both of them, but both denied having been in her room, or to have been in the study. She didn't believe them of course, there no other men in the house besides those two. That is, unless someone had broken into the house. The likeliness of that was speculative at best. The house was isolated and winter made travel nearly impossible. Food was all ready stocked in the cellar as was the common procedure but there wasn't anywhere to go for emergencies, and for that matter anywhere to come from. Despite the overall certainty it was one of them, they both denied it over and over. Fed up with their lies the Duchess decided to let it go and perhaps try and catch them in the act another night. She played as if the whole incident had blown over and was completely forgotten and forgiven. She took her bath as normal and undressed for bed. She had slipped into a elegant white evening gown and crawled under her covers in the blanket of pitch darkness. Comfortable in a seated position with her back leaned against the headboard she waited patiently with a candle beside her and a match to light it when the time came. It was difficult for her to fight back sleep as she was not known to being awake at such late hours. Her eyes began to grow heavy as the night slowly wore on. The night was quiet, and the cold air seemed oppressive despite her keeping well under the blankets and sheets. The Duchess felt her eyes grow heavier and soon it was a futile battle to keep them open. As her eyes closed a sense of warmth overcame her. She moaned deeply as a warmth slowly crawled its way up her thighs. Realizing it felt like a man's hands she quickly opened her eyes and quickly lit the candle to find herself alone in the bedroom. 'Perhaps I just dozed off and had another passionate dream?' she thought to herself stepping out of bed with the candle. When her feet touched the floor the room sank with a deathly chill, as if Father Winter had gently blown his icy breath on the back of her neck. She shivered quickly finding a blanket to wrap herself in, and started towards her bedroom door. The blanket did little good. The further she walked away from her bed the colder it felt. By the time she had touched the door handle her breath was visible in the faint candle light. When she tried to turn the door knob, that is when she heard a bizarre scratching noise from the other side. Her ear pressed against the wood, she heard the sound of nails or claws slowly scratching away at the wood of the door. A sensation of falling overcame her stomach and the cold grasped her suddenly by the spine nearly paralyzing her movements. There was a whispering just beyond the scratching, but it couldn't be made out. Her eyes suddenly became wide as she felt a clammy, frozen hand wrap around the back of her neck grabbing at her from behind. She tried to turn her head to see who was behind her in the room but was paralyzed motionless. The blanket that wrapped around her, fell loose and dropped to the floor. Then, a small breeze pushed through the room blowing the candle out. Finding ability to move a bit, but still in the clutches of the cold, the frozen hand guided her back to her bed where they turned warm upon her laying down. The warmth soothed and massaged her body easing her to sleep. Over the next few weeks the strange nights continued. The Duchess would often awake inflamed with passion and the feeling of being penetrated and ravaged by an unseen nightly visitor. Each time she tried to escape her bed the warm touches would turn frozen and painful. The days did not offer much comfort either. Marlon and Leonardo being two young and virile men cut off from the world were beginning to turn dark minded. They began to torment Betsy who seemed to be on the edge of nervous breakdown herself. They were grabbing, groping and making lustful threats towards her. Each passing day they grew more and more bold until the Duchess had spied on them forcing Betsy to her knees to service them orally. The Duchess knew it wouldn't be long before Marlon and Leonardo grew bold enough to turn to her for such activities. Betsy, decided to take action for herself much to the surprise and relief of Duchess Elizabeth. Perhaps the raping of the cook was a task best left undone. For one night after dinner both Leonardo and Marlon were suddenly struck with a strange illness. Confined helpless to their beds in a feverish state their windows were mysteriously left open inviting the wintery chill and snow inside. Both of the men had frozen to death by morning. Unable to bury either of them due to the frozen ground outside they instead dragged them deep in the woods and left their bodies there as an offering to the wolves. Rid of the the burden they hurried back to the estate before the sun set and night came so that the two women would not become wolf offerings themselves. The crescent moon hung low overhead and an endless gathering of stars in the night sky illuminated the estate grounds. The house perched high, just over the snow covered mountain range gave quite a breathtaking view from the grand tower. Elizabeth enjoyed the view of the cloudless landscape immensely. This was the only time that the Duchess had felt any kind of peace since arriving at the Vanderwall Estate. In fact, if it was at all possible she would prefer to sit in that one spot for the rest of her life it was so alluring. However the temporary feeling of tranquility was quickly disturbed. She felt as if someone had stepped out on the ledge with her although no one else was around. A strong, cold wind rushed pass her nearly shoving her through the door and back into the house. An unusual timidness overcame her typically boastful attitude and she quickly retreated back into the tower. The sense of complete isolation had drained her spirits away. It was mid-February and by the current weather, seemed as if winter would run long that year. The Duchess and Betsy were making do, but barely. The toll on Betsy was great, as she was pale and decorated with dark circles under her eyes now. She was weak and weary but went on with her chores though she seemed to be standing at Death's door at times. It was obvious from the first day that Betsy was the most effected by the strange house. The Dutchess decided to move Betsy to a bedroom closer to hers so that they wouldn't be too far apart. The closest room was a lavish guest room down the hall from her own master bedroom, but guests wouldn't be coming anytime soon. Poor Betsy almost didn't know what to do with herself in such a room as she spent her entire life in a servant's quarters. Betsy managed just fine though, enjoying the softness of the bed. She had never felt such luxury before. Snapped awake the Duchess sat to attention, this was the first night she had not awoken to some sort of presence in the room. It was odd to her, she didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned. The night was silent and the air felt normal. What had alarmed her in her sleep if nothing was afoot? Was the simple fact that nothing was there enough to startle her sleep? She stood out of bed and stood on the floor of her bedroom. Nothing was there. No coldness, no hand to grab at her. She was alone in the room. The stillness of the moment however was dispelled by the sound of Betsy screaming. The Duchess quickly wrapped herself into a shawl and lit a lantern to hurry down the hall. The hallway echoed with the sound of Betsy's screams mixed with the sound of a headboard pounding into the wall. A feeling of dizziness overtook her suddenly, slowing her pace to a careful creep. The dizzy spell left her as she continued onward to Betsy's door, the sounds becoming louder with each measured step. At the door of the guest room, the Duchess pressed her ear against the wood trying the hear what was going on before barging in. It was obvious that Betsy was being attacked by something in bed. She then reached for the door handle but fear swept through her body and the Duchess quickly cowered back. The wind in her lungs suddenly disappeared and her breath became short as a cold sweat overcame her body. Her lower spine tingled and her skin began to crawl from the presence of something evil beyond the door with Betsy. Slowly the Duchess lowered herself to a knee and gazed through the keyhole to see just what was on the other side. She could see the edge of the bed, and it rocking back and forth but not what was going on. Reaching up, the Duchess quietly opened the handle and cracked the door ajar just enough to catch a glimpse of the bed. No other sight seen by her eyes instilled more horror than what was before her. Her stomach sank and her heart raced as her eyes widened in a frightened disbelief. For there was Betsy, her clothes ripped from her, her legs spread and mounted on top of her an imp ravaging her. It had the torso of a man, though the skin was red. It had the legs of a goat, though its fur was brown. It had two small wings protruding from it's back and ram horns jetting from it's forehead. It laughed maniacally at Betsy's screams and pain while it's claws scratched at her breasts and stomach. All the while it's hips pounding into her with forced thrust after forced thrust. Betsy's most horrible scream though, came with the creature's orgasmic howl. It pulled itself from her depths smoke rising off it's phallus. Betsy's genitalia was left scorched and burned from the imp's demonic seed. Betsy laid there unmoving and barely breathing. The Duchess was paralyzed with fear, but when the imp turned it's head to gaze upon the onlooker, the Duchess screamed and immediately fled the hall. In fact, she fled the house all together. She had run out into the courtyard, trudging as fast as she could through the deep snow. A blizzard had descended and a flurry of snow impaired her vision. But what she saw next was no mistake. As she neared the gates the gargoyle statues that stood over began to move by their own will. The grotesque stone creatures suddenly came to life standing up on their hind legs and stretching their wingspan. They let out an awful roar that threatened the Duchess leaving her no choice but to retreat back into the house and find safe place to hide. For the Duchess, a night of Hell was about to begin. Slamming the front door shut, she locked herself in. The stone gargoyles were pounding at the door from the other side warning her not to try another exit. The Duchess cowered in the foyer hearing the high pitched laughs of imps, scampering about the halls upstairs. She hurried into the kitchen, and locked herself in a food pantry. It was dark and uncomfortable, also quite the chore was remaining quiet but her soul and virtue were at risk. She watched through the small crack of the door where a small sliver of light pierced through. She watched as the imps entered the kitchen, sniffing at the air. They climbed over the counters and smashed the pots and pans about screeching out their terrible laughs. The Duchess held her breath. The imps sniffed in the air then fell quiet. A strange scent filled the room that emanated from their pores. The scent filled the Duchess's nostrils and was quickly inhaled deep into her lungs. It then carried into her blood, and began coursing through her veins. Her heartbeat began to quicken. Her skin began to warm. Her chest began to heave. She then felt herself moisten. Her breath was running out of her, she tried desperately to regain control but to no avail. Tears streaming down her eyes she went to her knees, legs spread and began fondling herself. She gave one last effort to control herself, but she was enflamed in passion, a bitch in heat. The imps caught the scent of her womanly honey, and began to move slowly to the closet door. The Duchess tried to tear her hands away from herself but could not. When her fingers slipped into her own depths, she let out a moan. The imps hearing this opened the door, and leaped onto her. Their horrible claws ripped at her, tearing away at her clothes. Unable to move the Duchess laid back as their tongues and hands groped at her. An imp then leapt up onto her chest, shoving it's disgusting phallus into her mouth. Her eyes widened with tears pouring down her face as the thick meat slammed deep into her throat over and over again. Finally the Duchess was able to regain some control and managed to kick and shove off the imps on top of her. Seeing her chance she darted out of the closet and ran off out of the kitchen. Her clothes now tattered barely covering her precious and vulnerable body. She ran up the stairs, tripping over the last step. Laying on the ground she went into a coughing fit, unable to get that horrid taste out of her mouth. She could hear the hooves of the imps clapping against the floor. They were coming to get some more of her. Picking herself up the Duchess made her way to her bedroom and barricaded the door closed the furniture in the room. She then hid herself under the bed where she curled up and shivered in fear. The sound of the imps soon faded away. A long silence swept over the estate. The sound of a crash filled the bedroom as the furniture blew away from the door. The Duchess closed her eyes wishing as hard as she could that this would all end. The bedroom door slowly swung open with a long groan and creak. The sound of footsteps entered the room. The Duchess peaked out from under the bed watching as two sets of boots walked to the side of the bed. Two sets of pale hands then reached under, grabbing at the bed and flung it over onto its side exposing the Duchess. She looked up at her would be assailants and screamed in horror for there before her was the two frozen corpses of Marlon and Leonardo. Their cold, deathly hands grabbed her and dragged her out of the bedroom screaming. She screamed all she could as she was dragged down the stairs and hall to the study. The Machine Dread filled her body as the Duchess knew where she was being taken. Down into the dungeon where the machine sat in wait. She struggled all she could but to no avail. Upon being dragged inside she saw Betsy on her elbows and knees, collared and chained and leashed to the wall. The imps crowded around her, each taken its turn to anal rape her. What remained of the Duchess's clothes were stripped away before she was set onto the machine in an upright seated position. Shackled into the chair by her wrists and ankles all the Duchess could do was await whatever perversity was about to befall her. The corpses of Leonardo and Marlon backed away and stood with their backs against a wall, their dead eyes staring deeply at her body. The Duchess's breath was deep and quick. Her eyes darted about the room as she gave what struggle she could. She sensed that invisible force she felt so many times in her bedroom, and watched in horrified anticipation as the water wheel began to turn on its own giving power to the machine. The back of the chair jerked back in a slanted lean while the legs of the chair jerked upward and apart spreading her legs wide into the air. The Duchess began to panic, cold sweat covering her body. A clicking noise was coming from just under the chair, coming up between her legs. She tried hard to force herself up to be able to see what that noise was coming from. Sweat poured down her face and tears from her eyes as she waited for whatever devilish instrument was about to come into view. What emerged was a wooden phallus, ten inches long which penetrated into her as soon as it was in position. The Duchess screamed out, fighting against her bonds. The machine started pumping the device inside her, pummeling her sensitive flesh, forcing itself deeper and deeper inside of her. The Duchess's body filled with both pain and pleasure as she writhed against the machine, howling out with her sweaty breasts heaving in the cold air. Her body being wracked and her virtue ripped away with each artificial thrust after artificial thrust. To both her horror and delight another wooden phallus equal in size came upward from where she couldn't see and proceeded to shove itself into her back entry. She howled out again, both in pain and pleasure as the two apparatuses pounded her writhing body to orgasm after orgasm. Her honey mixed with blood began to pour down the machine and spill onto the floor where a symbol was carved below. The Duchess was oblivious to her surroundings as the walls began to glow and the room's temperature began to sizzle. The symbol below the machine glowed brightly and soon the sounds of gears grinding mingled with the Duchess's moans, groans and screams. The Duchess's eyes looked forward as the wall in front of her opened like a door. Between heavy pants of breath she watched this very door open, revealing beyond it Hell itself. The machine released the shackles and the false phalluses quickly pulled away. The Duchess felt a snap of a collar around her neck and a long chain pulled her off the chair and into the door. Struggle as she might, the Duchess Elizabeth was pulled into the beyond. Hell greeted her, waiting to show her the dark pleasures of an eternity of pain and rape. The Machine Becky practically skipped on her way home from school. ''It' should finally be arriving today', she thought as she reached her empty home, her parents having gone away on a three month world cruise a fortnight before, disappearing the day after her 18th birthday. That very night she had ordered 'It' online and had been waiting for it ever since. The pretty brunette had been thinking about 'It' all day, which had left a rather damp patch on her knickers. Fortunately for her, the skirt of her uniform came down far enough to completely hide this. To kill time before 'It' arrived, she set about clearing her living room, pushing all the chairs and tables back against the walls and rolling up the rug. Shortly after she had finished, the doorbell rang. Her heart jumped, hoping that 'It' was finally here. At the door was a deliveryman with his clipboard, asking her to sign for the package. Becky hastily scribbled her name on the paperwork and asked the man to help her bring the delivery inside. Soon, a collection of boxes was piled up in the living room and the deliveryman had left. Becky was practically dripping under her skirt. 'It' was here! Opening the first box, she took out the instructions and began to assemble 'It'. Before long, 'It' was complete. Two metal poles stood on a rubber sheet in her living room, both covered in arms, each of which bore a large fake cock. Tubes ran out of the backs of the cocks to a pump capable of powering them all individually. Connected to the pump was a large canister of artificial cum. Becky unscrewed the top of the canister and dipped her finger in. She drew it out coated in thick, white liquid, which she quickly popped into her mouth. She savoured the taste, unable to distinguish it from the real thing. Becky turned and looked at herself in the large mirror at the back of the living room, knowing that she would soon look rather different. An 18 year old schoolgirl looked back at her with brown eyes, her brown hair falling down to the middle of her back. She was still wearing her school uniform, having been too excited to change. She grasped her breasts through her blouse -- a good, firm B cup. Reaching under her skirt she found that her juices were running down her thighs in anticipation of what was to come. She plugged the pump in at the wall then knelt between the two poles, with all the cocks pointing at her. Reaching over, she flipped the power switch on the pump, which began to spin up. Becky tipped her head back, waiting for the first blasts of cum. She didn't have to wait long, as the initial spurts soon pumped out of the cocks. She felt warm splashes across her face and on her chest, each accompanied by a flash from between her legs. A few more cocks started to squirt, hitting her on the back as well. Before long, Becky became unable to distinguish between the different spurts, as they were coming too close to each other. Within a minute, Becky's uniform was completely soaked. She reached up, still being bombarded by spunk, and unbuttoned her blouse. Opening it up, she began to rub the cum into her body, going delirious with the pleasure she was feeling. Her hands roamed up her chest until they encountered her bra. Quickly, she dropped the sodden blouse and unhooked the bra, flinging it to one side. She knelt there, topless in an ever increasing pool of cum with more raining down on her every moment. Reaching down, she scooped up a double handful of the thick, white pool and poured it down over herself. It trickled over her face and breasts and down her body until it soaked into her skirt. Annoyed that she was still so dressed, Becky wriggled out of both the skirt and the knickers beneath it, throwing them both to one side and leaving her wearing only her stockings, their original colour indistinguishable under the cum. Becky sighed and lay back on the rubber sheet, letting the obscene rain fall down on her and scooping handfuls of the fallen liquid up over her pussy. She began to pant as she rubbed it, heightening her already burning desire. After a few minutes of this she flipped over onto her hands and knees, lapping at the pool in which she crouched. But she could not ignore the fire between her legs for long and so she began to shuffle backwards through the cum towards one of the poles, where a low-hanging cock awaited her. She lined herself up and swiftly slid the dildo deep inside. She gasped and froze as the pleasure hit her, and then began to ram herself backwards and forwards. She reached out and grabbed the other pole, dragging it towards her. When it was close enough she clamped her mouth around another of the plastic phalluses, sucking it down her throat every time she slid forwards off the cock in her pussy. She kept this up for a good five minutes, her pleasure building all the while. Then, the two cocks in her both began to spray. The impact of this caused Becky's entire body to tense up in the greatest orgasm of her life. The cocks kept pumping out cum, not limited by human endurance or capacity. Soon Becky's womb and stomach began to fill, causing her belly to bulge out as if she was pregnant. Eventually, her orgasm finished and she collapsed, falling off the cocks. Her vagina started to flow with cum, adding to the large pool in which she was lying. With the last of her strength, Becky reached out and switched off the pump then, still lying on the floor of her living room, she passed out from the sheer magnitude of her orgasm. The morning saw Becky still sprawled in the pool of cum. All her front was caked in a layer of dried semen, but her back was still wet, the size of the pool having prevented it from completely drying out. Her clothes were strewn around the room, the once black skirt now closer to grey from the amount of cum dried onto it. Gradually Becky woke up, and then she remembered what had happened the night before. The thought made her juices start to flow, but she decided that she needed to share this with Sarah, her best friend, with whom she shared a birthday. Glancing around, she saw her clothes and a dirty thought came to her. She picked up the crusted blouse and skirt and, not bothering to clean herself or the clothes, put them on. The bra and knickers she threw into the laundry. Her hair was a sodden mass, so she just tied it back and let it hang loose. She found her shoes from where she had kicked them off the night before and brought them back to the living room. Scooping up some of the cum, she poured it into them then slipped them on her feet. She sighed a little as she felt it squishing around her toes. Suitably dressed, she headed out to go and find Sarah. The Machine She is bound to a bench, blindfolded. She is laid out on her stomach, legs and arms outstretched. She is naked, she is helpless, she is beautiful. She is incomplete. She is here to learn. The Machine is brought to her, she can hear the scraping as it is positioned. "Please..." she says. "Please, let me go..." she is crying. The Machine is placed at her anus, the mighty phallus glistens in the light. She cannot see, it is ready for her. The Machine pushes into her, her virgin asshole vainly attempts to resist. "No!" she screams, but the Machine is deaf to her pleas for release. She is here to learn, it is the Machine that is to be released. "Please! Stop!" she screams and the Machine continues. The Machine never stops. Her pain fills the air, tangible in its glory. The Machine pushes onward, inward, her newly broken ass heroically accepts its mighty phallus. Now the Machine is prepared but she is not. She is left to cry in her darkness while her will conforms to the Machine. ********** Now she is ready, now she begins the lesson. Now the Machine begins to take her. Slowly she is reamed, the Machine owns her ass forever. The Machine never stops. "Please stop," she sobs. Her cry is feeble, She has already begun to accept but she does not yet understand, she is here to learn. The Machine is patient, methodical, she must be stretched to perfection not ruination. Her asshole grows wider, her tolerance deeper, it's only a matter of time. The thrust is timed to monotony, her rhythms will adapt to the Machine. In and out, deep to shallow, undulating asshole. Glorious asshole. It is lathered to ease her pain, but she will become accustomed. She is here to learn. "Please... stop... no..." she voices her defiance, it is to be expected. She has only just begun. Her ass will take the Machine, and it will be better for it. She will be improved, empowered, her ass will take it all. The Machine keeps the pace, thrusting into her anal abyss, it will be a great cavern of please when she has learned. She is left to love the Machine in solitude, it will continue the lesson. The Machine never stops. ********** She is found in the embrace of the Machine, her desperate sobs are belied by her gentle thrusts. She is accepting the Machine's love. She is truly blessed. She has wet herself, the stench is thick. She is hosed down, the Machine likes her clean. She is fed through a straw, a liquid diet. The Machine likes her lean. "Please, no more, stop... please..." She is taken by the joy, her words are denied her, eloquence fails in light of the Machine's pleasure. The Machine takes her harder, faster, deeper. "Nooooo!" she wails to her darkness, "no, no, no...." it is the embrace of the Machine, it is demanding, it is hungry, insatiable. The Machine never stops. She is lathered to ease her pain, to aid the passing of the Machine into her glorious emptiness. "Please," she stutters. The Machine has taken her breath, her cries come in fits and shudders. "Please, help me..." it is her moment of weakness. She does not believe she can serve the Machine, that she is unable to satisfy it. She is afraid that she is not up to the task. But the Machine knows, it has taken her, she will take it in turn. She is here to learn. She is left to the love of the Machine, as it pushes her harder, faster, beyond what mortal man could dream. The Machine is eternal, mighty and majestic. And the Machine never stops. ********* She is unconscious. The Machine has brought her to rapture. The first of many. She is to receive the bliss that only comes from serving the Machine. But the Machine never stops. It ploughs her helpless, sedate form, her body a rag doll at the mercy of the Machine's power. She wets herself again, unaware as she is her body must continue it's own functions. They do not interfere with the Machine and the light it brings to her depths. Her asshole is strong elastic, its cleaves to the mighty phallus of the Machine. It does not wish to surrender it from inside herself. It is good, it is accepting. The Machine thrusts faster. She is awake, she is dazed, it is bliss brought on by the Machine. "Aaaaah, no, what?" she is nonplussed. She is confused at the purity of the bliss, that such could be a gift to her, she feels it undeserved. But she is worthy, she will understand. "Please, not my ass..." Her tune has changed. It is to be expected. Bargaining, uncertain of her worth, her value to the Machine. It is part of the process. The Machine will take her and she will know herself. She will find peace and joy and love. Plus, the Machine never stops. ********** She is left to the will of the Machine. Her asshole shows the early signs of the great cavern it will become. The Machine spreads love as well as assholes. To bring a serenity to her, the emptiness in her ass, it will be a great cavern of joy and beauty, of peace and acceptance. It will take time, it always takes time. Flesh is yielding yet resilient, the Machine is patient, methodical. It will split her asshole wide with time. She is left to its devices, the Machine works its way inside her. Every thrust brings her closer to perfection. ********** She wets herself, she is hosed. She is fed her liquid diet. She accepts the routine, her hips respond to the Machine, even if her mind yet resists. She must love herself before the Machine can truly help her. She must realise her worth, the Machine loves her, that is all she needs. "Please no, not my ass, please..." her ass grows wider still, she is ashamed. She will not be so forever. Because the Machine never stops. "Please, not my ass, pussy... please" she has begun to accept, but not understand. She accepts the will of the Machine, but not the love. She will with time, she seeks it now, she will need it later. "Please take it out of my ass," she has found her words again. She has become one with the Machine, she has adapted her body, her breath is steady as the Machine thrusts her harder, deeper, faster. She is living inside her darkness now, she will succeed, she will grow with the love of the Machine. ********** Her asshole grows ever wider, now to loose elastic, it is close. The cave has been carved inside her ass, now it needs strength to bolster its walls. The Machine plunges deep into her, to her very core. Her pain fills the air, she is lathered to prepare the final lesson. The Machine dives into her, it fills her with love, and begins to twirl inside her cave. The dervish dance that will strengthen her resolve and make her cavern stand eternally, ever ready to accept love. Rapture overtakes her, she is again unconscious, joy overwhelms her body and bliss is attained at the will of the Machine. The long grind of the Machine continues to build her cavern walls. The Machine never stops. ********** "Please put it in my pussy, I want it in my pussy!" Fear has driven her to fury. Fear that she is not ready, that she is unworthy, that she is unable. She is here to learn her capacity, the Machine breaks all boundaries within her and builds her up again, stronger. She tries to thrust herself on the mighty twirling phallus. She tries to escape its embrace, to no avail. She struggles, but she is forgiven. The love of the Machine is powerful and frightening, it blows through pain to crush fear. It leaves its impression, the great emptiness that she is now experiencing. She is almost ready, she is nearing the perpetual bliss the Machine brings. She is left alone to receive the Machine into her glorious asshole, now stretched wide and holding strong. Time has brought her around, she is willing now. ********** She is awake, in the embrace of the Machine, rapture has come upon her. "Please," she moans to her darkness. "Please.... more...." The Machine obliges, twirling faster and thrusting too, hard, deep, fast. "YES!" Hallelujah! "Fuck me! Please!" It is come, the glorious asshole in divine bliss. Peace has come her, she has accepted, she understands. The Machine is one with her cave, her glorious asshole bearing witness to the great emptiness within her. "Fuck me!" she squeals and writhes and drools and laughs. She wets herself repeatedly, she does not care in the embrace of the Machine. Rapture overtakes her, again, again, again. She laughs, cries, screams, her joy is in the air, tangible now as her pain and fear once were. They are banished now, the Machine ploughs her depths, this is all she needs. She is left to the love of the Machine. She is left to the throes of passion. For a while. The twirling ceases, the thrusting desists, The Machine is withdrawn from its disciple. Her cavern stands gaping and glorious, her emptiness revealed to all. "Please," she whimpers to her darkness, "put in my ass." The Machine never stops. ********** She is found in the dirt by a road. She is found in blurry light, she is found naked, bound. "Please," she whispers to the brightness, "put it in my ass." She is there to learn. The Machine It wasn't a bad summer job. I got to work around filmmakers and still photographers. They had started letting me set up the lighting for some of the shoots, and there was even the promise that, eventually, I might be allowed in the room during the shoot. Who knew? By the end of the summer, I might even be allowed to take a picture or two, get my hands on one of those high-tech Canon Mark IIIs that gave me wood every time I thought about them. Yes, a perfect job in every way but one. I couldn't tell anyone what I was doing. Don't get me wrong, I would have loved to brag about this great job to my friends. But, you know the drill. You tell just one person, and then they tell another. And before long, practically the whole town knows your business. Then, it's just a short leap to Sunday morning church service with the parents, and little Miss Havisham from two blocks over creeping over on her arthritic limbs and saying to your mom, loud enough for the deacons to hear, "So, I hear Sean is making promotional films for fucking machines." Yeah, better to keep my mouth shut. My job consisted of interviewing the girls as they came in and getting them to sign the consent forms. The guys had told me it was all right to hit on any of them I wanted, ask for a number. But, to be honest, most of them had that sort of worn look that too much sex and booze and not enough sleep produced. So, I just took the information, got the signatures, and then sent them through the door to disrobe and be filmed while I filed the paperwork. Once in a while, I could hear the moans and the shrieks through the supposedly soundproofed walls as I worked. It made for a pleasant work atmosphere, especially when they synchronized with the swing music that I usually listened to. I mean, just imagine "Take the A Train" punctuated by orgasmic sounds. . . Da dahhhh (OH, SHIT). Da duh duh da dahhhh (FUCK MEEE). Dahhhhhh (AHHHHHH, GOD) duh duh duh duh duh da da da do do dee doodly do (AH). I unlocked the door, opened up the appointment book, and sat down behind the desk to await our first girl of the day. She arrived a few minutes late, a shy smile on her face. Her hair was braided into pigtails and she was wearing a mini-skirted outfit with a matching jacket that made her look like a little girl playing grown-up professional. I could even detect the faint citrus y fragrance, and chuckled quietly at the thought of a girl putting perfume on to get fucked by a machine. "I'm Marie," she said, and her face flushed a bright red. "I'm here for . . ." I smiled and nodded, a true professional. Scott, my boss, had told me that one of the reasons he hired me was because I didn't look like a pervert. "It'll calm the girls, " he said, "To see at least one guy who doesn't look like he'd be jacking off to their tapes after work." I think that was his way of saying I looked gay. Which I'm not. I'm just tall and lean. Swimmer's build. And, I keep my hair combed and nails clean. But, hell, if it got me the job, I really didn't care. "I'm Sean," I said. "I just need to go over a few things with you, and then have you sign the consent forms. You are aware that we can use this video on the Internet for promotional purposes?" Again, her cheeks turned bright red and she fidgeted in her seat. "Yes," she whispered. "Scott told me that on the phone." I picked up a pen and began to fill out the missing information in her file. Height, hair. Those were already there. Breast size? I took a quick peek. Hard to tell with the jacket on. "Breast size?" I asked. "Umm . . . 34 C." Her tone sounded apologetic, though I didn't think she had anything to be sorry for. I flashed her another smile, designed to relax, and moved on down the list. "Virgin?" "Ahhhh . . . mmm . . . .no. Not quite." Not quite. Intriguing, but probably none of my business. "That's good." I nodded reassuringly. "It's easier if you're not." "Oh. Okay. Good." She sounded relieved. Maybe she thought I had been going to scold her for losing her virginity. ""What made you sign up for this?" I didn't even know why we put this question on the application. I could have filled it in without having to ask. "I need the money." Bingo. Thank God for poverty, or the porn industry would be out a lot of cheap labor. "You're all set." I slid the consent form across the desk and watched her sign it, her hand trembling a little as she scrawled her name along the line. "Go through that door. Scott will show you what to do next." She nodded and stood. As her hand reached to grasp the knob I added, "Good luck!" The look she cast in my direction startled me. For a moment, I thought I saw grim determination. It was an odd expression in a room where anticipation, nervousness, and excitement were the norms. Marie disappeared behind the door and I got busy with my work. I had to call back girls to set up appointments, ship videos, and contact manufacturers. I didn't even give Marie a second thought, in fact, until the door to the studio flew open and Scott came out, his jaw clenched and hair on end where he'd raked his hand through it. "Trouble, Boss?" "Frigid," he muttered. "Goddamn bitch is frigid." I raised my eyebrows. Our current client was a company known for making a product that no woman could ride without having an orgasm. "Damn it!" he swore. "Hot body, great tits. She moans and coos and bites her knuckles. Everything the damn company wants. But she can't cum." I moved to shut the door, not wanting Marie to hear his ranting. "Maybe if you just . . ." "Just what? Damn it. We're supposed to be done with this fucking video tomorrow. " "Maybe if I—" Scott looked at me then, really looked at me. "My God, Sean. Maybe that's it. She might just be scared with all us guys in there. I'll go set up the camera and you stay and talk her through it. We have lead-up stuff we can splice in. Just see if you can get a cum shot. Even a little one. Hell, I'll loop it if I have to." Thanks, I thought, not for the first time. Thanks for thinking I'm gay. But, hey – if I handled this, no telling what was in my future. Maybe I'd get promoted to fluffer. That's a joke, by the way. Scott's too cheap to hire a fluffer. I followed Scott into the room. Marie was kneeling on a mattress next to the fucking machine – a Sighbarbarian 2000. Her face held the kind of guilty look that you usually only saw on puppies after they had peed on the floor or eaten the crotch out of your underwear. Her hands covered her bare breasts, and her thighs were pressed tight together. I retrieved a blanket and settled it around her shoulders in an effort to comfort her. A musky curtain of warm, aroused pussy scent surrounded her, and my cock twitched a little. "Sean's gonna run the cameras," Scott told her. "Just you and him. It'll be like being alone in your bedroom." Scott set up everything, showed me which buttons to push, muttered a few instructions in my ear, and then shooed everyone out. "We might as well go for lunch," he commented. "That's give you an hour of quiet, at least. I'll put on the answering machine." The door closed behind him and I turned to Marie. "You want to talk first?" I asked. I crouched at the side of the mattress. "I lied," she sighed. "I didn't come because of the money." "Oh?" "I can't orgasm." She sounded like she was going to cry. "I try and try, but when I get close . . . even alone . . I just freeze." "Any idea why?" Add counselor to my list of talents. "It's my mom and dad." Oh, crap. I knew teachers had to go to the police if they knew about child abuse. Did the same thing apply to pornographers working with 21-year-olds? "I'll be going along, just so close and then . . . I hear their voices in my head. It's a sin. Sex is dirty. A woman shouldn't enjoy it." "Bull," I said. "If women didn't enjoy it, these things would never have been invented." I patted the machine affectionately. She shrugged. "I thought if I did this . . . on a machine no woman could resist . . . I would get over it." I sighed. I had no idea what to do to help. "You want to give it another shot?" She shrugged, her head bent. "I guess." "Okay, then, up you go." I turned my back to give her privacy while she mounted the machine. When she said, "ready" I turned on the camera and watched her reflection in a small mirror at the side of the door. The machine looked like a one of those mechanical bulls you see at bars in the Southwest, but it rested flat on the ground. A bumpy rectangular rubber mount on the top accommodated a variety of attachments, including the 7 inch cock that lodged firmly in Marie's pussy. The remote had two knobs, one to control speed and one to control rotations. As the cock whirled inside her, the rubber mount danced against her outer lips. Marie's thighs were spread and her eyes closed as the machine began stimulating her. A flush began at her neck and spread over her shoulders and upper chest. Her hips rocked with the pulsing of the Sighbarbarian. Her nipples, already hardened to the size of a pencil eraser, stood out from her chest and glowed with a sheen of sweat. "Ahhhhh," she moaned. "Ahhhh." My cock twitched again. Maybe Scott had been right. Maybe she just needed privacy. She writhed against the machine. Her passion seemed to mount and she dropped her hand to her thighs. Her fingers slid along the slick flesh until she found her clit and rubbed it furiously. Her bottom bounced up and down and her pigtails slapped her shoulders. Her breasts, just the perfect size in my estimation, swung back and forth and she would occasionally reach up to squeeze one, or capture it in the crook of her elbow as she raked at her skin with excitement. "This is it," I thought. "Come on, sweetie. Bring it home" But suddenly, she jerked away from the machine, lifting off just enough to break the arousal. Her body stiffened and her face contorted in an expression of pain, despair and disappointment. "I can't," she panted. "I can't." "You can," I told her, my back still turned. "Just relax." "I can't," she cried. "I can't cum." "Just slide back down and don't let yourself move away." "I can't," she shrieked. "I just can't." "Damn it!" I whirled around and strode across the room. Kneeling behind her, I wrapped one arm around her and planted her cute little ass firmly on the leather seat of the machine. Then, I grabbed the remote and cranked it up to medium. "You are going to cum," I muttered. "So just relax and enjoy it." She struggled against me, almost panicked. "No!" I grabbed a nipple and squeezed it hard. "You are going to cum, Marie. It's not a sin." She squirmed in my arms, her breathing coming faster, a moan escaping from her lips. I grabbed a handful of breast and gripped it hard, suddenly understanding what I needed to do. "You have no choice," I said. "I am going to make you cum and you're going to like it. You can't stop me." She continued breathing in harsh rasps, but I knew she heard me. I pressed my lips against her ear, drawing the lobe in between my teeth and biting down on the soft flesh. "You like being a dirty little girl, don't you Marie? But you're only going to be my dirty little girl. My naughty little slut." I slid one hand up to her neck, tightening my fingers just enough to make her aware of my strength. The other hand glided down over the soft skin of her belly. My fingers dove into the soft curls that hid her clit and I began massaging it as I pulled her back against my chest. "I'm going to fuck my little slut hard," I whispered. "Fuck her so hard after she cums for me." I jerked back against her throat. "But . . . you don't get to cum until I say so. Do you understand, my slut?" "Oh, fuck," she whispered. "ohhhh ... fuckkkkk . . " God, that nearly undid me. I wanted to yank my cock out of my pants and bury it in her sweet ass. But I had to stay in control so she could lose control. "You want my cock, baby? You want my big cock shoved up your tight pussy?" Her skin was so hot it almost burned my lips when I brushed a kiss against her temple. Her fragrance, the citrus perfume mixed with the heady smell of her arousal, rose off her in waves. I moved both hands to her hips and held her against the machine while she panted. She was past the point of forming words, and only short, high-pitched noises came from her throat. My cock strained against the confines of my jeans and I rubbed my bulge against her ass lewdly, letting her feel how turned on she made me. "You'd better wait," I muttered. "Wait till I say you can –" She stiffened in my arms and it happened. One long, continuous orgasm rolled through her body. I kept her against the machine, letting it draw the spasms from her,. Then, I loosened my hold and she fell forward, her hips still riding the machine, the rubber mount now slick and shiny with her juices. Her ass squirmed and her tits bounced and I couldn't resist. I gave her a swat hard enough to leave a handprint against her pale skin. She shuddered again and I saw her pussy almost swallow the rubber cock as she rode it. The outer lips were swollen and dark pink and when she went limp and began to slide off, I lifted her off and laid her down on the mattress. Her legs parted for me as I knelt between them and her hips rose to meet my mouth and tongue almost gratefully. Though I had taken the testimonials of other users, I had found it hard to believe that the machine didn't de-sensitize them, that the orgasms didn't deplete them. In fact, they all claimed it made them hornier, made them crave the feel, the taste, the thrust of a real cock. And here was first hand proof. Marie's hands twined in my hair and she ground her pussy against my face. Her sweet juices coated my nose and cheeks as I wrapped my lips around her clit and fluttered my tongue against it. I shoved three fingers in her pussy and began pistoning my hand in and out. I could sense her writhing on the mattress, tossing back and forth. Her hands released my hair and I glanced up just long enough to see her grab her breasts, squeezing the nipples so hard that her fingertips turned white. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips, marveling at the swollen thickness of her aroused flesh. As I pumped my hand in and out of her, I turned my wrist so my thumb could penetrate her ass. This elicited a shudder from her and she half-rose off the mattress, crying out in passion, before collapsing and undulating again. My swollen cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum as my hips ground into the mattress. I almost reached down to release my zipper, but Marie suddenly bent backward nearly in half and screamed, then squirted so much fluid from her pussy that it drenched my arm up to the elbow. Her body shuddered once . . . twice . . three more times, then stilled. I glanced up and saw tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, her face peaceful. I slowly withdrew my hand, every movement sending a quiver across Marie's body. I grabbed the blanket I had wrapped around her earlier and laid it over her. "Rest now, baby," I whispered. "You have time." She murmured in acknowledgement and I scooted off the mattress to give her some space. I remembered to turn off the camera, then I returned to my desk in the reception area. My hand was still wet with her juices, and I rubbed a finger across my lips, tasting her one last time before drying off my skin. For twenty minutes, I sat and stared at the door to the studio, smiling a little as I pictured the sated girl lying there. I wondered if I could work up the nerve to ask her out. And, then, if I did ask her out . . . Would she say yes?