Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  I rested on it - on Wendel , wallowing in the feeling of a powerful machine under my control and filling my fanny. With a deep breath I activated Wendel and felt him slide smoothly from me and then in deliciously timed moments he rose, erection assured, up into my craving cunt. I arched my back, altering the angle of my vagina, finding yet again, Wendel managed to penetrate even deeper with each upward stroke. It was sensational.

  I thought of the thin sheets of leather and vinyls that would normally pass over Wendel's prong, to be formed into the varying shapes housed in the formers in the upper part of the machine. They would be stretched to almost condom thickness before being gathered and stitched. I couldn't even contemplate the stitching element within my machine lover, not wanting my juicy quim to be painfully sewn up and never penetrated again.

  Comfortably seated I increased the speed and Wendel started to plunge up into my sex, parting my flappy labia easily with the all powerful machine mind that he was. He could make no allowances for human frailty, knowing only the two directions, up and down. Speed was in my hands and for several minutes I played with the varying gears below the steel bed, via the control pod in my hand. Wendel could go very fast, but I wanted good solid sex, not a quick climax, so the rhythm was important. I found the right beat and placed the pod beside me, lifting my body in slightly different angles, feeling for alternate sensations within. I rolled my buttocks letting Wendel sear one side of my vaginal membranes and then the other. Now and then a ploppy sound would break the constant hum, my cunt juices spurting from me in the vacuum that the huge mechanical dildo formed

  Letting my climax form slowly, I simply varied Wendel's pace and played with the amount of protrusion with which he would emerge, erect from the machine bed. The moment arrived and I built the speed to the fastest I'd dared. Wendel slammed into me, hard, solid and reliable, my soggy cunt allowing complete freedom for his piercing to hit home.

  My orgasms are always quiet. I don't scream or shout. My audible signs of climax are guttural, but my inner muscles contract tightly and now as the climax raged within my brain, I was seeing stars, my mouth hung open and Wendel was rippling against the clenching walls of my cunt. I slowed him gradually to a stop, his tip flush with the machine bed and I sat trembling for some moments catching breath and wallowing in the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

  On sliding away, guiltily I saw the pool of my cum on the machine bed. Easing gently down to the floor, I grabbed the ready supply of rags and wiped the bed clean, raising Wendel 's cock and wiping him carefully too. I grinned at the experiment I'd just embarked upon. With a little kiss blown in his direction I left Wendel , picked up my shoes, but instead of retiring upstairs to rest, I walked on through the factory.

  I was on a high of innovation. A conveyor belt took my eye. The Freddidge Polishing Deck was about thirty-six feet long and was actually two beds that traversed side by side at a controlled speed. Fred as it was known, was the final polishing section of a range of novelties and as they travelled on the belt, various wheels rotated in the gap between the twin belts. The wheels were surfaced with grades of what I can only describe as sort of carpet coverings from rough to smooth, ending in fluffy. I knew the operator could control the speed of the belts, the wheels and the height the wheels stayed above the belt level. I gazed at the machine and its formidable length and complexity.

  Did I dare use it to stimulate my clitoris to new heights? You bet I fucking did. Oh yes the Procurement Manager can swear like the shop floor operatives I blustered as I excitedly found the cable linked control pod. This was much more complicated, but hell! I'd worked on it. I slammed the mains power switch over and a noisier rumble than Wendel permeated the quiet almost dusty factory air. I set Fred's wheels at half an inch high and slow to fast over the entire length of the rubberised belt. I set the belts at minimum speed and climbed aboard, my feet straddling the belts until I was ready to commit to my new machine lover.

  If there'd been someone at the far end, they would have seen the most lewd sight up my skirt which was now like a roll round my waist. I had decided not to remove it just in case. In case of what? If I was disturbed now, it would make no difference whether I was wearing a Versace skirt. I had earlier noticed a slight oil smear on my cream blouse, but I did need to keep that on. Leaving a trail of clothing round the place was not sensible, but oddly I was not in a sensible mode right now. Anyway the sight of my sloppy dangling labia, hanging open, surrounded by my thick matted pubic hair would have looked strange in the context of the shop floor.

  Lowering my butt, the belts chafed my skin until I resigned myself to the adventure and settled fully onto the conveyor. I took off, closed my legs out in front of me and waited. The first wheel rolled between my legs, hitting and missing flesh until it reached my thighs. I slowed it, worried that it would rip my clitty off as that was the purpose of this exercise. Pure clitoral stimulation. Just in time the gearing cut in and it whisked round and round as it passed under my cunt. I jolted as it contacted my cherry loving the fissures of desire it created. I approached the next wheel and again it was a momentary jolt until it slithered through my labia. I stopped Fred and adjusted the height upwards and off I went again

  Wow! The smoother wheel hit my clit with more pressure and then sliced my cunt flaps like butter, but the extra bonus was that it flicked over my arse hole and it seemed quite a nice sensation. I stopped Fred again and raised the wheels again and off I went. The clitoral and anal stimulation was a wonderful combination and I let Fred ride and tickle me for the full passage of the belts.

  Greedily I slammed the reverse gear in and rolled back to my start point, the anal first then clit tickles giving a very different sensation. At the top of the machine I stopped Fred and raised the wheels and speeded them up a touch and let the ride complete before reversing once more. By now my cherry was burning, my arsehole tingled and my desire for more machine love was at a height. I rode Fred twice more before I spotted another opportunity to experiment.

  We had two benches with vertically mounted buffer wheels, purely for the odd time that hand buffing was needed. They were rarely used and my eye was drawn to the wheels, with brand new fluffy sheepskin covers protected under dust shrouds. I slid off Fred and banged his power off, not bothering about the wheels or their slimy appearance. There was no need for mechanical adjustment as I unveiled the nearest buffer wheel. All I had to do was get a box, stand on it, bend double so that I could press my butt onto the revolving wheel after switching it on and lo and behold I was in raptures as the soft fronds of the sheepskin caressed my clitty, cunt lips and arsehole all at the same time. It was heaven and I could lean back or forward varying the pressure. The wheel had a standard speed so I had to rely on my movement to achieve maximum sensations.

  My eager eyes were now scanning the shop floor again as the buffer polished my butt. The fluffy surface was soon reduced to a soaking mass as it ploughed through my drippy flaps. The ends of the fluff turned into tiny whiplashes on my clit and drove me on wanting more and more of the novel punishment I was inflicting on myself. Climaxes were wound up, seeming to burst out and make me tremble and shiver and fall away from the spinning wheel, but I eased my turgid cunt away and let the sensations die each time.

  It was so intense, just like the control you have with a vibrator although my hands were free. I just tilted my butt at the wheel and away I went again. The feelings at my arse were intensifying and as I mentioned earlier, I did intend to let the right guy give me one in the back passage, I'd never had the stimulus so far to try it. Now my bottom was being tickled to a frenzy and seemed so needful of being fulfilled.

  Its funny, even being well born into wealth and pampered through school, college, university and work, a girl still gets the same basic urges whoever they may be.

  I wanted to be butt fucked and Wendel 's upper contraptions caught my eye. A bit reluctantly, but driven by the desire of new adventures, I popped down from the box, switched off the wheel
and trotted briskly to my first factory lover. The upper mechanics were not important, it was the flat steel bed and those marvellously animated stretchers I had inspected earlier. I'd inadvertently left Wendel 's power on so I raised all of his sexy looking prongs. Yeah, the small one seemed best for my purpose.

  My virgin purpose.

  Like a familiar friend I sidled onto his bed, the steel cold and soothing on my overheated labia, which dragged messily as I shoved my butt across to a young Wendel. He looked young, only an inch in diameter, but he could still raise a respectable nine inches like his big brothers.

  I swiped some of the profuse puddle of juices which curdled inside my cunt and occasionally released itself with twists of my body onto my tender, puckered, bum hole. God! it felt good just to finger it, something I hadn't bothered with before, treating the orifice as purely functional. What had I been missing for fucks sake?

  There was a distinct ring of raised muscles round my hole and it felt so zippy. I thought about Wendel Jr's hardness and how it would interact with the delicate tissues in my anus, but he was so smooth and I swabbed some cunt juice onto him as he rose and fell to my timed control buttons. I stopped him a couple of inches above the bed and manoeuvred my butt over Junior and felt for him, my arsehole relaxed trying to locate the dome of his shaft. Ah! there it was hard and cold, it felt lovely on the hot wrinkled ring of my bum.

  With a catch of breath I lowered carefully onto Junior feeling a searing pain which I assumed comes from something alien penetrating my sphincter the wrong way. But I reckoned what ever size and thickness could come down, could go back up again, allowing for the difference of texture of the objects of course. I settled like a chicken on an egg, wiggling my buttocks and feeling the solid tip just inside me. I rose up and down a few times and thanked my lucky stars for my fitness level due to the enormous fees I paid at the gym. I'd certainly tested my fitness today with all the bending and twisting and squatting I had to perform.

  A touch of the control sent Junior slowly upwards, seeking the clear run through from my anus to my rectum. I stopped him several times and moved slightly to try and ease what was quite a sharp pain, but I found that subsided gradually as my inner membranes adjusted to the enormity of the intrusion. You know girls, you've peeked into the toilet bowl and seen what you dumped haven't you. Well truthfully Wendel Jr was no bigger than some of my efforts, especially after a lot of red wine and some exotic food. But the fact he was hard, unforgiving and straight did give the whole scene a different edge.

  Soon I was taking him in one stroke, fully inserted at a nice easy pace and the titillation of my muscles and nerves wrapping round his solidity was sublime. It was surprisingly sexy and new sensations whizzed through me, triggered by the polished hard steel object up my turd tunnel. I speeded up Junior and had to adjust rapidly to allow for what had been gentle inner movements, but once settled again, I was at one with my arse bandit and wondered who the lucky boyfriend of several I would allow to enter in there.

  Occasionally between rapturous gasps and moans from my mouth and dirty sluicing noises from my cunt and arse, I would peer down at Junior. I couldn't actually see him of course, but I could gather my labia to one side and see my sphincter being penetrated, expanding then contracting as he plunged up and down. It was then that I noticed that all of Wendel's prongs were close together as I've described earlier, but it was by chance I'd opted for the last of the three small sized prongs. The next size, the medium, two inches in diameter was only a sliver of steel away, lurking down in its burrow like hole, like an evil cock monster poised to pounce and plunder the next juicy pussy that hovered over its steel lair.

  The edge of the burrow was an inch from my cunt and I pondered on its erection and how it would satisfy me to get the medium Wendel into my by now frenzied snatch at the same time as Junior. Could I take two solids at one time? I grabbed the control pod and stopped Junior at his extreme height. Carefully I raised his brother. I tried to shift and position my cunt on him, but of course, the invader already pleasuring me wouldn't share me. I couldn't budge, but what I did find was that Mr Medium could shoot straight past the soggy sagging portals which were my fanny lips and titillate my clitoris with his cold sparkling sheath.

  I raised Mr medium's speed and prodded it to fast. The prong fair whizzed up and down, lathering my cunt opening and ripping past my engorged clitoris. It was bliss and as I started Junior, tentatively to start, finding I had once again to adjust to his positively upright thrusts, the combination soon developed into the ultimate of girl only masturbations. I could feel a tremendous orgasm building very soon, bearing in mind I had suppressed the urge to have several in my gradual and daring explorations.

  Machine love became so satisfying. Reamed from behind by a tool fashioned by man, but remote from the male species and to be titillated at the front by its bigger twin was a fantastic experience. Control was in my hands although by now I had discarded the pod and just sat hard down on Junior while Mr Medium made my clit shimmer with wetness. The moment came and the sudden lurch of awareness of the impending cum hurt inside my arsehole, but was soon dissipated by the pleasure, the shivers of excitement and the rush of blood to all the outer nerve ends of my whole body.

  It felt like every limb was burning. Blood veins raised on my arms, my face flushed hot and my gut gripped, my empty but satisfied cunt tensing, creating its own pressure against Junior until I just had to stop him, as other urges were starting. I wanted to pee so badly and didn't dare risk water on the machine and its inherent electrics. I always want to pee after a good fuck and cumming and now needed to get upstairs fast. Both prongs were put away and I slid off Wendel's bed and literally fell with a bump to the floor. I sat briefly, legs wide, skirt a mess, blouse wet with perspiration and hair wild. My legs were jelly like and I couldn't coordinate them. I hung onto a bracket under Wendel's bed and hauled myself up.

  The Ladies sign glared at me across the shop floor. I decided the worker's rest room was an easier proposition than up those stairs to the staff quarters and shakily wobbled across the factory. With great relief I unloaded my bladder. My cunt stung, but deliciously so as strong hot pee splashed through its portals, which hung drooping towards the pool in the porcelain. At the last drop I lightly dabbed with a tissue and jumped as the swollen muscles and flesh of my genitals zinged their notes of joy rather than abuse. I sat for a while glorying in my daringly dirty exploits and dabbed again. I thought to examine the tissue this time, having reasoned I could be some way damaged, but there was no sign.

  In the solitude of the empty rest room, I stood at the mirror gazing at the smug countenance of a satisfied woman. First sluicing my face with cold water, I then cocked my legs, one at a time onto the basin and splashed my overheated cunt with cold water. It was so soothing. Then I washed my thighs and arsehole and finally my hands. After a difficult drying, using a chair to balance on to aim the hot air blower at my crotch, I adjusted my skirt. It was a sorry mess, but I smoothed it reasonably tidy and tried unsuccessfully to wipe away the oil smear on my blouse. With a hand fluffed through my hair, I left the room and sauntered casually across the factory. Wendel still hummed and I approached him warily.

  I raised Junior, Mr Medium and the big Wendel. I wiped them carefully back to their high polished state. Leaning over, I kissed them all gently, noticing that they still smelt of machinery rather than the inner extremes of my genitals. The steel bed was rubbed down, luckily in all cases my juices hadn't crusted and hardened. I slammed the power off and left the stretcher stitcher ticking as I checked Fred. He was off and I couldn't be bothered to clean the wheels, knowing they were re-covered at least twice a week anyway. I reflected on the operators thoughts as he puzzled on the strange coating they had and their somewhat matted texture. If he sniffed them, would it smell of quim or oil? I ignored the buffing wheel, knowing that was off.

  Shakily I ascended the stairs, having retrieved my shoes from somewhere between Fred and the buffers. In the q
uiet air of the office suite, I repaired my makeup and brushed and organised my hair. There was a gurgly fart from below and I felt a dribble of cum wet my thigh. Tissues were plentiful and I dabbed it dry. Checking my watch, I had been an hour in my machine boudoir. I happily lay back on the sofa and read quietly. Cosmopolitan magazine offered all sorts of distractions but not enough and I dozed off being woken by the security specialist at the front door buzzer. I let the small fat man in and he went to work.

  Daddy finally arrived, the factory was made secure and he drove me home. I bathed luxuriously and lengthily waiting for Maria the maid to prepare dinner to coincide with Mummy's return from the golf course.

  "I'll be away next week for a couple of days darling," said Daddy over his steak.

  "Conference or clients?" asked Mummy pleasantly.

  "Machinery fair," he replied. "Lots of new stuff from the Far East as well as Europe."

  "Might be wise if I come too Daddy," I piped up, much to the spluttering surprise of Erik and my parents.

  "Well I sign the procurement orders. Thought it might be useful if I saw what we buy don't you. I'm still learning about machines and their mysteries you know," I added sweetly.

  Daddy agreed with an unconcerned nod. Mummy shook her head in wonderment and Erik just stared at me open mouthed.

  I wondered how I could engineer some personal testing.

  The End.

  Halloween Cups

  "Oooh, Mmhh" gasped Brittney, as she stretched the tight material of her Halloween costume over her boobs. She had decided to dress as Power Girl and with her ample assets, she filled out the costume nicely. Brittney was the proud owner of two large, soft, perfectly round, G-Cup breasts. It was because of those boobs that she quite literally bumped into her future husband Jeff when they were in high school. Brittney knew that Jeff was obsessed with her tits and would always have them on display in tight shirts and tank tops.