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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. John had just finished up work and was heading to his car and he had a bit of a spring in his step because he knew he was seeing Mandy again tonight. Physically Mandy was not his favorite brown haired olive skinned type but rather a well tanned, voluptuous blonde. She was a very sweet and funny girl and while they had only been out on a couple of dates had a great chemistry.
Tonight Mandy had offered to cook John dinner which was something that excited him all the more. While he would break for sex with an attractive woman he would do a double stop for one who was a good cook too. He was really hoping Mandy was just the girl to provide both.
John never enjoyed getting involved with more than one woman at a time unless the relationship was just a superficial one. With the connection he was experiencing with Mandy he really just wanted to concentrate on her. He made the drive to her house in about fifteen minutes and parked in her driveway.
Getting out of his car he thought Male milking machine stories could smell the food and was delighted by the aromas emanating from within her townhouse. He knocked on the door and was greeted by Mandy who gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the lips as she invited him in. John watched her retreating form in a knee length sun dress. Even in flip flops her legs were well sculpted things of beauty.
John was always a sucker for a girl with nice legs and let his eyes linger on hers for a bit before he made his way to her couch. He fussed through some of her magazines and made some idle conversation as he awaited his dinner. Mandy brought him out a glass of wine," how about a little wine to take the edge off," she said with a smile.
It took on a throaty quality that just kind of hummed in his ears.
John kept with the idle chat while he sipped on the wine. It was some kind of Italian red he thought too himself. Mandy must be a good listener because he had told her that he preferred the Italian wines. He kept sifting through the magazines, all fashion with the occasional housekeeping or home improvement.
Nothing seemed to catch his eye or interest him and he tossed aside the last one while stifling a yawn. Mandy called him into the kitchen and asked him to sit at the table which he gladly did and she ed him for the meal. The food was good fare but John found himself yawning and feeling a bit drained. He could only think the day at work had taken more out of him than he thought. Work was pretty busy today. I guess I should hit the road and get some sleep.
John suppressed another yawn as he thought to himself it was not such a bad idea since he did not have work in the morning. He hardly remembered Mandy showing him the way to the spare bedroom and stripping down to his boxers before falling to sleep.
He awoke and was a bit alarmed to find that he was tied to the bed.
His arms and legs were tied to each of the bedposts. He tested the knots and found them to be pretty good. His Male milking machine stories was starting to turn somersaults as he thought about how little he really knew this woman. Mandy was wearing a black, silk slip which was a startling contrast against her tanned skin.
Her ample breasts pushed at the front displaying eye drawing cleavage. The slip only went down to mid thigh giving John a good view of her gorgeous legs. She had on dark red lip stick and her sultry look almost made John forget what a frightening situation he was in. She returned carrying a plastic, rectangular box with a clear plastic container on the end with a hose attached to it that ended with a long black rubber piece that reminded John of the end of a fire extinguisher.
Mandy sat down on the bed next to him and started talking as she placed the device down next to his waist," Men are not to be trusted John," Mandy began," they just can't help but wander from woman to woman spreading their seed like a stray dog. So I found something to keep a man faithful to me. A device that would help me mold the right guy into the perfect boyfriend and perhaps eventually a husband.
She reached down into John's boxers while she spoke and pulled his cock out. She placed his cock into the long piece at the end of the device's tube and flipped a switch on the box that caused a vacuum seal around his member as she continued," It works rather simply John. You are ultimately controlled by your little head not your big one," the sensation of the tube was odd, the inside felt lubricated and the suction was causing him to become aroused.
Her voice was getting almost monotone but keeping that same throaty quality that played so softly on his ears," it's not your fault. That's the way you were made, but all that energy needs direction and soon I will be able to help you direct it properly. When I start the machine it will simply milk you for me and then I will begin the conditioning you so desperately need.
I can alter the speeds to Male milking machine stories you cum quickly or keep it at a snail's pace to keep you on edge for as long as I like," she smiled," that's when you will feel your power flow out of you and into me. I'll be in control then John and you'll be so much happier that way. After that her expression changed to one John could only think of as Male milking machine stories of seduction. He heard a click and felt the machine begin to work on his dick. It's right when you feel that release and the short time after where I work my magic. Now don't worry baby once you've filled the container we can take a break.
John looked down and his eyes bulged as he saw a container that must be half a quart. He could not even guess how many times he would have to cum to fill that thing. Suddenly John let out a moan as the machine worked faster on his cock. The lubricated sides of the device worked his cock better than any pussy he had ever had. Proud of his normally fair stamina he was surprised to find his cock erupting with cum in less than twenty seconds as moan after moan escaped his lips. When he had finished spending his load, the machine at Mandy's control, had slowed back down to its pace.
He could feel her hot breath on his ear as her hand began to stroke the side of his face. The machine kept its slow pace causing John's hips to buck uncontrollably from the sensations on his now over sensitive member. Mandy's voice stayed sultry and monotone as she whispered steadily into his ear," this is the kind of pleasure only I can give you John. This is what it feels like to be with me. This is why you love me John. You know I control your pleasure and you can only find release with me.
He looked at Mandy's beautiful visage for only a few seconds before he felt another load released from his cock. Once she was sure he was spent Mandy slowed the machine down again and started back with her soft caresses and whispers. John's body was quivering and he felt his sweat begin to dampen the sheets. He lost count of how many times Mandy made him cum or what things she whispered into his ear in that low, sexy voice. It seemed like it would never end and eventually exhaustion took him.
He awoke in the same bed, but the sheets had been changed and he found he was no longer tied up. His muscles were sore but from the scent of his skin someone, likely Mandy, had rubbed him down with a healthy dose of sports cream to ease the pain.
He got out of bed and went searching for Mandy. She was not in her room and he went downstairs and found her arranging flowers on the kitchen table. She was wearing the same slip she had on the night, or was it day, he just was not sure. The sight of her caused his cock to twitch and his anger began to soften.
A quick shake of the head and a swift reprimand to himself got his focus back on ripping her a new one. She turned and smiled at the sight of him," Good morning sleepy baby.Male milking machine stories
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