A Machine Ride (/open to 1 guy and 1 girl, 2 threads)

[LadyArwen]

Lily had been intrigued by the idea of bondage and machine sex so had signed up to beta test a new model. Plus a free toy was handy when her rabbit died.

Dildos were currently fucking her pussy and ass at a smooth yet steady pace. A vibe was buzzing against her now swollen clit while plastic cups were sucking her nipples. The remote however was out of reach plus she has her arms tied up via a pulley system, only lifting her breasts higher and tighter. The machine on occasion would speed up, bouncing her on the dildos, but going back to steady soon after.

The machine was edging her, using the higher speed to bring her to the edge.

"Just...need...to...cum." she gets out between moans of lust and need. Her body is on fire and her pussy is dripping with every pump.

The paper tells the finder/tester to work the controls of the machine till she comes. What happens after is up to them.

[Lily, 24, 32C/shaved, looks like Emilie De Ravin]

 

[LadyArwen]

Tiny bump

 

[Obuzeti]

The room is sparsely decorated; the raised saddle that Lily rides dominates the center of the room, over a little drain set into the floor. The rest is bare, smooth concrete, except for a blacked-out window that spans a wall to her left, and a chair and armoire bracketing the door behind her.

The door clicks open, out of Lily's sight. It closes behind her, then a latch spins into place, sealing the exit. Bootheels click against the floor as whoever it is strides up to Lily's back, where the note and remote hang temptingly out of her reach.

"Intriguing," someone says. The voice is a soft baritone, with gravel grinding underneath from disuse. Paper slides against itself, and then the click of plastic as the remote is fiddled with - lowering the machine Lily's riding to a pause, the various devices thrusting and sucking and vibrating - all still, slickened with her sweat and arousal. Then he steps back and aside to the armoire. Some part of it opens with a muted click, and after a pause there's the rattling of ice, and water being poured.

The bootheels approach again, and then a cup appears in front of Lily's face, with a straw for her to sip from. "Drink," he says, soft. "You've lost a lot of fluid."

A pause, as he allows her to sup from the offering, or not, as befits her choice.

"There wasn't a sign on the door marking a session in progress, and I don't know how long you've been here," the voice says again, steady and unhurried. He sounds like he's commenting on the weather, for all that he's got a bound and sexually tormented girl in front of him ready for exploitation. "If you say Red or stop, I'll get you off this thing and to somewhere you can get help, or safety, or what have you."

A pause.

"If you say Green, I'm going to start this machine back up and play with you until you come - which is going to be whenever I choose, and at my leisure. Do you understand me?"

Lily still can't see whoever it is behind her - the way her arms are tied prevent her from turning her head, but the forearm holding the cup is thick and muscled, with little calluses along the fingers and palm. Someone who does a lot of manual labor. The voice is missing a smoker's rasp or a drinker's subvocal groan, as well. Faint body heat can be felt along Lily's back, from how close her mystery visitor is standing.