Bidet

Even though i expected something similar, hearing from the presenter’s squeaky and promotional voice that my most intimate parts would be subjected to a series of sprays, jets, diffuse and concentrated, makes me fear the worst for the orgasm always at the tip of my penis.

At least, sitting down, no one can see what happens beneath me. It would have been infinitely worse if, somehow, they had captured the water jets that, starting from the sides and below, radiate with millimetric precision every cm of my anus.

The hole of the ass trembles, and following that, the testicles are hit as if they were training bags targeted by a boxer.

It's all very pleasant, perhaps too much. The penis is more restless than a horse that doesn't want to be tamed. It literally bucks as if it wants to detach itself from my body and peacefully relieve the pressure that electrifies it.

We are halfway through the types of bidet cleaning when the strongest one arrives, a real mini pump that inserts a liquid dildo into my ass.

It really feels like being penetrated by something solid, and when it happens to your backside, it's never pleasant. Fortunately, it is quick, but the subsequent one, if possible, is even more exciting. They are delicate sprays that, upon contact with bare skin, vaporize and provide a sensation of freshness, followed by one similar to gentle caresses on the genitals.

How many functions are missing?

I ask with a gaze that has its pupils rolled back, overwhelmed by pleasure. I believe this test is going far beyond what is permissible. And i have the feeling again that there is someone behind all this who has orchestrated it.

I have vague memories of another embarrassing evening, moreover prompted by the name of the company of these smart toilets. However, i can't quite grasp where I've heard SW2099 before.

The presenter said at the beginning that my name was mentioned by one of the company's directors. Another detail that doesn't come as a complete surprise. Where did i meet him to have made such a good impression? There's no time to further turn the wheels of thought because the grand finale is approaching with a simultaneous mix of all functions. It's as if my anus, testicles, and every part down there were a battlefield mercilessly bombarded. One explosion of water after another, a vaporization, a compact beam that precedes the next. I am increasingly on the verge of succumbing to the relentless liquid fire that stimulates me without respite. But like in a fireworks show, the presenter stops the frantic fingers on the remote that activates everything and, smiling, declares the end of the presentation.

I get up with trembling legs. I drip a bit along these and from the butt. This time i avoided the drying. My cock is harder than ever and it's standing there, vertical, pointing at people like a sniper's rifle. I don't want it to shoot, and fortunately, it doesn't, and just as fortunately, the presenter has security guards come to me, wrapping me in a bathrobe and removing my nudity from the audience's view. More applause, more compliments on the presentation, and then I am invited to leave the stage. Finally, I will be able to find a moment of privacy to satisfy my penis. Behind the scenes, however, I find a photographer who is aiming the camera at me. I ask him not to take photos, but he does. First, however, he looks at me and says.

-A nice smile for the launch of ENPM.

The flash blinds me, and when the lights leave my eyes. It's gone. However, there remains another sense of déjà vu and that acronym that tells me absolutely nothing but that i have a feeling I will soon discover what it means.