P02E09

The waitresses exchanged plates and dishes as the second course was served, a light soup.

A man with a meticulous moustache said: “An ass fuck is all well and good, but I don’t think it is good that her slit is vacant now… Yeah, yeah, I know that an ass fuck is even more intense than a pussy fuck, it just doesn’t feel good, right now. I’m buying her a secondary machine for her pussy. “

After the money had changed hands, a waitress brought a second machine onto the disk. It was much smaller than the main one, though it also looked like it could do a menacing job. Without the need to turn off the main machine even temporarily, she set up the second machine. In a minute, a secondary dildohead was pointing at her slit while the main one kept thrusting in her asshole.

When it was inserted, the speed didn’t match the main machine’s rhythm at all, which meant that she was getting fucked at two different speeds once the waitress stepped back. It made her face change to a whole new magnitude of expressing how horny she was, and the level of her moaning increased to the steady growling of a bitch in heat. She looked absolutely adorable as she was fighting off the orgasm she wasn’t permitted to have.

The gentlemen around her enjoyed the view, and took another bite or sip. One guy paid for 15 seconds of hyperhertz in her ass, an amazing mode where the machine went out of its way to fuck her as fast as possible; then when time was up, he turned to his bowl of soup to finish it.

After everyone had settled in with watching her get thrashed at two different speeds, the conversation picked up again.

“So how come you made cock fucking her so expensive tonight, Ben?”, Sam said, “Twenty bucks per second… that’s like $6,000 for a five minute fuck. I agree that she’s sexy and I’d love to get my dick into her again, but that’s a prohibitive price, don’t you think? “

"Yes, it is intended to be very expensive. It is my personal opinion that she looks much prettier when she's craving for cock, than when she's actually getting it. So people can buy it, but I certainly won't mind if it isn't, or just for a few seconds. Just like the hyperhertz oral, for example. Available, but not really meant to be bought. Still, not completely impossible if one of our guests wants to pay for it."

I took my chance now and delved into my pockets. I still had the money my mother had given me for my stay, about $40. I passed it to a waitress and said out loud: “That will buy me a four second fuck, right?”

Ben frowned, and replied: “Yeah, it does. It is not often that we sell such short fucks though. Is it your last money? If you wanna unload, maybe I can recommend Lucy here”, he said, gesturing at one of the waitresses, “you can enjoy her for much longer and completely for free. Get a shot in, you know. Even a testosterone-filled adolescent like yourself can’t shoot in four seconds, I think.“

“I don’t want to shoot into Lucy, I want a few thrusts into Lara. I was thinking, I could easily go faster than those two Hertz, I think I can double that for a few seconds. That means 16 thrusts over four seconds. “

The conversation had caught Eric’s attention, and he said: “Four hertz is pretty high for a human fuck, even for a few seconds. Hundred bucks says you won’t make it to sixteen. “

I shrugged: “I don’t have any more money, I can’t match that, I’m sorry.”

Howard intervened: “Don’t worry, I believe in you, I’ll back you. Hundred bucks is a bit of peanuts though, Eric. What do you say, we make it a fair thousand?“

Eric smiled from ear to ear when he said: “Deal. I don’t think your nephew stud will be able to. “

I was feeling a bit nervous. All of a sudden, the burden of a thousand dollars of my uncle’s money weighed on me.

The machine was temporarily removed from between Lara’s legs; then her entire body was rotated into my direction. Her legs still spread wide open, I had a full view of her pussy. It was wet and sticky, and perfectly available for entry. Her eyes were half-closed now the constant banging of the machine had ceased for a few moments, but she was still breathing heavily.

I stepped forward and moved my dick into pole position, resting my acorn between her inner labia, ready to launch. Then I looked around the table and said: “OK, I’m ready!”

Ben took an alarm and set it to four seconds, then said: “OK, here we go… three… two… one… GO!”

I immediately thrusted deep into her and started ramming into her like a madman. She yelped and gasped and jolted as the fury of my dick unleashed inside her, banging deep into her poor pussy, already hyper-sensitized after the prolonged machine fuck. But the ropes kept her body in place and gave me all the room I needed for my lightning bang. I vaguely noticed the cheering of the crowd as they counted down the four seconds like a choir.

Four seconds is not a long time, and it was over before I realized. Ben called stop, and all the guests looked at him. When he announced “Eighteen!” there was cheering around the table. Howard cashed the money from Eric, who didn’t really look upset about losing a thousand dollars over a four-second fuck. Then Hoard made a generous gesture, and passed the bundle of bank notes to me. I was stupefied at holding more money in my hands than I had ever held in my life.

Howard just nodded to me and said: “You earned it. “

As Lara’s body was turned back and the machine inserted again to resume her two-hertz ass fuck, I sat down again in the circle of men as a dish of salmon and avocado was served. Several of the others nodded their head or raised their glass to me, in a sign of appreciation and respect. Most of them were in their fifties, and I doubted if any one of them could have delivered those 18 thrusts. I glowed with pride, my star as a stud was certainly rising.

Sam addressed Lara: “So, slut… what do you like more, the steady fuck by machine, or the explosion of young fury a boy like Jason can provide? “

When Lara spoke, her voice was in concert with the fuck she was taking again: “It was… very… hard… not to… cum… I… was… really…. struggling… there… “

Sam smiled at her, and as he looked down on her slit as it rotated in front of him, he added: “Yeah, I bet. I suppose it is easier to take the machine, right?”

He looked at Ben again and said: “Actually, a bit TOO easy. I’ll buy her a flipover and some clamps, and tune her down to 800 mHz. She can simmer for a bit. How much is that, Ben? “

“Let's see… $190, I think?”