Not on your life

Your orgasm subsides after a few moments as your eyes slip shut, but your member is never given a chance to recover. Instead, it's **** back to hardness when a warm, fluid sensation surrounds it and the suction renews itself. Your eyes snap wide open, stars flashing in the edges of your vision as you look up at Alessa's amused features, green eyes dancing with mischief.

"I said I could play your body like a fiddle, Jace." She leans down to whisper in your ear, teeth pinching the lobe. "And I intend to."

And with that, the suction doubles in strength and the time between sucks decreases to the point where it feels like a wet sinkhole is jacking you off at maximum speed. The only difference from when you do it yourself or are being touched is that this machine will never grow tired. A moment of fear and panic hits you as you look up at Alessa and see the devious sparkle in her eye. She could--and would--keep you tied to this bed all day and night and have this machine basically tear your dick to shreds giving you unending orgasms, if she so wished. The thought that she might actually do it sends a horrific chill down your spine.

And a massive jolt to your balls.

And just like that, you're coming again, with your breath leaving your lungs in a whoosh and Alessa's laughter in your ears. Her tongue is the next thing in your ear as it and her lips play all over your face and neck, tasting you and apparently liking what they find, because they don't stop. You come again five minutes later, with another application of whatever warm, lubricating liquid she keeps injecting into that tube at your groin. Despite your recent orgasms, you can't seem to get any softer. As a point of fact, your orgasms seem to be getting closer and closer together--and the buildup a great deal more painful because of the overstimulation, despite her lubrication.

Alessa leans down somewhere between four and five, straddling your hips and pressing her boobs into your chest. The rock-hard points dig into your skin, and you moan in helpless submission as you lean your head down, trying to get to them. Catching your movements, Alessa smiles and lifts herself into your mouth, your lips wrapping around them gratefully as a sudden twitch from the machine pushes you into another mind-numbing orgasm. When you're finally a bit more coherent, you realize it's getting rather hard to breathe, and the reason is readily apparent when you open your eyes and see nothing but glorious cleavage.

Then it occurs to you that you're being smothered, and panic tries to knock on your door only the rest of your body and mind is screaming in ecstasy at all the ways she's playing your body. And it occurs to you that maybe you wouldn't mind dying like this. It's the last thing you think before another electric shock of pure pleasure shoots through every nerve in your body, and that shock plus oxygen deprivation instantly renders you ****.