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Chapter 14 by SparkyMan SparkyMan

What's in the room?

Recording Studio

I entered the relatively small room with nervous trepidation, unsure what I would find. I was also curious as to why my unnamed friend was not allowed in here. I suddenly became somewhat aware of what was in store.

Along one wall was a plush couch, with a small refrigerator set up as an end table. I could only assume that it was also stocked with cold beers, “for Master’s guests.” The other wall however, is what caught my attention. There was a large screen in the middle of the wall surrounded by three small monitors on either side and four monitors across the top. Along the bottom of the screen was a long table filled with keyboards, joysticks, video machines, and computers. In front of the table was a plush, comfortable, high back office chair on wheels.

The hostess did say, “Help yourself.” I took a swig of beer and cleared a spot on the table for it. I powered up the seven monitors and the large screen television. As I sat in the chairs, each of the screens came to life one by one, each showing a different part of the house. It took a little while, but I easily mastered the controls and figured out how to manipulate the cameras to pan and zoom. It was also clearly indicated how to switch certain monitors to the large screen and how to record various views on the array of recording decks. I also located under the desk a printer that would produce still frame images at the mere push of a button.

I widened the angle on all the cameras and panned each one back and forth until I located my lovely red-headed hostess in the living room area. She was pushing something across the floor towards the middle of the room. I zoomed in to get a better image of her ass sticking out as she continued pushing what looked like a large tube cut in half, and carpeted all around. There were two thick black wires coming from the bottom of the unit. She took one wire and plugged it into a nearby outlet. She then returned to the middle of the room and opened the door under the coffee table located off to the side. I couldn’t see what she was rummaging through, but gasped in shock when I saw her pull out an extremely large, thick dildo. It looked to be about twelve inches long and thicker than her wrist. I immediately fumbled about the room eventually recording every detail of my hostess’ activities. I also transferred her image to the clearer large screen for my viewing pleasure. I continued to watch in awe as she carefully attached the giant dildo to the carpeted hump on the living room floor. She then produced a bottle of baby oil, seemingly out of nowhere and applied a generous amount to the fake cock, smearing it around with her free hand.

My nameless new friend stood over the interesting contraption, straddling herself over the cock, pointing straight up towards her pantied crotch. Ever so slowly, with determined concentration, she lowered herself down till her pussy was only inches from the tip, balancing herself by kneeling and leaning forward onto the modified hump. Carefully, she reached between her legs and pulled her slim panties to the side, revealing a freshly, clean shaven pussy. She slowly leaned back, pressing herself onto the fat bulbous head of the fake dick. Ever so slowly, the fat pole disappeared into the lovely lady’s twat. With the enormous cock fully embedded, she slowly sat up and slowly inhaled a lungful of air, causing her lovely tits to thrust out on wonderful display. She smoothed her fiery hair back off her face and fetched the black box attached to the second cord coming out from the bottom of the machine. As if in a ritual, she carefully balanced the tiny box on the rounded hump, about six inches from her stuffed snatch. Zooming in tighter, I could see the box had two switches and two dials. She flicked one switch, and slowly turned the dial beneath it. As soon as she did, her eyes popped wide as she inhaled sharply. I suddenly became aware of a slight buzzing sound coming through a set of speakers mounted into the ceiling above me. I watched the lady caress her skin, running her hands over her body as it began to tremble. She smoothed the bumps raised on her thighs as her hands traveled along their length. I noticed her breathing had quickened slightly, finally figuring out that the cock was vibrating.

After growing accustomed to the sensations, the pale-skinned beauty reached down and turned the dial some more. Her body quaked at the sudden burst of energy, causing my own cock to twitch, growing exponentially harder by the minute. The buzzing sound became more evident, only muffled by the pussy it was enveloped in. Her body thrashed several times as the tremors traveled through her. She slowly began rocking her narrow waist back and forth on the hump she was straddling, slowly riding the bull horn to her sexual satisfaction. Her hands, again, wandered all over her body, lightly caressing and teasing her skin, raising her level of excitement. Tiny bumps were now visible on the tight-fitting leather top. Her long manicured fingers traced deliberate circles around them, making them more and more pronounced. After several minutes, she had grown accustomed to the vibrations and turned the knob full blast.

The sound of a muffled chain-saw immediately filled the room, as the gorgeous female howled, bucking wildly, thrashing her head in all directions. She fell forward onto the hump, bracing herself with her hands. Her hips began gyrating and grinding onto the buzzing cock filling her pussy. Zooming the camera back in I could see her frothy womanly cum oozing from the tight seal around the base of the cock, stretching her wide. She began slowly fucking the electrified prod, moving only inches at a time. Up and down, she repeated over and over again, exposing more and more hard cock with each stroke. Her juices combined with the baby oil, making the cock sparkle in the room light. Several minutes later she was fucking up and down on the whole pole, keeping just the fat tip buried in her hole before thrusting down to engulf the entire shaft. I watched as she got into it, bucking up and down, running her hands over her sexy body, pulling at her breasts, still bound within the tight bra.. Her breathing had risen to a quickened pace, bringing her rate higher and higher. Tiny droplets of sweat were beginning to appear on her otherwise immaculate form.

The object of my current desires had adjusted to the sensations coursing through her body, and reached down to the box once more. She flicked the second switch quickly and placed her hand over the dial, even as she continued fucking the vibrating pole. She held her breath and prepped herself for the onslaught just before wildly spinning the knob all the way around. “YEEEEAAAHH, YESSSS,” she screamed out as the shaft began rotating and thrusting, while still vibrating. She was fucking back onto a machine that was fucking her! The cock wriggled and turned, and pumped in varying directions, working its way through the bald pussy of the hostess. She fucked wildly, and rode the machine as if she were riding a bucking bronco, slamming herself down onto the magnificent cock, sending her through multiple orgasms. Nearly five minute had passed when she finally collapsed, falling face forward onto the hump, flicking both switches as she did so. Nearly another five minutes had gone by as I watched her slowly recover from her endeavor as my cock slowly deflated to normal proportions.

She delicately extricated her ragged body from the spear she was impaled upon, her body now coated with a brilliant sheen of sweat. She sat upright and smoothed out her hair again, making herself presentable. Then the sound of a ringing phone echoed through the speakers. I watched as the hostess glided towards a table, panning the camera as she did so, and picked up the phone. “Master Brad’s residence, how may I help you,” she responded cordially. I could only hear her end of the conversation. “Yes! I believe so. I will. Okay. See you then.” She then hung up the phone and proceeded to clean the living room of any evidence of her recent escapade. I ad to admire the way her stretched and sopping pussy swallowed the bikini bottom between those blood engorged lips. She made no attempt to fix the clothing as she put everything away. When she was done, she had disappeared from the camera’s view. I scanned the other monitors, unable to locate where she had disappeared to. I finished the beer at my table, continually scanning the monitors when a knock at the door broke my concentration.

Who's at the door?

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