Yes She Can

Jessie had just over five minutes left, according to the timer on the conference room screen. Her bottom was very sore now as the thick black shape pumped further inside her, but at the same time she could feel herself accepting the sensation – it was at a point where the pressure seemed to be hitting a spot which had never been stimulated before, this felt much deeper than any penetration she had experienced and somehow was causing her pussy and ass to respond positively from within her. She felt her thighs and stomach muscles tensing, her skin tingling, building a store of energy which would soon unleash what Jessie knew would be a powerful orgasm.

She couldn’t tell how much further this machine needed to intrude up her ass before she would press the button, but she was still more concerned with the pole violating her mouth. This didn’t feel good, her jaw ached as she tried to relax her throat. The circular plate at the base of the phallus was perhaps two or three inches from her lips, which seemed like a huge distance now that the thing seemed to be filling her mouth.

Suddenly the tip of the dildo touched Jessie’s tonsils on its forward stroke, and she gagged. Releasing the switch, she felt tears well up in her eyes. Even more spittle flooded her mouth as she heaved dryly. The black shapes continued to push in and out of her mouth and her ass as she collected herself, preparing to try again. She glanced at the screen again, but couldn’t see the timer now through her bleary wet eyes. Blinking the tears away she saw her red, sweating face with her mouth stretched around the rubber cock. She saw her own ass, her buttocks quivering with each thrust of the thick rod behind her. God, she thought, this was so wrong. But somehow it felt so good. She liked it when a partner would pull her hair during sex, or hold her face against the pillow whilst using his body weight to press her into the bed as he fucked her from behind. She loved to have her wrists held tightly in the small of her back or above her head, for a lover to just take her.

This machine was no lover, but somehow the complete absence of any human contact, of being completely powerless as it fucked her mouth and ass simultaneously was more fulfilling than anything she had ever known.

She blinked the tears away again. Three minutes. Fuck, where had that time gone? Jessie knew she needed to be quick if she stood any chance of getting dressed before the screen started to show an array of important men and women in suits, all eyes on her. She found the switch again, took a deep breath through her nose, and advanced the machine once more.

The cock up her ass felt deeper inside her than anything ever had, and it was now almost as much as she could take. She felt an electric pleasure building within her and knew that she didn’t have long before she came. The rubber cock pushed in and out as it moved into her throat, tears streaming down her face and an involuntary ‘gack’ sound rising from her gullet with each stroke. Jessie worried about how long this might take, she couldn’t breathe and she couldn’t swallow – this was hurting way more and in a different way to the sore, stretching feeling in her bottom and she feared that she might lose consciousness. From far away there was a click as she felt the circular plate at the bottom of the dildo pumping into her ass press against her, and she knew she had pressed that switch.

Jessie could see nothing at all now through her tears, and still her throat burned from the relentless thrusting. Then she felt the metal ring prodding against her lips and knew that it was all the way in. Still with the switch in position, she pursed her lips trying to push against the plate. Why hadn’t it clicked? That was supposed to be the button to release her, wasn’t it? Then she remembered, words from what seemed to be hours ago – her chin. She had to push the button with her chin. Still gagging around the dildo she tried to move her head, flatten her tongue and push her chin forward.

With a click, she felt the restraints on her ankles and wrists come free. Blindly, and filled with immense relief Jessie knew she had done it! She flicked the switch into reverse and tried to lift herself off the bench, but while she was able to move now, she was impaled like a hog roast on the two thrusting poles. Gasping for breath, with tears streaming down her cheeks and with spit pouring out of her mouth, she cried out as the dildo withdrew from her throat. She still couldn’t see the timer on the screen, but she managed to lift her face up away from the thick rubber cock, still heaving as she did. As she spat bile out onto the table Jessie pushed herself forward on trembling knees and felt the thick member slide out of her ass. She immediately missed that feeling of being so completely filled up, and almost wished she could ride that pole for a while longer and enjoy the orgasm which was so close.

But she didn’t have time for that. She tried to climb off the table, but was so shaky and unable to co-ordinate that she just slid over the edge, crashing into the chairs arranged there and landing on the floor. Gathering herself, she crawled to her clothes. She had no idea what she looked like, and didn’t know how long she had, so she ignored the underwear, pulling on a skirt and quickly buttoning her blue blouse.

She stood up shakily and wiped her eyes. Fuck, 15 seconds left!

The screen was still filled with images of the machine, and the two dildos pulsing forward and backward so she staggered around the table switching off each camera. At the far end she sat in her chair – it hurt a lot to sit down but still caused ripples of pleasure to shoot up through her torso – and looked at herself on screen as viewed from the camera in front of her. Her face was red, her eyes were puffy and her hair was matted with sweat. Sweat was already soaking through her blouse causing it to cling to her large round breasts, showing clearly the outline of her nipples, which were as hard as bullets.

She wiped her face and straightened her hair as best she could, but still she looked a mess. In the five seconds remaining she tried to remember what it was she was supposed to say to the meeting, and tried to think of an excuse for looking so sweaty and terrible. Flu, she decided. That would do it. But most of all she thought about how quickly she could get this meeting over with, so that afterwards she could ram that dildo back up her ass and fuck herself with it until she could finally have the orgasm she desperately needed.