From Jenny to Mei Ch. 10

"God damn you are hot, Ai," he said.

Somehow the restraints made the experience worse and better for her at the same time. As the sensations threatened to overwhelm her, the urge to be free of the stimulations rose to near panic. It made the binding intolerable until the moment the orgasm smashed into her, then the sensation of helpless immobility became its corollary, a safe and carrying embrace.

As she rode the back side of her latest orgasm down she pondered him. It was as though he knew this setup was exactly what she needed to get the maximum sensual potential out of her.

'God, this guy is something else. I've never had an experience like this.'

She knew a few weeks ago when she decided to pay for college this way she'd run into some guys with, 'special needs,' but this was not what she had in mind. She was well into her fourth or fifth orgasm from this guy's machine and they were good ones, fucking insane ones. One or two popped out of nowhere and slammed into her, turning her over and turning off the lights. She wondered how long she could keep coming like this. She didn't feel pain, except for the exquisite misery of her nipples. The dildo pumping her ass became more of a friend than an invader and the one in her cunt was like a lover she'd dream about for weeks to come. This was certainly the most intense sexual experience of her life and she didn't see why she should let it end until she got everything possible out of it. She knew he was now standing next to her, enjoying watching her get fucked like this. She thought, 'This is really turning him on. I love that!'

"Hey," she said with more strength than she felt, "Philip?"

"Yes, Ai. Are you in pain?"

"No. It's really, REALY great..." she began to feel weak and closed her eyes, pushing off another orgasm until she could finish the sentence, "I... I won't be able to take that vibrator for much longer but..."

"Yeah, higher on the vibrator?"

"No, t-take off your p-pants..."

That did sound like a good idea.

"I've got one more hole you forgot about. Come put it in my mouth and then, when you come, you have to shut this thing off. Ok?"

His pants hit the floor, he kicked the Hitachi into high gear and she hopped a few times as the completely mind blowing vibrations turned her clit into a buzzing endorphin factory.

She had seen more cocks than she could count; big ones, small ones, white, Asian and black ones; those that curved up, and those that curved down. Philip's wasn't the largest she'd seen but it looked meaty and substantial. Rather than her usual thoughts at a moment like this, how long or how thick, she wondered what it weighed. It also had the nice big head she liked and, best of all, it was thick. 'God,' she though, 'and a nice dick too!'

"Q...Q...Quick, get up here, I'm going to c-come again. I can't stand it!"

He stood on the bench precariously, he didn't design it for this, 'I have to weld some foot holds,' he thought. He took a moment to look down and admire her thin face. She had one of the most beautiful, innocent faces he'd ever seen, like a little girl's face, pure and bright. He laid the base of cock along her chin, touching her nose and resting it between her eyes. She looked past his cock and it into his glowing pools of green. 'God he has hot eyes', she thought and laid out her tongue for him as he slid it back, bringing the head down slowly to her mouth.

'Damn, that's a tool!' She pondered, with the few unallocated brain cycles she had left, the thick, mostly hard tube as the tip lay hot against her forehead. 'That lucky bitch. I hope she worships it like it deserves.'

"You've got such a nice cock," she said, "Let me suck on it while I come... just put it inside and don't move it please."

"Sure." He did and she opened and closed her lips about him, sort of walking her lips around it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of him inside her, on the lunges of the objects below her and searched for the next orgasm. It didn't take long. He'd starting rocking just a bit and the motion against her tongue triggered it. It was the whole feeling of being totally his for a moment. Completely in the physical possession of this stranger, his to control, his to fuck. She liked the security of the feeling and the giving.

She overlaid what was happening with a thin layer of fantasy; he took her, claimed her and kept others away. Feeling his cock in her mouth was her relinquishing herself and she opened to him and willed him to bury himself in her. She screamed and began shaking her head. He withdrew as she had hoped.

"Fuck, Philip, can you get that down my throat?"

He didn't answer and when she opened again he pushed in, hearing her whine turn an octave higher. He didn't get it as far as she hoped but it was at the back of her throat and would go no further. In moments she went ridged again, squirmed, howled around his cock and shook. After twenty seconds she went still and quiet except for the sounds of air escaping her nose as he pushed her breath out with his cock. She had a dreamy, contentedly stupefied look in her eyes.

"Is that enough, baby?" he asked. She blinked and nodded her head. His strokes were long and considerate, giving her ample opportunity to breath and talk if she needed to. However, she was so content to be the recipient, giving as the taker, that she had nothing to communicate at the spoken level. The sounds she was making said all she felt.

In a few minutes he was ready and she built back up with him, feeling his tempo increase, seeing that look of uncontrollable need in his green eyes. 'This is going to be so good,' she thought, eager for him to come. When he did, she saw his head jerk back, heard him grunt, and felt the contractions ripple through his cock as he unloaded into her.

'One... (Yes! I love this). Two... (He is so damn MASCULINE). Three... (Pump it right into me). Four... (Hot, white cum). Five... (Sliding down my throat). Six... (I can't believe I don't have to pay him). Seven... (Still? So much!). Eight... (Please call me back)! Nine... (Ok, that's enough). Ten... (Holy shit, still coming)!'

He was finally spent and she was too waisted to come again, not feeling a thing on her clit but an uncomfortable numbness that was going to kill her if it lasted another second. It was definitely time to stop, but she would endure until she could suck it last bit out of him, 'I owed him that much,' she figured.

"Jesus, Ai, that was fantastic," he said, his cock still in her mouth. She tried to say something, but he realized his dick was kinda getting in the way.

He pulled out and she burst out, "Shut it off. Quick, shut it off!"

He hopped down, killed the wand, reached under for the switches and dials and brought the whole thing to a stop.

"Goddamn, I can't feel my pussy," she said with a laugh that peaked through her gasps for breath.

He unbound her, rotated the wheels so she wasn't impaled on the machine and lifted her in his arms, her hundred something pound frame as light as a feather. He took her over to the couch and softly laid her out, covering her with the throw. He left and returned a moment later with water and some massage oil. He put a pillow behind her and began to massage her feet.

"How do you feel?"

She was still dazed. "Like I've been run over by a truck. That was the most amazing ..."

"You feel peaceful, contented? Satisfied?"

"I want to sleep for a weak. It was amazing. I've never had anything like it. One suggestion though."

"Sure, please."

"A kill switch."

"Huh?" It was a term he didn't imagine she'd know.

"Yeah. When a girl comes she wants her man to, like slow down right away. When that thing keeps pumping away like that it gets, I don't know, like, so demanding. I like that you used and induction motor, needs a transformer but you got the power and heat dissipation all worked out. You might try Delrin if you want to get rid of the ticking. It's an acetal copolymer resin made by DuPont. I can get you some if you want. But I don't know; I kinda like the clickity-clack sound." She saw the look in his eye and answered his unasked question. "I'm taking Industrial and Systems Engineering at San Jose State."

"Wow. No way?" He was as shocked as he would have been had she told him she was a studying to become a nun. They continued to talk about the machine in detail. She offered suggestions, he let his mind boggle.

"Tired?" he asked, moving the massage to her elegant calves. "I could let you nap here for awhile."

"I've got other appointments."

"Cancel them."

"Oh... my manger would get angry."

"How many?"

"Two more. It's a slow day."

"How much?"

"Both are four hundred, in-calls across the bay."

"I'll pay for 'em."

"Really?"

"Sure, would you like to?"

"Yeah, I really would. I mean what could top that? I hate to disappoint anyone but I'm sore, and sucking some stranger off just doesn't appeal to me at the moment."

"You know, we're already over time," he said.

"Really, I lost track. Where's my phone?"

"I'm charging it for you."

"Oh, well I'd better call my manager before he gets pissed off."

He got her phone. "Leave him."

"What?"

"You want to right? I mean just quit and start over."

"He'll beat me up for sure."

He didn't respond, sometimes other people's problems were their own.

"Oh, it's only two. I have some time. Next one's at five. Do you want me? As a regular?" She was hoping to god he'd say yes.

"No. I'm good but you were wonderful."

"Thanks, you too. I haven't ever come like that. I mean, I can come a couple of times in an hour, if the guy is good and all but... That was just amazing. Your girl's going to love it."

"Thanks."

The conversation sputtered to an end as his massage worked up her body and she settled into it like a down mattress. She appreciated the strength and confidence he showed manipulating her body. She said, "You're good with your hands," when the pads of his thumbs pressed the circumference of her areole in slow delightful circles.

"I've always been a tinkerer," he said.

"No, I meant the massage."

"Oh, thanks."

"It feels like you care."

"That's the secret of doing anything well."

"Can I give you another blow job?"

Not a guy given to refusing such offers, he pondered for a bit.

"I'd like to, to say thanks," she added quickly, eager to let him know it was not part of the service, "It was an experience I'm not likely to repeat. I've been told I give great head."

He considered, as though it were a hard choice. He admired her perfect slight breasts, which just fit his palms, her flat oiled tummy that showed the extremely delicate hairs on her olive skin. Rather than answer her offer he asked, "Do you enjoy sex with women, Ai?"

"Oh, god yes."

"Did you like the pain of your nipples being sucked like that?"

"Um, yeah, I mean in the context of being tied up like that. It certainly added a new dimension." She hoped he was taking the conversation to the conclusion she had in mind.

"Can you obey someone you trust without question?"

"I think so."

"I'm gonna take a raincheck on the blow job if I can. Let's just relax for a while and let me massage you."

"Sure." She was disappointed but tried not to sound like it.

He continued the massage for a while and thoroughly enjoyed it. When she seemed to have recovered he called her a taxi and, as she left, she said, "You know, I'm not his slave. I can come back off the clock and keep you company. We can talk about engineering and do some refinements on your machine and some more testing and tweaking."

"I'd like that, Ai. I'll call you or send you an email."

"Great," she said with a kiss and skipped down the stairs and out the door.

Philip sat down at his computer and dug through her phone. She was what she claimed, which was nice. He prepared another thumb drive, got some masking tape, tore a bit off and wrote Ai on it and started copying.