Sex machine adventures: Spitroast with a fucking machine

Image by the amazing Stuart F Taylor

There’s always a worry, when you tick something off your sexual bucket list, that this awesome kink you have lusted after for ages won’t quite live up to your expectations. As the time to fuck approaches, your eager desire for filth is tempered by a voice in the back of your head that says ‘will this be as good as I hope?’ ‘Can a spitroast with a fucking machine really be as filthy as the scene I’m playing in my head?’ ‘Can DVP with a sex machine really live up to my horny dreams? The answer to both questions is ‘fuck yes’. The longer answer is below in the form of a hyper-explicit story about the first time we used our new sex machine, and there’ll be a part two story coming hot on its heels…

“Has it arrived yet?” my partner asked me, for the seven thousandth time. We had plans for Valentine’s Day. Romantic plans which involved me getting fucked every which way with a brand new sex machine, ideally ending in either DP (one dick in the cunt, one in the ass: stone-cold classic) or DVP (double vaginal penetration – two dicks in my cunt).

Like I say: romantic. It was Valentine’s Day.

As the day approached, I leapt eagerly for the doorbell every time it rang, greedily anticipating the arrival of my F-machine Pro 3 (courtesy of my site sponsors Eva Amour – more on these amazing fuckers later). My partner was away during the week it was due to arrive, which turned out to be a good thing. Sometimes when I agree to test out new sex things for my sponsors, I get a little nervous that he feels pressured to try them out.

I check in with him a lot, of course, asking ‘are you happy to bang me with a giant fuckstick?’ or ‘how do you feel about these beautiful metal butt plugs?’ to ensure I never agree to test a product that he won’t love. But come on: this is a sex machine. It’s a really big, weighty, impressive bit of kit. My partner is not faint of heart, but I was worried that when it actually arrived he might have second thoughts about riding the fuck out of me while I was also being pounded by a robot.

So you can imagine my delight when he kept texting me to ask about it, like a kid on Christmas Eve glancing anxiously at the sky, crossing their fingers and hoping Santa will turn up soon.

The sex machine: unboxing

I’m not going to tell you about the packaging or the weight or any of that boring bullshit: you can find the specs on the Eva Amour website, where you can also buy this exact machine (as well as a whole bunch of other sexy stuff – use code GOTN10 for 10% off). By ‘unboxing’ what I mean is ‘first time use’ because obviously, inevitably, predictably, when the sex machine actually arrived neither my partner nor I could wait the two whole days until V-Day actually arrived.

“Let’s put it together, just to see what it looks like,” he suggested, and I nodded along, knowing full well that we couldn’t ‘just’ have a look at a sex machine without something filthy occurring.

We put it together (very quickly: I’m pretty good at kinky DIY anyway but it was simple enough that even my partner could assemble it without instructions), and adjusted the thrust depth setting to ‘pretty damn shallow.’ My initial fear was that something so relentless and robotic might end up fucking me too deeply, and giving me internal bruising.

To those of you for whom this sounds quite scary, allow me to point out that it’s also (I’m a perv) quite a large (seriously, total perv) chunk of the appeal (oh god please hurt me with your impervious machine cock) of something like this. The intense, robotic, does-not-have-capacity-to-give-a-fuck-about-you nature of a sex machine is primarily the reason I wanted to try it.

I just… you know… needed warming up.

Once we’d set the sex machine to a suitable depth, and slipped on the dildo that comes with it, it seemed almost rude not to give it a proper go. It was right there, after all! A fat cock attached to a robot in the middle of my living room! I was already wet at the thought of getting fucked with it, and my partner’s jeans were straining with the effort of containing his erection.

Valentine’s Day or not, we were going to fuck this machine.

Spitroast: the adventures begin

To begin, he ordered me to remove my jeans and knickers, then bend over on the floor with my cunt presented neatly towards the machine. I buried my face in the rug, gripped my ankles with my hands to keep myself steady and breathed slowly and deeply while he positioned the sex machine.

It would be easy, I think, to see fucking machines as something of an emotionless experience: robots, after all, do not feel love. They don’t feel lust. Most of my erotica orbits around a central tone of lust, or desire, and a sex machine doesn’t feel any of that.

But my partner does. I do. And we were playing off each other like we would while fucking, it’s just that we happened to have an extra cock on standby.

As I knelt on the floor, cunt dripping and thighs trembling and brain whirring with all the possibilities of the fucks we could have, he moved the machine into position and set himself up with the controls. The silicone dick was positioned just inside the entrance to my cunt – a couple of inches, maybe three. I could feel it stretching me out – not too far, but just enough that I knew it was there. My instinct was to push back onto it, sliding it right inside me the way I would if it were his cock.

I squirmed.

Impaled on it and ordered to keep still, all I wanted was wriggle and fuck. But I was patient. I waited. He grabbed a flogger from the table nearby for ease of beating me to keep me still, and waited patiently until I gave him the nod. When I did, he turned up the dial, and very slowly the machine began to fuck me.

What does it feel like to get fucked by a sex machine?

If you’d asked me to plan this fuck beforehand I’d have told you I wanted to begin incredibly gently. A few minutes of slow, firm strokes – the kind I enjoy when I’m getting fucked with a dildo – to ease me into the sex machine experience. But within a few seconds those slow, firm strokes had me wriggling and pushing back, greedy for more and more.

As he turned up the dial and I moaned ‘keep going, keep going, yeah that’s it’, he watched as the dildo slipped in and out of my cunt, getting wetter the more it fucked me. It was mesmerising, apparently. He tells me that watching the in-and-out motion is especially hot – so different to the one you see when you’re staring down at your own cock thrusting into someone. The movements are so precise. So perfect. So rhythmic. As long as I stay dead still, this machine can continue fucking me for as long as I want it to – and for as long as he wants to watch.

It wasn’t long before he wanted to do more.

He changed the angle of the machine, turning it down and ordering me off for a brief moment while he readjusted. He positioned it so the thrusting dick – still, right now, but so full of mechanical potential – had me pinned up with my face against the sofa, exactly where his crotch would be when he sat. He then removed his jeans and pants and settled himself down with his cock pointing up in front of my face. And when he asked ‘ready?’ I knew what was coming next.

He slid his dick inside my mouth first – thick and oh-so-fucking-hard from watching me get fucked by the sex machine. It jammed into the back of my throat, pinning me there as he turned the dial again. The machine started thrusting forward into my wet cunt, and I instinctively started to ride it back and forth, timing the strokes as I swallowed his cock with the rhythm of the machine.

It was tricky to keep it going, by which I mean I choked and gagged a lot. I wanted to be crammed with dick – full in my cunt and right to the back of my throat – so I adjusted my angle to try and swallow as much of him as possible on each in-stroke. A one-two-three-four fucking motion: machine fucks forward, deep into my cunt (one), I slide forward opening my throat to side in his cock (two), the head slams against the back of my throat (three) and I choke and yank back, burying the dildo further into my cunt (four).

Fuck, slide, gag, choke. One, two, three, four. Fuck, slide, gag, choke.

As I got used to the speed, so I also got accustomed to the rhythm – breathing in on the fourth stroke. As I slid back (and felt myself riding the dildo deeper) I’d take a big lungful of breath, so I was ready for the two-stroke of his dick filling all of my mouth.

Fuck, slide, gag, breathe. One, two, three, four. Fuck, slide, gag, breathe.

And just as I was getting used to the relentless, pounding, full-up-and-ready-to-spill feeling, he asked if I wanted more.

Of course I wanted more. It was tricky to say so because my mouth was crammed with dick, but if you’re wondering exactly how he sought my consent when I was far too full of cock to give it verbally, please know that in our house if verbal consent is not possible, a thumbs-up will usually suffice.

He increased the speed, and sat slightly further forward on the sofa – all the better to watch the continuous pounding of the sex machine dildo in my cunt. With one hand on the controls and another on the flogger, he beat me with heavy, harsh strokes as I wriggled with joy at the rigidity of his dick and the pleasure I felt at receiving the fuck machine’s tireless attention.

It was not a neat blow job: I drooled oceans of spit down his cock. The more he beat me, the harder I’d suck him. The higher he turned the sex machine dial, the deeper I’d try to take his dick to the back of my throat. I liked it when it matched, somehow. I wanted the control in his hand to work not just as a direct means to speed up or slow the machine, but as a proxy for how he wanted me to behave.

Harder, faster the machine pounded my cunt and so harder, faster I worked the fat hardness of his dick.

As he got closer to coming he asked ‘do you want my cum in your mouth now?’ and through splutters and chokes and the whirring of the machine, I gave another thumbs up.

But everything was so fucking wet. There were trickles of liquid running down the back of my thighs, as the machine continued its in-and-out, in-and-out, one-two-three-four – fucking all the wetness out of me. My mouth was wet, my chin was wet, the sofa was wet. I did my best to keep sucking him, but the power of the machine and the way it made me wriggle and squirm meant his cock kept slipping out. I was torn between wanting to keep swallowing him in this perfect rhythm and needing to writhe and angle myself so the machine would catch my g-spot.

I was close to coming, so close, but an orgasm was still slightly out of reach: the speed was too high, the machine too intense, the blow job too distracting. I was a bundle of excitement and adrenaline, and in my excitement I kept backing too hard onto the sex machine and losing the grip of my slippery lips around his dick.

A few more strokes, shallower this time as I nudged myself slightly forward to take his full length into my mouth again. He moaned at the back of his throat, that delicious noise he makes that tells me he’s coming: it’s inevitable. As he kept his eyes firmly trained on the sight of the dildo fucking rapidly in and out of my cunt, his cock began to twitch and jerk and he came. Pumping the first few ropes of cum into the back of my throat, then nudging the dial so the sex machine fucked me harder, making me lose my grip on his still-squirting cock and catch the second half right in my face.

 

Part 2 of this adventure – DVP with a fucking machine – is live now.

 

The F Machine Pro 3 (£533.99) was given to me very generously by my site sponsors Eva Amour. They’re absolutely lovely fuckers who sell a delightfully curated range of toys – from bondage equipment to vibrators and incredible sex machines like this one. If you’re thinking of buying yourself a fuck machine, or anything else, get yours with a 10% discount using the code GOTN10 on their site. I can thoroughly and completely recommend this cool robot. Not only does it come with a fancy storage/carry bag, it’s incredibly simple to put together and take down. Not that we’ve taken it down ourselves yet – since we put it together it’s graced our living room, and then my office, because both my partner and I enjoy walking past it on a daily basis and making comments like ‘phwoar, look at that!’ and ‘my God, that’s a sexy bit of kit.’

And if you’re into sex machine stories, you’ll probably also enjoy this guest blog from Joanne about sub ‘r’s first fucking machine experience and this audio porn about a threesome with a fucking machine… 

 

This post is also available as audio porn. Click ‘listen here’ above or visit the audio porn page for more sexy stories read aloud. 

12 Comments

  • fuzzy says:

    By the time you hit the first “Fuck, slide, gag, choke” I was a goner. Deep in the throes of lust, my entire body screaming “FUCKING DO SOMETHING DONT JUST SIT HERE READING IT” and I smiled slightly and finished reading it; because of course, it was the perviest thing I could come up with on the spot.

  • I always wanted to get one of those for my wife but I fear nowadays she would rather use it on me. My only concern is the noise level though.

  • Woohoo! Fucking Machine Adventures. They are so much fun and it is so nice to read your adventures.

    “Fuck, slide, gag, breathe. One, two, three, four. Fuck, slide, gag, breathe.” – sounds like bliss.

    I can’t wait to read Part 2…..

  • Sam says:

    Loved this one so much! Ungh.
    Sex To Do List needs to be updated.

  • PinkGilly15 says:

    Seriously , like wow. The rthymn and pattern you got into and how this played out. I’m gagging for part 2….

    • Girl on the net says:

      Thank you Gilly! <3 I have part 2 half written so I'm hoping that I should have it up in a few weeks' time =)

  • RckRob says:

    Fuck machines are so much fun! Amazing way to put it in words

  • The Once and Future Suicide King says:

    My wife been dropping subtle hints about a sex machine with just this scenario in mind.

    How can I say no after a sales pitch like that?

    • Girl on the net says:

      Woo! I hope you both have a lot of fun with it =) I have more posts coming about my adventures here, but hit me up if you fancy writing a guest blog about your adventures too!

  • SpaceCaptainSmith says:

    Wow, how did I miss this one before? Damn, I want to do this. :D
    Hmm, I do know a friend who has a F-machine… maybe she’ll let me borrow it sometime. :)

    • Girl on the net says:

      I hope she does! They are very fun =) I’ll definitely be lending this one out to a couple of mates when the whole lockdown thing is over. Got to make the most out of it =)

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