(This idea came to me first, will try and continue a bit more in the 'Night with Tony and the machines)
The night was a haze. Your normal rational mind would have told you to up and leave after the first machine but the day of fucking random men not to mention all the orgasms you have had since you got here had shook your mind into its current state.
You remember Tony using all kinds of weird and yet wonderful machines on your body, you remember screaming his name in ecstasy over and over, you remember him between your legs, thrusting into you while a large dildo attached to a toolbox ploughed into your arse.
You awake slowly, your entire body stiff and incredibly sore.
You discover you are lying in Tony’s bed, him behind you, his arm draped over your shoulder, you move just a bit and feel a twinge of pain in your hip.
You slowly slide out of the bed, feeling something odd in your pussy, as you slide over you feel Tony’s deflated member slide out of you, with a very small amount of cum following it. Looks like Tony fucked you bareback last night as well.
You won’t terribly worried now, since the events of yesterday’s shoot with numerous people, you started to enjoy the sensation of being fucked without protection, not considering the possible results.
Tony continues to snore deeply as he looks quite tired.
Now that your brain was off the sexual high you wore on, you almost feel ashamed of yourself now.
You notice the camera on the bed stand next to him. You slowly pick it up and rewind it. The camera comes to life and flickers with light as you watch it display the show of you being fucked by numerous machines and devices, you watch in amazement as it capture each gasp, moan and orgasm and even the few times that you noticed yourself ejaculating over the device… you don’t remember yourself being a ‘squirter’
You put the camera down and quietly edge out of the room, your body groaning with each step. You find your clothes in the lounge room still and pull them back on, not bothering with your panties. You find the bathroom and adjust yourself as best as possible, adjusting your hair and washing your face.
After sliding your clothes back on you notice the time was already in the afternoon, and head to the front door.
You make your way back home, very sore but quite satisfied.
After a short drive back home you open your front door and hear the washing machine going in the background, your nipples tighten at the sound.
“I’m back” you call, your mum responded “Have a good night?” from down the hall.
“Was fucked silly by a lot of machines” you repliy. “What? I can’t hear you over the washing machine. “Was freaken Sally’s day to wash the cars” you call lounder. “Uh hu” your mother response, not hearing the words correctly.
You return to your bedroom, stripping out of your clothes and wrap yourself in your favourite robe and head to the bathroom.
After 20 minutes in the shower, the warm water relaxing your very stiff muscle and joints you finish off, and dry yourself clean, after wrapping yourself in your robe, you hear the he sound of the washing machine again, as it spins up for its final rinse cycle. Your legs almost turn to jelly at the sound and you have to reach out and hold onto the bathroom sink as your body almost trembles.
“What tha ….. mmmm” was all you could muster as your body shuddered with excitement form the sound of a moter spinning.
You hold onto the sink, trying to brace yourself, you hips shuddering, almost humping the air as you feel your body shudder in orgasmic bliss, before you drop to your knees.
You are gasping as the washing machine stops.
“What the hell??” you sat to yourself.
It was almost like your body recognized the sounds of a moter and remembered the pleasure it got from the tools at Tony’s.
You stand up slowly, and reach for the door, failing to notice your mini-orgasm as caused your robe to become open, revealing one breast to the world.
You open the door to almost walk into your step dad. He has something in his hand.
“Joy ….” He says.
What does your step-dad have in his hand, is it the magazine from Mr Crassle before your shoot? Is it your report card, Tony’s card or something completely different, what about your current condition to machine noises, Does your Step-Dad want some action also?
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