Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2008 02:24:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Super Suction

It was one of those tiresome days, Superman had a terrible day at his job
of saving the world. Although he had won, it was a long tedious day of
battling an overgrown metalic robot designed by some quack to eliminate
mankind. The robot never seemed to give up, and was built to withstand many
bouts of combat with the obvious contender being Superman. The robot had
succumbed when both its metalic eyes were finally caved in by the ultimate
Man of Steel. Superman had given up on pounding on its stomach which was
made of hard steel to withstand ultimate danger from incredible pounding
force. The robot fell to the ground and plummeted to its doom. However,
Superman was drained of his strength, and had to rest. So he went home to
his quiet abode, where things were still and nobody was around.
      As usual he sneeked in the backway, to avoid ruining his identity to
the home of Clark Kent. Fully dressed in his Superman suit, he sat
anxiously on the soft couch that yearned for relaxation to his aching
bod. His head was spinning and he felt as if he had gone to war all by
himself, which in essence, he had. Stretching his legs out he decided to
take five, and folded his hands to grasp each other on his stomach. Just
then he heard an automatic sound of machinery in the other room. Without
getting up, he gazed with his X-ray vision and noticed it was the automatic
vacuum cleaner robot doing its job of cleaning the other room. Why now, he
thought, when he sought a moments peace from the real world. He forgotten
that it was activated by weekly timer to automatically clean rooms as
programmed by his roomate, who was totally into the new gadgets to make
life easy, and comfortable. Why now, he kept on thinking, and with his
super hearing, it sounded like a bulldozer!
     The gadget was small, short, compact, and circular with extensions for
any clean up job. It could change its own extension tools propped on its
top side, and worked like a charm, but now was not a good time to think
about domestic chores. It was tiresome just listening to thing "work." He
knew it was a matter of time before it came into the living room from the
den. Laying on the couch upright, Superman thought about snoozing for
relaxation, and grew more comfortable in the soft cushions of the
couch. The robot was expensive, so he thought it best to leave it alone,
instead of dealing with it, and there was no way he wanted to look for the
off button NOW. Even looking for the remote would be a chore. Just let it
run its course, and it will soon be over with what its doing. Which is
making alot of noise at the moment. Finally it came into the room and it
started cleaning the carpet around the Man of Steel. Superman propped both
his tired feet on the chair next to him to let the little robotic shit do
its thing. Gazing at it only briefly, he tilted his head back to relax, and
could hear the robot vacuum begin to clean the sides of the couch with its
extension. It began cleaning around the cushions where Superman lay, and
was doing a good job.
     The little robot saw Superman sitting there with its robotic scope
mechanism, and also noted that the Superman suit was filthy with dust, and
stains of dirt. So it began using its extension to dust off the dirt stains
from Supermans boots. Using the vaccum part of the other extension, it
started to vacuum Superman's tights around his legs, and thighs. Superman
was dozing off, but was awakened with a wierd sense of the vacuum's power
when it reached the stain spots around his groin. "That's funny, it feels
like this thing is sucking me off . . ." Just then, Superman looked down
and saw the vacuum extension had grabbed his dick from inside his tight red
shorts. It looked like the thing got stuck, and the robot was struggling to
break free. Superman put both his hands on the couch with surprise, as his
cock was gradually being eaten by the hard and fast suction power of the
vacuum extension. His red shorts were slowly being devoured systematically
 right into the tube shaft with his dick meat right in it. Finally it
stopped, but the tight suction power of the robot's grip kept the extension
wrapped firmly around his cock meat, which was some how getting bigger with
a sort of sensual feeling that was becoming clear in his mind.
     Superman wondered why the machine couldnt turn itself off, and wasnt
sure if it had an automatic turn off, but the blasted thing was
inadvertantly turning him on. The sucking power was sending shock waves of
erotic spasms within the Man of Steels groin, and the sucking was becoming
more and more pleasurable.  With both his manly tight legs still nestled
against the chair next to him, he found himself reluctantly shifting his
strong knee caps slightly inward as the continuous suction was becoming
clear something was about to happen, The thing wouldnt stop its suctioning
type duty, in spite of the obvious signs that it had stumbled upon an
unusual block in the road. What it was looking for it was not clear, but
the sweating beads of hot strain told Superman he was being sucked off by
his robot home machinery. His fingers began to clasp the cushions and he
thought not to tear into them with his strength. Still, the extension
vacuum tube finally ate all it could from Superman's hard on, and let the
man's entire meat slip into it's sleeve of sucking pleasure. The red tight
shorts merely stretched out along with it, and he was being sucked off
right into his shorts, and possibly out of it. Superman felt his eyeballs
begin to cross as the weakened state of his condition made it easier for
him just to take it. He could see both his bulging muscled legs squirm
forward like a timid rag doll kept captive from this monstrosity.
     It was evident it was becoming all too warm in his Superman suit as
sweat appeared on his shoulders. Did he actually hear this small
contraption start to chuckle in it diabolical quirk of machinery? His legs
drew his knee caps in closer still, as the sensual feeling of hard suction
on his now throbbing dick head had almost reached its peak. He was now
afraid his roomate would enter just as he was getting ready to let loose a
thick wad of Superman juice he knew that was sure to come. Did he say come?
Oh, no. Not that. N-n-n-ot th-th . . .oh. ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, not yet. Dont let
someone walk thru the door just yet. This thing is really going for it like
you wouldnt believe. His mind twirling, and his head starting to look up at
the aching ceiling. Both his strong legs being controlled by this monster,
this horrible sucking machine that doesnt know when to quit. OH, it was
just too good, too good. The feeling of his hard throbbing cock being taken
 in and sucked to death was just to much for the Man of Steel. So much
power on this little thing, and it just keeps getting over and over with no
end in sight. Then it came, in one giant flash, Superman let out his sperm
wad so hard it blew the machine up into little bits, and pieces.
     UH-OH.
     What am I going to tell Robert when he gets home. Oh, man.
     Later, Robert got home and Superman dressed as Clark said to
him. "Looks like you're going to do the vacuuming from now on." And then
winked.


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