Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 21:24:53 -0700
From: ROBERT ROMERO <supermandisco123@gmail.com>
Subject: The dick milker

I invented and coordinated this robotic wonder to live by my rules, but it
began to think for itself. At first it was a pleasure machine, but then it
got in the habit of doing only one thing, milking cock, at it's discretion.
You see, I would occasionally walk around in this new brand of male
pantyhose, and it got to the point where the machine thought that is how I
looked best. It would actually wait for me to wear those things before it
progressed because it was it's own thinking machine with a history reader
of it's activities.
I would work out and go to the gym, than take a shower at home and relax
around with nothing but my pantyhose on, white t shirt v neck, and home
slippers. Sometimes I didn't like to wear those things because the machine
I made would hide out in some closet and approach me when I wasn't looking.
It was a well made machine capable of sucking a hard dick at it's leisure,
and letting me take it like a man. But it had a hankering for me to look
sexy in those soft tan like pantyhose before the machine itself got
excited. Sometimes I'd be sitting on the couch browsing on my cell phone,
and I could see it approach the couch with my one eye, and it's right
robotic tentacle would caress my right leg as the other tentacle claw would
grab my crotch pantyhose and yank it down. Suddenly the suction cup
organism would exit the machine and make it's rendezvous with my exposed
genitalia and the suction cup would do what it was meant to do, begin to
suck me off.
The suction cup knew what it was doing as it provoked my soft dick to enter
it vacuuming tube until it took it all in. From that, it was a regular cow
milking process of looking for water juice to excrete out of the overly
large tit. It kept sucking and sucking wanting to build up forceful juice
from inside my balls knowing that giving pleasure would eventually give it
what it wanted, a mouthful of man milk to suck down it's container for
interior lubrication that it used instead of oil.
Since that is how the machine self lubricated itself, that is how it got
it's power to run and want more every now and then.
But sometimes, let me tell you, even I couldn't even stand it, as the
sucking power felt so good, I just let it have it's way instead of
disarming it.
Once it got started, it knew what it was doing.
Once it glided that dick in, it really seemed to like doing what it was
doing.
The sucking noise also made it sound awesome. The dick got hard and went to
the back of the tube. The tube itself had a massaging sleeve and not only
sucked, but also sucked in and out as it was doing it.
Once I couldn't help it, as it sucked me off, I put everything down sitting
on that couch, my tight pantyhose on, it had me by the balls.
It sucked, and sucked, and sucked me good, and loud.
My legs were buckling with quiver, and I grew hot with joy.
I couldn't stand it as the juice in my hard round balls collected and were
sending me out of my head.
Suddenly the machine, no bigger than R2D2 with a hose, softly sucked me off
to make it last longer. My beefy legs inside the pantyhose went numb and
started to ache and shiver. It drew it long, and hard, and long, sucking me
gently with hot frenzy. It wanted it, but it didn't want it. It wanted to
know how long I could last under it's sucking spell, or curse, because it
knew what it was doing. Finally I let my eyeballs roll together cross eyed
as it began to take in my full spout of cum.
I gave a heave as it sucked all the juice out of me. Than it let go of my
pantyhose and it slapped against my waist, as the robot left the room.
I was a puddle of jello, man.

THE END