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Subject: {ASSM} I, Suzanne - The Love Machine
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The following story is a chapter from my as yet unfinished novel "I,
Suzanne" Perhaps the writing will make a bit more sense with more
information.
My name in the story is Suzanne. I am a businesswoman, being Chairman of
The Board of the Corporation my late husband left me.
I am a hedonist and have carefully selected employees who are of a like
mind. The other two characters in this story are Alan my VP in research
and Janet who is in charge of Sales. Some of you may remember Alan from
the first chapter of "I, Suzanne" published on 2nd June and "The
Punishment" on 7th June.
As some of the writing contained in this story is sexually explicit, if
you are under the age of 18 go and find something else to read.
"I, Suzanne" - The Love Machine
Some called it "The Love Machine" but I felt more inclined to believe
Tina Turner's song "What's Love Got To Do With It" as being more
appropriate.
Alan had designed it , in his own time, with technical assistance being
offered , very readily it seemed, by Janet from Sales.
When I saw it for the first time, I had the impression of a large
armchair with arms and legs. It was lounge-like in shape, beautifully
covered in black velvet and seemed to be suspended in mid-air without
support until you observed the heavy stainless-steel frame at its rear,
with its hydraulic rams and motors.
A cushioned depression at the top was obviously a headrest. The arm
rests extended out in a comfortably curved position so that the user's
arms could rest naturally along them and be able to activate the control
console at the end of each. Extensions from the bottomof the chair
supported the occupant's legs and there were stirrups at the ends for
the feet. The ' legs ' of the chair could move, bend, and raise like
normal legs. All the mechanisms inside these extensions were enclosed
and covered with the same black velvet. Between the leg extensions the
chair was shaped to comfortably support the buttocks, but cut away to
completely expose the occupant's genital regions.
When Alan announced, after two months work and approximately $120,000 in
costs, that the machine was ready I was very curious as to what he had
come up with. I had deliberately kept away from the room which I had
allocated for the installation and had tried to ignore the many
craftsmen and technicians which had appeared at the house and
disappeared into the room.
For a personal preview, Janet had been invited to demonstrate the chair
with Alan's assistance.
When we entered the chair was in a low position about normal chair
height with the leg supports demurely together. All three of us
immediately stripped and I could feel my genitals stirring at the sight
of Janet's full white breasts with the nipples pointing out already and
Alan's magnificent hard muscular body.
"Well, Suzanne," said Janet, as she sat in the chair and slipped her
pink-toed feet into the velvet stirrups, "This is a machine for the
prime benefit of women. Men will enjoy it of course but the woman who
sits in it has total control of the chair. Alan wanted a second set of
controls which the man could operate but I disagreed. We had a little
competition and I won."
"She bet me, " interrupted Alan, "that she could suck me off in three
minutes. She did it in two and a half."
We all laughed and I, already well aware of this man's control and
staying ability, mentally made a note to ask Janet later how she did it.
Janet lay back, her beautiful white body contrasting against the smooth
black velvet. Her arms reached along their supports and she started to
activate the controls. Quickly but silently the chair rose a couple of
feet. Janet started her commentary.
"Firstly, you can tilt the chair to any angle you like." she said. She
pressed buttons and altered the chair's position from almost upright to
a lying position , and then back to a slightly reclined pose.
"And of course the legs can be opened as far as you like......" She
activated other buttons and the legs of the chair parted and and exposed
a wet swollen labia amid the bright ginger hair ".....And as far back as
you like." The legs answered the controls bending at the back of the
redhead's knees and elevating, so her knees were back resting on her
shoulders. Her cunt had opened up like a beautiful pink flower. I felt
my own organ open and Alan's cock, already half-tumescent, sprang erect.
Still in the same position, Janet went on.
"You can then adjust the height of the seat to exactly suit the height
of your man's cock...." She did so, "....or you can raise it so he can
work on your pussy orally." She then raised the machineso that her cunt,
now starting to drip her secretions, was head-height. She brought the
seat back to normal height, her blue eyes bright as she eyed the stiff
cock of the man.
"But before we indulge ourselves there are a few other points to
demonstrate."
She depressed other buttons and adjustable pneumatic pillows behind the
chair pressed outward against her body, forcing her breasts outward,
then into the small of her back, then up under her buttocks.
"Believe me, " she said, "A woman can adjust her comfort so perfectly
that she feels she is being fucked in mid-air!"
"You've forgotten something," said Alan.
"No I haven't," she said,at last tearing her eyes away from the man's
thick tool and back to me, "This is guaranteed to get anyone off."
Another button was pressed and a soft buzzing noise started.
"It's a vibrating mechanism at the back of the chair under my bum. I
can't stand much of it so I'll switch it off. Now, come on man, let's
show the lady!"
"There is one last thing, Janet."
"Ah, yes. Sorry Suzanne, I'm distracted by the anticpation of getting
that beautiful prick inside me."
She flicked another switch, this time on the left-hand controls. There
was a whirring noise and a curved stainless steel arm swung around from
the bottom of the chair, stopping exactly opposite her open dripping
vagina. On its end was a magnificent black plastic cock, pointing into
her hole.
"Watch this," said Janet.
She pressed another switch. The rampant dildo slowly turned into a
vertical position and I gasped in surprise as a clear lobricating oil
dribbled from the hole at the top of the cock and ran down the shaft,
moistening it completely. Another movement of the girl's left hand , and
the cock reverted to its horizontal position and slid forward into the
already wet cunt.
"This is for the girl who sometimes is alone and feels horny."
Janet turned a small knob and the metal arm commenced to move the
plastic dick in and out of her pussy. "You can vary the speed and it
even has a vibrator in it. I know I'm hurrying this but I want that
real cock there. Come on, Alan, let's fuck."
She pressed another button, the arm with its dildo disappeared under the
chair again and Janet , with the machine's legs wide open and half
raised, adjusted the chair's height as Alan moved forward .
He did not stop but entered her in one movement.She moaned and lay back
, her leg muscles lifting her body to meet his thrusts. I sat back on
one of the lounges, one leg bent, my fingers playing langorously in the
humid wetness of my pussy.
Alan's tight muscular butt was pistoning slowly and regularly, driving
the thick prick into the receptive cunt. His strong hands were holding
Janet at the waist and he leaned forward to kiss and suck her pointed
distended nipples. At that she activated the pillow system behind the
chair, forcing her breasts out for more mutual pleasure. She was
whimpering constantly now, and then, quite suddenly, she orgasmed,
bringing the machine's legs tightly around the man as her body spasmed,
her cunt sucking, like another mouth, at the man's tool.
Alan had resisted the onslaught and withdrew his thick pole, now slick
with juices, as she opened her legs.
"Normally, I would keep going, but it's your turn now, boss-lady." The
redhead slipped her feet from the padded stirrups and stepped fropm the
chair, now at normal level.
Rather tentatively, I settled myself into the seat. I practised with the
controls, raising and lowering the chair and tilting it backwards and
forwards and activating the pads behind the chair to push out against my
body. I even switched on the vibrator under my buttock area but, like
Janet found it was just too stimulating.
"Come here, Alan. Come and give me some head to start with."
The chair raised to head level, the legs opening at my command. I, all
of a sudden, felt very vulnerable, lying back with my wide-open cunt
directly in front of the handsome man's face. Delicately and
deliberately, Alan parted my inner lips with his fingers and I lunged
upwards as his tongue lapped on my clitoris. My juices started to run
now. I shook my head.
"I don't want to climax like this ," I said as I lowered the machine. "I
want your thick dick!"
I was not as proficient as Janet at adjusting the height immediately,
but soon the man's horn was buried to the hilt inside me and he started
the rythmic pumping I knew so well.
The feeling was fantastic! Janet had been right. The machine was
primarily for the woman's pleasure and I really did feel I was being
fucked in free-falling space! There was no man's weight on me, just
that magnificent organ fucking me steadily.
Alan, holding me gently at the hips, was leaning forward, his tongue
seeking my nipples. I played with the buttons until I felt the pressure
of the pneumatic pillow at my upper back, forcing my heavy breasts with
their huge coral-coloured nipples into his open mouth.
I continued experimenting as we fucked and found that, by slightly
elevating the pads under my buttocks I was able to increase the angle of
my vaginal canal and the pleasure increased as his tool sank deeper. I
was now able to sense the man's urgency. His breathing was becoming
ragged, my own orgasm started building.
We hit the top together. Alan almost shouted as his first jet of spunk
exploded inside me.I forgot myself for the moment, as I climaxed, trying
to bring my legs around my lover, forgetting that I had to activate the
chair's legs to do that. However, that was quickly done and I felt the
beautiful spasms and jerks of the man's buttocks as his cock pumped more
and more of his hot semen into me. I was orgasming almost continually
now, my arms around Alan's head, holding his panting, sweating face
against my swollen tits.
Soon Alan stepped back, his wet tool swinging heavily. I returned the
chair to normal, stepping shakily from it. I stood, supporting myself
with my hands on Alan's shoulders, white cum starting to drip from my
distended organ.
Eyes still a little glazed from the exertion and emotion, I looked at
both my friends.
"Congratulations! Your invention is fantastic! Out of this world! You've
both done well!"
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