Hey it's charlotte hey it's shelby and we're back with more reddit erotica second

week in a row oh and if you're listening to this on your normal podcasting platform

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and this first one comes from striking jury 2270 and i picked it because i just

watched the new spider-man movie so,

oh man and it's called spider gwen and venom versus carnage and the tags are

female 18 male 20s and i will say i don't know much about spider gwen but i

do know about venom and carnage i don't know

shit about shit so i'm excited okay okay well eddie brock just picture tom hardy

he's venom right yeah or you could go way back and picture topher grace if you

like i like tom hardy okay,

Eddie Brock is in his apartment, relaxing on a nice summer evening.

Luckily, Venom has left him alone most of the day. Suddenly, the news feeds go crazy.

He clicks on a video seeing Spider-Gwen trying to take out Carnage.

The helicopter is jumping around. Venom comes out and says, Eddie.

Well, he says, like, Eddie. That's how he sounds.

Suddenly, they hear a window break. Looks like the fight is closer than they

thought. Suddenly, Eddie Brock is covered in the black symbiote. We are Venom.

They jump out of the window to the building next to them. Venom is looking over

the fight below. Carnage and his razor-sharp sickles have gotten the better

of her, ripping off much of her costume.

Oh, no. No, not her costume.

Venom jumps down between them as Carnage lets out a primal scream.

But the NYPD was not waiting on Venom to show up. Suddenly, there's a loud noise

coming from a giant speaker strapped to the bottom of the police helicopter.

It makes Carnage and Cletus separate. Unfortunately, the noise makes Venom separate as well.

Soon, a shot from a sniper rifle rings out. Venom gets lifted into the air by

Spider-Gwen just in time.

Away from the noise, Venom picks up Spider-Gwen and takes off back to his apartment.

I don't know, in her costume that's all ripped up and shredded? What are they gonna do?

Fortunately, Spider-Gwen's costume did its job and the cuts aren't that bad.

But most of her body is exposed. Eddie says, Okay, Venom. Oh,

wait, it's Eddie. He has a regular voice. Okay, Venom, you can go now.

Venom goes away but Eddie is naked he screams Venom oh no now he's naked too

I'm so confused are Eddie and Venom not the same person Venom is a symbiote,

Shelby, you need to watch Venom. They fuse, but they're two separate beings. Got it.

Just like Carnage and Cletus. Cletus is the person. Carnage is the symbiote. Okay.

I thought it was like a Peter Parker situation where they put on the costume

and they are them. No, Eddie Brock is just a normal dude.

Venom is the symbiote. And together they morph and become a superhero,

antihero, whatever they are. Oh, okay. Hey, that makes more sense.

Yeah. Venom's head comes out and says, It's not me, Eddie.

Eddie says it must have been the sound device. Venom says, You're excited again,

Eddie, like when you look at ladies on the internet. Ew. Oh.

Eddie's cock is rock hard and pointing straight at Gwen. Gwen's nipples are

hard as she tries to hide them with her arms. They both breathe heavily.

Gwen says, I guess an attempted rescue is better than none as she starts rubbing her nipples.

Why is she rubbing her nipples? however will i thank you but she rescued him

yeah okay whatever yeah i but he like rescued her back they rescued each other i don't know cute,

Eddie grabs her ass and pulls her toward him as they kiss. Eddie takes her nipples

and pulls on them as she moans. Oh yes, Eddie.

Sucking on one, then the other as Gwen strokes his cock. He lays her down on

the couch as Eddie makes his way down her body to her pussy.

She's wet and swollen as her hips

buck in anticipation. As he sucks on her pussy lips, she moans. Oh yes.

Suddenly Venom's head comes out. Eddie, I can help Eddie. Ew.

Eddie says, no, go away. Gwen says, it's okay, let him help.

Oh, like a threesome. Okay. He says, fine, we are Venom.

The black symbiote covers his body, greatly increasing his muscle mass.

Venom's tongue has come out of his chest and licks her nipples.

Oh my god, that's a big tongue.

Then they turn into suckers. Venom licks her pussy with his giant tongue,

moving it around as Gwen starts to squirm an orgasm, screaming, oh, Venom.

Gwen moans, fuck me, Venom, please fuck me.

Venom slams his cock into her as she screams. At first, it's not much bigger

than Eddie's, but it grows and gets longer and thicker as another cock comes

out from between Venom's legs and penetrates her tight asshole.

Oh, Venom has two dicks. Apparently.

I do not know that that is canon, but it's good to know.

Soon, his cock has her stretched to the limit as she screams and moans,

having orgasm after orgasm. As Venom sticks his tongue in her mouth,

her tongue swirls with his.

Suddenly, Venom goes crazy. his thrusts get harder and harder harder than any

punch she's ever taken soon his hips are moving so fast they're just a blur

oh my god she's getting pounded yeah suddenly he screams we are venom as his

body goes crazy as he orgasms gwen tries to catch her breath as gobs of cum

ooze out of her pussy the end gobs gobs of it.

That was beautiful. That was very beautiful. Sweet, simple, to the point.

I learned something new. Yeah, and I believe that this is canon to the MCU. It's gotta be.

Yeah, for sure. The next one is from Adventures in Filth, and it's called A

Day in the Life of a Puppy Slut.

And the tags are female 30s, male 30s, BDSM, pet play, anal,

water sports, spanking, and cum play.

Wow, that's quite the lineup of tags.

I hear a car pull into the parking space outside. At first, I stretch lazily

on the sofa where I curled up all afternoon.

Annoyed to be awoken, but then I hear the gate go. Master. I bound to my feet, wagging excitedly.

Hearing keys fumble in the lock as I run to the door. Hmm.

I realized quickly I was left a lot of water to drink today,

and I haven't been allowed to go for walkies for several hours.

Oh no, get her outside before she pedals. Yeah, where's the puppy pads?

Master will definitely have done that deliberately. He loves to watch me, play with me as I go.

The thought makes my ears turn pink and my tummy flutter. Finally,

the door opens and I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck

and kissing him all over the face and neck.

He drops his bag and wraps his arm around my bare back, kicking the door closed

behind him, lest the neighbors see my nudity.

I keep kissing desperately, making up for missing him. I start to whine a little

in the back of my throat, needy and low.

Master slides his hand down my back and gently tugs on my tail. Oh no.

Oh, yep. Arf, arf, I yip, pulling back and looking at him with wide eyes.

Hello puppy, did you miss me? He says, giving another gentle tug.

Arf, I say again, hoping he recognizes it as a scent and also desperation.

For him, for walkies, for release.

Good puppy, sit, he says, taking off his shoes and jacket.

I dropped down into Nadoo. I have no idea. Me either.

And wait, panting gently. After he finishes, he turns back to me,

pause, and I raise my hands into a baking pose.

He loosens his belt, unbuttoning his trousers and letting his cock spring free

from his pants. He doesn't need to tell me what he wants.

I immediately pull him into my mouth, sucking and licking at him,

burying my nose in his stomach. His hands run over my head, one stroking my

ears and the other finding purchase in my hair. Oh, she's going full out.

She is puppy. He presses gently, forcing me deeper onto him,

his cock burrowing towards the back of my throat. My tongue laps at his shaft, eager to please.

The pressing becomes harder, and finally his head pops into my throat,

causing me to reflexively gag.

Ow. It pops into her throat?

Yeah, you gotta breach that throat hole. In this position, with that sudden

loss of control, I feel my control of my body slip slightly,

and a wetness slides down my leg as my bladder leaks just a little. Aw, she tinkled.

He releases me for a moment, then thrusts back in. This time,

the loss is bigger, and I whine, pitifully tapping his foot three times.

At first, he doesn't seem to notice, head tossed back, enjoying the moment.

Then he looks down suddenly, sees my pleading eyes watering, and lets me go.

I immediately start to cough and whine, wiping at the mess I made on my legs.

Silly puppy, why didn't you say you need walkies?

Yeah, hmm, hmm, hmm.

I whine as he pats my head kindly. up you go he says and i scamper up the stairs

to the bathroom and sit back in there's that word again nod you nay do i'm gonna

google it by this point my bladder feels like it's gonna burst and i whimper

master comes in behind me having removed the rest of his clothes on the way

up okay puppy i want you to hold it for two minutes whilst i tell you about my day

he says my breathing hitches but i nod and smile he sets a timer and starts

to talk crouching down to pet me as i wait first my head, then running scratches

down my neck, then down my chest, stopping to gently tug on a nipple as he does.

Down and down, pressing on my abdomen as he grazes it, eliciting a cry from

me. I clench hard, hoping I can hold it.

If I let a drop fall, I know there will be punishment.

Next, he reaches around, grabs my tail, wiggling it slightly at the base.

I moan and I feel a different wetness start to leak down my legs.

Finally, the plug pops free, leaving an aching emptiness inside me.

He puts it aside and makes his way back around my body Eventually,

he reaches my pussy, sliding his fingers down my soaked slit Circling my clit,

then slipping a finger into me He crooks it, pressing right into that sweet

spot that made me moan I got my teeth,

a small growl escaping me I don't know what that is supposed to be, but Yeah, I don't know.

His eyes shoot to mine Excuse me, that didn't sound very grateful I lower my

eyes and huff gently in apology This girl's gonna piss all over the place

Yeah. Also, I googled what the na-do, na-do thing is, and it's like slave submission position.

Oh, I didn't know there was a word for that. Yeah.

So like when Christian Grey is like, Anastasia, sit down in your little pose

when she's like, okay, master.

That's what that is, I guess. He slides a second finger into my pussy,

then a third, speeding up his movements. I can see the timer getting close to zero.

Seven, six, and then he presses deeper, his palm rubbing against my clit as

he strokes my insides, and it's suddenly too much.

With an audible gasp, I lose control and begin to squirt and pee myself,

my head snapping back as I try to regain my grasp of my body.

But it's too late, and instead of stopping, Sir goes harder,

deeper, staring into my eyes as he does.

My back slumps and i surrender completely my legs shaking underneath me

i'm dimly aware of the alarm sounding but i'm too caught up to care i feel so bad but it's so so good

as he rings the last drops out of me i finally open my eyes and look at master

and i realize i fucked up fear and anticipation flood me he stands naughty puppy

look at the mess you made he's gonna smack her booty

smack her little nose with the newspaper i know.

He turns on the shower before i can move and freezing water sluices over me, making me yelp.

He grabs soap and starts to wash my legs and hands as well as his own.

You know what happens to naughty puppies that can't control themselves. They get punished.

I whimper softly, nuzzling at his leg in apology.

Come on, he says walking out of the shower. I follow into the bedroom where he towels me off.

Humble, he says when I'm dry, and I drop down and lean forward.

I stay that way as I hear him move around the room, rustling things.

I can't see, and I don't peek in case I incur further punishment.

After a moment, I feel pressure against my asshole, cold and slippery,

and I relax to let my tail back in.

It feels bigger than before, and I struggle to stretch. Master has to stop,

pull it away, and slide in a finger.

That's her punishment, a bigger butt plug.

I guess. All right. I rack back, fucking myself against him, desperate.

Another finger enters me, making me whine and fuck harder, needing more.

And as quickly as it started, he pulls his fingers out and presses the plug

in, which, despite definitely being bigger, slides in with a wet pop this time.

I feel stretched and delightedly full, and my pussy aches to be touched, too.

I continue rocking, praying for simulation. I hear a sound, and suddenly a sharp crack fills my ears.

A dull ache starts to spread across my left ass cheek, warm and throbbing. Arf!

I bark nearly sitting up. A foot on my back pushes me down. Oh my god.

Arf, arf. Naughty puppies take their punishment or they don't get to come for a week.

I whimper in response but lay down, my nipple so hard and scraping against the

rough carpet. More stimulation to tease my already swimming mind.

Another crack and heat spreads across my right cheek.

I jump again but don't move. I feel a rub across both cheeks,

and then a hand slides between my thighs, probing at my folds.

Yup, just as I thought. Dripping wet. You absolutely love being punished.

I bet you wet yourself on purpose, didn't you?

I whine, pleading, begging for him to fuck me. He knows those noises and he chuckles.

I feel the paddle move again, this time gentle pats against my pussy,

then a not-so-gentle pat.

I hiss, earning me a sharp twist to the nipple. This only makes me wetter,

and i start to tremble well you are such a sight all red and dripping master

kneels behind me sliding a finger back into my aching cunt then another and

another god you're such a sloppy mess

a hand tugs my head up by my hair and then the fingers of my pussy disappear.

Suddenly slipping between my lips and into my mouth taste how soaked you are

you greedy cum hungry puppy no,

don't ever say that. Gross.

I lap at his hands, desperate for them to return to my hole.

They eventually do, this time pressing upwards towards the plug, stretching my asshole.

Like it? You were outgrowing your old one, so I upgraded you.

He pulls on the tail, and it doesn't move inside me, just pulls me backward, further onto his hand.

A fourth finger fills me, and I cry out. Ruff ruff. Hmm hmm.

I whine, finally satisfied I was ready. Master withdraws and sits up higher,

sliding the head of his cock up and down my slit before thrusting into me hard.

He pounds at me mercilessly, and I thrust back, needing him.

Play, he pants, and my hand slides to my clit, rubbing desperately.

But do not cum, he says, and I freeze, so close to orgasm I can barely think.

What do you want, he says, and I pant, pushing back so hard I bark.

Do you want me to cum in your pussy? Woof, woof.

Yeah. I whine, needing that, needing him to flood me with cum.

Want me to breed you like the filthy puppy slut you are?

Don't ever say that again either. Yeah, no. more whimpers and my finger starts

to play again needing release he sees my leg shake and grabs my hand i said no,

i moan begging is that what you want he repeats and i nod too bad he says and

tugs hard on the plug in my ass popping it free

my hole gapes slightly and he pulls out of my pussy leaving me so empty and

unsatisfied i hear a gasp and then my head to see him jerking off spurting come into my open asshole

feel the thick wad splash into me i whimper clawing at the ground and try to

reach my clit but my hand is grasped and pulled behind me

i moan again rocking as i try so hard to find some friction anything a camera

shutter clicks making my pussy spasm against my will purely on trained instinct

a tissue wipes at my oozing asshole and then i'm being flipped over my master laying over me

shh he says as i heave and gasp in desperation bad puppies get punished now

go lie down and do not touch yourself you hear yeah,

um it's gonna be a no for me, dog.

Yeah, nope. Could never be me. Cool for thee, but not for me.

And this next one comes from Clever Drake, and it's called Sperm Collector from the Future.

And the tags are male 24, female 28, edging, handjob, sci-fi,

dom, forced, orgasm, denial.

I opened the door to my studio apartment, exhausted after a 12-hour shift at

the warehouse. Dragging my dead, tired ass across the threshold made me question

if the overtime was worth it, like it did every time I worked extra and came

home more dead to the world.

And I knew that I would do it again next time they were requested because God

knows I was a broke little guy.

My apartment was nothing more than a bed, kitchenette, and chair.

It was less of an apartment and more like a large storage unit.

It was all I could afford being two years out of college with a degree in English Lit.

Yeah, I feel like that's like common knowledge is that you don't major in English

lit if you want to do well in life.

Yeah. I was just happy the bathroom was a separate and distinct room as opposed

to the horrific kitchen bathroom combos that landlords were trying to sell as

normal these days. Fucking assholes.

Ew, could you imagine having to shit in your kitchen? No, I wouldn't live there.

When I opened the door to said bathroom to piss and wash the day's grime off of me, I screamed.

I swear it was a super manly scream, though, like a warrior's battle cry.

A yell or I would even say a holler. It definitely wasn't a high-pitched scream or squeal.

Nope. He very much was like, Eee! Ah!

The cause for my scream, I mean yell, was a blonde woman a few years older than

myself wearing a gray jumpsuit rolled down at her waist and a tight white undershirt

covering her ample chest.

She was beautiful, so perfect that I didn't register the very scary and intimidating

robotic hand and arm that she had.

It was covered in exposed gears and servos, making a constant clicking and whirring

sound, completely black, except for an empty container halfway up her forearm.

Oh, I think the semen's gonna go in the container.

Vapor swirled around it, and Frost gathered near the base where it attached

to her arm. She didn't give me much time to consider anything else as she said,

Mr. Wells, I am from the future, and I need your sperm. Please do not make this difficult. Well...

I closed my eyes and gave my head a small shake in disbelief.

What the fuck did she just say? What the fuck did you just say?

I don't have much time. Bullshit. You have access to time travel.

You literally have all the time you need. She paused and considered her answer.

You aren't wrong, but you aren't right either.

Regardless, I am not here to discuss time travel. I need to collect your sperm

and return to my time. Our survival depends on it.

Oh, I would feel very special. Yeah. It's like slutty Terminator.

It is slightly terminating why i ask covering my crotch on instinct

not that i would mind giving her my sperm but a boy likes to be romance a little

i'm not a slut in the future there's a virus that has spread to every male making them sterile

we have survived so far by traveling back in time to collect sperm from donors

who are not affected by the virus and.

I am the next lucky donor yes but you are so much more than that we do need

your sperm more than any other before Your sperm holds the cure.

We need your sperm to save the species of the future. Damn, look at you go.

He's extra special. He is. Your seed will help all future generations of our

species. You are our hope.

She delivered all of that with such a serious and straight face that I almost

believed her. The horny part of my brain was already 100% down,

but the other more logical parts were still in control.

Plus, this is the type of scenario that would leave me with one less kidney,

and that is if I was lucky and woke up at all.

Okay, you made your pitch. As much as I would love to help you,

I want you to leave so I can go to sleep.

Good luck with your weird sperm-harvesting fetish or kink or whatever you call this.

Check your bank account, she said, instead of moving. It caught me by surprise,

and I'm sure my face showed it. She continued, we already paid you for your

donation. Very well for the current inflation.

I hesitated, but money was one thing I needed, even more than getting my balls drained.

I pulled out my phone and looked at my checking account. My brain short-circuited,

not understanding all the zeros and commas the amount held.

I was a billionaire. Actually, I was a billionaire 10 times over.

Damn, $10 billion, hell yeah.

I would literally come in a cup every single day for months on end if that's

what she wanted. Hell yeah. $10 billion.

I would do that every day for the rest of my life. Yeah. What the fuck?

I said to myself, still coming to terms with the account that said it was in

my name, but certainly wasn't my money.

We are very eager to have your help. The money is legit and tax-free.

The computer records all reflect that you were transferred this amount from

multiple legitimate sources, all reported to their respective governments.

All the paperwork is legit and legal. The money is yours. I just need my sperm, right?

I asked already putting my phone away and dropping my pants.

He's like, hell yeah, I'm whipping it out. Yep.

I couldn't get undressed fast enough. Give me the cup or whatever and I'll fill

it up as many times as you want.

You can wait in the kitchen and help yourself. I stepped out of my pants,

picking them up and throwing them out of the bathroom on my bed.

I stood aside to let her leave the bathroom, but once again,

she didn't move. I stared at her awkwardly, standing in my boxer briefs with a half chub.

Um, if you hand me the cup, I can do it out here if you want to stay in the

bathroom. She cocked her head to the side.

I will extract the donation. Just lower your shorts and get an erection,

or I can help with that too.

I watched in confusion as she raised her robotic hand and spread the fingers wide.

A mechanism opened in a circle on her palm, revealing a glossy tube that reminded me of a fleshlight.

He has to just fuck the palm of her hand. Easy. Easy one.

The fleshy part was gaped open, but she did something and it closed shut only

to open again, like lips being smacked.

She stepped closer, and I realized she intended for me to fuck her hand-arm

contraption to milk the cum out of me.

I took a hesitant step backward before I remembered the money.

For $10 billion, I would let a piranha with braces give me a blowjob.

So this seemed tame by comparison.

Still, the black metal was intimidating. Will it hurt?

Does it normally hurt when you orgasm, she asked in response. No, then it won't hurt.

Please get your penis out and insert it into the extraction hole.

You may hold onto my shoulders for balance and support oh easy easy yeah.

I gave her a nod and lowered my underwear. I was still only half hard,

but she didn't seem to mind. She stood closer and brought her arm toward my penis.

I thought she would just slide her palm down over my shaft, but instead she

turned her hand over so her fingers could cut my balls.

She tightened her grip, causing me concern for a moment, but then tilted her palm up and over my dick.

I was now balls deep into her hand, my cock disappearing into her wrist and forearm.

That's disgusting. Yeah, that's kind of scary, actually.

We stood there for two seconds before I heard a whirl come from her arm,

and then the tube that surrounded my penis inflated, squeezing it tightly from all angles.

I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.

She either didn't hear or didn't care. My dick was now stuck in her arm.

I couldn't escape now unless I left my penis with her.

This was the strangest handjob I ever got. Another two seconds pass awkwardly

before her arm comes alive. All the servos and gears and pumps start moving

at once, and my penis starts being massaged and pumped in ways I didn't think possible.

A smooth pulse runs from the base to tip and back again, slowly building my pleasure.

It's like fucking a hand and mouth and pussy all at once.

The machine senses my response to certain sensations and motions and doubles

down on those particular actions, further increasing my pleasure.

This arm was designed to maximize my orgasm and it was doing a really good job at it.

I realized I had my eyes closed, So I forced them to open to look at the mysterious

time traveler that was currently jacking me off She wasn't looking at me But

instead watching her arm and looking at the numbers that were displayed on her wrist

When I looked I couldn't make any sense of what it all meant Plus I was in the

middle of being fucked So I wasn't able to do much critical thinking

I felt myself peaking and since that was the goal I didn't fight it I let myself

rise to cum as soon as possible

Making the deposit and getting on with my new life as a billionaire Best nut

of my life And not because this woman's robotic sex toy arm was milking me like

my sperm was worth its weight in gold, which I guess,

based on my bank accounts, wasn't too far from the truth.

I frowned and looked down at her hand where it covered my genitals.

Just as I was about to finish, the device squeezed the base of my cock, preventing my release.

I looked up at her as I was edged and lost my orgasm. What? What happened?

Why did you squeeze me like that?

Edging increases the volume of ejaculate. I will edge you several more times

until it is determined that you will produce an acceptable deposit. Just relax and enjoy.

I have been told this is very pleasurable.

Before I could respond, the cock sleeve started working my shaft again,

pumping me aggressively toward an orgasm.

I got there much faster this time, and I thought I was going to be able to come.

But once again the machine clamped

down at the root and squeezed tight preventing my orgasm and release.

I groaned in frustration which became a moan as the machine started up again

bringing me back toward my peak. This was torture of the best kind.

I had never been into edging but this was changing my mind pretty quickly.

The stroking and pulsing and pulling and rubbing the fleshy tube was doing against

my cock was everything I could have dreamed of and more.

My orgasm hit suddenly and I felt the first pump of muscles to prime the shaft

and shoot forth my cum. That wonderful first spasm that lacks any semen,

but feels perfect nonetheless.

An empty warning shot of sticky white semen. That is very descriptive.

I do not know what it feels like to cum as a man. So that is very helpful. Thank you.

It is very helpful. I was, I'm learning something new. Yeah, yeah.

Fuck, I scream in frustration and groan through another prevented orgasm.

It died as fast as it arrived. The machine held me firm. and didn't start back

up right away. I glared at my tormentor, who glanced up at me innocently and

without care. Almost there, Mr. Wells. Another few like that,

and you will be ready to deliver your first sample.

Let me come, please, I beg, moaning the word please, as the robotic pleasure

device started stroking me again. The twisting was new this time,

and even more pleasurable.

It was almost becoming painful. She ignored my plea, but did get closer and

wrap an arm around my waist, holding me up by cupping a butt cheek with her very human hand.

I welcomed it because my knees were getting weaker by the minute and I wasn't

sure I could remain standing.

The squeezing and fingers moving closer to my butthole was not so welcomed.

Not that I objected to her fingering my asshole, but the pleasure at the moment

was already more than I could handle and a prostate massage would kill me.

I peeked again with another dry pump from my cock and the machine again prevented

the completion of my impending orgasm.

I cried out when it happened, begging her for release. She ignored me and continued

to check the readings on her arm, cuddling me close against her warm and ample

chest. I whimpered on her shoulder. She started massaging my dick again,

nearly crying as the pleasure was overwhelming me and becoming pain.

My penis was so sensitive that any sensation was threatening to make me come.

But I held back because I knew that her and her damn arm wouldn't let me finish.

It was worse than death. I just want to come. Please, please,

please let me come. I begged in a quiet voice.

It will be a big one. I will come gallons. Just let me finish. Let me orgasm.

He's like, please. I need this.

I need to. I flexed my cock as it pulsed with the beginnings of my orgasm and

I thought it would happen but I saw her frown and the machine stopped my orgasm in its tracks.

No, no, no, please, please, please, please. Shh.

It's okay, Mr. Wells. You're doing good. You can come soon. She comforted me

with gentle words but I didn't believe her.

She was a bitch and a liar and mean and oh fuck it started again.

My orgasm was building instantly now and just as it started the machine pinched it off again.

My dick had to be violently red and angry now. I groaned again,

knees giving out but forced to stay on my feet since my dick was stuck inside

her hand. This wasn't fun. This wasn't worth the money. Give me the piranha.

Fuck, I had to come and come now.

I feel like that is worth $10 billion.

Yeah, woman, whoever you are, I have to come. You have to let me come.

I will give you a million dollars, a hundred million dollars. Just let me come.

Please, please, please. I will fill up your cup. I promise. Just let me come.

She sighed. Okay, Mr. Wells, you may come. The machine picked up where it left

off, pulsing and pumping and stroking and twisting and sucking. Sucking? It can do that?

My head went blank and my eyes rolled back into my head. I orgasmed.

God damn it, you fucking bitch.

I screamed at her. She pinched off another orgasm and edged me again.

Oh my God, she did it again.

She ignored me like she had been, just looking at the stupid readouts and screens

on her arm. Fuck you. Fuck this. You are a sick fuck.

And this is what I was waiting for, Mr. Wells. Thank you, she said,

nodding towards something her arm told her.

She looked up and watched my face as her arm started moving twice as fast.

She continued to stare into my eyes as my orgasm built and built and got bigger and bigger.

Then it happened, and I cried out in pure ecstasy. The cum exploded through

my cockhole in such force that I swore it ripped the head off. Jesus.

It hurt as my semen shot out. The amount of cum was too much for the size of

the hole, causing it to rock it out even faster and with enough force to kill

a small animal. Damn, that's crazy.

It sounded like a power washer was cleaning the inside of the jar attached to her arm.

I watched as my cum continued to fill it. My cock sprang jet after jet of semen into the collector.

My body jerked and spasmed and flailed and I collapsed. My body spent.

I was a husk of a man. A very satisfied man.

Eight milliliters, Mr. Wells. Pretty good. If you keep up with this production,

it will only take another 10 times to fill the container. Oh my god.

In a row? I laughed at her, but then I realized she wasn't joking,

and I said quickly, take the money back. I can't.

Don't worry, Mr. Wells. You can and you will. Who knows? You may learn to enjoy it. Most do.

Come on. Let's go to your bed and get you hard again for another sample.

I wondered if it was too late for the piranha with braces. It probably was.

The end. Oh, for sure, buddy.

But you have to do this for mankind.

For mankind and it's only 11 times where you're edged completely over and over and over again.

Yeah worth it i feel i think so too 10 billion dollars hell

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