Erotica, Exotica, and Essays
Erotica
A Fucking Machine
by entrope
Lloyd worked to the melodies of old school R & B: Anita Baker, Luther Vandross, and, when feeling particularly jovial – usually around testing time – Barry White. He was the envy of his fellow graduates of the Valentine School of Engineering, the only mechanical engineer employed at Party Parts Incorporated, hailed as the most inventive adult novelty supplier in the world. Lloyd was in charge of the prestigious Onyx collection, the lucrative line of the most expensive sex toys available.
Lloyd was hired for his understanding of metals and conductivity. Hailed as a prodigy, Lloyd spent his free time breaking all kinds of metals down to their atomic components, always seeking to understand the underlying properties, the structure under the surface. With Party Parts, Lloyd was doing pioneering work with materials graded for NASA. His lab looked more like a place where intricate components would be built for the international space station than a place where dildos were refined and tested. His assistants shuffled around with white booties covering their over-the-top heels, white lab coats and white masks. The materials stood out in stark contrast: titanium, carbon steel, denatured mercury, materials as of yet unnamed but dark and iridescent.
Thus far, Lloyd’s best selling invention had been the titanium-encased Mercury dildo. Lloyd uses the term dildo loosely. His creations were not slender phallic affairs, and here was the secret of Lloyd’s success, at least as he explained it to himself. Not immediately successful with the fairer sex, Lloyd understood that they are a foreign country, a strange, murky territory all of their own. Most men believe they succeed with women based on fairly simple principles and when all else fails, bang her out properly and her orgasm will correct the Man’s standing. Lloyd shook his head. He knew better. He knew there are deep equations that have little do to with dick, that having and holding a woman by cock is sheer luck.
The Mercury, when first introduced, was laughed off. But Lloyd had done his testing, had proven the product again with inspiring results. Even Mallory, his most exacting test subject, had used the Mercury to orgasm. She’d been cavalier about its effect, but she had come. It debuted at $1,699, the most expensive dildo ever made: denatured mercury didn’t come cheap and the R&D had been exhaustive. But the functionality? It kept and held body heat, was easily cleaned, had no shape ever seen in a dildo, and such a delicious weight. Women kept it on their coffee tables, it was featured on starlets’ bedside tables as an object de art.
The Mercury was Lloyd’s biggest success – of course he remembered the testing. He called Lucy, Yaz, and Sharon into the testing rooms, handed them each a prototype and turned on the recording equipment. He sat in the control room, adjusted the three monitors, and watched each of the women turn it around in their hands, testing its weight and texture. Each removed their lab coats according to protocol, revealing demi-bras that left their aureola exposed and crotchless panties. Testing required easy access, of course: these items were standard issue in Lloyd’s lab.
Each woman inserted the Mercury with a different surface disappearing between their parted pussy lips first. Lucy was sitting on the corner of the foam-wrapped lab table. The mercury disappeared easily and the look on her face transformed immediately, first with surprise at its cool pressure, then shifting as she began rocking in pleasure. The liquid weight of the Mercury sloshed in its titanium sheath, washing against the walls of her cunt as she rocked. Yaz lifted a leg and slid the Mercury inside her. The camera caught her from behind, her plump ass cheeks parting with her stretched leg. She crawled onto the table like a cat. Lloyd toggled the cameras, splitting the screen as Yaz began moving, a lioness with golden skin and a ruthless pursuit of pleasure.
Sharon lay on the lab table first, propping herself up on one elbow. With her free hand, she tested the weight and slide of the Mercury before pushing it slowly between the folds of her pussy. She lowered her body to lay down, then pulled her feet flat on the surface of the table. She started using the muscles of her quadriceps to push her ass of the table. Lloyd could almost see the silvery liquid sliding around inside her pussy. Sharon sighed a deep sigh and found a rhythm. She came first, just a quiet whimper and a pent up breath to let him know he had met with success. Four minutes and twenty seven seconds, quite possibly a new record in the lab. Sharon slid off the table, then pulled her lab coat back into place and removed the clipboard from where it hung by the door. She noted the time, date, name of the product and then filled out the questionnaire. She didn’t bother to check her hair in the small mirror provided for that very purpose, she just strode form the room on a pair of very long legs.
Lucy followed Sharon’s lead just a few seconds later, her whole body clenching, her nipples bare to the disinfected air, her toes curled around the secondary shelf at the base of the lab table. Lucy made no noise at well, but grimaced as if in excruciating pain. It wasn’t until Lloyd watched Lucy push the Mercury out of her pussy and lick a finger that came into contact with the titanium surface that he realized Sharon had walked out with the Mercury still inside her. No matter. Mona, the unofficial den mother and manager of the lab, would see it returned before the end of the day.
Yaz came last, and she came with a roar. Her fingernails dug holes in the padding over the lab table, her back flushed red from the nape of her neck all the way down to her ass. She lay there panting and whimpering, sweat dampening the fair hairs at the back of her arms. She removed the Mercury, straightened her lab coat and picked up the clipboard, turned the paper over and wrote “YOU ARE FUCKING AWESOME.” She held the paper to the camera. Lloyd grinned.
The Mercury became the gold standard. All new developments had to meet or exceed the Mercury in pleasure giving capacity and sheer design brilliance.
Mallory started work in Lloyd’s lab later, some time after the Mercury had been issued as the lead product in the Onyx line. She’d applied for the job in aggressive black eyeliner, torn black fishnet, a red tartan miniskirt and a black turtleneck. Lloyd had been intrigued. Mona interviewed her, but Lloyd watched from the test control room.
“I gotta warn you. I don’t cum easy,” Mallory said, her knees slightly apart over her bucked boots. Lloyd turned in all directions trying to get a glimpse of what was up that skirt. The camera was placed all wrong, though. Lloyd vowed to fix it as soon as the interview concluded. For the first time since the day with the preliminary Mercury tests, he was aroused. Goodness. Lloyd saw more bare flesh than Mallory had on display in a standard morning of testing. Nevertheless, there it was, his dick, newly turgid within the confines of his boxers.
“Can you tell me about your last job, Mallory?” Mona carried on with the interview, oblivious to Lloyd’s interest in the proceedings. “Flight Attendant,” Mallory answered, deadpan. Lloyd checked her resume: Current job, retail at Hollywood Hustler. Lloyd smiled. A smart ass. The lab could use one of those. “What made you decide to apply here in the Onyx division of Party Parts?” Mallory leaned in conspiratorially. “I’m the hardest bitch in the world to make cum. I figured I’d donate my cunt to science.”
Mona said no, that she’d be disruptive to the lab. Lloyd said yes. The girls needed some sass. Not one of them would tell him no anymore. He could come out with 10 designs in a month, each guaranteed to make Yaz howl. Lucy and Sharon were no better. He was in danger of losing his edge, his uncertainty. His doubt made him good. The best. And he was losing it.
Her first week, Mallory was fitted in the standard uniform. She hated it. “Jesus. Can’t I just wear my own shit?” she complained. “If it is access you are after, I can give you that. I feel like Fleiss-girl Barbie in these shoes.” A red patent slip-on stiletto hung off her black-polished toes.
Her second week, she came in dressed as she pleased. Black miniskirts, no underwear, corsets that threatened to expose the eager edge of her nipple. She ditched the red patent leather for buckled boots.
The third week, Lloyd was working late. Mallory was straightening her work area and looking around warily. Lloyd watched her through the cameras, noted her watchful glances, and got curious. He left the CAD program running and turned his full attention to the lab. Mallory moved away from her table and over to the sample cabinets. She bent at the waist and Lloyd got hard at the sight of her puritanical white panties hidden under a black skirt with buckles and chains attached. She rummaged until she found what she was after. Watching her pale ass nearly caused Lloyd to forget why he was watching her. She dropped her acquisition into a bag, reached up to the supply cabinet overhead and pulled out the toy cleaner used before and after testing. That too got dropped into her bag, then she turned off the lights and walked out the door. Lloyd jumped from his seat to intercept her at the employee exit.
“Mallory.” Lloyd called after her. She started in surprise. “What’s up, boss man?” She said, turning, her voice was insouciant, indifferent, bluffing. “Can I check your bag?” he asked.
Her eyes crystallized to cubes of ice. “Do you need a tampon or something?” Lloyd smiled internally, but spoke as if he were disappointed. “Stealing is a serious offense around her, and I have you on camera. Do you want your job or do you want to let me check your bag?” Lloyd could feel his pulse twitching in the nerves of his cock. She handed over the bag and Lloyd rummaged around until he felt the familiar curve of the Mercury. His cock got harder.
Mallory rushed to explain. “I just wanted to test it. You know. The girls talk about it all the time.” It was the first time Lloyd had heard her sound unsettled. He liked it.
“The testing rooms are down that hall.” He pointed with a long finger. “You want to test it, you test here, where we track the metrics.”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded chagrined. It was the first time she’d called him sir. They both just stood there, weighing each other. “Go on, then.” Lloyd spoke first. “Testing room three is the most comfortable. We’ve been playing with different environments. Three has the sofas.”
Pouting, Mallory turned and walked down the hall, her skirt clinging to her ass and silver chains swinging over her curves. Lloyd followed her with the Mercury in hand. She reached the door and turned the handle. It didn’t budge. Lloyd followed her and removed his key from his pockets. Once the door was open, Mallory reached for the light switch, but Lloyd stopped her. Her hands were oddly warm and dry. His cock reasserted itself within his boxers. “Leave the lights off. The cameras are wired to record when the lights are on. Mallory’s mouth clamped shut over a silent “Oh.”
Lloyd closed the door. The only light came from the blue “exit” sign in the hall filtering through the frosted window in the door. Lloyd lowered himself into an over-stuffed chair and held out his hand, the Mercury sitting in his palm. Mallory snatched it with one hand and reached into her bag with the other. She extracted the toy cleaner and began to sterilize the surface. “You staying?” she asked, feigning indifference.
“The purpose of this testing business is to improve our products. I need to know how you react, given that you are so hard to ‘make cum.’” Mallory sighed. “Whatever. But I’m not taking my boots off for this, you fucking foot pervert.” Lloyd smiled to himself. His cock throbbed.
Mallory slouched into the sofa across from Lloyd, propping one booted foot on the arm of the sofa and the other on the edge of the coffee table. She pushed her snow-white panties aside. Unlike his other girls, Mallory was unshaven and unwaxed. Lloyd wondered what her curls would feel like on his face, but quickly refocused on Mallory’s fingers inserting the Mercury. Once fully inserted, Mallory lowered her head onto the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Lloyd could see the dark satin of the polished titanium bulging from inside Mallory’s pussy. Lloyd allowed himself a real smile.
His smile quickly fell. He was expecting her to react, to move, to lift her head and hunch her body around the Mercury, to rock and sway and, in short order, explode. She did none of that, she just lay, her arms crucified against the back of the sofa, her knees bent, her boots unconcerned on the furniture. Expensive furniture at that. Lloyd shifted though, first from original triumphant lean back to a more alert posture against the arms of the chair, next to sitting straight up, and finally leaning forward as he first noticed that the Mercury was not, as he first thought, sitting dormant, but was instead pulsing as Mallory worked her pussy muscles around the alien thing.
“Subtle,” Lloyd thought to himself. “I like subtle.” Mallory ignored him, though he was now leaning with his elbows on his knees, staring at her labia intently. She just worked her muscles harder until the Mercury was nearly boiling inside of her. Suddenly, it was still, then it rippled and bucked three distinct times and Mallory raised her head. She didn’t even pant as she said, “I’ve had better.”
Lloyd sat back like he’d been gut-punched. She pushed the Mercury out with little effort and it made a sucking sound as if unwilling to escape the shelter of her body. She caught it easily, its surface clouded with her juices. She got up casually, moving like a fawn that has forgotten it is supposed to be learning to walk. Before Lloyd could react, she’d dropped the Mercury into his lap and left the room. Lloyd didn’t move. He heard Mallory’s steps clicking decisively down the hall, the doors opening and closing behind her. She was gone.
The Mercury was damn near burning a hole through his hand. Finally, he transferred the Mercury between hands and lifted his empty hand to his nose. She smelled wild, salty and tart. Since no one was there to see, he licked his hand, and she burned on his tongue too.
As the weeks passed, even Mallory noticed Lloyd’s distractions. He continued to function, of course, working on tweaks and future revisions to the Mercury. Heaver, thicker, with temperature control to mimic the splash of ejaculate against the bottom of a pussy. Electrified, the recharged Mercury could spin and throb with all the flexibility and variety of a pedicurist’s massage chair. Yaz and Lucy practically came on sight whenever the next Mercury prototype arrived in the lab. Sharon rushed to be first. Mallory waited her turn, entered the testing rooms with no indication she cared one way or the other, arranged herself carefully and neither moved nor whimpered during any of the tests. She just mouthed to the cameras, “I’ve had better.”
With every test, Lloyd’s distraction grew. Finally, Lloyd declared the lab closed for a month. Everyone, from Mona all the way to Mallory, was sent on vacation. Lloyd moved into his office, gave up shaving and forgot to take out his contacts. He gave up Barry White and Al Green, opening up an internet radio channel that mixed the dirty groove of Dewilt Sharp and the rough sex of Nine Inch Nails. His hand barely left the mouse that outlined his CAD design. He watched days of free internet porn, examining the faces and positions of the woman trying to discover the real pleasure from the falsified. Finally, he’d give in, shake off a quick orgasm and go back to drawing. Two weeks of this and he went to the warehouse with a sheaf of paper. A week later, he was in the lab, welding and mixing and pouring the materials.
Mona was the first back to work. She entered the lab early, only to find all the tables and desks pushed to the side. In the center of the austere room, a big black box like Houdini’s last act. Mona just moved around it on her way to her office. There were e-mails to answer, no matter what Lloyd had been up to.
Mallory was next. She walked around the box, running her fingers around the seams and dark hinges. She found her stool and perched herself on it, knees apart and the sterile air of the lab cooling her clit. She just sat and stared.
Lucy, Sharon and Yaz came tumbling in together, their stilettos clicking cheerfully on the tile. They stopped short just shy of running into the box, silent for a moment, and then returned to the excited chatter. Mallory rolled her eyes. They were still clattering when Lloyd’s voice cut through the intercom.
“Who’s first?”
Yaz jumped. “It’s my birthday, big boy. I wanna go first!”
“Fine.” He sounded indifferent. “Strip.”
Yaz looked at Sharon and Lucky, shrugged her shoulders slightly and unbuttoned her lab coat.
“Lloyd? Where’s the clipboard? Where is the camera,” Yaz asked the intercom speaker as she unhooked her bra.
“Don’t need the clipboard. I’ll take measurements another way. Now. Open the box.”
Yaz did as she was told and found it full of a substance that reminded her of Batman’s costume. There were little foot ledges for her to prop herself up on and a loop for pulling the door closed. She hopped up and pulled the loop until half an inch gap remained, and like a magnet finally close enough to attract, the door snapped shut.
Half an hour passed. Mallory was the only one that didn’t move. Sharon and Lucy walked out to get coffee. Mona walked in and out of the room, curious, concerned, but unwilling to reveal either. Another fifteen minutes and the door popped like pressure being released from a shaken soda bottle. Yaz pushed the door open a little wider then collapsed on the floor. Mona rushed in to cradle Yaz’s head. “You ok, hon?” Yaz turned her head upwards to look at Mona from droopy eyes.
“Fan Fucking Tastic” Yaz replied, sleepy. “I need water,” she mumbled.
Mallory turned to her table and grabbed a bottle of water, opening it as she walked across the room.
“Yaz,” Lloyd barked from across the intercom. “Say nothing else. Drink up and go nap in one of the test rooms if you need to.”
Yaz nodded, downed the whole bottle of water, and sat up gingerly.
“Mona, you’re next.” Mona raised an eyebrow to the disembodied voice. “Mallory? Close the door. It only needs a few minutes to self-clean.” Mallory gave a sassy curtsy and did as she was told, then left with Lucy and Sharon, who were keeping an eye on Yaz. Once the room was empty, Mona stripped and stepped into the box. The door closed the last half an inch and the room fell silent again. Lloyd didn’t watch as he had with the last test. Instead, he found Lucy sitting in the testing room with Yaz, prying her for data.
“Lu, you just have to try it for yourself. It totally has the Mercury beat.”
“What happened?”
“I’m not willing to risk never getting in there again. You’ll see.”
“Lucy,” Lloyd interrupted. “You’ve been here the longest. I want you in the room when Mona is done.” Lucy did as she was told, refusing to look Lloyd fully in the face. “Thanks, Yaz,” he said as he closed the door behind him.
Lucy stopped in the kitchen, picked up a bottle of water out of the fridge and entered the lab to keep watch for Mona’s exit. An hour later, Lucy was drawing absently on some graph paper. A gasp of air leaked from the edge of the box. Mona stepped out like a queen might exit the bath. Her posture was straighter, her eyes brighter and lighter than they had been just an hour before. The scars on her belly seemed golden and decorative rather than testament to caesarian sections and appendicitis. Mona smiled at Lucy, not even an ounce of shame on her, and accepted the water.
Of course Lucy had to be next. Then Sharon. All but Mona joined Yaz in the test room laughing and giggling and reliving their time in the box.
Lloyd was tired and hungry, but he was waiting for Mallory who was dying of curiosity but hiding it well. He walked down to the lab and closed the door, isolating himself in the room with Mallory. She was standing in the hinged mouth of the box, running her hand over the black matte surface of the box’s interior. Silently, he grabbed her wrist and extracted her from the hollow, then closed the box.
As it self-cleaned for the fourth time that day, Lloyd undressed Mallory. Her white shirt had an obscene number of buttons, but Lloyd didn’t rush. He knelt down and unlaced her boots, then pulled them off, and finally unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. At no time did he allow skin-to-skin contact. Inexplicably, at least from Mallory’s perspective, her pussy was already throbbing with desire.
Once Mallory was naked, he opened the box and, with a little bow, offered her entrance. She stepped in and Lloyd closed the box around her. Once the door clicked into place, the matte material around her began to expand and shift. A bulge formed between her thighs, putting slight pressure on her ass and pussy lips. The material grew to cup her ass and take her weight off her feet. Tentacles grew around her writs, raising them slowly and fastening her as effortlessly as handcuffs. More tentacles wrapped themselves around her face, covering her eyes entirely and blocking out all light.
Mallory tested the air to see if it was getting stuffy. If she couldn’t breathe freely, the panic would start and she was too curious for a full blown attack of claustrophobia. The air was clear and cool. She relaxed and felt bands tighten around her ankles, pulling them apart. She was tilted at a 45 degree angle, her body fully supported.
The material grew closer, running warmth in unpredictable paths along her thighs, stomach and breasts. Of its own accord, Mallory's body began to strain and arch towards the next touch. It did her no good. The restraints on her ankles and wrists just grew stronger while the pressure against her belly grew.
“Fine,” she thought to herself. “Whatever. I’m in for the ride.”
As she relaxed against the pulsing material, the first full wave of heat started at her toes and rippled up her body. It felt like descending into an effervescent bath, all the way up to her chin. Sensation tightened around her nipples, both at the same time, warm and rough as a cat’s tongue. Mallory smiled to herself. The material welled up again, spreading the cheeks of her ass and putting pressure on her ‘taint. The warm sensation made Mallory wiggle. “So, we are playing like that, are we?” She thought.
Her mental note was consumed by a second swelling between her legs, forming a blunt point that began to probe her pussy slowly. It extended and retracted, just barely rubbing her labia with tantalizing promise. Meanwhile, nothing else stopped. Her breasts ached in the best possible way. Sensation rippled up and down her thighs, even her toes had the slightest sensation of being sucked. Nowhere was safe. A bulb emerged to rub her clit in a slow rhythm.
Mallory lost her capacity for coherent thought. She was warm, then cold, then liquid and melty. The restraints made her feel oddly secure. The box gave up lapping at her nipples and moved to massaging her breasts. What felt like real hands gathered her breasts in a palm and kneaded them ruthlessly. She felt her desire pooling in her, then slipping out from between her thighs. The box responded, thickening the width of the probe teasing her pussy. Hot, thick pussy juice slid into Mallory’s ass crack and the box responded by sucking the moisture up and using it as lube to insert an anal spindle. Mallory was beyond protesting, even if she had wanted to. It bulged and withered only to bulge again, never thicker than a finger, and finally settled into a rippling rhythm. Mallory just got wetter, to which the box responded by growing what was becoming a formidable dildo, which continued to tease the entrance of her pussy.
Just as Mallory felt she might have to scream if she was not penetrated fully, the box’s rubber cock shot into her, stopping just short of rupturing something. The motion of the box against her breasts changed again, now nearly biting, like eight pairs of teeth nibbling at the underside of her breasts, in between, and at her aureola.
Now the box began fucking her in earnest, the pressure at her neck tightened and the weight at her waist grew heavier, just like a pair of hands holding her hips in place. The rigid nub that was circling her clit softened to merely firm and widened. Its temperature raised as it swirled sensation around Mallory’s clit. The cock throbbed and twisted inside of her until Mallory lost it. The dick inside her seemed to explode in a ricochet of hot cum spurting against her pussy walls. Her own cum doubled in volume. Neither the box nor her orgasm quit. The pressure on Mallory’s neck increased once again and her second orgasm radiated from her pussy, leaving her gasping. The anal nodule kicked into high gear, swirling in opposite motion to the dildo and Mallory finally cried out with a final orgasm that left her shaking.
The box stilled, cradling Mallory as she caught her breath. Her arms lowered, the bonds around her ankles disappeared and she was tipped upright slowly. Mallory pulled her face together, re-calibrating to inscrutable. The box opened and Lloyd was waiting, expectant. Mallory descended, not regally as Mona had, nor collapsing like Yaz. She climbed out just like she was getting out of a car. Her naked body contrasted to Lloyd’s disheveled clothing. She leaned up against him, hands on his chest as if to kiss him. Instead, she whispered in his ear.
“I’ve had better.” She walked away, not seeing Lloyd’s face crumple behind her. Mona saw, though.
“What did she say?”
“Nothing. She said nothing.” Lloyd’s voice was flat. “I just need sleep.”
Lloyd shuffled back to his office and picked up his keys. He drove to his house on automatic and fell asleep before he’d even pulled back the covers.
He didn’t return to the lab. In his absence, the girls worked on the box with a vengeance. The wooden exterior was too coffin-line. They reconfigured it in black laminate and brushed titanium, put controls on the handle for the varied experience, and got in touch with Party Parts corporate to start testing and pricing.
The president of Party Parts was furious at the cost of development, it’s sole application for women, and the proposed price point. She left the lab weak kneed and whimpering, having claimed the first production model for her own.
Mona wouldn’t speak to Mallory. She glared at her even though the final aesthetics for the box had been Mallory’s design.
Finally, it was Mallory who went by Lloyd’s place to tell him the news of the Box’s success with corporate. She knocked on the door, not in her normal work outfits of goth-gone-stripper, but wearing slouchy jeans, Doc Martins and black t-shirt. She’d forgotten to put on a bra, but she wasn’t concerned.
Lloyd answered after Mallory knocked on the door for a solid five minutes. She was close to admitting defeat when the door opened as far as the chain lock would allow. Lloyd had a full unibomber beard, and there were dark circles under his eyes. The hand she could see bracing him against the door frame was stained with ink.
“Oh.” he said. “It’s you.”
“Yeah. I came to give you the news, since you aren’t answering the phone.”
He closed the door in her face. The sound of the chain rattled behind the wood and the door finally opened freely. Lloyd just let it drift wide as he turned his back to Mallory and walked back into the loft. His bare feet made no sound against the polished concrete floor. He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. From the stale human funk that radiated through the place, Mallory suspected that he’d not seen the wet side of the shower for a week at least. She followed him and locked the door behind herself. He threw himself against an expensive-looking sofa and said nothing. Mallory looked around. The kitchen was full of pizza boxes and empty beer bottles.
“When was the last time you showered?” she asked.
“Dunno,” he replied.
“This place is disgusting and so are you.”
He shrugged as if to ask what difference it really made.
“Seriously, dude. I’m going to go start the shower,” she said, and did. The walls were surprisingly mildew-free. She turned the spout all the way to hot and tested the stream with her hand. When it seemed a reasonable temperature, she returned to the living room and Lloyd. He was still sitting and staring straight ahead. She extended a hand.
“Mona says this is all my fault, you know. So I guess it’s my job to fix it. Up with you already.” She was a little surprised when he extended a limp hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. She grasped both arms and turned him, then with one hand on his back, she marched him into the bathroom. He continued to just stand there like a lump rather than taking off his clothes, so Mallory decided to move him along. With a single deft yank, his boxers made a puddle on the floor.
She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, just like she’d seen her sister do with her nephew, and started tugging that upwards with a not-so-surreptitious glance at his cock. It lay there like an uncooked italian sausage. Promising, but in need of heat. As she got the shirt around his head, she ran out of height. His arms were entangled and he started making muffled sounds of protest as he took over the removal of his shirt. She opened the shower door and pushed his now-naked frame under the water. He spluttered a little at the unexpected spray, and then stood there looking at her.
Exasperated, Mallory kicked off her own shoes and stripped down to her panties.
“Fine,” she said. “We’ll do this the hard way,” and she stepped into the shower with Lloyd. The beginning sparks of interest flickered to life in Lloyd’s eyes. Mallory wet her hair, darkening it to a singed shade of red. Her eye make-up smudged, but it only made her look dangerous. She wiped the water out of her eyes and scanned the shower for soap. In the corner, she found a bottle of a very masculine body wash/shampoo hybrid. She pushed Lloyd until his back was turned to her and she poured a generous helping of the green liquid into her palm. She rubbed her hands together to form a lather and placed both hands on his shoulders. His shoulder blades strained against his skin like sheathed knives.
“So the girls and I worked on some refinements for the box,” she started to explain while her hands rubbed slippery circles across the expanse of his ribcage and down the nubs of his spine. She slid her hands upwards again towards the top of his shoulders, then drug the soap down the outside of his arms.
“I designed the exterior. It’s pretty damn hot if you ask me” she said as she crouched down to her knees, bringing the soap with her down the back of one leg and then up the other. “Brushed titanium. Looks like an abstract sculpture.” She grabbed both arms and turned him to face her. The stream of water washed little white bubbles down his legs where they pooled at his feet. Mallory took another handful of soap, created a bit of lather, and applied it with both hands to his chest. His nipples contrasted against the hair on his chest and hardened like little peas against her palms. Her hands slid south, across the surprisingly firm plane of his stomach, then lower still.
With one hand, she cupped his balls and with the other she used the slick of the soap to lubricate a gentle stroke along the shaft of his cock. Lloyd’s eyes widened and his dick began to grow. Looking down at her hand wrapped around his cock, Mallory allowed herself a wicked smile. “Not dead yet,” she thought to herself and began to play in earnest. Above her, Lloyd trained his face not to betray him, just in case his interest might cause her to stop.
When she was sure Lloyd had the cleanest cock in the country, her smile broadened a little as she considered her next move. She lathered up a new handful of soap, placed her hands on his hips and slid them around to his butt, where she began to soap the crack of his ass. She felt him still and the muscles tightened around her exploring fingers. Mallory laughed a little and delved into the no-trespassing zone in earnest. As her fingers crept towards his anus, Lloyd growled and asserted himself. He reached around his waist, wrapped Mallory’s wrists in his hands and pushed her backwards against the tiled shower wall, her arms above her head.
Mallory grinned up at him. “What’s the matter, boss?” she asked.
“Brat,” he replied, before dropping his head and taking her pouting lower lip in his mouth. He sucked lightly before pushing his tongue against her teeth. To his surprise, she kissed him back with a fierce hunger that was unlike any kiss he’d experienced - not that he’d kissed a lot of women. Still, in a very unladylike way, she nipped at his lips and pushed her breasts against his chest. It was all the invitation that Lloyd needed.
He dropped her hands so he could grab the thin strip of fabric that held her underwear on her hips and pulled them to her ankles. As he pushed up from his haunches, he reached to her hips to balance himself and rose slowly, the scruff of his cheeks scratching the pale skin of Mallory’s inner thighs. She sighed, buried her hands in his long, dark hair, and pulled his face closer, his nose making first contact with her clit. Her thighs parted a little more and Lloyd tasted Mallory for the first time. She tasted as wild as Lloyd had hoped, his imagination spurred by their exchange in the testing room. He wrapped his tongue around her clit and sucked.
“Fuck yeah,” she said and lifted one leg to rest it on Lloyd’s shoulder. It was encouragement enough for Lloyd. He braced himself and set to work in earnest. It didn’t matter that the water was pouring down on his head, pulling his hair into his eyes. The only thing that Lloyd could feel was Mallory’s pulse throbbing against his tongue. Above him, she panted and moaned, pulling his head closer and rotating her hips against his mouth. While his hearing was blocked on one side by her thigh, her incoherent words began to converge into “please baby, please.”
He broke contact for long enough to ask, “Please what?”
“Oh god” she responded. “Fuck me. Please. Now.”
Lloyd grinned and stood, not bothering to push her hip off of his shoulder. Instead he caught her bended knee in the crook of his elbow, ensuring her thighs were spread wide even in the standing position. When he was finally standing, Mallory reached down and wrapped her warm hands around his cock, guiding him to her pussy.
He entered her, no further encouragement required. Her internal muscles rippled around his shaft, sucking him further inside. He withdrew slowly, making her feel his absence, before pushing back into her, all the way to the hilt. Her fingers tightened on his back, her nails imprinting perfect little half-circles into his skin. He lowered his head to her neck and bit her in retaliation. Her pussy just clenched around him harder. She pulled his head back by his hair and leaned down to kiss him. Fiercely. With teeth. She sucked on his tongue with the same rhythm that her pussy was applying to his cock.
When he broke the kiss, it was only to groan. “Minx,” he said. She laughed.
“Slut, you mean,” she said.
“Slut,” he agreed.
She leaned into his ear, whispered “but I could be your slut” and waited for his reaction. It was instantaneous. He readjusted her raised leg to open her pussy wider and drove his cock against the bottom of her pussy with an intensity that pushed past the fervent fucking he’d been engaged in just a moment before. He was faster, harder, and deeper. Mallory scraped her teeth against his earlobe, then applied her tongue to the sensitive skin at the nape of Lloyd’s neck.
“If you come on me, I’ll come in you.” Lloyd was nearly begging for permission to let go and climax. “Whatever you say big boy,” Mallory responded, and met Lloyd thrust for thrust. In moments, the first wave of her orgasm struck and she cried out. It was all Lloyd had been waiting for. The current of her body convulsing in his arms sent him over the edge and his balls tightened. An intense bolt of pleasure shot from his cock down to his toes and out the tops of his ears. His orgasm triggered a second wave in Mallory who groaned roughly and clutched at Lloyd’s back.
When the spasms subsided, Lloyd didn’t release Mallory. She was suspended against the wall by the deadweight of his body, a fuckable rag doll, spent, with his cock still inside of her and periodic shudders still gripping her body.
“Holy shit,” Lloyd said against her shoulder. “Please don’t tell me you’ve had better. I don’t want to know.”
Mallory laughed. “No, boss,” she said. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
Art is the lie that tells the truth.
Pablo Picasso