The four times I make you come

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The first time I make you come is just for me. I’m not even going to bother taking off all my clothes. I’ll just yank my knickers to one side, hop on your erection the second it’s hard enough, and ride your dick till you fill me up with spunk. When I’m satisfied, it’s onto round two. The second time I make you come, it’s with my hands. I take your wrists and cuff them behind your back. Make sure you’re comfortable, of course, then lube you up again until everything’s shiny and taut. Till your cock slips through my clenched fist easily, even though I’m squeezing good and tight. And I’m going to wank you off like that. Hard. Even though you’ve only just come. The relentless nature of it when you’re still not recovered from the previous one makes you whimper and squirm, but you bite your lip and keep quiet for me, because you asked for this. The second time I make you come, there are only a couple of squirts of jizz, but the power with which your dick twitches when the cum shoots out resonates through my arm. I respond not by letting go, but squeezing tighter. Rubbing faster. You say ‘please no,’ and I let go. Check whether you need water or a break, and you shake your head. But when I stand up, as if to walk away, you let out this howl of disappointment that rips at my heart, so I check in again: ‘More?’ You nod. Swiftly. The third time I make you come, I use the machine. An automated masturbation tool that delivers relentless, robotic strokes – the kind that are impossible to achieve with mere mortal hands. Up and down. Up and down. I show you how the machine works, before I slide your dick in. You watch it, mesmerised by steady rhythm that will never tire – hypnotised by the thought of it milking your raw, throbbing dick. Over and over and over. Your dick, by now, is zinging with pain, and you’re not sure if you’ll make it through orgasm number three, but you’ve banged down a Viagra at the start of the evening, so it will be hard and ready for use right up until you actually say the safe word. So your cock is hard, and your courage is wavering, but I squirt more lube out and slather you in it again. You twitch and whine a little in the back of your throat because I’m applying it quite roughly. Too much pressure, too much sensation. It’s all just far too much . Then I slide your cock into the tight hole of the machine, and turn it on. Up. And up further. You’re stoically silent for the first ten seconds, but then you start whimpering again. You can feel every single nerve ending in your cock – the signals it’s giving your brain all mean ‘stop’, even as your brain repackages those and implores you ‘no please don’t’. I watch the contorted expression on your face and contemplate taking a picture. This time, when you come, it’s almost dry. You pant and gasp like a defeated athlete, but we’re not in recovery mode yet. The fourth time I make you come, I want it to be much more personal. First I’ll ride your dick once more, just for me. So I can come around the thick swell of pure pain that it’s now comprised of. Sliding from tingling tip to red-raw base, enveloping it with my soaking wet cunt, soothing the agony. Making it better. Lulling you into a false sense of security. Because once I’ve had my second go, it’s time to finish you off. I’m gonna take both hands and lube them up again. Use one on your dick, and the other on your prostate . There won’t be much spunk left, by the fourth time you come. But with one of my fists curled in a chokehold around the shaft of your cock, aggressively jerking it while you whimper like a whipped puppy, and the first two fingers of my other hand nudging right up against your prostate just inside your ass, pressing hard on the ignition that’ll kick-start your cum from the inside… I’m sure that despite the agony you’re in, I’ll nevertheless be able to milk a few more drops of spunk from you. This piece is fiction, so please don’t come at me in the comments to tell me it’s not possible. Neither is interdimensional travel , but no one complained when I wrote that, so there. If you do fancy trying some robotically mesmerising dick-milking though, there are actually two machines I have with which this kind of thing is possible, both of which you’ll hear about in a bit more detail later. One is the Fleshlight Launch , with Fleshlight Stamina Training Unit locked in (huge thanks to site sponsor The Pleasure Garden for providing me with the latter – as I say, longer post on it coming soon). Use the code GOTN10 for 10% off anything on-site. The other is the Autoblow AI, which a friend gave me a while ago. I have not yet used this one in anger, but when I do I promise you’ll hear about it. Buying through links on my site helps to support my work and keep me in lube that I can use on men who are kind enough to let me milk them.