On those days, after seeing woman after woman rocking on top of the machine, the images mirroring what she'd been watching on the Internet and the DVDs they'd ordered months ago, her pussy was dripping and aching by the time Max got home for dinner. She could barely make it through the chicken stir-fry and brown rice or whatever she'd managed to throw together before racing back downstairs to the machine.
But Max didn't seem to mind. Probably because her sex drive had increased exponentially. She'd never been a slouch in that department, but now she was a powerhouse, and Max was taking it in stride. In fact, he loved nothing better than to tease her about it. And he was merciless! His fingers would creep up her thigh during dinner, his eyes bright as he pressed them against her panties. He'd just tease her a little, carrying on a normal conversation while she squirmed in her chair and poked rice around her plate, waiting for him to finish.
Today was worse than most, too, because Ashley had come again (oh God, she had come… and come!) and they had ridden double for a while. It was funny, but Tasha couldn't just settle for a five or ten minute ride anymore. One orgasm or two wasn't enough. The amount of pleasure the Sybian was able to give her just kept edging upward every time, it seemed. Tasha glanced at Max, who was getting another helping, feeling a little guilty. She hadn't told him… Ashley was still her little secret.
"Hey, baby," Tasha said, getting up and putting her plate on the sink-a hopeful hint. "I got a new catalog today that I want to talk to you about."
Max leaned back in his chair, his smile widening. "Uh-oh."
"Look…" She found it in the stack on the counter, coming to slide her chair next to his and opening it beside his plate. "See?"
"You've already got things circled!" he laughed, flipping through. "Whoa… I like this one…"
She glanced at the machine, low to the ground, a thick dildo attached. "They've got all kinds of 'fucking machines'… that's what they're called… just think of the variety we could offer!"
He gave her a sidelong look, and then grinned. "We're gonna need a bigger room."
"Well…" She bit her lip and put her hand on his leg, sliding her bottom closer, pressing her thigh against his. "With what we've made from the Sybian alone, I know we can afford it…"
He nodded, back to flipping pages. "Oooo, I'd like to see you on this…"
"Buy me one, then." Her hand slid further up his thigh, seeking the stiff heat between them, and found it. He leaned back a little, taking the catalog with him, as she freed his cock.
"Mmmm yeah…" His voice came from behind the magazine as he looked at women in all sorts of positions, their pussies being filled by various dildos, driven by the force of a machine. "Get down there and suck it, baby."
Eager to comply, she slid down under the kitchen table, tugging his trousers down enough so she could work without restraint. Tasha loved sucking cock, and Max's was the most beautiful and responsive one she had ever had in her mouth. It stood straight up, the length of it nearly touching the underside of the table when it was free, the head a perfect, round mushroom, the thick, veiny length pulsing under her hand.
She wiggled herself between his legs, and he eased his chair back, giving her more room to move. Her tongue traveled the distance between his balls and the tip of his cock in one long, slow, ice-cream lick. He groaned and shifted when she swirled the wet heat of her tongue around the head and then took him into her mouth. She kept her hands on his thighs as she sucked him, working just her mouth up and down his shaft, trying to aim him for the back of her throat.
"Ohhh yeah…" he sighed, tossing the magazine onto the table, his eyes closing, his head going back. If he had to choose just one, this would be the sexual act that he would pick as his favorite, and Tasha had a way with blowjobs, there was no doubt about it. Nothing could beat eagerness and skill put together.
"I wanna go for a ride," she whispered, still teasing the head, probing the hole there with her tongue, tasting his pre-cum.
He smiled, but didn't open his eyes. "Lemme check and see if you're ready…"
Sliding up between his legs, Tasha stood, pulling up her skirt and tugging down her panties. He squeezed the crotch of her panties first, noting the wetness, and then sought the smooth flesh of her pussy lips. Her labia was already slick with her juices, and the heat of her slit radiated like a little furnace when he spread her lips with his fingers to look at the pink inside.
His finger traced her clit in circles and she moaned, quickly working the buttons on her blouse. Max watched as she unhooked her bra and tugged at her nipples, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.
"Turn around," he instructed, and she did as she was told, spreading her legs and pushing his plate to the other end of the table so she could rest her flushed cheek against the cool surface. Her legs were long and slim, but her pussy lips were fat and swollen under her tight little asshole, so pink at the center with its dark halo border.
"Oh God," she whispered when he pressed his finger against the tight ring of her ass. She spread her legs wider, going up on her toes.
"I brought you a little present," Max murmured, working his finger gently in, twisting it around until she was taking just the tip. "It was delivered to work today."
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes bright. "A new toy?"
Smiling, he stood, removing his finger and pressing the head of his cock against her pussy lips. They parted and his eyes closed briefly as he slid easily into her.
"Max!" Tasha gasped in surprise and arched back against him.
"Just don't want you to forget what that feels like." He winked, sliding his now-slick cock from her and slapping it across her ass.
She moaned. "Not likely."
"Is the Sybian all ready?" His cock head made a wet trail from her asshole to her clit and back again.
"Yes," she whimpered. He pulled her up from the table, his mouth capturing hers, the kiss hungry and eager and promising, their tongues searching for something more.
"Undress," he said, sitting back down in the chair to stroke himself while she slid off her blouse and bra. He unzipped her skirt in back and watched her wiggle it down her hips, teasing him with the sight of her exposed sex. "In my coat pocket."
Tasha dashed toward the living room, clapping her hands, and Max smiled as he loosened his tie, pulling it over his head without undoing it, and working the buttons on his shirt as he stepped out of his trousers.
"Max!" she squealed from the other room and his grin widened as he left his trousers and shirt folded neatly over the chair and started toward the sound of her voice, completely naked now. He hadn't taken more than two steps when she burst through the doorway, holding her new toy in her hand. "I didn't even know they made these!"
"Ready to try it out?" He took the Sybian attachment from her, holding it up in his hand.
"More than ready!" She wiggled herself against him with a mischievous smile, her nipples brushing his chest. "Come on!"
She was bounding down the basement stairs before he could say a word. Max met her down there and she already had the machine placed on the low stool they had rigged up just for their own play sessions. Tasha could sit and ride, and it was at the perfect height for her to take him into her mouth.
"Gimme!" She grabbed the accessory, attaching it to the machine and then kneeling down to study it. The two cock-shaped dildos curved up from the base, one right in front of the other. The one in back was thinner and had a more angled curve. That was the one that would go into her ass, she knew.
Max had his cock in his hand as he sat in the chair. He would always watch a while first before moving in to join her. Tasha loved looking over and seeing his hand moving up and down the shaft, squeezing the head. It made her mouth water.