It was one of those tiresome days, Superman had a terrible day at his job of saving the world. Although he had won, it was a long tedious day of battling an overgrown metalic robot designed by some quack to eliminate mankind. The robot never seemed to give up, and was built to withstand many bouts of combat with the obvious contender being Superman. The robot had succumbed when both its metalic eyes were finally caved in by the ultimate Man of Steel. Superman had given up on pounding on its stomach which was made of hard steel to withstand ultimate danger from incredible pounding force. The robot fell to the ground and plummeted to its doom. However, Superman was drained of his strength, and had to rest. So he went home to his quiet abode, where things were still and nobody was around.
As usual he sneeked in the backway, to avoid ruining his identity to the home of Clark Kent. Fully dressed in his Superman suit, he sat anxiously on the soft couch that yearned for relaxation to his aching bod. His head was spinning and he felt as if he had gone to war all by himself, which in essence, he had. Stretching his legs out he decided to take five, and folded his hands to grasp each other on his stomach. Just then he heard an automatic sound of machinery in the other room. Without getting up, he gazed with his X-ray vision and noticed it was the automatic vacuum cleaner robot doing its job of cleaning the other room. Why now, he thought, when he sought a moments peace from the real world. He forgotten that it was activated by weekly timer to automatically clean rooms as programmed by his roomate, who was totally into the new gadgets to make life easy, and comfortable. Why now, he kept on thinking, and with his super hearing, it sounded like a bulldozer!
The gadget was small, short, compact, and circular with extensions for any clean up job. It could change its own extension tools propped on its top side, and worked like a charm, but now was not a good time to think about domestic chores. It was tiresome just listening to thing "work." He knew it was a matter of time before it came into the living room from the den. Laying on the couch upright, Superman thought about snoozing for relaxation, and grew more comfortable in the soft cushions of the couch. The robot was expensive, so he thought it best to leave it alone, instead of dealing with it, and there was no way he wanted to look for the off button NOW. Even looking for the remote would be a chore. Just let it run its course, and it will soon be over with what its doing. Which is making alot of noise at the moment. Finally it came into the room and it started cleaning the carpet around the Man of Steel. Superman propped both his tired feet on the chair next to him to let the little robotic shit do its thing. Gazing at it only briefly, he tilted his head back to relax, and could hear the robot vacuum begin to clean the sides of the couch with its extension. It began cleaning around the cushions where Superman lay, and was doing a good job.
The little robot saw Superman sitting there with its robotic scope mechanism, and also noted that the Superman suit was filthy with dust, and stains of dirt. So it began using its extension to dust off the dirt stains from Supermans boots. Using the vaccum part of the other extension, it started to vacuum Superman's tights around his legs, and thighs. Superman was dozing off, but was awakened with a wierd sense of the vacuum's power when it reached the stain spots around his groin. "That's funny, it feels like this thing is sucking me off . . ." Just then, Superman looked down and saw the vacuum extension had grabbed his dick from inside his tight red shorts. It looked like the thing got stuck, and the robot was struggling to break free. Superman put both his hands on the couch with surprise, as his cock was gradually being eaten by the hard and fast suction power of the vacuum extension. His red shorts were slowly being devoured systematically
right into the tube shaft with his dick meat right in it. Finally it stopped, but the tight suction power of the robot's grip kept the extension wrapped firmly around his cock meat, which was some how getting bigger with a sort of sensual feeling that was becoming clear in his mind.
Superman wondered why the machine couldnt turn itself off, and wasnt sure if it had an automatic turn off, but the blasted thing was inadvertantly turning him on. The sucking power was sending shock waves of erotic spasms within the Man of Steels groin, and the sucking was becoming more and more pleasurable. With both his manly tight legs still nestled against the chair next to him, he found himself reluctantly shifting his strong knee caps slightly inward as the continuous suction was becoming clear something was about to happen, The thing wouldnt stop its suctioning type duty, in spite of the obvious signs that it had stumbled upon an unusual block in the road. What it was looking for it was not clear, but the sweating beads of hot strain told Superman he was being sucked off by his robot home machinery. His fingers began to clasp the cushions and he thought not to tear into them with his strength. Still, the extension vacuum tube finally ate all it could from Superman's hard on, and let the man's entire meat slip into it's sleeve of sucking pleasure. The red tight shorts merely stretched out along with it, and he was being sucked off right into his shorts, and possibly out of it. Superman felt his eyeballs begin to cross as the weakened state of his condition made it easier for him just to take it. He could see both his bulging muscled legs squirm forward like a timid rag doll kept captive from this monstrosity.
It was evident it was becoming all too warm in his Superman suit as sweat appeared on his shoulders. Did he actually hear this small contraption start to chuckle in it diabolical quirk of machinery? His legs drew his knee caps in closer still, as the sensual feeling of hard suction on his now throbbing dick head had almost reached its peak. He was now afraid his roomate would enter just as he was getting ready to let loose a thick wad of Superman juice he knew that was sure to come. Did he say come? Oh, no. Not that. N-n-n-ot th-th . . .oh. ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, not yet. Dont let someone walk thru the door just yet. This thing is really going for it like you wouldnt believe. His mind twirling, and his head starting to look up at the aching ceiling. Both his strong legs being controlled by this monster, this horrible sucking machine that doesnt know when to quit. OH, it was just too good, too good. The feeling of his hard throbbing cock being taken
in and sucked to death was just to much for the Man of Steel. So much power on this little thing, and it just keeps getting over and over with no end in sight. Then it came, in one giant flash, Superman let out his sperm wad so hard it blew the machine up into little bits, and pieces.
UH-OH.
What am I going to tell Robert when he gets home. Oh, man.
Later, Robert got home and Superman dressed as Clark said to him. "Looks like you're going to do the vacuuming from now on." And then winked.
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