Once I had an oriental male friend who use to call me by my first name Robert, but when he said it, it came out Robot. I'll never forget him, I havent seen him in awhile.
So it still came as a surprise to me when I received a package via UPS that was a large square box, and when I tore into it, I saw the word ROBOT. And Robot it is, a compact vacuuming homestyle Robot cleaner with adjustable automatic timer and remote. A state of the art that my husband, Superman had obviously bought special just for me. No more handling the old hoover, this mechanism was built to last forever and adjust to any cleaning order in the home. The Robot had a spyglass with which it could virtually see what was in front of it. I unwrapped it, and carefully read the manua instruction booklet while my muscular husband was away.
Little did I know he was thanking a scientist inventor he knew for having constructed the special Robot for me as a gag gift. He had told Dr. Carefree about his incident with an alien machine that had come to this planet in search of superhuman sperm. Superman's guess was that he got molested by a robotic machine in order to conduct experiments with what the machine could literally take out of him by making him succumb to the hard suctioning power of the gizmo, making the Man of Steel shake his wad into the vacuum chute for the Alien's experiments. To make a long story short, Superman wanted to giggle at the fact he was not the only victim in this scenario, and had Dr. Carefree build a highly sophisticated sucking Robot to his specifications to look like a store bought item.
This I much later discovered after this one unusual afternoon.
Alone in the front room, propped on the couch reading the instruction handbook, the Robot appeared quite complete and reminded me of a Star Wars R2D2 unit, but it had two circular antenae on top that could move back and forth. It seems this Robot was built for easy handling by almost the wary novice handler, and could pretty much take care of itself. So I plugged in in to an electrical socket, and noticed a red light beam turn on. This meant the Robot was ready to charge, and the charge time would take 30 min for it to do a random cleaning of several rooms. So I allowed it to charge fully before attempting to use it because I wanted it to work right.
After cleaning the kitchen, I came back and read the newspaper on an easy chair. The Robot's red light beam suddenly turned green. I suppose this meant the charge was complete and it was ready to conduct its business. On the side of the small machine, was a lever handle that could move up or down. Moving it up meant it gave more liberated power as moving it down meant it gave it less mobility to move around on its own.
Unfortunitely, the lever was not as strong as I thought it would be, and move upward rather quickly. This made a surge in the vacuuming power sound, although it did not yet move. So I lowered the lever, before clicking the mobility button on.
It came on and slowly moved about. I unplugged the machine, and detached the wire charge hookup. Automatically, it let out two appendages with vacuum attachments on each one, and began to look for signs of dirt, stains, soils, grease, and the ususal uncleanliness. It began its work quite thorough, and I sat back down to read the paper again, letting the machine to run free, hoping it wouldnt collide with furniture.
Unfortunitely, I was wearing what I usually wear around the privacy of my own home, just a plain ordinary white V neck t-shirt, and the Activskin legwear tights I feel comfortable in under runner's shorts..
While sitting on the lounge chair, I could see the machine begin to clean around the area from where I was sitting. But instead of getting up from my chair, I lazily stayed there hoping the thing would simply clean around me. It first got the side of my left armrest, and then moved its "things" to vacuum the chair below my legs. Then for some reason, it began to vacuum my right leg all the way up towards my right thigh. I thought, ok, this is really wierd, but just then it shot to between my legs under my runner's shorts. What the heck, I thought, because it then grabbed me by my crotch. I immediately got up from the chair, letting the newspaper fly about. Some strange long robotic arm came out of a third socket with two small prongs on the end and clasped to the side of my shorts. While the vacuum had stayed with its grip around my crotch, it gently pulled down my blue shorts as if it was sexually aroused. The vacuuming tube let go for just a minute to
allow the runner's shorts to fall around both my knees, and the funny thing dived in again right where my dick was protruding from inside the tights control top.
It swallowed me whole and engulfed its circular attachment tube to completely circle around my dickhead, and then I heard the motor make a sound I had never heard before. It actually brought itself to create more power on its own with no help from me. With that kind of suction power, I felt myself being driven into the vacuum capsule. For some reason, this thing knew what it was doing, and it kept doing it for a very strong minute. The sensation was actually awesome, cause I had never felt anything like this before. It was like the machine was made to perform this sex act on a male animal. The instant sucking became dizzying, and I just let it go at that point. Without trying to alter my Activskin pantyhose tights, it began to suck me right thru my hose. The flexibility of the stretching hose gear allowed the machine to devour me whole. and my dick just kept getting harder and harder with each vacuum power thrust. The noise became so much that the
sucking sound almost overan the rest of the machine. My legs began to throttle at the sheer sensation it was belting into my system, and I felt myself beginning to sweat around the forehead. If finally got me fully erect, bouncing from my hose and taking me in ready to take anything that might yet happen. My shorts touched the ground to my tennis shoes, when I heard Superman come from the back kitchen entrance, with a big smile on his face. He had set me up.
No sooner had he come to my rescue, but the machine allowed its alternate chute to climb on top of him. I dont think he was expecting this move from the machine at that moment. The look on his face stopped short of what he was trying to say to make the joke he played work. He stood there with a desperate look of anguish as the other suction capsule surrounded his bulge. The motor seemed to turn on louder from the other side as if it had two seperate motors inside. Superman gasped, "NO!", and the thing began its action on Superman. The thing really let an awful gut wretching sound of sucking power as it took the Man of Steel's crotch in one easy SLURRRP. Its almost as if Superman had been thru this type of thing before not too long ago. It didnt take much to make both his meaty thighs to quiver with thirst as the appendage began to work on both of us at the same time doing the same thing. Sucking for manly meat thru very tight tights on both of us, not
giving a care about material, or what not. I was already in, and Superman was going in slowly but surely for another round of sexually induced robotic stimulus pleasure. I could see his red tight tights stretching with the hard on that began to appear into the chute. The strong spandex was no match for the force that begged it to set the inside protrusion free. By the sense of my gizmo working on me, the capsule could actually stretch to some extent from the original size to accomodate growing power.
Suddenly the two of us found ourselves captive by an unrelenting machine that had just been charged to give us both its all. Both our legs lay quivering, and our hands lay outward as searching for something to lean on. Both Superman and I succumbed to the aching power of a pre-programmed sexual bot that seemed to be hungry for manmeat of any kind, but got a real life superhero, and his sexual buddy. Superman enjoyed seeing me wear those skimpy tights that are actually pantyhose made just for men, and thats almost how we met, because he told me he once noticed me wearing them using his x-ray vision from under my pants.
Somehow I managed to reach over to the switch to turn on the ceiling fans, because we needed it. How funny that two strong men, brought into full focus at what machinery is capable of in doing. One machine making us cum little by little, and the other to cool us off while this is going on. Superman came first as I could hear him give an almost silent heave, and saw a huge wad of soil appear at the end of the inside chute. He had just came inside his shorts, as he closed his eyes to enjoy every instant of it, cause the machine kept sucking even while Superman let go of his ultimate squirt. The chute around me suddenly spun sideways around my dick as if fighting for me to lose my cool, and I did. I was hoping to outlast this big mountain of muscle by not cumming first, but at last, it made me shoot. Superman opened his aching weak mouth, and began licking my neck and earlobe. I got down and began to suck on his hard muscle tits. We were in heaven the two
of us.
Several days later, Superman informed me of Dr. Carefree's trick. The good doctor was also gay, and thought it humorous to bring two strong fellows to their knees as well as the intended-me.
We kept the machine, and thanked the good doctor.
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