Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 21:24:53 -0700 From: ROBERT ROMERO Subject: The dick milker I invented and coordinated this robotic wonder to live by my rules, but it began to think for itself. At first it was a pleasure machine, but then it got in the habit of doing only one thing, milking cock, at it's discretion. You see, I would occasionally walk around in this new brand of male pantyhose, and it got to the point where the machine thought that is how I looked best. It would actually wait for me to wear those things before it progressed because it was it's own thinking machine with a history reader of it's activities. I would work out and go to the gym, than take a shower at home and relax around with nothing but my pantyhose on, white t shirt v neck, and home slippers. Sometimes I didn't like to wear those things because the machine I made would hide out in some closet and approach me when I wasn't looking. It was a well made machine capable of sucking a hard dick at it's leisure, and letting me take it like a man. But it had a hankering for me to look sexy in those soft tan like pantyhose before the machine itself got excited. Sometimes I'd be sitting on the couch browsing on my cell phone, and I could see it approach the couch with my one eye, and it's right robotic tentacle would caress my right leg as the other tentacle claw would grab my crotch pantyhose and yank it down. Suddenly the suction cup organism would exit the machine and make it's rendezvous with my exposed genitalia and the suction cup would do what it was meant to do, begin to suck me off. The suction cup knew what it was doing as it provoked my soft dick to enter it vacuuming tube until it took it all in. From that, it was a regular cow milking process of looking for water juice to excrete out of the overly large tit. It kept sucking and sucking wanting to build up forceful juice from inside my balls knowing that giving pleasure would eventually give it what it wanted, a mouthful of man milk to suck down it's container for interior lubrication that it used instead of oil. Since that is how the machine self lubricated itself, that is how it got it's power to run and want more every now and then. But sometimes, let me tell you, even I couldn't even stand it, as the sucking power felt so good, I just let it have it's way instead of disarming it. Once it got started, it knew what it was doing. Once it glided that dick in, it really seemed to like doing what it was doing. The sucking noise also made it sound awesome. The dick got hard and went to the back of the tube. The tube itself had a massaging sleeve and not only sucked, but also sucked in and out as it was doing it. Once I couldn't help it, as it sucked me off, I put everything down sitting on that couch, my tight pantyhose on, it had me by the balls. It sucked, and sucked, and sucked me good, and loud. My legs were buckling with quiver, and I grew hot with joy. I couldn't stand it as the juice in my hard round balls collected and were sending me out of my head. Suddenly the machine, no bigger than R2D2 with a hose, softly sucked me off to make it last longer. My beefy legs inside the pantyhose went numb and started to ache and shiver. It drew it long, and hard, and long, sucking me gently with hot frenzy. It wanted it, but it didn't want it. It wanted to know how long I could last under it's sucking spell, or curse, because it knew what it was doing. Finally I let my eyeballs roll together cross eyed as it began to take in my full spout of cum. I gave a heave as it sucked all the juice out of me. Than it let go of my pantyhose and it slapped against my waist, as the robot left the room. I was a puddle of jello, man. THE END