Jake Landry
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Pussy Plower
🕑 Added 2020-04-21 21:06:25 +0000 UTCKind of based off a story ABSQRST wrote [Link]
Allen tried to slink off to his room with the package he’d ordered. It’d been almost a week since he’d seen the ad and now it was finally being delivered. But that didn’t mean he wanted his roommate to know what he’d gotten. It was something called the pussy plower and it was supposed to stimulate the best sex you could dream of. The ad may have been overselling it but the amount of positive reviews made it hard not to believe at least some of them.
Sure bots could always be used to up the rating on any product, but these all seemed genuine. More than just the ‘good product’ or ‘five stars’ type reviews but actual ways they used it and who they were thinking about. Probably a bit more personal details than should have been in a normal review, but it is a sexual product.
“Whatcha got there?” Matt asked. He could see the tubular package in his roommate’s hands.
“Nothing,” Allen lied and put it behind his back.
“Nothing?” Matt had a devious smile on his face as he crossed the living room. “Doesn’t look like nothing…” he pushed the other guy against the wall and wrestled for the package. “Yeah… Really doesn't look like nothing,” adding a laugh as he opened it up. There was a bit of shock on his face as he saw the masturbatorial device. “Dude. You can’t be serious. Giving up on the real thing already?”
“No!” Allen snatched it back out of his friend’s hand. “It’s just been a while… And I don’t feel like having the drama right now.”
“Right now? When have you ever?” Matt prodded his friend. He could see the bit of red covering his face as Allen wanted to deny what he was saying but knew it was true.
All Allen could reply with was a, “Fuck you,” as he stormed off into his room. “Asshole…” He slammed his door and went to his computer.
Matt saw a text from his girlfriend that she was ready to go to their dinner plans. It’d been a while since they were actually able to do anything together and he’d planned a whole night around it. It was dinner at La Bonne Soirée, and then a pleasant night back at her place. He’d have had her over to his, but knew Allen would make things a bit awkward, even if he didn’t mean to.
It never took him long to get into his nice blue button down shirt, black pants and shiny black shoes. He even added the blue and black striped tie his mother had bought him for Christmas to complete the ensemble. Then headed over to Alison’s house. He walked up to the front door and knocked.
Alison opened it and clutched her black purse. “Ready?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” Matt replied as he helped her down the stairs of her apartment and opened the door of his truck for her. She grabbed her dress and made sure all of it was in before he closed the door.
Matt hopped back into the driver side of his truck and seemed to have flinched at something. “Everything alright?” Alison asked.
Another strange sensation hit his asshole as he flinched again. “Uhh… Yeah,” he lied. “Just some gas. I should be fine.” The sensation stopped and he drove to the restaurant.
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Back home Allen was still seeing what he ordered. His finger poked at the tip of the pocket plower to get a better sense of the tension and material. He’d never actually used one before and wasn’t sure what to do. Sure, ‘stick your dick in the hole’ was an easy enough command to follow but the discomfort he felt from having to use a masturbatorial aid made it all the harder.
“Mat… You fucking asshole,” Allen groaned as he looked device. “Why’d you have to go and see it…” To quell his nerves he turned off the lights and tried to find some porn that he liked.
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Matt didn’t know what that sensation was that he was feeling when he was driving. Moreover he didn’t know why he liked it. It was almost like something was poking up against his asshole, but obviously nothing was there. And then there was the mild erection he was getting. Shifting his weight back and forth he was able to hide it between his legs, but he knew it was there.
Luckily it stopped when they arrived at the restaurant. The cursive french letters atop the front door made it look all the fancier. He gave his keys to the valet and went inside. “Reservation?” the man behind the podium asked.
“Two for Matt Smith,” Matt answered.
“Right this way,” the man replied and led them through the dimly lit restaurant. Everyone was dressed in a similar fashion. All the men in black pants, darkly colored long sleeved shirts and black shoes while the women wore colorful dresses that accented the shirts their men were wearing.
The man handed them each a menu and Matt started to regret bringing Alison here. Each meal was about the same price as four meals anywhere else. He looked over at his girlfriend and smiled through the anger. But then he felt that strange feeling against his asshole again. Again he flinched as the pressure rose.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?” she asked. The way Matt’s face scrunched up was obvious as he tried his best not to show any pain.
“Ye-yeah,” Matt choked out. The pressure was slowly growing. He could feel whatever trying to push further inside. “Everything’s FINE!” the shout came out of nowhere as he felt whatever it was invading his insides. Everyone in the restaurant looked over and spoke in hushed tones. “I’m sorry…” he muttered under his breath. The pressure was still inside him. He could feel it against his insides. “I just need to… need to… need to go to the bathroom.”
It was an effort to push out the words as he felt whatever it was going deeper inside him. Each second he could feel whatever it was filling him up more. His cock was springing to attention. Alison looked at him with a bit of concern. “Okay…” she agreed.
Matt excused himself from the table and wobbled his way towards the bathroom. His feet kept stumbling at the pressure inside him pulling back and forth. He gripped the back of a booth for a moment, but when the bathroom was finally in view he nearly sprinted for it. “Oh thank god…” he moaned as he charged for the open stall.
The first thing he did was drop his pants around his ankles. He ignored his cock that sprang to life fully. The six and a half inch rod stood at attention as he went to try to find out what was going on. Obviously there wasn’t a way to bend to get a view, so the next best thing was his finger. He pressed lightly against it, only to feel the normal tightness of his hole. “What the… Oh god!”
The sensation nearly knocked him to the floor. Barely he caught himself on the wall as he groaned out in frustration at the feeling. His ass felt like it had just been filled up again and he couldn’t think about anything other than that and his throbbing cock. “Fuck… What’s going--” another deep groan was caught in his throat.
There was nothing Matt could do. He didn’t want to make any more noise, but the mixture of pleasure and pain running through his body. “Oh god damn it…” he cursed as he felt whatever was inside him pulling back and forth. The change in pressure up his asshole only seemed to stimulate him more. His cock bounded with joy after each change in pressure.
Matt had to bite down on his arm to keep himself from making much more noise. His groans and moans were quieted by biting down harder. But his dick only throbbed for more stimulation. He felt his ass bobbing up and down, hoping that whatever it was inside of him wouldn’t stop. The motion sped up. Matt’s body flexed. His toes curled. Dick throbbed.
Then a feeling like something splattered on his insides against his colon filled his mind. He felt his body react the same way, causing quite the mess on the ceramic tile in front of him. Slowly he started to come down from the high he’d just been put through. His mind reeling while blood slowly drifted away from his cock. He sat down on the toilet.
He surveyed the mess he’d just made. “Damn it…” he groaned. “Hopefully Alison doesn’t want to fuck tonight…” But deep down there was a bit of hope that whatever he just experienced would happen again.
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“Oh fuck yeah!” Allen finished with the device. It was a bit awkward at first but the more he used it the better it felt. Even the video he was watching seemed more of a distraction than enjoyment. He slowly came down from his high feeling. “Too bad I finished with Matt in mind…”
Comments
Yeah! When Abs wrote it forever ago it always kind of stuck with me I guess XD
Henry Cavanaugh
Neat idea!
