This time the shoosh! came from him as he tumbled over backward and onto the carpet. "Hey!" he complained.
"What's that?" she shouted. "Can't hear you. Your Solar Whisper is acting up!"
The last five words she shouted directly into his ear as she lowered herself down atop him. He winced, but whether it was a reaction to that or to her hard grasp of his cock she couldn't tell. No matter. He was all hers now.
Swooping downward, she mouthed his swollen prick. His juices were already beginning to flow. Her tongue spread the stickiness down the length and around his organ until it was well-lubricated. Then moving her mouth downward to his scrotum and tonguing it lightly, she swiftly directed his cock into the extended nozzle of the vacuum tube.
The whoosh of the machine and his came together, as she began working the tube up and down the long length of his cock with the same motions she would have used with a hand or mouth-long, lingering concentration on the base and fast, furious flickerings up to the tip, molding the flexible plastic tube form to meet the smaller shape within it.
His groans and writhing told her it was good. She continued sucking the tip with the nozzle, remembering her own delight with the hard pull of the thing on her breasts. It was an odd tingling pulling biting grasping feeling. A feeling of having your insides drawn out-warmly, forcefully, but very pleasantly.
Knowing she could never get that amount of pressure using her own mouth she nonetheless tried to use it to create a super-suction on his balls. Sliding them from side to side in her mouth, her tongue forming a cradle as she drew in her breath in huge gulping intakes, she attempted to match with her breathing the push-pull of her hand-nozzle motion.
Time. She wondered about that. She knew how a simple jerk off or suck off was progressing by the feel of the cock in hand or mouth. But here it was a matter of guesswork. Or was it? Could she tell from his balls? After all, that was where the stuff came from-there ought to be some kind of internal reaction there.
There was. Slowly they seemed to-contract, that was it, get smaller, fold in upon themselves. It was a sort of shriveling effect-the scrotum-sac was tight and the balls themselves were tight, and the mass was-gathering itself for the explosion, like a constant steady inhalation that when reaching the limits of endurance would end in a blasting eruption.
Regardless, it was worth investigating.
She increased the tempo of her mouth-gorging, machine-sucking and finger-molding. Raising an eye over the heaving tautness of his stomach she saw his head was thrown back, rolling from side to side, eyes closed. His fists were clenching and unclenching, matching her rhythm, reaching out into the air for something to grab on to, finding the canister of the vacuum which he pulled to his chest. Using the constriction within her mouth for a gauge, she steadily increased her pressures and speeds. Then she felt it and saw it all at once. His balls tightened with rock-hardness, his arms strained around the canister he hugged, and then a wild, spasmodic jerk of his hips and a groan from his mouth told her. He had come. Hard and mightily, he had come. And pulling from him, she saw the last of the creamy foam still erupting from his bright-red cock.
The machine was off, silent. He lay quietly, in the same position, with her beside him, her face to his.
"Nice," he said. "And different."
"Mmmm. I like different things."
"You want to work for the company? I'd bet you could sell quite a few cleaners with that technique."
"I don't want to work at all. I like my men to work."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning it's your turn." She kissed his lips lightly. "Meaning I think it's rather foolish for me to be showing you what your own equipment can do. Meaning I'm not at all satisfied. Meaning it's your turn."
"Meaning you want to get fucked," he concluded.
"Not just fucked. I want to get fucked by you as only you can fuck me, like nobody else can fuck me. Do you understand?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I understand. But you're a real weirdo, you know that?"
She licked the tip of his nose. "Funny. You weren't complaining a few minutes ago. Now, you play weirdo for a change-if you have the imagination."
The last phrase came out.taunting, as she'd planned. He reacted with a red flush of the face.
She'd attacked his manhood, his virility. Strange, it wasn't by the usual putdown. Not "Hey, you've got the smallest prick I've ever seen," or "I don't think you could come twice if you had six balls under that pud of yours." No, she'd attacked his imagination. And he had flushed, and he would do his damnedest. But screw his ego. All Gert cared about was that his damnedest was going to be good enough.
With the confident smile, he rolled over to the sample case, pulling out two brushes and another nozzle. He looked at each of them carefully and decided on one, a long narrow brush, the two others plopping back into the case. Rising to his knees, he pulled the canister toward him. He grinned at Gert, then unscrewed the hose from one side of the machine and into another hole on the other. At the business end of the hose he took off the super-suck attachment and replaced it with the narrow brush.
He stood. "You think I got a good blow job. Well, I did, but wait till you feel this."
And then the cleaner was on and the hose came at her outstretched body. A jet blast of air billowed her hair out behind her head. He worked the air pressure down over her body, bringing the nozzle inches from her skin. The soft but stiff-bristled brush grazed her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, feeling like nipping, biting teeth backed up by a giant mouth blowing hot blasts of air on and over her body.
The blast bathed her feet, having tauntingly by passed her lower stomach and cunt area. He now sat down on the floor by her hips, lifting her legs into the air and sitting them on his thighs.
His cock was erect and she was again amazed at its length. A hose if there ever was one, and now it rubbed the crack of her buttocks as his free hand stroked the backs of her thighs. The hose-the real one-was beside her, the air-jet directed over her midriff. He leaned over and wetly kissed her stomach. The warm air dried her skin swiftly and she broke out in goose bumps from the pleasurable sensation. As his lips worked down toward her cunt he redirected the hose to follow his path.
His tongue explored the folds of her labia and she was trembling with the excitement of what she thought was about to come. But the shock of the first penetration of his hot wet tongue deep inside her still surprised her. The air-jet was still blowing warm, sensuous waves of pleasure over her upper thighs, his long hot prick toying at her rear, as she moved to maneuver the tool closer to her hole he drew her toward him, his tongue probing deeper into her. Then it was gone and she was sitting on that creamy prick. He worked her up and down on that long spear-shaft, closing his thighs, pulling her down onto him, his now bulbous balls pressing into her quivering butt flesh, her clitoris pressing into and rubbing against his stomach. And then The still-spurting air hose brushed lightly over her inner thighs, closer and closer to her cunt, tickling tingling titillating-a thousand flecks, a thou sand small bugs creeping crawling over her body, aimlessly at first but then in a slow methodical manner around and around her clitoris, in endless eternal circles that familiarized her with the at first, strange sensation-stimulus of the itchy-teasy touch of the prickling brush that backed it up. And then he shoved it into her. The twirling blasting spinyness deep into her, the jet forcing against her walls, scraping the walls with this hot force. And now-since when? she wondered briefly-his cock was pulsing inside her rectum and in response she tried to move up and down on that, but when she did the air-jet moved deeper into her, pushing the walls of her insides to new, unnatural and ungodly dimensions.