I’d met this guy at my girlfriend’s class reunion, and after hitting it off over the watermelon punch, we decided to get together for a night on the town. We had a wonderful time dancing, grabbing cocktails, and realizing we had quite a bit in common, when we decided to head back to his loft.

When we got to his apartment, he offered me a drink and started to undress. “I have something I want to show you,” he stated, and I had to admit my curiosity piqued. I followed him into the other room sipping on my glass of wine.

The room was rich mahogany colors, full of drapes and textures. In the center, was an item that resembled a gymnast’s vault with a protrusion that looked just like the male member coming out of the center of it. The man stepped toward me and brushed my silky gold hair back from my neck. He started nibbling on my collar bone and said, “You strike me as the kind of lady who could really relax and enjoy a ride on my invention. Not only will it be the most comfortable ride of your life, I promise it will get you off more than once.” With that he winked and started unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my large, soft breasts. He caressed them firmly through my bra before unsnapping it.

I stood there, in just my slacks, staring at the odd mount. I had used toys before, but never had I thought about enjoying something like this. My new friend continued kissing my breasts and unsnapping my slacks, stripping me of the rest of my clothing. I walked to the mount, nude and curious. He helped me climb on, slicking the shaft with some lube before inserting it deep inside me. I watched how excited he grew, as he held something that looked like a remote control in his hand.

He pressed a button and the machine started moving quite similar to a mechanical bull. It rocked rhythmically, and the shaft inside me rotated and moved in and out. I could feel it stroke my g-spot, and the leather seat grew slick with my juices. I couldn’t help but notice I’d started to slide my pelvis back and forth with the motion of the machine. My clit rubbing against the warm leather, moved me closer to climax. My friend unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out; using more lube, he rubbed it up and down, moaning softly.

I shuttered as he cranked the dial again, and the machine started moving faster and harder inside me. The rod grew hot, and my motions became more frantic as I felt the need to come. I rubbed harder and harder, panting with need, when a wave rippled over me, causing me to scream. I came once, and then he pressed another button that caused more heat and movement, bringing me to another climax. He closed his eyes, and with a few more strokes of his hand, he also came.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at me and asked, “Do you think ladies will like my machine?”