Hey, Cindy, theres still some pizza left.

Want another slice? Miranda yelled from the kitchen. Miranda and I were friends with benefits, but we were best friends in the traditional sense, too. We laughed a lot and shared secrets like other pals the only difference was when the opportunity presented itself we played.

No thanks. Im stuffed. I was feeling like I would explode and the thought of more food was causing the bile to creep up my esophagus. Miranda had invited me over for an evening of comfort food and silly movies after my ex had unceremoniously dumped me for another woman. It was a shitty situation but the pepperoni pizza and Spaceballs were beginning to work their magic. Miranda was a big help, too. She didnt spend the night asking me details and forcing me to talk about it, no, she just put in a movie she knew made me smile and ordered my favorite guilty pleasure food. Miranda was a lot like me, she knew when a bad breakup occurred there was no sense beating a dead horse and that it was better to have your cry and move on. Dwelling just makes you bitter.

What do you want to watch next? Another Mel Brooks or should we switch to Monty Python? Miranda had already started rummaging her DVD collection as the end credits of Spaceballs were rolling. I dont know. Maybe I should go on home. Its getting late. I felt a wave of despondency wash over me.

Late? Its a Friday night.

Where do you have to be tomorrow? Miranda was starting to see my desire to leave as an excuse to go home and feel sorry for myself. Im tired .

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.I like to get up early on Saturdays and clean my house.

Its a real mess by the weekend, Thinking about the dirty dishes and dust bunnies at my place made me more depressed than ever. No, youre going to stay here.

Im not letting you go home to host a one person pity party. I sighed, grateful that she was trying to convince me to stay. I didnt really want to leave, but I just had let my mind wander to the weeks depressing events and I needed to snap out of it. I had promised myself I wouldnt sulk.

Besides, I was optimistic Miranda and I would have one of our traditional cheer up the dumped friend playing sessions. I felt my private part moisten at the mere thought.

Alright then.

Monty Python I guess, but do you want to watch The Holy Grail or Life of Brian? I couldnt have cared less and thought Id let her make the call. Hmmm.

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you know I have a better idea. I want to show you something I just got. Miranda grabbed my wrist and dragged me upstairs to her guest bedroom.

What have you splurged on now? Clothes, shoes, furniture? I asked.

Miranda had never been hard up for funds, but she had recently inherited a substantial sum of money from her great aunt and this gave her even more disposable income, which she had set out to spend like there was no tomorrow.

No. This is way better. Miranda was stifling giggles.

She was so excited about this new purchase she looked like she would burst from the giddiness. I hadnt seen her this happy since she had found a pair of Dolce and Gabbana shoes on sale. When we reached the room, she swung open the door and there it was.

It was the oddest contraption I had ever seen. It was a small black box with a dildo on top and it appeared to be plugged into the wall. What the.

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. Its a playing machine, Miranda said grinning from ear to ear. A what? I had never heard of such a thing before. Basically, its a dildo with a motor. They are great for those cold lonely nights. I bet that set you back a pretty penny, I laughed. Inheriting money is a good thing. Miranda smiled back at me.

So, this thing is a vibrator with more of a kick? Curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had moved closer to examine the strange creature. It looked unassuming and harmless. The base was a small black saddle shaped box covered in naugahayde. On top was a rubber cover with a dildo and a patch of tiny spikes. I was intrigued. Its so much more than that.

You know, I could let you test it out. Miranda looked excited at the prospect of testing her new toy on me. What? No, I couldnt.

. . Sure you can. I insist. Miranda ran her hand across my buttocks and squeezed. My softness moistened at the thought of riding the playing machine.

The toy was sitting there motionless and quiet, but it seemed to speak to me. It begged me to give it a go. I didnt say a word but stripped and moved over to the device.

Miranda had already pulled out the remote control and was sitting on the floor next to the machine. I slowly eased the phallus into my wet cunt.

It felt smooth and hard as my lips enveloped it. Miranda had begun to finger her own softness and I could see the faint glisten of her juices as she pleasured herself. How does this feel? She asked as she switched on the vibrating patch of rubber spikes. The vibrating of the thick rubber bristles felt like thousands of tiny fingers teasing and toying with my personal place.

I moaned with pleasure as my softness became more and more damp.

Miranda kicked up the speed a notch and I was sent over the edge before I could stop myself.

I was shocked by the intensity of the orgasm I had reached in such a short time, but it only foreshadowed what was to come. That was amazing. I moaned, still euphoric.

Its not over yet.

Miranda was looking at me hungrily as she rubbed and squeezed my breasts She placed her mouth around the nipple and began to suck. She pulled back and toyed the tip of the nipple before biting it and tugging it towards her with her teeth. I cried out in pain and pleasure. She said nothing but released my breast and hit another button on the remote control. The dildo started to rotate inside of me, slowly at first, then faster. It was like playing a woman wearing a strap-on. A sigh escaped my mouth as Miranda joined me on the machine and straddled the rubber spikes.

Our personal places were touching as the bristles vibrated. Miranda moaned and held my wrists tight behind my back with one hand while the other worked the controls. The combination of the vibrating pad and the rotating dildo was almost too much to bear. I felt waves of small climaxes continuously crashing over my body, sending my juices down my legs in a steady stream. Miranda let out a loud moan and sighed heavily as she reached her satisfaction. She looked at me and smiled as she hit the off button and dismounted the machine. Every muscle in my body was tense with an impending orgasm and they ached with a need to finish what had been started. Im all done. How about you? She was taunting me mercilessly. Please no, dont stop. You cant stop. Not now.

I was surprised by the pleading tone in my voice. Just a little more. Miranda hit the button and the dildo rotated slowly inside of me a couple of times and gave me such relief, but as quickly as she had started it, Miranda stopped the dildo. Is that enough? She laughed knowing what she was doing to me. More! More! Dont you dare stop, Bitch! I was crazed by the hunger for satisfaction. I was an addict and the machine was my drug.

Miranda laughed and hit the button sending the dildo and vibrator into overdrive. The dildo moved in circles inside of me, alternating between slow and fast rotations, as the rubber spikes hummed against my private part shaking the nectar from it. The vibrating bristles worked my personal place continuously while my wetness soaked onto it making it feel like the saliva of a lovers tongue, only without any pauses or breaks.

I swayed my hips and ground my softness harder into the machine.

My body had never felt such an intense pleasure. The ecstasy had become an entity itself and it threatened to burst out of me. I writhed and moaned, wanting to escape the hideous pleasure as it ravaged my body. I tore at my breasts and dug my nails into my thighs in a desperate search to find a channel for the pent up sexual energy that threatened my existence.

Then the explosion came. The erotic heat burst from inside my softness and reverberated throughout my body setting ablaze every nerve it found. Earth shattering orgasms flooded me in ways I had never experienced. When it was over I relaxed on top of the now still device, beads of sweat sliding down my cheeks.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

I know. Great little invention, isnt it? Miranda looked at me. She knew exactly how I was feeling and why I was unable to speak.

Wow. I couldnt muster the strength to speak any more. Miranda had to help me get off the machine because my knees were too wobbly from the climax to support the weight of my body. Is that all you can say? Miranda giggled. Uh-huh, I replied as she helped me get dressed. Well, I guess youre speechless from all of the fun. Pretty much, but I think I could go for another slice of pizza. I seemed to have worked up quite an appetite.