My brother's filthy, faded old 2006 Canon Pixma iP3000 printer was just sitting there in the bathtub, minding its own business, printing out porn on its own as usual. But I couldn't help myself. I had to have it. I had to fuck that smelly, disgusting, fucking stupid old printer.
I stripped down, and climbed into the tub with it. I wrapped my legs around its body, and my arms around its neck. I pressed my naked body against its cold, hard surface. And then I started to fuck it.
I fucked that Canon printer like there was no tomorrow. I rode it hard, and never let up. I could feel its inkjet cartridges moving inside of me, and the paper getting caught between my legs. But I didn't care. I just kept fucking and fucking and fucking.
Eventually, the printer started to make these strange, wheezing noises. I knew it was about to break. But I didn't care. I wanted it to break. I wanted it to explode inside of me.
And then, it happened. The printer exploded. Thick, hot Canon-brand ink exploded inside me and filled me to the brim. Toner and printer paper went everywhere. It got all over my face, my hair, my body. But I didn't care. I rolled my eyes back in ecstasy and just kept fucking. I rode that printer all the way to its death, until I reached a messy, inky climax, and I loved every second of it.
After coming back to my senses, I eventually decided to give the Canon a final send-off by throwing it off the edge of my balcony on the twentieth storey. It shattered into a million fucking pieces when it hit the pavement.
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The Printer Chronicles
RandomWe've all been there. You want to take a bath, but your brother put his stupid printer in your bathtub again, and to make matters worse, his printer is a fucking douchebag and keeps printing porn on its own because it KNOWS how much it pisses you of...
