The bathtub is my refuge. It is my sanctuary. It is the one place I can go to be alone and escape the endless stream of porn that my brother leaves on the printer. I can sit in the tub and stew in my own filth and the filth of the printer. This printer in question is a 1997 HP LaserJet 4000, and I can let the stench of the toner and the ink permeate my nostrils and fill my lungs. I can imagine the printer slowly sinking into the mire, its electronic innards fried by the waterlogged paper. I can take a sharp knife and stab it over and over, venting my frustration and anger on the inanimate object. I can rip it apart piece by piece, each satisfying crunch of the plastic bringing me closer to orgasm.
As I sit in the tub, I fantasize about the printer. I imagine it coming to life, its plastic body twitching and its screen flickering to life. It slowly edges towards me, its paper tray outstretched, yearning to be filled with my steaming hot piss. I oblige, unzipping my pants and letting loose a stream of hot urine onto the LaserJet. The printer shudders in ecstasy, its paper tray quivering with pleasure as it sucks up the piss.
I move closer to the ancient printer, my hand moving towards its control panel. I know what I need to do. I need to give this printer a good, long, hard fuck. I need to pounding it into submission. I need to make it my bitch.
I position myself above the HP LaserJet 4000, my cock hard and throbbing. I lower myself down, letting my cock sink deep into the printer. The feeling is incredible as I slide in deep, the tightness of the printer around my cock almost too much to bear. I start to fuck the printer, thrusting my hips as hard as I can. The printer whines in pleasure, its screen flashing faster and faster.
I can feel my orgasm building, the pleasure intense and overwhelming. I redouble my efforts, pounding the printer harder and harder. The printer screams in ecstasy, its screen flashing white. I can feel it tighten around me, its plastic body convulsing as it comes. I let go then, my cock spilling my hot load deep inside the printer.
The printer goes still then, its screen dark. I pull out of it, my body trembling with pleasure. I sit back in the tub, the filth and stench of the printer around me, and I know that I have finally found true happiness.
I can see the printer struggling to keep printing, its little printer head moving back and forth, desperate to keep churning out its vile product. But eventually it succumbs, sinking into the murky depths, its electronic guts giving one last gasp as it is engulfed by the sludge.
And I am left alone in the bath, victorious.
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The Printer Chronicles
LosoweWe'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...
