Ratchets and straps (dire machine nsfw)

5 (NSFW, absolutely not for young or vanilla people)

The date went surprisingly well, Buford talked more with Sara. He paid the bill and they left, it was dark now and he changed his under glow to a deep blue. Sara was relaxing in his seat, seeming content. That was the first of many dates, Buford bought a cheap garage that Sara promised to help him fix up, on the south side of town close to the river. On the fourth date they were coming back from the drag strip. He jumped at the chance to show her his raw power, and they ran some decent times. He cruised back to her house, still in drag slicks. Sara sat in his driver seat now, a helmet opposite to her. "So you wanna stay for dinner, and a movie ?" she asked." Buford smiled and changed lanes. "Of course I do hun." They pulled into her driveway and she opened the garage. Buford pulled into the cool space, a nice escape from the nights heat. Sara stepped out and turned on the lights. She closed the door behind them and Buford turned his engine off. Sara disappeared into her house " I'll be back in a minute." she said as she walked away. Buford waited quietly, settling down and relaxing his suspension. He only waited for ten minutes before Sara returned. She had more casual clothing on, and held a plate in one hand and a bowl in the other, tucked under her arm was a laptop. She set the warm plate on his hood and the laptop on a stool. "I've got chicken nuggets, and popcorn," she stated, climbing on the Buford's hood. She was quite comfortable with him now. "That sounds wonderful," Buford cooed. He reached up and turned the computer on. "What shall we watch?" he asked, skimming over the keyboard to find netflix. Sara fidgeted and replied "how bout Alien". Buford nodded slightly and typed it in before hitting play.

 As the night and movie progressed the popcorn disappeared and Buford felt Sara became increasingly restless. He tried to ignore it and watch the movie which he loved and had seen many many times. But she just fidgeted and stroked his warm hood before sliding off and closing the laptop. "Whaa.." he tried to protest but was cut off. "So big boy. You're gonna show me what I saw on your phone?" she purred coyly. Buford's engine roared to life, his body reacting faster than his mind. "I..i mean if you want" he stammered, now extremely flustered. She had taken to calling him big boy and he would never not be a little embarrassed. She stripped off her tank top in a flash, revealing a black lacy bra. Buford grinned, it was evident she had planned this. Buford bit his tongue and lifted himself on his hydraulics. Sara slid underneath him stroking and grabbing his belly as she went. It didn't take much coaxing for buford's cock to slip out of its sheath. Though hard to make out the color in the dim light, but he did not disappoint. 

Buford shuddered as she kissed and licked his underbelly. He was dirty and blackened from tearing up rubber all day, but Sara didn't seem to mind. She turned her attention to his dripping needy length. It was larger than the pictures. Buford whined as she placed her hands on him. She slid underneath his diff, allowing his cock to lay across her stomach. The chains and piercings were cold but the rest of him was surprisingly warm and soft. Buford leaked copious amounts of lubricant. He grimaced, barely able to contain himself. "Is this ok? '' Sara asked, "I've never done this with a machine before. "Yes that's good, '' Buford sighed, rocking himself slightly for some form of stimulation. "I've never been with a living human, so tell me if I need to readjust." Sara hummed and slipped off her soaked shorts and panties. "You're about the size of my largest toy." she started running her hands up and down his length. Buford didn't know what to think, "you're dirty" he said through gritted teeth." Sara chuckled and kissed the head of his cock. More of Buford's tendrils deployed, he removed a soft black blanket and pillow from his bed and placed them under sara. He then unclipped the chains from the tip of his cock, and let them hang freely. He didn't need them to get caught on anything. Sara moaned as he slid his tendrils up and down her body, gently exploring. He slipped one under her bra and attempted to remove it. "Let me help." Sara said, removing her attention from his nethers. She unclasped the back of her bra and pulled it off. Buferd tendrils immediately enveloped her perky breasts, squeezing and squishing the soft tissue. Sara reacted to this, groaning with pleasure at the strange sensation. It was not like hands, but much better. One of her hands reached down to play with her increasingly slick pussy, the other went back to Buford's cock. He growled and wrapped his tendrils around her hand and pulled it away from her body. "Allow me" he purred in a sultry tone, gently and slowly pushing one into her. She wiggled in his grasp and moaned softly, her other hand softly caressing him. Buford shuddered, his body heated, his engine rumbled as they touched one another. He usually enjoyed foreplay and mutual masturbation but tonight was not one of those nights. He lifted Sara up and slid her forward a foot so the head of his cock rested right at her entrance. "May i?" He asked. Sara placed a finger on him. "No," she stated slowly. 

Buford gritted his teeth, he was so close. Had he done something wrong. "I want to hear you beg for it" Sara commanded. "Oh you're one of those types." He replied. " Yes and next time you'll be the bottom" she said grinning and toying with his free hanging chains. Buford's cock throbbed when she said that, a small amount of lubricant spurting from it. "Please Sara.... please let me fuck you!" He begged. She bit her lip and nodded, pushing herself onto him slightly. Buford bit back a snarl and with her consent slid himself into her. Inch by inch she took his fat cock. Small moans and whimpers escaped her lips. "mmhh your big" she breathed. Buford did not hear her, he was intensely focused on not slamming his entire length into her tight wet passage. Fuck she felt better then anything he had felt before, machine folk did not compare. She was slick, tight and very warm. "Fuuuuck" he snarled. She took all ten inches of his swollen steel. He held himself still, wanting Sara to acclimate to his sheer size and girth. From the sounds she was making and the way her tight hole gripped him, he figured that he was a bit bigger than she initially thought. But she hadn't told him to stop, in fact she had started to slowly move her hips. Her hands entwined with his tendrils giving them a light squeeze. "Fuck me big boy" she said, her voice dripping with pleasure. Buford slowly withdrew his cock, before slamming it back into her. His copious amount of lubricant helped his slow deep strokes, which earned him a high pitched moan each time he shoved himself in. "Oh fuck.. faster" Sara moaned. Buford obliged, picking up his pace. He placed two of his tendrils over her ears not wanting the sound of his engine to hurt them. His entire body rocked above her and though they were drowned out he knew she was moaning and whimpering. Sara gripped the pillow tightly, trying to keep herself steady as the borderline feral machine thrust into her. His cock was bigger than she thought and it rubbed her in all the right ways. She couldn't help but whimper when a particular ridge rubbed against her g spot. Fuck, she could get addicted to this, no one would compare after. 

Buford was getting close, drool dripping off his plump black lips making a mess on the floor. Pressure built within him, his engine red lined and his cock began to swell farther. "Saaara" he drawled "i'm going to cum" he warned her just as it crashed down upon him. Sara cried out as he bottomed out in her, his cock somehow becoming thicker. Hot thick ropes of his seed exploded into her, bringing her own orgasm. She clutched the bedding, twitching around his thick length milking every drop from him till it spilled out and ran down her stomach and legs. She panted heavily and kissed his belly as the sound of his engine quieted to a low rumble. He lowered himself down till he sandwiched her between him and the bedding. He used her tank top to help clean them up but left his cock buried deep inside her. "How was that hun?"he asked softly. Sara moaned and reached a hand down to feel where he bulged out her stomach slightly. "That was perfect Buford, just perfect" she stated rubbing his belly and relaxing into the bedding. It was very thoughtful of him to grab it. Buford sighed and coiled his tendrils around her "that was absolutely wonderful, i'll hold you to your word for next time" he purred sleepy. He had managed to exhaust himself and if she was willing planned to fall asleep like this. Saras snuggles in to him, told him it would be fine and he began to drift off. "Good night love" he said softly. Buford got no reply, only soft nasally breathing. She was already asleep