My vacuum is very different from your vacuum.
When my bedroom carpet needs cleaning, I go into the closet and grab my vacuum named "Hana." Usually, Hana sits patiently in the dark of the closet hoping she'll get a chance to serve her purpose, and today is her lucky day! Hana is a very good vacuum: secured around her chubby waist is a special, leather hip-harness I made which holds a Hitachi wand directly on her clitoris. The wand's power-cord runs around her waist and up to her butt-crack, where the plug bounces around playfully like a pig's tail.
I lead my vacuum Hana out of the closet on all fours and into the middle of the bedroom, grab my orange extension cord, and plug her in — off she goes! This trained vacuum is crawling around the bedroom like a mad woman, picking up every stray hair and bit of lint she finds. I relax on the bed for a minute to enjoy watching her jiggly ass and hardening-tits sway beneath her as she cleans. Warm, happy tears rush down her face as the strain of nearly twenty minutes of high-vibration wand takes its toll on her worthless, meaty cunt. She pushes a meager pile of dusty debris in front of me, hoping to satisfy me enough to allow her to cum, but I refuse to let her orgasm. With a simple, disapproving head-shake, I send Hana roaming around for more clutter on the floor.
Of course, Hana is not a real vacuum. She is my bride-to-be and a woman who, like any other woman you could speak to, has sexual desires and fetishes. In fact, she and I share many of the same fetishes, fetishes which help keep our love-life humming. Lately I've been obsessed with impregnating Hana to the point that she swells up like a beautiful balloon — it would be a dream-come-true to see Hana swollen with children just like that "Octomom" woman who used to be famous. Hana doesn't know it, but I hatched a secret plan to get her really, really pregnant: these last few weeks, I've been covertly swapping her birth-control pills with fertility pills. These fertility pills work best when Hana's core temperature is precisely 98.7 degrees Fahrenheit, so to ensure the maximum number of available eggs in her womb at any given time, I take her temperature regularly.
Sadly, Hana is a fat fuck-pig with no thigh gap, so as she crawls around on the floor aroused, a slick, glistening snail-trail develops between her thighs and runs down between them. This is my chance to retrieve the thermometer from the fridge and take her temperature. I kneel on the floor beside her, wrap one arm underneath her belly to support and steady her, then I push the cold thermometer past the Hitachi and into her bald pussy.
"Please, Daddy, please," Hana whimpers as I mercilessly deny her orgasm even longer. The vibration and the coldness and the tenderness is too much for such a young girl to handle. "Is this love?" she wonders as her legs shake and her pussy quakes at my touch. Frankly, I don't give a fuck about love or her feelings; I only care about my own curiosity. I want to see just how blown-out and wrecked her already meaty cunt will become after I breed her into having eight consecutive babies or more in a row. In the days before delivery, I want her to be doing this so that, along with the long and painful delivery of so many children, her whore-hole will be stretched to the max, used and worthless.
"Good girl!", I cheer as the thermometer displays another perfect, 98.7 degree reading. "You may cum now," I say, dragging my fingers from her belly to run them lightly over her numb clit and pussy.
Hana lets out a long, exasperated moan as she gushes onto the carpet she just spent a half-hour cleaning.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3maobj/mfbdsmhuml_my_vacuum