Another Night at the Arcade (Solo F, Toys?, Beast?, Size, Create-A-Cock)

Emily Northam brushes a strand of auburn hair off her cheek as she pushes the door open. A familiar electronic chime rings.

She doesn’t see the owner Ray in his usual perch behind the counter, and so calls out, “Ray? Want me to flip the sign?”

Ray responds from the back, his deep voice calling from somewhere in the long hall of plywood booths, affectionately called the Arcade, hidden behind a thin black curtain.

“Yeah, let’s open ‘er up. Almost done back here.”

Emily turns back to the door and flips the small hanging sign from “Closed” to “Open”. Outside, no one is there to see it yet. The sun is still hovering above the horizon. But Emily knows as well as anyone that as the sun disappears, the perverts come with the dark. And in the town of Viselle, they come here. They come for Emily.

Ray emerges from behind the curtain, whipping greasy hands on a blue towel.

Emily drops the duffel bag with her make-up and change of clothes behind the counter. “You taking care of yourself back there? You know I’d throw you a free one if you asked politely.”

“Ha, I might take you up on that anyway, but no.” Ray’s eyes light up as he smiles, “We’re about to rich.”

“What are you talking about? I’m already making us a pretty penny in here. I didn’t even have time to clean up between guys for most of last night.”

“Ah! But that’s the point!” Ray holds up a finger of discovery. “Guys! Only guys.”

“Well,” Emily counters, “Not only guys.”

“Ok, fine. Mostly guys. 90% guys. But think about it. We’re only hitting half the population. That’s why I made an investment.”

Emily’s smile drops. “Oh, God. Ray, what did you buy?”

He’s already gesturing her back through the curtain. “Come see for yourself!” Emily has never seen him more excited.

The dark hallway beyond the curtain extends off the right, lined by row after row of numbered booth. Emily’s haunt was the largest stall at the far end, the infamous number 1, but Ray is inside booth number 6 when she catches up.

“See! This is it!” He’s gesturing to a cut out on the wall.

“A glory hole? Ray, they all have glory holes. That’s literally what this place is. It’s just for glory holes.”

“No, you’re not getting it.” He presses a rectangle of molded plastic into her hand. “Look at it!”

Emily looks down at the remote in her hand and sees the logo for “Create-A-Cock” across the bottom in fiery red script. She has to squint in the dim light to see the white text over each button. Size – Race – Curve run across the top row, but there must be at least 10 rows. Some of the more exotic say things like flavor, volume and species.

“Turn it on…” Ray whispers, like a child on Christmas after unwrapping a new toy.

Emily taps the ‘Power’ button and gasps when a cock inflates from the darkness beyond the hole. She looks at Ron, ready for the punchline, but he can barely contain his excitement.

She taps a few more buttons, shrinking the cock and then making it thicker. She gives a little chuckle at the tiny Mexican chode she manages to create.

“Look, take it seriously.” Ray chastises her. “If this thing works, we could have a whole new clientele. Would you test it out before your shift? Just see what you think. If it’s not any good, no big loss. But if it’s what I think it will be…man, oh man.” Ray’s rubbing his hands together just thinking about the possible payday.

“Fine. I’ll try it. Give me a couple minutes.”

“Sure, sure. Take whatever time you need.” Ray excuses himself from the small cube, and Emily closes the door behind him.

“So fucking dumb.” She regards the cock with less than curiosity.

She tries a few more buttons, in the interest of a thorough test. The cock grows, then grows again. By her estimation, it maxes out around 11 inches. Next she taps the flavor button, not sensing any change. Volume seems to do nothing either. She hits it again and again, but nothing.

She takes a step closer and reaches out to touch it. She’s immediately surprised at how life like it feels. It even gives a little jump as her hand closes around it. After a gentle squeeze and a practiced stroke, she sees a tiny bead of precum blossom form the swollen tip.

“I wonder…”

She bends down and extends her tongue to the tiny dribble. She stands back up suddenly, confused.

“Banana?”

She looks back at the remote, taps the flavor button again. Now she notices something on the far wall. A small readout glowing with green letters. It says “Vanilla”. She taps flavor again and see it change to “chocolate”.

“Whoa…”

Now, she’s intrigued. She lowers the length back down to a manageable seven and a half, thick like she likes. Then she drops on her knees and takes the tip between her lips, once again surprised at how real it feels.

As she practices her trade, she swears she can feel it thrusting ever so slightly, as though a ghost in the machine wanted to feel her lips engulfing its turgid shaft. The chocolate precum flows easily now, filling her mouth with the taste of rich brownies. She can’t help but moan greedily.

She slurps it down like a candy fountain, never noticing the slight hardening or more shallow thrusting of the robot cock. She’s caught off guard by the eruption, volume cranked to eleven.

The cock explodes inside her mouth. The first rocket has the volume of a small milkshake, and as she pulls back choking, an equally large second follows behind. She feels the warm liquid find her cheek with a splash. More on her forehead and in her hair. More and More. With her eyes painted shut, she can only search in vain with her gaping mouth. Finally she closes her lips around the still gushing head, gulping in vain to contain the explosion.

Finally, with her belly nearly fit to bursting, the flow starts to wane and she releases the cock from her lips, hearing the last few dribbles drip to the booth floor. She has to pull off her shirt and use the unspoiled back to wipe her cum covered eyes. What she finds is astonishing.

Her entire body is covered, and the floor around her looks like an industrial accident at a glue factory. She throws her shirt down into the mess and laughs.

In for a penny, she thinks. She strips away the rest of her clothes and moves towards the still throbbing Create-A-Cock.

Now she cycles through the options looking for something specific. She passes up “tentacle”, “Crypto Canine” and something called the “BFG”, which looks to her like an aluminum baseball bat studded with pistons.

She beholds her creation, an option labeled “dolphin”, looking sleek with a steady curve and a smooth, bulbous knob at the end. Moving carefully on the slick floor, she turns herself and pushes back against her choice.

It slips in with ease, and she sets out on a quest for pleasure. As before, it’s almost as if she can feel it moving with her, rocking steady with her movements and helping work deeper.

She has to admit that it does feel amazing. Even more when she fingers the vibrate button on the remote and a steady pulsing of deep bass erupts inside her.

“Mmmm.”

For several minutes, she languishes under the thrumming assault, planting her ass against the wall and allowing the cock’s steady thrusts to carry her forward. She means to stop the vibrations and try something else, but upon tapping the button, feels a second protrusion. It emerges from below the cock inside her and adds a second buzzing hum against the back of her thigh.

She takes the point and leans forwards again, moving carefully to help the nub find her clit, and then nearly collapsing.

“Shit,” She grunts, struggling to stay on her feet. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Her jaw clenches tight as she revels in the pleasure. She has to reach out with her hand to the wall on her right, fighting for anything to steady her stance. She nearly forgets about the remote, pressing the hard plastic between her palm and the wall.

Then several things happen at once. Had her eyes been open, she would have seen the small green screen in front of her cycling through a series of words. In quick progression, “Horse”, “Thick+++”, “Thrust+++” all flash past.

“Fucking Christ!”

The cock inside her springs forward several inches, growing to its full inhuman length and swelling inside her. Only Emily’s hand on the wall keeps here on her feet.

The animal cock pounds into her, burying every inch, withdrawing to the tip and pounding home again. Emily cries as she cums.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk”. The muscles inside her contract in earnest, fighting to capture and hold the beast, sensing its every pulse and ripple.

The machine, sensing her state of completion, gives her what she wants. Emily feels the cock plant itself inside her to the very last inch, swell and release. The impossible volume that covered both her and the room by accident earlier now erupts inside her body. Hot. Thick.

She can feel it running down the backs of her thighs. Hear it splashing to the floor, already overflowing what her canal can contain. Smell the delicious chocolate aroma.

As it finishes inside her, Emily is done. Done completely. Weak-kneed and fragile. The only thing keeping her standing is the still very hard and impossibly long cock within. With shaking fingers, Emily taps the power button and collapses as the cock just disappears.

The tears are happy and confused. She lays, dripping and used, on the floor for several minutes, until a soft tap at the door makes her open her eyes again.

She looks up to see Ray peeking through the cracked door.

“Oh my God, are you ok?”

She takes a moment to answer. Starting, stopping and then finding her voice.

“Ray…” Her voice is weak and tired, but she smiles. “We’re gonna be fucking rich.”

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cndp06/another_night_at_the_arcade_solo_f_toys_beast