People seem to be liking the build up. I will try to get out a new chapter every 1-3 days, depending on my schedule.
Here comes the porn parts, raise your dongers, slowly take your laptop away from parent's watchful eyes and shut that door.
"Okay, Okay, what the fucking shitballs was that? How the fuck did Chica just stop a heard of 9 blood thirsty animatronics? Why? What am I missing? Most confusing child's entertainer I've ever seen, and I know Pennywise." I thought to myself.
She leisurely but noticeable walked over to me, hips swaying in the imaginary breeze, head bobbing slightly, as if she was on a cat walk showing off her new dress. Most confusing, she is just meant to walk around her stage, not strut her stuff. She walked within 3ft of me, I was locked in her line of sight. Her hand felt me across the torso as she walked around my desk. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I was thinking, "She knows I'm not a robot!" I still put on the mask, quickly snatching it from the desk, just in case. She made a slight giggle. Suddenly, she took her hands off from around my shoulders. "All is good, she left me alone" I imagined. I was wrong. Moving at agonisingly slow speeds, she removed the mask from around my face. I went pale with fear.
She then went atop the desk, sitting in a manner that clearly exposed her vagina, she edged me to look. "Reach for the torch, smack her round the face with it, don't look down. Reach for the torch, smack her round the face with it, don't look down." This was all I could think of. I don't know why I did it, I don't know what compelled me. For a split second, I looked down. This was enough for her. She hopped off the desk and guided her arm once again across but on my shoulder. Her head then turned directly at me. Without much warning, she lifted her leg around the other side of me, as to sit on my lap. It was at this point I had a feeling I was going to be killed. She went into her mini skirt pocket and pulled out what looked like car keys with a large button on it, and pushed it. Suddenly, a massive metal grate fell down, as if from the ceiling, blocking off the massive door way, as well as the ventilation shafts. What i thought next was plain and simple. "Are you serious? We have one of those? MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A GOD DAMN BITCH!". Though I didn't show my anger, as I was more overcome with fear. Caught in almost a staring contest, she removed her "LETS PARTY!" shirt, exposing her breasts. The compelling feeling struck me again, and I grasped them. She giggled briefly before I played with them. Like synthetic balloons filled with ketchup. "Jerry, look at yourself, you're fondling an animatronic's boobs, just what the hell is wrong with you? This is the robot that you danced with as a child, now you're having your way with it." My mind seemed to slip into a dreary trance as I licked her nipples.
I hadn't even noticed she unbuttoned my trousers, exposing my veiny boner. She edged towards me another few inches until we came face to face. Then, as if pre-programmed, chica pushed herself down, forcing my shlong inside her tight, animatronic womb. "nnnnnnyygggghh" she squealed, as if having just done the ice bucket challenge. She jigged around a little to find her optimum comfort zone then began bounding up and down. I felt as though an autoblow™ had consumed my entire pelvis. I felt verklempt, a mixture of sexual exasperation and "OMGWTFBBQ". She seemed a lot lighter than she looked, despite supposedly being hunk of metal with some plastic around the outside. With every pounding, she made a slight squeak, and she did so often.