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David eased his rental car into the parking lot at Brownville International Airport and parked in one of the many open spaces. He wrote down his mileage and gas tank reading on the rent car form, grabbed his luggage and walked toward the terminal. Enjoying the laid back attitude the whole area seemed to simply exude, he crossed an empty parking lot and entered through a set of automatic doors.

He went to the rent car kiosk first and when no one was there to check him out, he rang the bell several times, but no one came. Noticing a small box off to the side he placed the car keys in the rental agreement envelope and dropped it in the slot. He turned and looked for his airline’s counter and completed the short walk over to it, thinking how wonderful it would be to live here, away from the bustle of the city and the city airports.

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David arrived at the airport a good two hours before his flight was scheduled to depart, but as he went to the counter to check in he discovered the flight had been cancelled and the next flight out wasn’t until the next day. After reading the announcement on the board behind the counter, he looked for an attendant, but again, there was no one around. Normally he would just walk over to another airline counter and grab an alternate flight, but as he visited the other three counters he found them empty. In fact, come to think of it, he had not seen anyone since he arrived at the airport.

He found a pay phone, rummaged through his pockets for some change, finding several pesos, a few quarters, a couple of dimes and some pennies. He had a few dollars in his wallet, but not enough to pay a cab back to the hotel and certainly not enough to get him to another regional airport about 45 miles away. Wanting to save what change he had, he called collect.

“Where have you been, everyone’s been trying to reach you?” my wife immediately said.

“I got up early and went to the beach for a couple of hours before heading to the airport. I grabbed some lunch and then came here, but there’s no one around.”

“Yes, the flight has been cancelled, they want you to go to Harlingen and catch the flight out of there.”

“I can’t”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have enough cash, remember, you said forty dollars was enough for the trip.”

“Just use your credit card.”

“This is Brownsville, Texas, the cabs here don’t take American Express.”

“What about your rental car?” she asked.

“I already dropped off the keys.”

“Well just get them back.”

“There’s no one here.”

“Well, go back to the airline counter and have them take care of the cab.”

“I told you, there’s no one here.”

“No one in the entire airport?” she asked, incredulously.

“Not that I can see, there’s just no one around.”

“Well you’ll just have to go back to the hotel and fly out tomorrow,” she said angrily.

“You’re not listening, I don’t have enough money for the cab.”

“You mean…”

“I’m stuck at the airport.”

“You know we were supposed to go out with my parents tonight.”

“You think I planned this?”

The phone was silent.

“You do think I planned this, damn!”

“What else…”

“Goodbye,” David shouted, hanging up the phone. His voice seemed to echo in the empty building.

Figuring he was stuck for the night he decided to explore the terminal hoping to run into someone who could help him, or at least find a few vending machines with some type of food. The building was small, tiny compared even to Houston’s smallest airport. There were two gates, but access to those areas was heavily cordoned off. At the front of the terminal were the two car rental kiosks and the four airline counters, of course all were empty now.

Walking around the perimeter of a large atrium David found a closed gift shop, a closed café and a closed duty free shop. The restrooms were open and David stopped in, relieving himself before checking out the sink and mirror. He had a cordless electric razor, so he could shave and then brush his teeth in the morning without a problem, but he still needed to find a solution to his growing hunger.

He tried opening several official looking doors down a back hallway, but all were locked. He then crossed the atrium and found another long dark hallway. Reading the signs on the doors he knew he had found the janitor closet and several storage rooms, but all these doors were locked. He was about to head back out into the atrium when he realized the hallway actually went back a little further and then turned a corner.

Hearing an odd hum, he called out, “Hi, is anyone here?”

Silence.

He paused a moment and then quietly tiptoed to the corner and peeked around. It was a small room with three vending machines. He quickly walked up to them but found they were all marked in Spanish. One of the machines was for food, but it was empty except for a couple of bags of something that looked like it had been there for a long, long time. There were no pictures to give him a hint at what was inside, so he quickly turned his attention to another machine.

This one appeared to be a change machine, except it had a picture of a dollar bill and then one of some pesos. Looking back at the first machine he discovered that, not only were the machines marked in Spanish, but they only took Mexican money. This was a currency exchange machine, something David had never heard of before.

He moved over to the third machine and studied it carefully. It was decorated with photos of scantily clad women, with some small, crude sketches of some type of instructions. Initially figuring the machine was either a condom dispenser or something dispensing sexual novelties, he reached in his pocket and pulled out one of his pesos.

Just for grins, he put the peso into the slot and pushed one of the buttons, ignoring the Spanish writing above it. He heard the coin fall into the machine and then he heard a strange grinding sound. The sound continued so he pushed his finger into the small opening where he expected whatever he bought to suddenly appear, but nothing was there, instead, he felt a strange vibration.

Pushing his finger further into the opening he felt something soft and moist envelop his finger and then he felt a gentle sucking. He quickly removed his finger and looked closer at the instructions. The crude drawings showed what appeared to be a man’s cock being inserted into the opening in the machine.

Hearing the machine continue to grind, David walked back and looked down the long hallway, making sure no one was around. He returned to the machine, thought about it some and then unzipped his pants stroking his cock until it hardened some. Taking a deep breath, he moved his cock to the opening and slipped it in.

Even though his member was not completely erect when he pushed it into the opening, it immediately stiffened to its complete glory in the intense sensations that slid over it. David closed his eyes as he felt himself subjected to the single most incredible blowjob he had ever felt. The way the machine’s “mouth” applied just the right pressure over his shaft surprised him and he could swear he felt a tongue slowly circle over the head of his cock.

He began moving his hips, thrusting himself in and out of the machine as it sucked his dick in strong, slurping movements. Intensifying his rhythm David moved his hands and grabbed the machine trying to gain more leverage. Not needing to worry about choking the machine, or its jaws tiring out, began slamming his cock into the opening, groaning at the intense pleasure that coursed through him.

He felt a pressure building in his balls and he prepared himself for the most inconceivable and extreme orgasm of his life when suddenly the machine went quiet. Finding himself flailing away into a wet sock, he pulled out and tried to catch his breath.

Even though his hard and glistening cock still protruded from his pants he backed away and looked around the back of the machine. Figuring it was some kind of joke or something, he looked around the small room but saw nothing. The machine was too narrow for an actual human to be hidden behind some kind of a fancy “glory hole” and besides, no human could have manipulated his or her mouth with that intensity. If someone could replicate that feeling, he’d marry him or her on the spot.

Wanting to continue his exotic experience, he looked closer at the different options he had. He obviously plunged his cock into the opening that was supposed to be a blowjob. Looking to the button and opening on the left he picked the word chinga out of the text and from his tiny bit of construction site Spanish he figured the sensation would mimic a normal fuck, or as normal as this unbelievable machine could produce. The other button, to the right of the one he sampled had the word puto in the text, so it seemed this opening would mimic anal sex.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his last peso, dropped it into the slot and pushed the chinga button. Moving his still hard cock over to the opening he slipped it into the most luxurious cunt he could ever imagine. The folds opened and slid over him in a tight wet warmth that just begged for every inch of him. Still buried deep into the machine pussy, he kicked off his shoes, unfastened his pants letting them fall to the ground. He stepped out of his pants and then took off his shirt, leaving himself naked except for his socks.

Arching his back, he thrush his hips forward and stood motionless, letting the machine’s cunt surge back and forth over him, fucking him in a way he could only dream about. He closed his eyes, moved his hands to his nipples and simply experienced the single most absorbing, all-encompassing fuck he could ever hope to have.

He pictured a woman, perhaps Hispanic… yes, dark hair cascading down over his face, fiery eyes glaring passionately into his and a deep, soft pussy that drew his manhood into her never-ending delicate folds. His groans echoed down the hallway as he came, giving this Latino goddess every ounce of his essence in powerful, feral spurts. Looking up at the woman, he reached for her breasts but suddenly felt the cold, smooth surface of the machine.

Not wanting the feeling to leave him, David pressed against the machine as it milked the last drops of his cum his softening cock. After several moments, the machine shut down and he felt his cock slowly, achingly slip from the heaven of that cunt. David moved back into the corner and sat down onto the bare floor, just staring at the machine.

Extravagant thoughts rambled through his mind, thoughts of the fortune he could make, marketing this machine all around the United States. He’d incorporate video into it, letting the men select the fantasy woman that will fuck them. Perhaps he could expand it into smaller devices, ones for the home, or perhaps he could work on one for a woman, something that could mimic cunninglingus and he’d include lifelike dildos.

After about an hour, his grandiose plans had his cock hard once again. Looking over to the machine he decided he might give the puto a try. He had never experienced anal sex before, so this seemed like an excellent opportunity. Walking over to his pants, he found his wallet and pulled out a dollar bill. Carefully feeding it into the exchange machine, he listened for the coins to come tumbling out of the machine. After a moment of clanking and humming the machine spit out a single peso. He banged the machine several times, figuring the rest of the coins might have jammed somewhere, but nothing else came out. Looking closer at the machine he found that the exchange rate for the machine was one US dollar for one peso, a clear rip-off, but considering the other machine, it equaled one US dollar for an unbelievable sexual experience, definitely a bargain.

David slid the peso into the slot and then, closing his eyes, he pictured the beautiful Latino woman bent at the waist beckoning him to chinga her in the puto. Finding the opening with his fingers, he guided his cock between the soft cheeks of her puto and pushed into her. He pictured squeezing the soft flesh of her hips as he slipped his cock into her, first feeling a bit of resistance and then feeling her relax, letting his rod ease into her tight opening.

He began thrusting into the machine, lost in the fantasy of driving his dick into this dark haired lover. Again the experience was beyond description, the tight sensations that enveloped him as he thrust to the hilt, gently slid over his shaft as he withdrew, just to squeeze around him as he thrust again. He continued, slamming himself into her, feeling his balls bounce off her cunt until he came again, in an incredible splash of ecstasy.

Like before, he squeezed against the machine, drawing every last sensation from it until it automatically shut down. He finally felt his limp dick expelled from the contracting puto of the machine and sat back down on the floor. In a few minutes he dozed off, dreaming of the beautiful woman lowering her mouth into his lap, her long black hair draping over his thighs. He awoke with another hard on and knew he had to experience the beautiful woman’s mouth; he wanted her to drink his cum as it shot from his hot rod.

Going through is wallet, he found one last crumpled dollar bill and walked over to the change machine. Even though he had already come twice that evening, his cock throbbed from his dream. Easing the dollar bill into the tiny slit, David watched it go halfway in and then come sliding back out as the machine growled with an odd sound. He immediately tried it again, but the dollar came rolling back into his hands. He calmly took the bill and holding each end, he ran it back and forth over the corner of the machine, ironing out some of the wrinkles.

Once again he tried to feed the dollar into the machine, but it spit back out onto his hand. He kept trying, turning the bill upside town and then rotating it, but it kept dribbling back out. Realizing the futility in getting change he went back to the fuck machine and worked his, still hard, cock into the blowjob opening, but felt nothing. Feeling a desperate tremble roll over him he went back to the change machine, and tried again and again to feed the bill into it. He then grabbed his wallet and pulled out the last of his money, a five-dollar bill and tried to feed it into the machine. Once again it came back out in his hands

Furious, he slammed his fist onto the machine, but nothing happened. He hit it harder and harder until, he backed away, his fist bloodied from slamming into the hard metal. Gritting his teeth the pushed the dollar in again, but this time when it spit back out he pushed it back in, refusing to let it come out. He jammed his fingers over the opening, millimeter by millimeter forcing the bill into the machine, but nothing happened.

Desperate, he tried to pull the change machine off the wall, but it wouldn’t budge. He continued trying, pulling and pulling, but nothing happened. He finally collapsed onto the ground, exhausted.

Unwilling to give up, he took some quarters and tried feeding them into the fuck machine, but they just tumbled down to the coin return. He then tried forcing them into the bill slot on the change machine, but they wouldn’t fit. Growling, he flung the coins down the hallway and grabbed the fuck machine, driving his cock into one of the openings. Tears ran down his cheeks as he thrust and thrust into the wide opening, oblivious to everything he simply thrust and thrust, wanting her, needing her, aching for the sweet lips on that dark haired woman. Thrusting and thrusting…

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“Ma’am, he is your husband?” David heard the strange words of the police officer as he spoke into the phone.

“Yes, Ma’am, we found him at the airport. Yes Ma’am, he had his identification this is the man. He is your husband, no?”

“Good, good.” David heard, trying to figure out exactly where he was and why the policeman was talking on the phone.

“Well Ma’am he is in a bit of trouble here. Now, now, calm down, he is okay. He is right here… no, no, he can’t talk.”

“No Ma’am, he is just a little confused, he hasn’t said anything yet. We found him down some hallway completely naked.”

“No, he was alone, but he did do something, something that has happened here before. For some strange reason, he was naked and was fucking, please excuse that word Ma’am but he was fucking a soda machine.”

“No, this is not a joke. We found him pushing his penis into where the sodas come out.”

“Ma’am his semen was all over the machine. Yes it was his, he was the only one around, we can run DNA if you want.”

“Yes, I did say it had happened before, in fact several times. Always a man, sometimes naked, sometimes with just his penis out of his pants.”

“We have the doctors coming to see him now, you will need to come here to Brownsville.”

“Yes, call me at the number I gave you earlier, I can someone to get you at the airport.”

“Ma’am, he does keep repeating something, he keeps saying, ‘I must have a peso, all I want is a peso.’ Do you have any idea what that could mean?”

David heard the policeman say goodbye, hang up the phone and walk over to the bench. David reached out, grabbing his pants leg and pleaded, “Please, I must have a peso, it’s all I want, a peso.”

The policeman gently removed his pants from the delirious man’s hands and walked over to the window shaking his head. He peeked out, hoping to see the white van from the hospital.