r/VacFetishCom

So I have tried for the first time to actually get off completely and finish with a vacuum. But I couldn't get there. I must confess I hadn't vacuumed myself in a couple of years due to time and living situations.

One of my major factors is that I couldn't get comfortable, I have Dyson don't know what type. But I would love all your tips and tricks and my DMs are always open if you want to do it there and chat.

Thanks

I just saw a video on TikTok where a woman talks about vacuuming things up. She shows her vacuum cleaner and says that once something is vacuumed up, it’s gone forever. It’s a contrast to videos that feature active sexual self-gratification.

Judging by the reactions and comments, I’ve noticed that people find this very arousing and it really encourages masturbation.

I suspect it’s because it feels so much like everyday life, making it seem real and tangible.

That’s certainly how it is for me. That’s why I find the vacuum cleaner so exciting; both active sexual gratification and everyday situations can be sexually arousing.

What do you all think?

I’m in one of those moods where I’d love to be hiding under a platform bed with someone using a huge vacuum cleaner and sucking stuff up from around and then under it, threatening to suck me up too as I rub my pussy while they get closer to me with each pass.

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Thats a fictive story, created by me.

Vacuuming an office

I was still sitting in my office when there was a knock at the door. Looking up, slightly irritated, I said, "Come in." I was still in the middle of my report on the quarterly figures. "Excuse me," a quiet voice said.

I stared at the person—a petite woman with black hair tied back in a ponytail. "What is it?" I asked curiously; the face was unfamiliar, and I looked at her in puzzlement. "I came to do the cleaning and thought there was no one left," she said softly, almost in a whisper. I raised my eyebrows slightly, sighed briefly, and then said in a calm voice, "Come back later; I’m still working on my report." The woman nodded and closed the door.

I turned back to my report, but the woman wouldn't quite leave my mind—was she our new cleaning lady? I couldn't focus on anything else. She was lovely to look at. I smiled to myself. *What am I thinking?* I thought, startled for a moment; she was pretty, yes, but I needed to remain professional.

Some time later, my secretary came in. She brought tea and some pastries. "Thanks, Mina," I said briefly. With the door left open, I could hear the vacuum cleaner; the new cleaning lady was vacuuming the foyer, and I could hear her sucking up dust from the corners—*whoosh*, *hiss*, back and forth. Mina looked at me and said, "The new cleaning lady is doing a really thorough job"—I like that—and grinned at me. I just nodded and immediately lowered my head again; a jolt of adrenaline shot through me—had Mina noticed I was distracted by the vacuuming? No, I told myself, she hadn't.

I shook it off and got back to work; Mina left the room. Half an hour later, there was another knock. I looked up to see the cleaning lady with Mina in tow; I invited them both in, as it was getting to be time for me to leave as well. Mina placed a few notes on my desk and left.

The cleaning woman switched on the vacuum cleaner; it let out a loud howl—it ​​was one of those Nilfisk models designed for commercial use. I watched as Mina walked out the door and dropped something—a slip of paper. Just as I was about to say something, the cleaning woman had already positioned the wide floor nozzle over it; the paper squeaked and put up a brief struggle before vanishing into the tube, and the cleaning woman went on vacuuming nonchalantly. I felt a flush of heat and knew I had to act fast before she noticed me staring. She reached my desk with the vacuum. "I'll be done in a moment," she said with a smile. She vacuumed under the desk while I rolled my office chair to the side. There were still some pastries and a few candies on the desk. She took the hose and sucked up the crumbs, catching a pastry in the process; it shattered and was greedily sucked up. She nodded with satisfaction and moved to vacuum up a candy wrapper, but ended up sucking in all the candies as well—they rattled loudly as they disappeared. "Oops," she said, grinning over at me. I gave an embarrassed smile.

"Look, you're covered in crumbs," she said, walking toward me with the hose in her hand; the vacuum cleaner rattled along behind her. Before I knew it, she was vacuuming me; the nozzle made a wet, smacking sound against the fabric. I was speechless; she placed a finger on my lips and began stimulating my erect penis—right through the fabric—with the vacuum nozzle. I was like wax in her hands, melted like butter left out in the sun too long.

The suction made me moan; I felt my foreskin vibrate, and the fluttering sound made her laugh and grow hungrier. She undid my trousers and pulled out my penis; it stood there, glistening and rigid, throbbing with desire and begging to be milked. She fitted the nozzle over it and let the vacuum suck me to the brink of madness. The greedy nozzle ruthlessly slurped up my semen; it wasn't satisfied until I had been drained to the very last drop. Gasping and trembling, I slumped down. The cleaning lady turned off the vacuum and stroked my cheek. "Good boy," she said tenderly. There was a knock; Mina had come back. "I completely forgot my wallet here." The cleaning lady hurried to the door with the vacuum. "Everything's clean now; I'm clocking off. See you tomorrow." I nodded and said, "See you tomorrow." Mina said goodbye and gave a mischievous smile. She was probably thinking, *She certainly did a thorough job vacuuming…*

I have a little group on telegram, for anyone who enjoys having a casual chat about vacuum cleaners. 😊

Many thanks to everyone who participated in the "morning wood" poll. The vacuum cleaner won by a wide margin. It was fun doing something like this.😊

There's just something about vacuuming with an upright bagged vacuum! Hoover, Sanitaire, Kirby... They're all so much fun and I always get aroused by the roaring suction and the growl of the nozzle!

Es war Samstagmorgen; frisch aufgestanden, stärkte ich mich mit einem deftigen Frühstück. Der Samstag war für mich schon immer Putztag – Staubsauger schwingen und Böden wischen. Seit ich in meiner eigenen Wohnung lebte, hatte ich mir angewöhnt, dies nackt zu tun. Ich schnappte mir meinen Staubsauger, trug ihn ins Treppenhaus, zog das Kabel heraus, steckte es ein, fuhr die Teleskopstange aus und betätigte mit nacktem Fuß den Schalter. Das Dröhnen des Motors durchbrach die morgendliche Stille. Ich bewegte die Bodendüse sinnlich über den Boden; Sandkörner rasselten durch das Metallrohr. Die Düse sog gierig alles auf – Dreck, Fussel – nichts hatte eine Chance gegen ihr Schicksal. Ich streichelte sanft den Schlauch: *guter Staubsauger*. Ich ging von Raum zu Raum; ich sah dicke Fusselknäuel in den Ecken – nichts, was der Schlauch nicht bewältigen konnte. Ich bückte mich und saugte die Ecken kräftig ab; der Schlauch sog die Luft scharf ein – ein Fest für die Ohren. Ich spürte, wie Erregung in meinen Lenden aufstieg. „Du kommst auch noch dran, du kleiner Schelm.“ Aber zuerst hatte der Staubsauger ein Festmahl aus Fusseln und Krümeln zu verschlingen. Im letzten Raum angekommen, blickte ich an mir herunter; der glänzende Tropfen an der Spitze meines Glieds verriet, wie ungeduldig mein Penis war. „Ja, mein Kleiner, jetzt bist du dran.“ Ich löste den Schlauch und lehnte die Teleskopstange an die Wand. Ich positionierte den Schlauch knapp unter der Spitze, ließ einen kleinen Spalt; mit einem Surren wurde meine Vorhaut erfasst und vibrierte in der Sogwirkung. Ich stöhnte und zitterte förmlich. „Du Vielfraß – willst du mich leer saugen, was?“, sagte ich leise, voller Entzücken. Wenige Minuten später sog der Staubsauger gierig meine weiße Milch auf; ich fütterte ihn mit meinem Sperma. „Braver Junge, jetzt bist du satt.“ Ich griff nach einem Tuch und fuhr es durch das Rohr, um die Überreste dieser klebrigen Lust wegzuwischen. Danach reinigte ich sanft meine Eichel und entfernte den Rest; der angenehme Duft von Sperma kitzelte meine Nase. Hunger überkam mich – der Orgasmus hatte seinen Tribut gefordert. In der Küche schmierete ich reichlich Butter auf eine deftige Brotscheibe und belegte sie mit cremigem Schnittkäse. Mein Körper verlangte nach dem Protein, das der Staubsauger gerade aus meinen Lenden gesaugt hatte; ich verschlang das Brot gierig.

Das ist meine zweite Geschichte – eine, die ich genau so erlebt habe wie die erste. Für diejenigen, die gerade erst dazugekommen sind: Ich hatte früher tolle Ideen, wie ich mich auf eine Weise befriedigen konnte, die sowohl genussvoll als auch ästhetisch war. My new little group @vacuumcleanerlovers on telegram 😊