by Alyson Belle
“Where are we going?” She finally asked.
“Step two of your first night,” Vyxsin said. “I was told to come and get you.”
While she spoke, Vyxsin reached for the handle of the door and twisted it. She opened it and inclined her head for Jasmine to enter.
Chapter 6
The room was smoky, far more than any other area of the club. There were several black armchairs in the room, along with a double bed that dominated the back wall. There was a miniature bar in one of the corners of the room, manned by a bartender.
Jasmine walked into the space and the door clicked closed behind her. She looked back to see that Vyxsin was gone. She had been half convinced that the Goth girl was going to be joining her.
The room looked empty until he spoke, causing her to jump. “This is one of my best customers, Jasmine.”
It was her owner. She looked over at him. He was gesturing towards a man that she hadn’t seen. He was sitting in one of the armchairs, his eyes raking up and down her body appreciatively. She remembered that she was wearing nothing but lingerie and she felt very naked all of a sudden.
“He has paid a very pretty penny to have an extra-special experience with my new pretty Playroom Fembot. You’re going to make sure that he has the very best experience. Aren’t you?”
The response came to her lips unbidden. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said. “Have fun with her, Rick.”
“Thank you, Myles.”
Ah. So her owner’s name was Myles. At least she knew.
Myles didn’t stick around. She heard him leave rather than saw him leave. The room was so dim that she could hardly see anything at all.
“Why don’t you come over here and suck on my cock, Jasmine?” Rick said, breaking into her thoughts.
At first, Jasmine was nervous. She was shocked that the man would even ask. But, there was no way that she could deny the entire stage performance had turned her on to no end. She had been teased and she wanted relief. Besides, she didn’t really have much choice in this matter.
Jasmine walked forwards and dropped to her knees in front of the armchair. Rick had done half the work for her by undoing the button on his jeans. She could tell he was already hard. He must have been one of the men from the main lounge. He had watched her dance.
Without any hesitation, Jasmine tugged the waistband of both his jeans and his underwear down. Rick’s cock sprung out of his pants with such enthusiasm that it slapped her on the tip of her nose. Rick gave a low chuckle from above.
He was huge. Bigger than any man Jasmine had ever seen. He was thick and he was long and he looked like he could rip her apart with that thing. It couldn’t be real.
Jasmine found that her android mouth was actually beginning to water. She stared at the monster cock in wonder before she wrapped her small, dainty hand around its girth. She started to stroke up and down the length. The mushroom head was pink and, with a tiny drop of precum glistening on the very tip, so inviting. She leaned forwards and dragged the tip of her tongue along it, catching that drop and drawing it into her mouth.
It was almost as though a frenzy had come over her. Jasmine wrapped her lips around the head of Rick’s cock and sucked in as hard as she could. She could feel her mouth lubricating the cock, more than saliva ever could. It was dripping out of her mouth and down the length of his shaft. Jasmine heard Rick grunt in pleasure and she went to town.
She started bobbing her head up and down on his length, sucking in until she knew that the hollows in her cheeks were visible. She flicked her tongue up and down the underside of Rick’s cock while she sucked on him.
Rick seemed content to let her simply suck on his dick but someone else had other ideas. Jasmine wasn’t sure when or how but someone had entered the room. She looked up but she could see Rick’s hands were on the arms of the chair. He was simply watching her.
So whose hands were pushing her head down?
Jasmine wasn’t sure who had entered the room but they were strong enough that Jasmine couldn’t fight them. The hands on the back of her head were forcing her down, until she could feel the tip of Rick’s cock pressed against her throat. At first, she thought that she was going to choke and die. She wouldn’t be able to breathe. Still, the hands kept pushing and Jasmine kept struggling, trying to pull back while she could still breathe.
To her surprise, however, Jasmine felt that she wasn’t choking at all. In fact, she didn’t even have a gag reflex. With a squelch, The head of Rick’s cock had entered her throat and he grunted in pleasure. The hands kept pushing her downwards but she had stopped fighting. Finally, her nose was pressed to Rick’s stomach, buried in his pubes.
The hands on the back of Jasmine’s head held her down for a moment before she was tugged back up roughly by her hair. She could barely catch her breath before she was shoved back down, Rick’s dick sliding all the way down her throat. She could feel the way her throat convulsed and stretched to accommodate Rick’s thickness and length.
Spit was flying everywhere and dripping down Rick’s shaft – although it wasn’t really spit. She didn’t care. She had never been so turned on in her life. She was being used. Essentially, she wasn’thing but a bimbo and someone was using her face to fuck someone else’s cock.
Jasmine reached up with one of her hands and cupped Rick’s balls. She rolled them between her fingers, massaging them with the lubricant that her android body was producing. She slipped her other hand between her legs and started to roughly finger herself. She didn’t bother starting off slow. She shoved two fingers into her waiting pussy and quickly added a third. She was dripping.
“Yeah, fuck that slutty cunt,” a voice said. Jasmine was shocked. It was Vyxsin!
Jasmine moaned, her noises muffled by the member in her mouth, and began to fuck herself even harder. The only sounds in the room were the slick noises of her fingering herself and the muffled moans as she had her throat fucked. Soon it seemed like Rick could no longer handle it. Jasmine looked up at the man with the monster cock as he started to groan.
Somewhere along the way, Rick had started to buck his hips upwards, jamming his cock up and into Jasmine’s face. It made the entire ordeal even rougher and Jasmine felt like she was getting dizzy.
“God, take that cock, you bimbo,” Rick grunted.
It was his words that set her off. Jasmine started to struggle again as her body exploded. Tiny fireworks were going off inside her. She cried out again and again but her screams were muffled. She was having the most intense orgasm of her life, her juices splashing all over her hand and fingers, and she was having it while she choked on a stranger’s dick.
Vyxsin’s hands had disappeared. Jasmine looked up at Rick as his hands grabbed the back of her head. That was when he really started to use her. He looked down into her eyes as he pumped in and out of her mouth, using it as nothing more than a hole for her pleasure.
When he came, Rick didn’t pull out of her mouth. In fact, he pushed her down as hard as he could and held her there. Her arms were flailing as she tried and failed to get free. The spurts were hot and sticky and she was forced to swallow them. It didn’t seem like it was going to end and she could taste every last drop.
The man came buckets!
Eventually, after what seemed like an age, Rick pulled Jasmine up by her hair. She fell backwards onto her ass on the floor. Her breasts had escaped the tiny confines of her bra and she had cum dripping down her chin from the corners of her mouth. She could tell that the makeup Bunny had applied was smudged all over her face.
She knew she looked like a mess. She was a dirty little bimbo Fembot. What surprised her the most was how much she loved that feeling.
Chapter 7
It was a year later when Jasmine finally found out the truth.
She had been stripping at the club in all of that time. She had never had a day off. After all, robots didn’t get human rights.
Every day of Jasmine’s life was spent on the s
tage, getting naked for men who often groped and fingered her right there, or in the backroom being passed between one or more men for an endless train of blowjobs. She loved it, but Jasmine had started to get bored a very long time ago. There were only so many lap dances that a girl could give before she wanted to get out.
Jasmine had to admit – she never tired of the orgasms. She had endless orgasms. That was the fun part of her life; orgasm after orgasm.
It was one day while she was in the middle of an orgasm that she heard the news. There was a tv in the back room, the very same one where she had given her first ever blowjob, and she saw an image of Claire on the screen. She could barely concentrate of the feeling of someone’s cock inside her pussy as she read the headline on the screen.
“Will, face of the leading company in android technology Fembotron, divorces Claire over a missing Fembot.”
While she read, one of the club members was fingering Jasmine. He had already brought her to orgasm and she was more than ready for him. Answering her prayers, the man lifted her body up off the floor as if she weighed nothing. He bent her over one of the armchairs and without so much as a warning, he thrust into her in one push from behind. Jasmine cried out in pleasure. The feeling when a cock first entered her pussy was always the best.
The man reached around to the front of her body and his fingers found her clit. Jasmine was finding it difficult to concentrate on the tv screen as he rubbed the tiny button in circles. He knew exactly what he was doing with a clit – something that she was unused to from the men who fucked her. She started to whimper as the pressure built once more. She had only just come down from her orgasm and this man was already taking her towards yet another.
He seemed determined to bring her to another orgasm before he reached his own. With his other hand, he cupped one of Jasmine’s massive breasts from behind, rolling the nipple between his fingertips. When he gripped onto it and pinched down on the tiny bud, she was lost. Nipple play was always her downfall.
Jasmine shuddered beneath the man’s body, moaning almost continuously as a second orgasm hit her. Her juices ran all the way down her thighs and her walls milked his cock for all that she was worth. The man grunted and moved both hands to her waist, gripping onto her curvy hips as he rammed himself into her as deeply as he could. It almost hurt how deep he was. With that, he released his load, emptying his balls inside her.
He pulled out of her and picked up his jacket. He hadn’t even gotten undressed to fuck her brains out. All he had to do was zip up to leave and he did exactly that, leaving Jasmine feeling like a used slut. And that was exactly what she was.
With her clit throbbing from the overstimulation, Jasmine knew with a sinking sensation that she was going to be trapped in the strip club forever. She was once a tech mogul but those days were over. It was good to be an android, but she didn’t want to spend the rest of her days being a stripper.
Time passed, and it wasn’t until several months after the broadcast that Jasmine finally spotted him. There was a man with an unmistakably chiseled jaw sitting in one of the armchairs in the lounge. Jasmine wasn’t due on stage for another hour and as soon as she saw him, she began walking over to his chair.
She was almost afraid that she was seeing things.
“Will?”
William stood up the moment he saw her. He didn’t need to ask. Somehow, he knew who she was. “I’m getting you out of here.”
* * *
Mere hours later, Jasmine was at home. She was in her real home, the home that had been hers before she was downloaded into an android body. It felt surreal to be there – like a dream.
The first thing that Will did was head towards the owner. He had paid for his own Fembot and then he had driven her all the way back to his house. She doubted that there was anything that he couldn’t afford.
“The bitch taunted me on a daily basis,” he said. “She constantly told me that you were out there somewhere. There was a copy of me being forced to strip and fuck for fun. And she wouldn’t tell me where.” Will ran a hand over his face. “I’m just so glad that I finally found you.”
“Well,” Jasmine shrugged. “It hasn’t been all bad, you know. I mean, I kind of like being a Fembot as long as I get to have control over my own life. I get to have lots of sex and lots of fun and there isn’t much that’s bad about that.”
Will raised his eyebrows, intrigued. Jasmine could see the cogs working overtime in his mind. He was watching her curiously. There was something about the way that he looked her up and down that made her insides twist pleasurably. She knew that look all too well – she had seen it on hundreds of faces at the strip club.
Desire.
“I have a question for you… Jasmine.” Will was hesitant about calling her by her Fembot name but he seemed to be coming around to the idea. “Would you like to be deactivated, or, and I must admit that I rather prefer this option, would you like to remain here with me and be my mistress?”
That shocked her. She supposed that she shouldn’t have been shocked. It was a strange preposition, all things considered, but the longer she thought about it the more she realized it wasn’t that strange at all.
She had been a Fembot for so long, so focused on sex and pleasure, that their minds had diverged. She was no longer Will and she hadn’t been for a long time – if ever. They had become very different people.
Will was giving her the option of living a real, normal life that she had total control over. The only catch was that she would share his bed. And if there was one thing that she knew, it was Will.
Staying meant that she would be getting fucked regularly. If nothing else, that was enough for her to say yes to his offer. She knew that she would be happy there. She would have someone to screw her all the time and she would have her own freedom. Plus, another perk was that she would be able to give Will the full report on the androids from a perspective he never would have thought of.
“Okay,” Jasmine said. “I’m in. I just have one condition.”
“What might that be?” Will asked.
“I want you to fuck me in every single room, again and again, starting right now.”
Jasmine was still wearing her clothes from the strip club. She had had on a satin slip when Will had walked into the club. She reached behind her and unzipped the skimpy little thing, allowing it to fall off of her shoulders and land in a heap around her feet.
The bulge that had appeared at the front of Will’s pants only served to make her even wetter. She knew that he would agree to that condition. He grinned at her, lust in his eyes.
“Deal.”
The end… for now. Thanks for reading!
- xoxo, Alyson
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As I made my way to the central stage, I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me and see them whisper to each other. There weren’t any other glitter-covered girls around, and it was obvious to everyone what I was here for. I struggled to push myself up the four feet required to get up there, and then felt a strong hand on my ass helping me up. I squeaked as it gave a little squeeze and turned around to see a handsome man with wavy black hair wink at me and smile. I huffed, but I appreciated his help.
The music faded into another song as the DJ cut over, and I realized that everyone was looking at me expectantly. I swallowed nervously. The bass beat faded in. I wiggled my hips and started to gyrate in time with the music. Heather had been right. This body knew how to move, and still being just the tiniest bit high helped me along. I tried to close my eyes, smile, and just flow with the music.
They loved it. I felt shockingly self-conscious, but I’d also never felt so free. These strangers were staring at me, staring at my half naked body, at my breasts and my ass
as I wiggled along with the music in the silliest costume I’d ever worn. It was humiliating and powerful and exhilarating all at the same time.
Glitter flew off my limbs with every fluid motion, and I began to touch myself: caressing my breasts and pushing my fingers sensually down my body, teasing at my pussy through my black lace panties, taunting the crowed. Neither the men nor the women could keep their eyes off of me. Even the other girls onstage below me had turned to watch, barely dancing themselves. I was beautiful. I was a goddess, and everyone wanted to watch me take it all off.
I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra first, enjoying the cheers and the gasps as my naked tits bounced out in front of everyone. I shook them, letting them ripple, as I swung around the brass pole set into the middle of platform. Running on pure instinct, I lifted my left leg straight up into the air and grabbed my ankle, grinding hard against the pole with a happy moan at the shock of pleasure that ran through my pussy. I was surprised at how flexible this body was!
Next I dropped onto all fours and crawled forward along the stage, still wagging my ass along with the thumping beat. Men at the edge of stage hooted and waved at me as I approached.
Rolling back onto my haunches, I grabbed both ankles and spread my legs wide, snapping them back together and then opening them again. Then, in a single motion I slid my panties down my legs and over my ankles and tossed them into the crowd. People went wild.
Now I was totally naked, except for the glitter, crawling around on the floor like a horny animal. I could see the men’s cocks straining against their pants as I flashed my pussy at them, and I could see the women shifting in their seats, some of them even touching themselves as I writhed beautifully on the floor.
