by D. R. Rosier
He cleared his throat, “Nice outfit Mia.”
She grinned up at him while pulling stuff out of the fridge, and he went around to help her, but not until after he smacked her ass cheek hard. Skin on skin too, the back of the jean shorts looked more like a G-string than denim shorts.
She yelped and pouted at him.
He grinned, “I could kiss it better, but then we’ll never eat,” he grinned wider, “At least not food.”
She winked, “Later, behave Ted,” she admonished with a stern voice, but her eyes strayed down to the front of his pants with a look of lust on her face. She was obviously trying to drive him insane.
While they prepared dinner she kept stepping in front of him, and brushed his very hard cock with her ass. Her familiar beloved scent didn’t help with his fraying control either. She also never said anything outright dirty while they chatted, but her word choice and inflections were salacious. She was really pushing things tonight, and taking their normal teasing banter before they made it to the bedroom to a whole new level.
He wondered if she’d missed him more than he’d missed her the last two days. He doubted it, but she was certainly acting like they hadn’t had sex in weeks or something.
They sat down at the table, and while they ate her foot somehow lost its shoe, and started to rub up between his legs. He growled and looked up at her faux innocent face. Well, he’d made it halfway through the meal.
He stood and circled the table, pushed her plate out of the way, and pulled her to her feet.
She had an amused look on her face, so he grabbed her hair with his left hand, and bent her over the kitchen table. Then he spanked her ass, hard.
“Fuck, that hurt,” she protested, at the same time as she wiggled her cute ass and stuck it out farther as she arched her back in invitation.
He spanked her again, and again.
After about six of those, she started to breath hard, and her cries started to become a mix of pain and breathless with pleasure. He was so damned hard, and sexual revved up he kept going, and at about ten she started to tremble.
“Fuck,” Mia cried, “Ted…” slap, “God,” she gasped out, “I’m going to…” he slapped her again hard and she cried out and her whole body shook and bucked as she came right there. The scent of her arousal and pleasure was strong, and she was soaked with rivulets of satin liquid pleasure running across her thigh and down her legs.
It was one of the hottest and most erotic things he’d ever seen, she was so beautiful when she came, and the idea she’d just come from a spanking he’d administered, along with the scent, drove him even more insane with lust. He reached under and unbuckled the ridiculous excuse for jean shorts, ripped them down her legs, and positioned himself and thrust inside of her welcoming tight wet sheath.
He groaned, pulled her beautiful blue-black hair that he’d never let go of, hard, and her head came back and her back arched, which raised her sexy and warm red ass. He had no worries she didn’t like it as he spanked her ass yet again, she pushed back and started to fuck back against him desperately.
“Fuck Ted, fuck me please. I’ve been missing this, I need it, I need to be fucked by you. Take me Ted… please. Fuck me. I’m all yours, take me now…” she trailed off breathlessly.
He started to rail into her, meeting her every thrust back against him. He loved that she loved the rough treatment, of course, that’s why he did it, to drive her over the edge. He looked down at one of his favorite sights as her perfect supple ass shook and vibrated enticingly each time their bodies slapped together, and his big hard cock disappeared into the wet friction of her tight small silken sex.
He grunted, and she mewled in approval and begged him to fuck her faster.
He went faster, and she matched him. He was lost in the lust, the passion, the pure pleasure of her body, her scent, her voice, and her need of him to take her hard and fast. There was also love in there somewhere, but right now it was hard to find. He took her hard and fast for several minutes, all out rough sex with no slowing down, and when her body exploded in bliss and she trembled he felt his own orgasm approach.
He groaned at the unbelievable pleasure of his Mia as he growled, “I’m cumming honey,” and slammed into her hard twice and then buried it balls deep. She shook, squeezed, and bucked in pleasure, and milked him as he started to fill her up. The pleasure was intense, and he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, as his body and mind was overwhelmed by it. It seemed like it would last forever, but then the pleasure broke all too soon.
They came down slowly together, and he pulled out gently and gathered her up in his arms. He carried her to the bedroom as she nuzzled into him, with cute and adorable soft feminine sounds of contentment that warmed his heart and also satisfied his ego.
When he laid her down, he got in and held her for a moment.
“Is three days too long love?” he asked quietly.
Her whole body jumped and shivered in an intense aftershock as he stroked her back and crooned.
She replied softly, “No. I just… really wanted you. I guess I pushed you too far, but that was… amazing. I’ve always loved when you spank me during sex… but that, cumming with just a spanking…” she trailed off.
He grinned and kissed her softly, “We can do it again, another time obviously. I love you, are you sure three days isn’t too long? I’m sure I could spare time for a quickie most mornings.”
She smirked up at him, still a bit glassy eyed from the intense orgasms, “I bet you could, and I promise I’ll stop by if you want me to. But no, honestly, I just really wanted you. I’d worked myself up all day thinking about you being in me tonight, and how much I love you. I really am yours you know, if you want me in the mornings just ask. Anytime love.”
He shrugged helplessly, “What you do is important.”
She caressed his face, “So are you my love. Like you said, a quickie doesn’t take long, and while I won’t multiple I wouldn’t turn down a few extra singles either.”
He laughed, “We’ll see. Talk to Helen and Trudy, maybe they’ll insist on taking part in a quickie schedule.”
She giggled, “Sorry, was I too… hard on you?”
He spanked her ass, but very, very, gently, “Bad Mia.”
She pouted, and he kissed her softly.
He wondered if she had any idea just how much power she had over him. He wanted to make love to her, gentle and slow was always perfect after hard and fast, when they were already partially sated, and he wouldn’t be overly tempted to start slamming into her, but it would obviously have to wait. He could feel her still shaking in aftershocks every once in a while, he’d clearly overstimulated her.
Not that she’d minded all that much, as far as he could tell. Still, he’d do better next time, it was the first time he’d taken a woman to orgasm that way, and he thought he could do it without overstimulating her next time.
She kissed him tenderly and they petted each other for a while. She was his rock, he knew he’d have lost it a long time ago without her love, advice, and outlook. He needed her and was lucky that she seemed to need him just as badly. They continued to chat and flirt, and when the time felt right, he made love to her. Then he held her tight as they went to sleep.
He moaned as he woke up. He always got morning sex now, usually before he was even awake. He was pretty sure it was the new three-day schedule, they were getting in one last pleasurable moment before the wait for their next night with him. It was amazing his ego wasn’t that big over it, but it really wasn’t.
When he opened his eyes Mia was sitting up straight, riding his cock with her back arched, and her hips moved slowly in erotic circles that were mesmerizing to watch. She was so fucking sexy. She had a look of utter bliss on her face as she used his cock to get herself off. There was no other way to say it, she looked like a goddess riding him, and he was content to watch the beautiful and highly erotic show.
She felt amazing around him, as she moved in little circles, f
ollowed by a grind forward and back. His cock was in heaven, and he was rather breathless watching her, as she controlled everything, and made his cock hit and grind against her walls and clit exactly how she wanted.
There was nothing hotter for him than a woman getting herself off on him like that, and the fact that it was Mia, a woman he loved beyond reason, made it that much better.
He grunted and tried to hold it, as she went into ecstasy, and started to tremble and shake in pleasure above him.
She whispered breathlessly, when she started to come down, in a loving and sultry voice, “Cum in me love, don’t hold it… yes, that’s it Ted… fill my pussy, god, I love to feel you fill me with your hard long cock,” she added when he let go, and filled her tight grasping and needy sex.
She smiled down at him and made soft sweet sounds of contentment, “Good morning love.”
“Good morning Mia,” he winked, “So is it time to log out back to the real world?”
She nodded, “That’s the plan.”
He sighed, and caressed her face, and then her breasts, and side. One more touch, and then he logged out with an evil cheeky grin, as he was still buried deep inside her at the time.
Chapter Eight
It was his turn to get spanked, he deserved it, he couldn’t imagine it was pleasant for his dick to disappear while buried in her like that. Luckily she didn’t hit him very hard, probably because she loved him. She might have liked and gotten off from the pleasure and pain thing, but he didn’t. Then she shook her head with a put upon grin, gave him a lingering warm loving kiss, and left their room.
He stayed in the bed for a few more minutes and cuddled with Trudy and Helen. He was passed back and forth for morning kisses for a while. They both left shortly after, and he supposed it was time to get out of bed and learn something new.
He started to understand the math a little better, and more, what it meant. He understood why Trudy was hesitant to share this with her violent creators. He already had a few ideas for weapon systems that would make energy weapons, and missiles look like toys.
He looked up startled when the door opened, it was about midmorning and he’d only been studying for a couple of hours. It was Helen, and she came in and hugged him.
“Hey, I could have messaged you I suppose, but I wasn’t all that far away.”
He grinned, he didn’t have a problem with her dropping by, “What’s up?”
She replied in her quiet voice, “That android you wanted on Earth is ready, and delivered.”
He smiled and kissed her passionately, she giggled and pushed him away.
She winked, “Have fun,” and walked out.
He’d half been hoping they were already implementing the quickie schedule, but he guessed not so much. He closed his overlay for education, it would remember where he’d left off. He opened his game interface, and sent a message to everyone that he wouldn’t be there today.
He’d have felt guiltier about missing two days in a row if Nicci and Kara had been there, but he knew they only came on every three or four days. He did however take a quick moment, and indicate he’d be at their wedding, with the new android he could kill two birds with the one stone, and who knew what else?
The reason he couldn’t play this afternoon was that his plans would most likely take the rest of the day, and had him rather excited. Far longer at least than the two hours he had left. He felt useful and he’d be paying someone back. He opened up the command interface, found the Earth android, and logged in feeling rather enthusiastic…
It was a bit surreal. It was his home, the one he’d been sharing with the ladies, but it was the real one. The one he hadn’t seen since that idiot shot him in the upper back, while he’d stupidly been trying to tackle someone. Still, things had worked out for the better in his opinion, he hardly had anything to complain about.
If too many hot woman putting demands on his time ever became a serious problem, he figured he should be shot and put down for being an idiot.
He took a last look around, and then headed for the door. Helen had furnished an address for him as well in a message, so he called a cab, and rode it over. He felt really nervous about this, he hadn’t seen her in two and a half weeks. Maybe a little more, since it was Wednesday afternoon already. It would have been three full weeks on Friday.
He got out of the cab at her condo building, and went inside.
He knocked on the door, and there was no answer. He knocked harder, his hearing had picked up signs of life in the apartment. Using his enhanced senses was still a little weird for him, but he was getting used to his android bodies.
He shook his head, and knocked hard again, and then the door finally opened.
Silvia stood there, swaying with glassy eyes. Clearly she’d started drinking already, and it was only about eleven in the morning.
She pointed at him and accused in a slurring voice, “You’re dead! Are you haunting me?” and she stumbled away from the door, and caught herself on the wall.
He walked in and shut the door, and watched as Dr. Silvia Trent made her way to the couch, fell on it, and passed out.
Oh boy. Guess she hadn’t been taking things very well at all...
He’d taken one look around at all the wine and liquor bottles, pizza boxes, dirty plates, and generally a horrid mess of an apartment, and thought it more likely he was in a frat house than Silvia’s. Hopefully, he’d meet the woman he knew, once he told her why he was there. Obviously, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. He wasn’t all that surprised at how badly she had taken it though. She was a dreamer, and had wanted to improve the world, those type of people always fell hard when they crashed.
Plus, on top of her dream dying, the man she’d been having an affair with and using as a sound board had died.
He sighed, and got to work. He straightened up, took out several bags of trash, cleaned the dishes, bathrooms, vacuumed, dusted, and in general cleaned the place up. He changed her bed sheets, which weren’t bad, but he figured why not while he was at it. He then got Silvia out of her dirty clothes, stripped himself, and took her into a warm bath.
She kind of woke up a few times while he tenderly cleaned her, to say some unkind words, but he was gentle, and insistent. Strangely, or perhaps not, he hadn’t gotten hard the whole time, even though she was still gorgeous and exotic. He was too worried about her, and all the feelings he’d had for Silvia that had grown over the two weeks of their affair, had come back with a vengeance.
He didn’t know what to do there, since there was about a snowball’s chance in hell she’d join his A.I. harem. He really cared for her though, life was messy sometimes, and their short affair had grown into so much more. She was a wonderful and giving woman, and exotically beautiful, it had been easy for him to grow close to her.
He figured they’d fade again, it wasn’t like his three loves weren’t distracting that way. Not to mention they were more than he deserved already, or could rightly ask for. Or so he believed, that they disagreed with him wasn’t in question.
He got her cleaned up and then dried her off while carefully supporting her. She hadn’t been that bad, but it was obvious to him that she hadn’t showered for a few days. Then he carried her to the bed and tucked her in. Lastly, he started some laundry, and then crawled into bed himself.
He didn’t think she would mind, but he still felt a little funny about it as he cuddled her and held her while she slept. He opened up an overlay to do some more studying, while he waited for her to sleep off the alcohol and wake up, so he could tell her why he was there.
He waited, and then waited some more. He learned a lot, but he was running out of time, it was late afternoon. He looked down at Silvia’s peaceful sleeping face, and decided what he was here for was important. Important enough to push his dates back a day.
He called Trudy, and told her what was going on in a low murmuring voice.
Trudy interrupted before he got to the point, and beat him to it.
“Ted, just stay there and take care of Silvia, and when she’s sobered up show her the plan. We’ll just shift our dates out a day, and I’ll get you tomorrow night instead. I love you Ted.”
He replied, “Are you sure? I…” he trailed off a little guiltily, he felt like he was letting her down somehow.
She laughed lightly and then replied softly, “Of course love. We expected and even planned for this. Life happens while you’re making plans you know. This won’t be the last time either. What you’re doing is important, don’t worry about me, I’ll be here when you get back.”
Trudy added, “Maybe we’ll just have girl’s night out tonight, I love you Ted.”
He managed to tell her he loved her too, and then they disconnected.
Huh, girl’s night out. He actually had the nerve to feel a little jealousy in his chest, and squashed it quickly. What were they supposed to do, stay home, knit, and miss him? He suppressed a snort of self-derision so he wouldn’t disturb Silvia’s rest.
He still felt a little guilty as well, he held them as the three most important people in his life, and felt like he was failing them by putting this, and Silvia, first. But life doesn’t really work that way he knew. Sometimes he just had to do what he had to do, and this was important. It was about much more than just him and Silvia, and his wishful thinking.
He sighed lightly, spooned Silvia a little tighter, and turned to the next page of math.
He dismissed the window when he felt her stiffen in his arms several hours later.
He said in a calm voice, “It’s me Silvia. The A.I.s digitized me when that bitch killed me. It’s really me, calm down please.”
She started to sob, and he moved to get out of the bed because he thought she was scared or thought he was lying and not really him. But she grabbed his arms before he could move, and pulled them tighter around her.
“I thought you were dead, they…” she trailed off.
