Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances)

by Vremont, Ann

  The door panel slid open to reveal a ten-by-ten room. The two side walls were padded with a dark red synth-leather covering them in eighteen-inch squares. Placed center of the room, a matching elevation of padded synth-leather took up an area some six feet wide by four feet deep.

  Pulling me with him, Vance stepped inside.

  Seeing the bed he apparently intended to fuck me on, the realization that I had let my little charade go too far cemented with a gasp. I twisted my wrist from his firm grip, my hands coming up to wave him off in a very non-Fantasy Unit fashion. "I can't."

  "Right." He turned until we were chest-to-chest and then he backed me up against the cushioned wall. A hundred-credit note appeared in his hand. "Have to take care of the business end of this transaction before we get to the pleasure."

  He trailed the note along the side seam of my dress in search of the garment's single pocket -- the one holding my net card. Net cards are not at all standard issue for a droid hard wired to communicate with its operator base. If he found it, I was busted.

  I wrapped my hand around the paper, buying a short second for me to decide.

  Fuck or flee?

  An odd calm settling over my body, I tucked the credit into my pocket.

  "Eager to start, love?" Vance wrapped his hands around my hips and nuzzled my neck. "I know I am. You have a lovely scent when you're aroused."

  Love -- the word obviously meant nothing to him, but it exposed a heretofore undiscovered chink in my armor. Behind the vid mask, tears leaked from the corner of my eyes as I asked myself when had I developed such a hard crush on Vance Gemini and how the hell I had missed that fact?

  He ran his hands along my hips. "Let's lose the clothes."

  There is very little to a Fantasy Unit dress. Like all clothing, it holds itself together according to its particle charge. There are no functional zippers or buttons, not even a visible seam. Sensors in the latex read motions. The correct brush of a thumb or flick of a finger and off come the clothes.

  Vance had me stripped of the costume and shoes inside of six seconds. Another six seconds and he stood just as naked in front of me.

  Discreetly devouring his naked body, I melted against the wall. Soft, dark hair, thickest along his forearms and the base of his erection, curled along the rose-tinted alabaster skin. Powerful biceps bulged with strength, his muscles naturally toned rather than carved into his flesh by some uptown hack.

  My gaze dropped lower, my mouth watering at the sight of his cock. Heavily veined, the shaft was at least three fingers wide. From base to tip, I estimated the length as the full run of my hand and half again -- some nine or ten inches. A fat cap topped it, the skin covering the heavy balls pulled tight and smooth as he continued to lengthen under my rapt stare.

  I licked my lips, jealousy pulling my cunt tight as I thought about taking the succulent morsel into my mouth to stroke and tongue him until he came down my throat in thick spurts.

  Distracting me, Vance brushed his wrist against the side of my mask, just above my ear. "I hope your vid reader is working."

  I heard the quiet hum of the mask’s processor reading face files from the chip in his wrist. The sound stopped and then the inside surface of the mask changed, darkening with a clear image of Vance and the cube. The exterior would be showing the face in his preference profile selected. Curiosity flared deep in my chest and rapidly spread to my hardened nipples.

  How could he possibly have a face in his profile that would match the upper dimensions of my face?

  "Beautiful." Placing his hands on my shoulders, Vance officially claimed my services.

  "I can't." I pushed lightly at his chest, wishing I didn't have to stop what was about to happen. But I had to stop it. Unless he was a damn fine actor, he didn't know there was a real girl behind the mask. He might realize it the second his cock or fingers slid inside me. It was not too late to put my clothes back on, return the credits and leave without him recognizing that the plump droid was really Tina's fat little friend and his occasional book buddy.

  His brow wrinkled and he took a step back. Starting at the top of my shoulders, he trailed his fingers down to my nipples. He pinched them, pulling at the tips at the same time he pressed his hips back into me. My lower body fitted to his in response.

  Capturing my mouth with another deep kiss, he reached between us and stroked my clit. A shiver shot across the surface of my skin. The sensation intensifying, I trembled against him.

  Vance broke the kiss and sighed. "Sensors, lubrication, all perfect. I'll feed you all the protocol you need, baby. Make me -- and your PMP -- happy. "

  I choked on a laugh. I didn't have to worry about making a pleasure machine proprietor happy and I had no chance of pleasing Vance. I had only a few seconds to flee before he finally realized his mistake.

  I shook my head at him, trying to buy more time so I could figure out how to extricate myself from his embrace and the room.

  He made escape and thought impossible. His fingers danced along my clit, twirled around the hood then dipped into the deeper recesses of my pussy. Placing his lips against my ear, he traced the lobe with his tongue. His mouth drifted lower, biting lightly at the curve of my neck while, between my legs, his thumb pressed up against the hood of flesh. With the thumb rubbing at my clit, he fucked in and out of me three fingers thick.

  Heat and need thinned my cream, the motion of his hand spreading my juices along my thighs. Curling my fingers around his jacket lapels, I clutched at him. I exhaled in ragged gasps, my body already eager to come from less than a minute of his touch.

  For a man who prefers fuck droids, he knows how to please a woman quickly and thoroughly. I started to crest, a moan sliding thickly past my lips.

  Nuzzling my throat, Vance chuckled. "Programmed to come quickly, I see."

  "It depends on the skill of the lover, Master." My hips started to twitch and my legs threatened to slide out from under me.

  "And the Master's intent," he whispered ominously in my ear then led me to the bed. "This Master doesn't want his beautiful little slave coming so soon."

  Hell, if I had to follow a permission protocol, I would be busted with just a few more strokes of his hand.

  He dragged me across his lap, my stomach resting atop his muscled thighs. Pulling one of my legs onto the bed, he left the other one hanging. He ran his hands over my bottom, my attention split between the soft brush of his fingers and the very hard, very large erection I could see from the corner of one eye.

  "Are you looking at my cock?" He teased several fingers into my pussy, burying them all the way down to their base knuckle.

  "Yes, Master." The digital voice finished with a whine as my hips threatened to buck. He had slid another finger into me while talking and was rotating four thick inside me.

  I lifted my ass, my whine intensifying.

  "Well." Laughing, he slowly withdrew his fingers and trailed them up my perineum. "I am looking at the most spankable ass I've ever seen."

  His wet fingertips slowed as they reached my anus. He circled it, his voice deepening with approval. "And a beautiful little pucker that looks like it's never been breached."

  He pressed lightly at its center. "Has it?"

  God, no, but I would gladly let him if the rest of his finger felt half as good as the gentle pressure from just tip.

  "Has it?" he repeated and pressed a little harder.

  Pleasure droids are not supposed to kiss and tell. I bit at my lip as I searched for a good, but honest, answer. "I…I have no memory, Master."

  The tip slid in, breaching and levitating my ass so that he was buried up to the center joint. Vance contorted to the side, his hot gaze studying my exposed pussy. He started to fuck the finger in and out of my ass, his movements measured and gentle. "Your sweet pussy is flooding, baby. How are your moisture cells?"

  "Limitless," I cooed, lifting my bottom to meet his downward push. Behind the mask, my eyes rolled back and I sucked a deep breath in.

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bsp; Pure bliss.

  His finger left me, his palm landing hard against my ass a second later. "Slave cannot come unless Master permits it. That is my protocol for you."

  I ground out a mewling whimper as I flexed my thighs, fighting the jerk building in my hips that signaled an impending release.

  He eased the finger back in, making me shake and dance, my thighs and even my labia quivering. Withdrawing, he began to tap distractingly against my perineum, his question a rumbling growl. "Can you follow protocol?"

  I stretched my arms forward to grip and claw at the edge of the bed. I would obey protocol all the way up until the second I exploded, but he didn't need to know that.

  I nodded. "Yes, Master."

  Vance gave my ass another hard swat then rubbed the sting away. Another fell, followed by more sweet rubbing. Half a dozen more swats landed, each falling faster, while the rubbing lasted for shorter and shorter periods.

  Feeling his hand lift, I winced in anticipation of the next blow but he pushed several fingers thick into my pussy. The digits inside me shook, thrust, vibrated fast and hard as his other hand soothed across my stinging butt cheeks.

  "Master, please." I cried, my cunt contorting around his fingers in one long, twisting throb. "Master, I don't want to break protocol."

  He thrust deeper, a fourth finger joining the invasion. His fingers curled to drag lightly inside me. "Then come, love."

  My breathing hitched and then I bucked in climax, his permission an instant trigger that had me moaning and juicing. Shockwaves rolled through me as I bit at my bottom lip to keep from revealing my identity by calling his name.

  Vance continued fucking his fingers into my pussy, letting me ride and come and ride over and over until I collapsed with a whimper. Dragging me more fully onto the bed, he rolled me onto my back. He planted one palm against my chest while his fingers left my throbbing cunt to rub at my clit.

  I lifted, twisting violently as I repeatedly cried out. "Please Master, no more…no more."

  Tears pooled inside the mask, the pleasure too intense to control them. Vance rolled on top of me, his shaft spearing deep. His hands cupped the sides of my face, his thumbs stroking low across my cheeks just below where the mask ended.

  "I love this face." He kissed me, sucking and biting gently at my lips. "I'm going to run it every time from this day forward."

  I smiled, pretending he meant my face and that there was no vid mask between us showing another woman. He shifted his weight onto his elbows, his torso lifting so that he could watch between our bodies as his cock rocked in and out of me.

  Obscuring my view, his head dipped and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He pulled it taut, sucked it back in, repeating and repeating the motion as he moaned and fucked me harder. Releasing the nipple with a wet pop, he palmed the other breast as he stared at my face. "I've been thinking about this all day."

  "This?" I asked.

  "This." He peppered the answer and soft kisses across my jawline and lips.

  "And this." He thrust hard and deep then buried his face against my throat. "Lucky thing, finding you like I did."

  "Lucky thing," I echoed. Arching my back, I pressed my mound harder against his lower stomach.

  His fingers looped through my hair, forcing me to maintain the arch. He kissed the underside of my chin and delivered a hard, centering thrust. My hands grasped his thick biceps and I cried out from the pleasure unfurling along my spine.

  He nuzzled my cheek. "Can you take it harder, love?"

  "Yes." I wanted him to possess me completely, wanted him balls deep and groaning with his own release.

  "Can I fuck this sweet pussy as hard as I want until you're coming and crying no more?"

  Another forceful thrust curled my toes and I cried out. "Yes!"

  His thick cock a hard jackhammer inside me, Vance bit along my chin and throat. Mixing soft with hard, he never hurt me, just drove me closer to my climax at a bone jarring pace. The fat, battering head drove in and out, hooking before it left me, stretching me ruthlessly as he re-entered. Pressure and heat built until, crying and jerking, I came.

  Sensing my release, he gentled his strokes. The bites turned to deliciously soft kisses that meandered toward my mouth. His tongue slipped between my lips, curling and licking as the last of my climax rolled through me.

  When he broke the kiss, I sighed.

  Among the few lovers I have had, not one of them was interested in making me come and none of them had accomplished the task. I had peaked from Vance's touch at least three times. If droid sex was this good, this intimate in a world where few people genuinely connected any more, I just might have to pawn my soul and buy a male unit -- one with alabaster skin and pale green eyes.

  Unraveling his hands from my hair, he pinned my shoulders against the mattress and smiled down at me. "I do believe you enjoyed that, love."

  His statement was odd. Droids are not sentient. They do not enjoy, only feign a simulacrum of receiving pleasure. But they fake it with a physiological mirror, mimicking, for example, the way my cunt twitched and coiled around his still erect shaft.

  And they verbalize.

  "Yes, I enjoyed it very much, Master." Smiling, I nodded.

  He dipped his head down and delivered a quick kiss that barely ghosted across my lips. "Master Vance."

  "Master Vance," I repeated, my pussy delivering an extra squeeze that forced a moan from his throat.

  That he was still hard confused me. "Master Vance, have you not taken your pleasure?"

  His smile lazy, Vance pulled out and repositioned me on my side. He hooked a hand behind my top leg, pushing it forward and up, and then he straddled my other leg. His free hand pushing his cock down, he slowly eased into me.

  "Ooh…Master Vance…" I curled my arms up and over my head, lustfully panting as Vance seemed to thicken inside me with the new position. "Please tell me. Have you taken your pleasure?"

  Amusement rumbled deep inside his chest and he made a slow, dragging retreat from my cunt, stopping with the fat head lodged just inside my gate. He rocked his hips, his cock gently and repeatedly hitting that spongy knot of tissue inside me that sent spikes of pleasure racing through my lower body.

  "You mean did I fill your sweet pussy with my cum?" Still holding my leg in position with one hand, he rubbed the other hand from my hip up to my shoulder, kneading my flesh before seizing and squeezing one ripe breast.

  I nodded. "Yes, Master Vance. That is what I meant."

  He speared sharply, retreated gently. "No."

  The hand at my breast moved down to rub at my clit, the angle of my leg spreading my labia so that he had full access.

  He groaned. "But I am most definitely taking my pleasure, love."

  Eyes rolling back in my head, I shuddered and clamped down on his cock. There was another chuckle from him as he pinched my clit and pulled it taut.

  "You’re lubing overtime. So thick and sweet, baby. Don’t know that I’ve seen one of your kind this soaked."

  I jerked, moaned, the pressure inside and out so deliciously intense I was certain I would burst at any second.

  "Damn… that little groan of yours, that’s so fucking hot. I want to fuck you all night long.”

  All night?

  I couldn't allow myself more than the hour. Vance was lost in the moment, his body too aroused for his mind to process all the little clues that should have told him I was human. An entire night would reveal me for the fraud I am.

  I pressed my lips together and shook my head at him.

  "No?" His laugh told me he took my response as a challenge -- one he accepted and intended to win.

  Releasing my leg and clit, he shifted so that I was two-thirds on my stomach. His cock still in me, he stretched backwards and extended his arm toward the wall. I heard the faint, automatic pump of a liquid from one of the service stations built into the wall. A second later, he spread my ass cheeks and a warm gel dripped onto my anus.

  Oh, hell, he wa
s going to take both holes at once!

  His cock throbbing but otherwise at rest within my pussy, Vance patiently thumbed, then fingered, then thumbed the opening of my ass into submission. As the muscle stretched to accommodate him, he eased another finger in, stroking down to the base knuckles several times before adding a third finger.

  "Look at me, love."

  Looking back over my shoulder, I stared at his face. Grinning, he gently rotated his fingers, twisting and sliding the digits as his cock took up an equally tender pace inside my cunt.

  "Breathe, baby, I don’t want you overheating and short circuiting any more sensors."

  I panted like a sick cat. Mewled like one, too, as I began to seesaw my hips, bearing down hard against his cock and then jerking against the slide of his fingers. His free hand clutched my hip, trying to tame its wild bucking as I rode fingers and cock.

  Building…building…so close…a sweet burn flushing my skin as I couldn't stop tightening around him. "Oh, yes, Master Vance…coming…please…”

  I heard him murmur "so goddamn beautiful…" and then another climax slammed through me, leaving me crying Vance’s name as my world contracted down to one sensation and the man delivering it.

  **********

  Leaving me twitching and moaning on the bed, Vance eased from me. He was still hard, with just my juices covering his beautiful cock. I watched him work the sensors on the cube, feeding credits into the reader from the transmitter chip embedded in his wrist. A panel slid back, offering him access to a sanitation unit.

  I knew from advertisements that the cube likely had more panels hiding things like music, movies and mirrors. I'd never indulged, even without a lover. Vance, however, worked the cube like a regular. Finished cleaning his hands, he crossed to the opposite wall and tapped away at a touch pad.

  With each tap of his fingers against the pad, the room transformed itself. Music came on, a slow tribal beat with the foreign words sounding like grunts and moans to my sex-fevered mind. The ceiling became a kaleidoscope of lights, bathing our bodies in different colors.

  Without Vance touching me, I grew acutely self-conscious. Sitting up, I drew my knees to my chest and watched him. He eyed me from the side. The brow visible to me lifted in an inquiring arch.