Cherry Girl (erotic/ erotica)

by Candy Dance

  “You thought it up, huh?” Rider buried his hands deeper into her hair. “Well, get it all, pudding, and maybe I’ll give you some more.”

  Rider grinned then with a gradual slip of his lips and Lisette smiled in relief. “Yes, Master.”

  Rider leaned back and enjoyed the delicate licking of a dainty tongue around the head of his cock. There was something to be said for virginal timidity. Any other sex bot would have sucked him raw by now. He looked down, watching himself slowly harden at the vision of Cherry’s pink-tipped tongue licking the head of his dick over and over. The cum was long gone and his virgin model cyborg did not seem to think about perhaps taking him wholly into her mouth. But she did seem fascinated by touching and tasting him.

  It was as if she were making delicate love to his cock. Worshiping it! Rider could not hold back the tremor that thought caused him. He was heating up fast. Well, that had not happened in a long time. Not this quick! Still, he could stand there all day, getting jerked off or teaching Cherry the fine art of a blow job, but then it would be over . . . no more anticipation.

  No. Rider clamped down on his jaw and his lust. “That’s enough for now, Cherry-girl.” He stepped sideways, nearly grinning at the disappointed look on Cherry’s cute face as he zipped up his pants and he turned back to his dinner. A dinner that had to be damn cold by now. He had not paid attention to the meal before, but now he looked down at the half-burned globular mess.

  “What did you do to this?” Rider had the flexion coffee cup in his hand, tilting the thick gunk inside from side to side.

  “I can’t cook, Master,” Cherry mumbled, still kneeling at his feet with her head bowed.

  That was no lie, Rider decided as he eyed the chunkiness of the suicide food offering. The puzzle was a sex bot that could not cook. They were manufactured especially for these postal carriers. Perhaps it was something to do with this virgin model business? Hell, he hated to cook, but he loved to eat, and he’d even brought along some fresh produce in anticipation of his sex bot’s culinary skills.

  Rider bent over and took hold of Cherry’s incredibly soft bare arms, bringing her to her feet in front of him. “It’s all right, pudding, I will teach you.”

  “Thank you, Master,” Cherry murmured with a shy smile as she peeked up through her long golden eyelashes at him.

  Rider clasped her slim waist and turned her toward the hatch leading out of the control room. “The first thing that you need to know, Cherry, is to trust your taste buds. And you, sweet thing, have got a good tongue.”

  Chapter Five

  “Oh, blue blazes!” Lisette swore up into the darkness surrounding her. She knew bawdier curse words, but thought a lady, and soon-to-be mother, should not have a foul mouth. Only it was night . . . hours since she’d helped Rider fix a meal and then helped him eat it. It was a good thing that Rider had said that he liked his sex bots to eat with him even though he knew that she did not need to eat.

  “But how come I’m sleeping alone with no sex?” Lisette muttered, punching the pillow on the sunken cradle cot she laid in. Rider had ordered her to bed shortly after she’d cleaned up after the meal, but that had been hours ago! And where was he?

  Darn, Rider had wasted all that good sperm earlier and now he wouldn’t come to bed to give her more! And, put it where he was supposed to! Why did she get the feeling that he wasn’t going to either and she could not argue with him when he insisted on all the Master business. She’d even stripped naked waiting for him. Maybe she should go looking for him, saying that she had a bad dream. Oh heck, a sex bot having a bad dream? Right!

  Lisette wiggled on the bed recalling the way Rider kept looking at her while they fixed dinner together. His heated looks had made her feel all achy between her thighs so much so that she wanted to rub down there right now. She’d never masturbated before, nor particularly understood it, but she’d never felt like this before. She jumped up from the bed and walked the few paces to the closed hatch. If anyone was going to rub her achy sex, it was going to be Rider!

  Still, she flipped on the wall lamp and gazed down at her nakedness. Brave she was or needed to be, but not this brave. She needed something to wear. After rummaging through Rider’s things she found an odd assortment of feminine clothes, if a person could call them that, in a big trunk under his cradle bed. There were lacy panties with no crotches, silk bras with holes in the middle of the cups, frilly see-through aprons, and finally, amid more concoctions, there was a sheer baby-doll nightgown that was indecently short.

  Lisette put this on feeling the blush pink material slide delightfully along her nude flesh. Her butt cheeks were exposed beneath the frilly hem and the curly blond hair between her thighs peeked out in front. A deliciously wicked tingle shivered up her bare legs as she thought about being exposed this way. But it was sex she wanted, wasn’t it? Still, she thought about putting on a pair of the lacy panties, but then she decided that they would leave her as exposed with their slits.

  She nibbled at her full bottom lip and drummed up her courage as she padded barefoot to the hatch to open it and step through. Now, she just needed to be brazen and go find Rider, but she also needed a good reason to give him for disobeying his orders that she go to bed.

  It was strange to her, but by the time she found Rider in the small rec center, her whole body was tingling and achy. An area low on her belly was pulsing and she could not get the image of Rider’s hard and hot procreation rod out of her mind. She must be in some kind of heat that was priming her young body to mate, Lisette thought, twisting her hands in the hem of the sheer baby doll nightie that she wore.

  Rider let the warm Faleron peach liquor slide down his throat as he twirled the glass between his lean fingers and puffed lazily on a tightly packed cherry-root cigarillo. His Trivillyan hide boots were propped up on the boss-metal Rec-table as he reclined in the synthetic leather hover chair. This was the life, he mused, with a heavy-lidded gaze as he absently admired the obsidian shell coloring of his boots while his mind savored the remembrance of a curly blond headed sex bot’s peach nectar voice. Yeah, Rider thought, Cherry’s voice was as husky and smooth as the Faleron liquor and before the trip was over he was going to rub some of the peach liquor on her nipples and suckle it off with a lazy tongue. That got him wondering about the color of Cherry’s nipples.

  “Master, please forgive me for disturbing you.”

  Rider shot to the edge of his chair, barely holding back his startled yelp, as he splashed peach liquor on his pants. His head swiveled. Pink. His sex bot’s nipples were cherry blossom pink . . . No, that was a pink frilly thing that Cherry was wearing and her feet were bare. No wonder he did not hear her approach. Rider’s eyes outlined into intense slits. That’s not all that was bare! “What the hell are you doing here, disobeying my command that you go to bed . . . er, deactivate or whatever!”

  Rider growled this entire sentence with his gaze riveted to little blond curls between lithe white thighs and curvaceously endearing legs. Shit, he was seeing too much of Cherry-girl too soon and he hadn’t really meant to make her jump then tremble like she was. He was just rattled!

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  Cherry’s blush pink lips were quivering as her diminutive hands twisted in the hem of the delicate baby-doll she wore. Something must be wrong, Rider decided as he wondered what kind of problem a sex bot could have.

  “Come here and explain to me why I shouldn’t, ah, punish you.”

  Yeah, Rider thought that was a good line. He set his glass on the Rec-table in front of him and snuffed out his smoke as Cherry tiptoed hesitantly toward him. He grasped her by her bare hips when she got close enough and he pulled her between his legs, startling her into grabbing the Rec-table behind her with her palms.

  “This had better be good, pudding, or your backside is going to be red.”

  Cherry’s eyes widened in the horrified round gray-lavender look he’d seen before as he relished the pleasurable twinge his cock gave at the thoug
ht of spanking Cherry’s bare ass.

  Lisette’s heart gave a lurch. He wouldn’t . . . would he? Though she had not come up with any good reason to be there. She’d hoped, faintly, that Rider just seeing her might, um, distract him.

  “Well?”

  Rider’s long hard fingers squeezed the fleshiness of her hips in front and back, and Lisette froze not knowing what to say. She was afraid that anything she might say would not sound like a sex bot. Then out of nowhere she was being propelled over one of Rider’s thickly muscled thighs as she squealed and grabbed the bottom cushion of the hover chair. That did not help though, as Rider’s persistent forearm pressured her further over his lap until all she could grab was his calf. She wriggled her hips energetically with small yelps, trying to roll off his knee, when the first stinging swat of his wide palm laid flat across her bare flanks.

  “Ohhh!” she screeched in shock, twisting harder as Rider forced her to be still with one arm while his broad palm came down again. “Oww!”

  Oh, it burned and it was humiliating, Lisette choked back a whimper as a new smack echoed in the small room and her butt cheeks burned. “Oh, please, please, Master,” she begged. She felt like she would do anything to get him to stop. Another hard-handed swat whacked her tender flesh, making her whimper because Rider was not listening to her pleas.

  Slap! “Oh!”

  Slap! “Oh, Master!”

  Slap! “Please ... p-please!”

  Slap! “Nooo!”

  Then suddenly after the last slap, Lisette felt Rider’s finger lingering in the crevice of her bottom . . . for just a moment. Then Rider slapped her squirming bottom again. She yelped, but the finger was back deeper this time, bringing a sudden intense ache in her sex, making her moan softly. Without realizing it, her knees that had been clamped together, slid apart, then she jerked over Rider’s knee with another stinging slap laid across her bare buttocks.

  Rider boldly ran two fingers down into the sweet crack of Cherry’s ass, and she tensed, hanging vulnerably over his leg, probably waiting for the next slap. He noticed that her knees had fallen apart when he caressed her satin crevice. So he pushed his free knee forward into her thigh spreading her thighs open more. Christ, she had a succulent little heart-shaped ass and God knew he wanted to play with her. His cock was so hard against the tightness of his pants from where he sat. Damn, but it was too soon. Only he could see the glistening moisture in the nest of Cherry’s swollen little pussy lips ... very exposed in this position.

  Enthralled, he spanked her again five stinging times, making sure the slaps caught her butt deep, until she was squirming again with catching little sobs. But there was nowhere for her to go, her ass was rosy red. Then with one last lingering gaze at her plump butt marked red by his spanking, he abruptly stood, dumping Cherry onto the floor at his feet. But he was careful that she did not fall too hard.

  “I do not like being disobeyed, Cherry!” Rider tried to sound gruff, but he thought it probably came off sounding huskier. Standing over Cherry, he popped the button on his pants and he pulled the zipper down, then he tugged his pants down to the tops of his boots before he sat again. All the time, he was looking at Cherry with her head bowed as she huddled at his feet. “Now, Cherry-girl, are you going to disobey me again?”

  Cherry peeked up at him and she shook her head no vigorously. Rider clamped down on his desire to explain to her that he wanted to take things slow. She was a sex bot. His sex bot . . . and she did not need to know that.

  “Good. Then get up here on your knees between my legs.”

  Rider watched Cherry performing the task demurely with her plush bottom lip trembling and her heavy breasts on the same level with his flagrant cock. He could clearly see the engorged peaks of Cherry’s nipples poking at the sheer material covering them. She was hot, he decided, and his fingers itched to pluck those swollen marbles, but he held back. Damn, he wanted to savor this . . . to savor her. He could not remember feeling as intensely excited before. Hell, he was looking forward to the six months now, wondering if it was enough time.

  “Why did you disobey my orders, Cherry?” Rider watched Cherry’s slender shoulders tense.

  “B-Because I-I, um, . . . ache.” Cherry’s gaze darted up to him, then down again. “Here, Master, I-I ache here.”

  Rider’s eyebrows arched while his gaze lowered, following the path of Cherry’s slim fingers as she traced the golden curls above her pussy. Then he began laughing with a lingering chuckle.

  He was laughing? Lisette could not hide her shock and further her creeping embarrassment. The oaf! She wanted to smack him. She had tried the most seductive move she could come up with, and Rider was laughing at her! Being spanked was bad enough. Only somehow through the indignity, it had been oddly stimulating with her bare bottom being so exposed to Rider’s gaze and his hands. But now, afterward, she was being honest about her aching. Geeze, next time she’d lie! She forgot completely that she was pretending to be a cyborg and she jerked to her feet, intent on stomping away from Rider’s presence. The oaf!

  “Who gave you permission to get up?”

  Oops, Lisette unconsciously shielded her bare bottom with her palms, looking everywhere but directly at Rider as she stood between his legs. “No one, Master,” she whispered.

  “Did you think that you were going somewhere?”

  “N-No, Master.”

  “Then why did you stand?”

  Geeze, Lisette thought, Rider was worse than a penal inspector . . . and as tenacious. She considered her answer for all of about two seconds and decided that she was in trouble anyway, so she might as well get it over with. “You hurt my feelings!” Lisette felt tears burning her eyes. “So I was leaving!” She bit her bottom lip and blurted, “You obviously don’t want me!”

  Rebellion? Rider was blown away. How could a sex bot rebel? Suddenly, he felt twittery and anxious, as if something was crawling up his spine, while his mind grabbed for logical answers. Maybe the technicians who built these sex bots wanted to spice things up, so they were trying new things? That was it! It had to be it. And, Cherry was a new version . . . right? Virgin maiden model . . . right?

  He rubbed a clumsy hand over his bristly jaw line. Damn, the isolation must be getting to him already, but one thing was certain, he’d lost his incentive. His willpower momentarily broken down by the spanking, he’d been about to yield to his lust by teaching Cherry the art of a blow job. However, now all he felt was that he could not get enough air into his lungs.

  “Cherry, go to my sleeping cubicle and do not come out unless I tell you!” Rider ordered gruffly with his finger pointed in the direction he meant. He sat stiffly with a dark scowl as he watched Cherry’s opulent butt sway out of the chamber. He tried to ignore the peeks of pink flesh at the bottom of Cherry’s sweet ass as she quickly left the rec room. He also tried hard not to let it bother him that he’d lost sight of the fact that he was sitting with his pants down around his ankles!

  Chapter Six

  The next morning after forcefully turning his thoughts away from the phenomenon of a rebellious sex bot, Rider decided, rather evasively, to unwrap his package. That package being one curvaceously endowed Cherry-girl. His good intentions of savoring and drawing out his lascivious plans for his beautiful sex bot scattered with his unreasoned yearning, plus his need to distract his troubled thoughts.

  Besides, Rider mused, he could not envision getting tired of Cherry. Instead, all he could envision was doing things with her that he'd never entertained before with other women. Basically, he would have to admit that he was a bit inhibited in his sexual undertakings. His imagination was a wild and lustful place–however, when it came to the point of actually putting those imaginings into practice, he always shied away. Just as when he’d pulled Cherry over his knee last night and spanked her luscious ass. He’d always dreamed of doing that to a woman, but he'd never done it before last night. Now that he had, he wanted to do it again–and he would, but only with Cherry.


  Perhaps it was this, "Master," persona that he’d instigated? He’d never done that before and he was pleased that he’d come up with the idea. More disturbing though, was the fact that it might be Cherry herself. The way that they interacted with each other, and the feeling that he had about Cherry being as close to a real innocent young woman as a sex bot could be. As close as the cyborg scientists were ever going to get.

  Rider’s musing thoughts took him to the hatch of his bedroom cubicle, which he entered without preamble to find Cherry dressed once again, this time in her original spandex jumpsuit. Ah, well, he thought, it was more fun to unwrap a tightly sealed package than a loose one.

  “Take off your clothes, Cherry,” he ordered, as he stood with his legs braced like an ancient pirate on the rolling deck of his ship. He stood looking down onto the top of Cherry’s head of blond curls because she’d lowered her gaze to the floor. She seemed hesitant–perplexing in a sex bot, but tantalizing to his pleasure in that unexpected way that she had. Rider suddenly realized that was what he liked about this entire game. The other sex bots that he’d screwed and played with had always been brazen sex toys, willing for any adventure. They had been suggestive and aggressive to the point of being an unnatural reminder that they were not human.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Cherry’s slender fingers reached for the releasing mechanism on her spandex jumpsuit. One faint touch and the entire suit fell to the deck, leaving only her lace panties and high heeled pink ankle boots. Rider pasted a heated gaze over Cherry’s naked breasts. They were heavy moons of ivory flesh with tender pink areolas and nips puckered into quarter-inch little spikes.

  “Leave the rest,” he ordered abruptly, eyeing the peek-a-boo blond curls he could see trying to escape the white edges in the crotch of Cherry’s lace panties. The leg holes of her panties rode high on each side of her generously flared hips, and Rider guessed it was a thong. He liked the way her legs shaped in the high-heeled ankle boots she wore.