by Neneh Gordon
“Ah, yeah, so damn wet,” he mumbled, slipping from the bed and dropping to his knees between my legs. “Come on, open right up and we’ll give your audience a good show.”
He licked me, from my entrance up into my pubic hair and then all the way back down. The movements of his head were exaggerated—on purpose, I was sure—so that the voyeurs would know exactly what he was doing. I gripped his hair, tangled my fingers in the messy locks and stared straight at the camera.
I parted my mouth, caught a gasp and held it there. Oh fuck, he was circling my clit with the taut tip of his tongue. He knew I wouldn’t last long, that I would come undone in less than a minute.
I writhed and bucked, pulled his hair, shoved onto his face then pulled back.
“Fucking hell, you’re horny,” he said, shifting to the side. “Come and ride me. Let’s really give them something to get excited about.”
“Shit, do you think there are people getting off on this, watching us?”
“You can bet your life on it, but not half as much as I am.” He stretched out on the duvet, cock pointing up at the beamed ceiling. “Climb on, baby, and give them an Oscar-winning performance.”
I glanced at the camera again, the unblinking eye at the centre. What must we look like? Hot and desperate for each other. A seemingly private, intimate act in our bedroom, broadcast to every corner of the Earth. Is that what turned people on, the fact that they thought they were seeing into a couple’s private life?
Jake gripped my wrist. “Fuck me, baby, like you’re never going to get enough of me.”
“I’m not,” I said, crawling up the bed and positioning my pussy over his cock, facing the camera. I adored penetration from this angle, sitting on him so I felt him deep within, filling me entirely.
Jake spread his fingers on my thighs, and as I took him that first inch he pressed his head into the pillow and moaned. I leaned forward, my hands on his pecs. He could take my full weight on his chest no problem, and I sagged a little as the stretch in my pussy reached burn level.
“Ah, yeah, go for it,” he said.
In a swift move that rendered my spine boneless, I dropped fully.
Jake cried out and so did I, the intensity almost enough to make my breath stop. Fuck, he was so damn big. It didn’t matter how many times we fucked—the tightness was always exquisite.
After a few delectable seconds regaining my strength and adjusting to his size, I sat upright and began a luscious slow grind with my hips that caught my clit just right, working it over his pubic bone and letting his cock rub my G-spot.
“Cassie, oh fuck, you look incredible. And you’re all mine. I’m so proud of you.”
I couldn’t answer, I was lost to it. Fucking Jake, him letting me take control of pace and depth, was something I’d missed of late. I stared up at the ceiling, let the pressure bloom. My orgasm was there. Just one more thrust.
Fuck.
I came.
I tipped back, pressed my hands on his thighs and let the climax ravage me. My face was hot behind the mask, my rapid breaths making it humid.
“Oh, Jake,” I cried, “come now, with me.”
Suddenly he sat up, wrapped me in his arms and gave an almost violent upward surge. A roar of pure maleness escaped his lips.
My pussy clamped around him as warmth hit my core. I scrabbled and scratched at his shoulders.
“Oh, Jesus. That was amazing.” He was panting hard. “That was so crazy hot seeing you like that, knowing I wasn’t the only one watching you get off as you rode me.”
“Turn the camera off,” I said breathlessly.
He hesitated, then, “Okay.”
Carefully, he lifted me from his cock, set me on the bed and got up to turn off the camera. His back was coated in a sheen of sweat. There was also a line of scratch marks from my nails in that last moment.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, is it definitely off?”
“Yep.”
I tugged at my mask, reached for his and dropped them both on the floor. “I want to kiss you,” I said, touching my mouth to his.
I felt him smile against my lips and he toppled us onto the bed.
I laughed and stretched my body over his. “Was that a good promise?”
“Amazing,” he said. “I’m so proud of you. I didn’t think you would be up for it.”
“When have I ever said no to you?”
He touched the tip of my nose with his index finger. “You haven’t ever done anything you really didn’t want to, have you?”
I smiled. “No, not at all. I love that we have so much fun on my days off now. In fact, I think I may have to buy another book of those vouchers.”
“Only if you want to.”
I pushed up onto my elbows and looked down at him, touching a lock of his hair that was stuck to his forehead. “Why, don’t you?”
“Baby, I just want you, vouchers or no vouchers. The best promise you ever made was to be my wife. The others are just icing on the cake.”
Robot with Green Eyes
by L A Meadows
Anna had expected a crate, rough pale wood pried open; instead the buzzer went and when she opened the door he was there, flanked by two delivery men.
Anna stared. You didn’t get to choose what you wanted—you just put your name on the list with your deposit, paid the relevant fee when they asked for it, and they delivered whatever had become available. The fee was your only clue what you were getting. Anna’s had been on the higher end of the scale, which made her hopeful. She had dreamt of having her own robot since she was a girl, and had been saving up ever since the prices had dropped enough that an average person could afford one. She would take whatever she was given, as long as it worked reasonably well; but she dreaded getting one that had been working in the sewers, or collecting garbage, or any job that would cause stains or smells on the robot’s casing.
She got a whiff of oil from this one, but she hardly noticed it, too caught up in his tall, sleek form. He was definitely male—that was obvious from the sculpted chest, narrow waist, sharp features and firm jaw. He was made of a material she hadn’t seen before. Like metal, she thought, but softer. His eyes were green slots, dimly lit until one of the delivery men asked if they could bring him in. Anna nodded and stepped back. The green eyes flared as he walked into the room.
It wasn’t until then that she noticed the damage to his body—there were marks all over his torso, his stomach, his right leg.
“What was he used for before?” she asked the delivery men, One shrugged, and the other held out a palm reader. She placed her hand on it, and they turned and left.
Anna was suddenly nervous—self-conscious, even. It was ridiculous, but she felt like she should offer her new purchase a drink.
She looked closely at his face, the curved lines of his mouth.
“Can you speak?”
He didn’t move and she had just started feeling a rush of relief when he turned his head and looked at her. “Yes, I can speak.”
The realistic movement of his mouth startled her, as did his voice. It was much closer to a human voice than she’d expected. She suddenly felt uncomfortable with this tall, dark robot staring down at her.
“Sit down,” she said. She’d meant it as an invitation but it came out sounding like a command. He lowered himself onto her faded red couch and looked up at her expectantly, his hands on his knees. She looked down at his hands and was immediately lost in them. The detail was amazing.
“Can I see your hand?” she asked quietly. He held it out to her and she took it in hers. The contact sent a shiver through her. The material was sleek and warm to the touch. Her mouth dry, she ran her fingers over the joints of his knuckles, the tips of his slender fingers. She glanced at his face and saw him staring at her. She flushed and dropped his hand.
“I haven’t seen one of you before. Why were you built?”
Again, he took a moment to answer. Maybe it wasn’t the sort of thing you were supposed to
ask a robot. “I was a racer,” he said.
“A racer?”
“A driver.”
“Why did they re”—she stopped herself from saying recycle—“retire you?”
“I was a prototype. Another model was chosen.”
“Why didn’t they choose you? Did they tell you?”
“I understood that the degree of personality I was programmed with was deemed unnecessary.”
Anna frowned, then carefully sat down beside him. That brought them level, his green eyes on hers.
“Why give you a personality in the first place, to be a driver?”
“Racing needs an element of”—his head cocked slightly—“human error, for the sport to be sufficiently entertaining. But they chose a more cost-efficient model.”
“So they just sent you off for household chores because personality is too expensive?”
He was quiet for so long she began to think he wouldn’t respond.
“I did not come directly here. I was modified for another purpose, but the same problem was found. Too costly for the purpose, and more personality than was desired.”
“So what was your purpose? What did they do to you?”
“I was modified for sexual purposes.”
It took Anna a moment to process what he had said, and when she did her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “So your owner…”
“She found the extent of my functions beyond her requirements.”
They sat in silence for a moment, Anna’s head reeling. Modified for sexual purposes? That would explain why I find him so attractive…
“But I think it’s wonderful that you can talk,” Anna said warmly to break the silence. She immediately felt guilty, remembering her relief when she thought he couldn’t speak. Well, she’d changed her mind now. She’d never expected to actually be able to have a conversation with the robot she was given.
She also hadn’t expected to be able to have sex with it.
She quickly turned away, hoping her hair falling over her face would hide the blush spreading over her cheeks.
“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” she said quietly.
“What?”
“You were a racer, you weren’t designed for this, you… it must be humiliating.”
“It was not a requirement for me to tell you of my secondary modifications.”
“What do you mean?”
“I chose to tell you of my modifications voluntarily.” He paused. “In case you wanted to make use of them.”
She stiffened, glanced up at him. “Really? Why?”
“One of my modifications was a desire to give pleasure.”
“Oh.” She was oddly disappointed.
“My previous owner did not trigger the response.”
“So that was what she meant by too much personality,” Anna said, and grinned.
He smiled back.
It was subtle, just a slight curve of the mouth, but it was undeniably a smile.
Anna stared at him, her mouth open. “You… You’re so…” Lifelike, she wanted to say. Real.
Well designed.
She swallowed, tried to distance herself a little. She was so taken with him, and he was just a machine.
“May I ask your name?” he said.
“Anna,” she replied numbly.
“I am called Xavin,” he said. She didn’t respond, and they both fell silent. He had his own name, his own personality, and he was built for sex. She’d had no idea what she was getting herself into.
“You are under no obligation to keep me,” Xavin said quietly. “You may return me under the 48-hour warranty and take the next available model.”
That resolved her uncertainty about him. She wouldn’t be like the others, discarding him because he made her uncomfortable.
“No. Please stay, Xavin.”
He lifted his head, and tilted it, his green eyes on hers. “Thank you.”
***
He made her dinner that evening; it was precisely the sort of thing she’d bought a robot for, but she still felt awkward about having him do it. She lingered in the kitchen while he cooked, sipping a glass of wine and telling him where to find what he needed. The resulting dinner was delicious, and far better than anything Anna could make. Afterwards she watched a show while he cleaned up; she left him on standby when she went to bed, his green eyes dim.
She couldn’t sleep. She found herself picturing him in her living room. The sculpt of his face, the intricacy of his hands, the perfection of his lips. She imagined how those lips would feel against her skin, kissing her neck and sucking gently on her nipples. She longed to feel his lifelike hands caressing her body, pleasuring her.
She was ripped out of her fantasy by a sound from the living room. She sat bolt upright as she heard Xavin come towards her bedroom. How is he moving? I left him on standby. There was a knock on her door.
“Come in,” she whispered helplessly.
The door opened and Xavin stepped in. “I’m designed to give pleasure,” he said, simply. “I can sense when you require me.”
Without knowing how, Anna was suddenly standing beside him. Shivering with lust, she took his perfect hand in hers. Suddenly, Xavin was kissing her, his hands on either side of her face.
Xavin was kissing her.
His mouth was so real, better than real, sleek and supple. His tongue slipped into her mouth, cool and smooth, flexible, twisting around hers. She slid her arms around his torso, held on as he brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. She smiled and closed her eyes.
Xavin lifted her up into his arms. She laughed in delight, feeling like she weighed nothing at all as he carried her across the room. He lowered her gently onto the bed, caressed her breast, squeezed—just the right amount of pressure, just this side of pain, just enough to make her gasp. He kissed her passionately as ran his hand down her body, sliding it effortlessly underneath her waistband.
Anna shivered as he cupped her crotch, gasped as his finger found her clit. For a moment she thought she’d imagined a gentle vibration, but then it slowly increased. His finger tip was thrumming gently against her, the vibrations getting slowly stronger. She arched her back, wanting him closer, wanting him inside her.
He slid his arm around her back, pulled her up to him, holding her tightly as he kissed her, his finger slowly circling her clit as the vibrations deepened. She held onto his back and sank her fingers in. Remembering what he was, she wondered if he felt and responded to physical contact, if he felt pain. She bit her lip, hesitating, until the vibration from his finger suddenly swelled and, without planning to, she sank her nails into his back. He shuddered and kissed her harder, held her tighter against him. She wanted him inside her. She had never wanted someone inside her so much.
“I want to see your body,” Xavin said quietly, seriously. Anna lifted herself up to allow him to undress her. There was a moment when she was lying naked in front of him, and he was kneeling, his green eyes bright. She felt self-conscious at first, but somehow the way he was looking at her made her feel beautiful. Like some indescribable piece of art. She laughed and reached out to him.
“Come back here.”
He obeyed, crawling up to her. He kissed her knee, then the inside of her thigh, trailing up slowly enough to start to make her nervous with anticipation. Finally he kissed her pussy, and then, slowly slid his tongue inside her, reaching up inside of her, the tip flicking against her G-spot. She gasped, reached out and cupped the back of his head, pulling him against her. His tongue manoeuvred inside her, twisting, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Teasing her, he slowly withdrew and began kissing her thighs, then her clit, and up along her stomach to her breasts. He cupped her breasts in his hands, pushing them together so he could take both of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on them, tickling them with his tongue. She clasped his broad shoulders and pressed her hips up against his. He responded by sliding inside of her. So he did have a cock too, she tho
ught.
His hands held her breasts more firmly, and he sucked harder as he pumped against her, his cock beginning to vibrate. Deep vibrations shuddered through her G-spot, through her whole body. He shifted his hands and held her breasts with one hand, still sucking, and with his free hand touched her clit, vibrating against it gently. It was too much: her breasts, his sucking mouth, the grip of his hand, the increasing vibrations against her clit—and him inside her, pumping her faster and harder until she cried out with the strength of her orgasm. It rocked through her body, overwhelming her completely. Her whole body shuddered, her internal muscles spasming against him as he went still and the vibrations eased. He released her breasts, kissing them, still inside her until her body relaxed, then he slowly withdrew from her, leaving her sated, happy. She grinned as he lay down beside her, brushing her hair away from her face.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “Amazing. How did you know what I wanted?”
“Even in standby, I can sense your desire. I automatically monitor your heartbeat and temperature, and I could tell you were aroused.” He paused before continuing tentatively. “I can turn that function off, if you wish.”
“No!” Anna shouted, making them both laugh. She sank wearily into Xavin’s arms, exhausted from the exertion of coming so hard. With a contented sigh, she drifted off to sleep, knowing she would awake to a clean apartment and hot breakfast the next morning.
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