Fantasy Curves 269 (BBW SF Erotic Romance and Domination)

by Vremont, Ann

  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.

  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 m
e 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 was 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.

  Right, I was about to blow my cover. Pleasure droids don't act self-conscious unless the client communicates the preference. I tilted my chin up to mirror the slight indifference of an automaton.

  "How would you like me positioned, Master Vance?"

  Swallowing hard, he pointed at the edge of the bed. "Face that wall. Hands and knees.”

  I did as directed and stared at the blank paneled wall. I saw the shadow of his arm as he tapped one last time at the touch pad and then a screen slid down from the ceiling.

  "You’re recording--" I choked down the rest of my question. A pleasure droid wouldn't care if it was being recorded. It certainly wouldn't sound half hysterical.

  "Hey, yeah, let’s do that, too." Another tap and I winced at his enthusiasm. "I just wanted the screen on so I can still see your face.”

  My face?

  No, that wasn’t right. I didn’t need to worry about him seeing my face, just the one he’d programmed the mask to display. I looked at the screen, waiting for it to come into focus as he fiddled with the camera controls.

  I wondered whom he pretended the pleasure droids were when he screwed them. Would I recognize her face? Was she a real girl or a construct?

  Staring hard at the screen to find out, I felt the slow journey of his hand down my bottom. He hooked his thumb inside my cunt as his fingers slid along the spine of my clit. My eyes crossed with pleasure, the screen blurring further out of focus.

  "Hmm… you’d think it was broken."

  I looked over my shoulder at him, his teasing tone unmistakable. He wasn’t looking at the screen. Instead his gaze was fixed at the juncture of my thighs where he languorously stroked my pussy.

  "Maybe if you used both hands?" I suggested, trying to uncross my eyes.
/>   "Here?" He tapped the touch pad before tightening his grip on my cunt. "Or here?”

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head. It was rude, his expecting me to express a coherent thought while he kept touching my like that, his whole hand possessing the various sectors of my cunt.

  I opened my eyes in time to see Vance glance up at the screen and smile.

  "Ah, problem solved.”

  My gaze jerked forward, my heart stalling as I saw my own face. That was wrong. Was the mask malfunctioning, showing translucent when it shouldn’t?

  I studied the image, looking for the visual clues that the mask was working and the face only looked a little like mine or …

  Vance leaned over me and used his lips to push my hair off my shoulder. Supporting his weight with one arm, he eased his hand from my pussy and threaded it beneath and around my chest to grasp my opposite shoulder. Cinching me closer, he pushed into me, his cock rock hard as it filled my cunt.

  His lips brushed along my neck. "Do you like the face I picked?"

  The face on the vid mask looked too much like me. Even the muted pink eye shadow that I hadn't worn since… My stalled heart gave a shuddering thump as I realized that I had worn that shade during my last trip to Tina's office, which was also the last time I saw Vance.

  This couldn't be! Did he know?

  "You don't like it?" he teased, sucking at my ear lobe.

  Did he know?

  He picked the slower back beat of the music to move with, kissing and sucking along my neck to drive the question from my mind. With each kiss and stroke of his cock, I told myself that the face only looked like mine. He didn't know and he wasn't playing me because no one could be so great an actor that I felt like he was actually worshipping my body -- every last curve and roll of flesh.

  Taking the lobe of my ear between his teeth, he gently tugged at it before stopping to whisper. "You remind me of a girl I know, love."