Dahlia- Birth of an AI

by D. R. Rosier

  “Good morning, I’m Thomas. Can I help you two find a car today?”

  I replied, “I’m Paul, and this is my Emma. Can we test drive this one?”

  When I called her my Emma, she relaxed her body and melted back against me further.

  Thomas smiled, “Of course, just need to get the keys, and a copy of your license. Follow me inside?”

  We nodded, and then followed him. He gave us the typical sales pitch, and started talking about options, and asking questions.

  It was a process I don’t need to entail here. I’ll just say we never found an opportunity at the car lot, Thomas wouldn’t leave us alone, and I couldn’t exactly tell him to fuck off so I could have public sex with my wild Emma. We did manage to keep teasing each other though, with subtle brushes, and some not so subtle gropes, pinches, and squeezes when Thomas wasn’t looking. I don’t think he caught us playing grab ass, but he politely ignored the few short and teasing kisses we shared. In my defense, I couldn’t get enough of her, she was intoxicating and driving me wild with her sometimes bold and constantly teasing actions.

  It was only about an hour later, when I drove the car off the lot. We’d gotten a few extras, I had to bring the car back in a week to get them installed.

  Emma had paid for it with her black American Express card. I’d have one, or something similar at least, next week, but for now they were all my sugar mommas. Regardless, it was almost amusing, because she’d insisted the car be in my name. Clearly, Thomas had wanted to know where I’d found an exotically sexy eighteen-year-old girlfriend that could afford to buy her boyfriend an expensive car. Of course, he didn’t ask, and I didn’t say…

  She snickered, “That was fun.”

  “Glad you liked it, if you’re good I’ll let you drive later.”

  She laughed throatily, “I’d rather be bad,” and put her hand on my thigh.

  My cock twitched, and I held her hand, mostly so she didn’t make me crash.

  “So, you don’t like politically correct?”

  She looked around, “This isn’t the way home, where are we going now?”

  I said, “It’s a surprise.”

  She smirked, “Okay. I’m hoping for a rather… large, surprise.”

  I laughed, “The question?”

  She shrugged, “It’s just words, and often the simple truth. Too many people are fucking pansies in this new America, and they hide from the truth in their ‘safe spaces’. It’s ridiculous. Applying softer words to things, or making up ridiculous euphemisms doesn’t change the truth, and can often be more harming than accurate verbiage. Live and let fucking live, pretty much covers everything as a way of life. I don’t judge anyone on their creed, orientation, skin color, etcetera ad nauseum, but if I use the wrong words that makes me a bigot? Bullshit. People take offense at the stupidest things.”

  “Don’t hold back, Emma, tell me how you really feel.”

  She giggled, “You get the point though. I am who I am, and I work passionately to improve life on this Earth, through various breakthroughs, health care, and even entertainment, though that last is Mia’s idea. She thinks it will make people more willing to adopt the medical part of the technology, if they can check Facebook at work in a virtual overlay no one else can see, or even trace since they’ll always be connected to their home network. Take me or leave me. I’m not purposefully rude, or ever mean, I just don’t have a use for most social constructs. I say what I mean.”

  Yeah, and I could order her to do exactly that, but I never would.

  “Jeans at work?”

  She shrugged, “I actually don’t mind a dress, and I’m loving wearing this skirt for you, but I’m out of my office and in the labs several times a day, and jeans are just more comfortable. Especially when it comes time to put on an environmental suit, a dress doesn’t work for that. I don’t work with dangerous diseases, but I don’t want to spread our nanites in testing around, you know?”

  “That makes a lot of sense. How close are you to AG, not that I’m obsessed with the flying car idea, or anything?” I asked curiously.

  She smiled over at me, “It works on paper. As you know, in engineering, going from the chalkboard to practical reveals issues, be it tolerances, energy loss, and things of that nature. We’re actually closer to that than the multi-system entertainment and Biomed-nanite swarm, if only because we don’t have to jump through ten years of hoops to get FDA approval.”

  “FTL?”

  She looked around, as if to search for eavesdroppers, and then winked saucily, “We just need to build the ship.”

  “What? Really?” I asked in shock.

  She nodded, “It’s actually easy, once we figured out how, but our priorities have been on improving this planet, and you of course, not exploring the stars. It works similarly to how warp drive does on Star Trek, it creates a bent bubble of space-time around the ship, a subspace pocket if you will, that will put the ship outside of our universe. We kind of skip over normal space, which takes us out of the Einsteinian universe and its light speed limitations. Not exactly mind you, Star Trek warp drives are just fiction, but the real science loosely fits the same idea. Of course, to build a ship that does FTL we need that AG first, or us going to light speeds would turn us into pancakes on the hull.”

  She shrugged, “But we know enough to send an unmanned probe to another star now, if we built it. Humans know a lot more than they know they do, we’re just very good at taking a whole lot of little things from a lot of different people and labs, and then putting it together. How’s the car?”

  “Handles like a dream, and it feel solid. I love it.”

  I pulled over near Lincoln Park, and she looked up in surprise.

  “The park?”

  I just winked, and then got out. I took her hand as she got out, and then walked over to the limo, and slapped the trunk. The driver popped it, and I grabbed the backpack out of it. Extravagant use of the limo perhaps, to drop off our lunch, but I’d gotten Lia’s help on it and she promised not to clue Emma in on the surprise.

  She looked curious, horny, and a bit bemused, but she didn’t ask as I led her into the park. They’d told me she liked nature, and being outside, and it was also my second attempt at semi-privacy in public if my car lot idea fell through. It wasn’t hard to find an isolated spot, and it was warm enough out for the time of year but still cool enough not many people were around.

  I opened the backpack and pulled out a blanket, and I unfolded it and laid it down.

  She smirked, and then knelt down on the blanket before sitting back on her feet, as I pulled out some sandwiches, bottles of water, and a plastic covered bowl of strawberries.

  She teasingly opened her legs a small amount, when I sat across from her, and the short skirt and no panties gave me a hell of a view of her glistening pussy. She had a naughty, teasing, and challenging look on her face, as if daring me to ravish her right there. Fuck, she was so hot, and if we weren’t in public I’d have already been buried balls deep, as it was being in public just made the possibility of doing it anyway even more tempting and delicious.

  My heart raced with anticipation, desire, and an anxiety at the idea of getting caught.

  She was just as excited and practically humming in breathless anticipation, it was her kink, and I was starting to believe I may have shared it. I wasn’t positive though, it could have just been her, and how erotically tempting she was.

  “This is a nice surprise,” she said sultrily, “Not needed, but appreciated.”

  I leaned forward on one hand, and stole a lingering and hot kiss, before handing her a sandwich.

  Her midnight hair shone in the midday sun, and her gray eyes were full of a sultry lust and adoration as she unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. She was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as I started eating my own sandwich. Her flirting was even a tiny bit subtle, she kept slightly moving to show me only brief alluring flashes of the place I wanted to be buried in.

/>   Fuck it, she was driving me crazy, and when I looked around I didn’t see anyone.

  I reached out and grabbed her legs, and then pulled her toward me. Her skirt rode up onto her upper thighs, as she slid across the blanket and onto my lap with her legs parted around me.

  She kissed me with a hungry aggressive passion that took my breath away, and my cock strained against its confinement as we moaned into one another’s mouths. She felt so good on my lap, and in my arms, as my hands feverishly explored the exposed skin of her legs, thighs, waist and lower back where I played with her hair too. I also took teasingly short trips underneath her half shirt with my fingertips, to explore that flesh as well.

  “Paul,” she said in a sultry and desperately begging tone.

  “Take it out.”

  She didn’t ask what I’d meant, and she had me unzipped and my cock out in seconds. She ground herself against it, leaving a trail of silken liquid arousal along the bottom of my length.

  I moaned, “Fuck, you’re so hot, beautiful, and wild.”

  She reached down and pulled my cock away from my stomach, it was fully extended already, had been hard the last half an hour. She looked around us with a desperate look on her exotically beautiful face, then rose up, lined herself up, and then gasped in pleasure and pain as she lowered herself down, impaling herself.

  I moaned, as my sensitive cock was slowly buried in her hot and wet, silken flesh.

  She started to wiggle, and bounce slightly and subtly, and I sank into her a centimeter at a time as she rocked her body until ours met. She kissed me hard, and in that moment even then the risk was minimal from a distance, it looked like we were just kissing, with her sitting on my lap.

  Then she gasped, as I pushed up her shirt, and teased her D cups with my hands.

  “Tell me how you like it.”

  She gasped, “Rough, maul them, pinch them, squeeze them, and pull them.”

  I grabbed her underwire, and pulled up, and her breasts popped out and her nipples hardened at the slightly cool air. She started to rock on me faster, her pussy was incredibly tight, and she could make it much tighter, as she squeezed around me. It felt like heaven.

  There was also an incredible naughty thrill to it, her tits were out, and I was sucking and biting one nipple, while another was pinched and pulled by thumb and forefinger, plus she was really bouncing on my cock at that point, she’d given up on the subtle grinding. If anyone passed by, or left the nearby trail, there was no way they’d mistake what we were doing right there in the park.

  “Paul, fuck, you’re as big as they promised.”

  Then she started to twerk her hips firmly and fast, there was no other words to describe it, except that she was fucking my brains out. The euphoria turned my mind inside out, made my heart race faster, and stole gasps and moans from my mouth.

  I’d known she was wild, but I hadn’t really, not until that moment and what happened next. So far, it’d just been a hard fucking, similar to the hard fucking I’d given Mia yesterday, and Lia the day before against my front door. Just… with our clothes mostly on and in public.

  “Fuck, Paul, cover my mouth…” she demanded breathlessly.

  I kissed her hard, abandoning her bountiful and quite supple and proud D cups. Her tits were a work of art, perfectly rounded, almost pert despite the size, and so soft at the same time. She had the largest of them all, of the four. I loved all sizes, but hers were something special. They crushed against my chest, and her bouncing body dragged her hard nipples along my chest which I felt right through the thin shirt I had on.

  She was passionate, threw herself into it aggressively, in a wild, wanton, balls to the wall fashion. She put her whole self into it as she fucked down onto me, and she kissed me sloppily and wildly as our bodies moved together.

  The kiss also happened to muffle her wild screams and loud enthusiastic keens of pleasure, which was why she’d asked me to cover her mouth, she simply couldn’t stifle herself which I found beyond hot, and I grabbed her hips to steady her trembling and bucking body as she came undone and flooded my cock with her liquid satisfaction. She went wild on me, both vocally and as her body trembled, twitched, and bucked, and that destroyed my control, especially after we’d been teasing each other non-stop the last two hours.

  “Emma,” I warned urgently.

  My warning apparently turned her on, and even strengthened her orgasm, as her pussy squeezed me like a vice, and convulsed hard, which took the last of my control, and I exploded up inside of her, filling her womb with my offering. Perhaps she’d even rolled into a second more powerful orgasm, I wasn’t positive.

  Fuck, it felt incredible, our kiss was beyond sloppy as I grunted and moaned into her mouth. I had no motor control at all, and all that existed for me in that moment was the feeling of her warm body around me, on me, and in my arms. Her sweet feminine scent and the stark scent of our sex, and last but not least the euphoric bliss that took my body by storm, as pulse after pulse of my seed shot into that tight, wet, and warm paradise.

  Nothing else existed for an endlessly short moment.

  When we came down, we both surreptitiously looked around. I felt a surge of relief no one had seen, and at the same time a strange thrill mixed with disappointment that we hadn’t been seen.

  She giggled wickedly, and her pussy tightened around me again, “That… was better than I’d imagined possible, and was worth the wait.”

  “My cock, or the outside thing?”

  She laughed, “Both, so I hope we do this again. Although, when I said that I was thinking about us, and your fat cock filling me perfectly.”

  I fixed her bra, and pulled down her shirt, and then claimed a lingering kiss.

  She snickered, and I raised an eyebrow.

  “The hem of my skirt, and your shorts, are soaked.”

  “Yeah, do all four of you squirt like that? Not that I’m complaining, its hot, and I love that I can bring you that much pleasure.”

  She bit her lip, and then nodded.

  I’d noticed that yesterday, and the day before, Lia and Mia had come a lot, more than any other women I’d been with before. Natural silken lubrication wasn’t an issue.

  She said, “We’re all multi-orgasmic too, didn’t Lia explain that. We all have high libidos, and bodies designed to please you, not to mention we ourselves, our hearts and minds, want to pleasure you.”

  That… was hot, and fucked up at the same time, but it was what it was. It also meant the pleasure went both ways, so I was more than okay and even happy with that part of it.

  She smiled, as if reading my mind, “Trust me, master, the pleasure was all mine.”

  I laughed, “No, it wasn’t, but that’s good to know.”

  I reached into the backpack, and I pulled out a hand towel and small package of feminine wet wipes.

  Her eyes widened, and then she kind of melted.

  I shrugged a bit uncomfortably as I held her a moment, was it that big a deal? It made me a bit uncomfortable, that such a simple even if thoughtful gesture made her melt like that. Or, maybe it was simply because I didn’t love her back yet, I liked her, cared about her, and wanted to know everything about her, but I didn’t love her.

  Not yet at least.

  We cleaned up quickly, and while my shorts were a bit damp it wasn’t too bad. I was already looking forward to getting her home. It’d been a wild thing, risky and a nice warm up, but I wasn’t nearly done with loving and intimately learning about every inch of her sinfully supple and curvy body.

  It was later in the afternoon, when the sounds of slapping flesh as our bodies slammed together again and again, filled the bedroom. I was taking her hard and fast, doggie style. Usually I couldn’t last all that long in that position, I was getting so deep, and she was bucking back against me just as hard, adding a subtle grind and squeeze every time our flesh came together.

  She’d cum undone for me countless times, milked and squeezed my cock as she convulsed around me and he
r body demanded my seed. Then she’d recover and go back to bucking back into me in perfect synchronization.

  The only reason I was holding out so long was because it was our fifth round of the day. After the park we’d gone home, and I’d taken her missionary style hard and fast, with her legs pinned over my shoulders. Then she’d made slow and languid love to me, riding me, with soft circles and deliciously slow grinds. That’d gone on at least a half an hour, before she’d finally finished me off by bouncing like a rabbit and fucking the sperm out of me.

  The fourth time, I’d taken her against the wall in the shower, before we cleaned up for oral explorations back in bed, which culminated in me taking her hard and fast in the doggie style position. It felt fucking incredible. More than that, we were sideways on the bed, facing the dresser, or more importantly the mirror over the dresser. Each time I slammed into her I could not only see her deliciously juicy and supple ass shake violently, but in the mirror, I could watch her bountiful D cup breasts hang, shake, and sway violently with our bodies’ hard and fast movements.

  Last, but certainly not least, and perhaps the most intense, we were able to lock our eyes together through the mirror as I pulled her hair, arched her back, and raised her head as I fucked her mercilessly from behind. The sounds of our bodies slapping together were also joined by the slapping sounds of my hand turning her ass red, which she loved, and got off on hard. Not to mention the sweet sounds of pleasure that fell from her lips.

  Of course, we’d talked a lot more too, and I’d just held her a lot, between rounds as we recovered. We hadn’t just fucked all day, even if we did eagerly and often pleasure each other. I felt a lot closer to Emma after our day together, and I had a better understanding of her attitudes and her work days. I felt like the only one I truly didn’t know yet was Bellona, and we had our date day tomorrow for that.