Dahlia- Birth of an AI

by D. R. Rosier

  There was nothing sweet about her in that moment, just hungry, passionate, and needy as we gasped into each other’s mouths, and started to strip our clothes off with a purpose. It was hot, because I actually felt a little hunted, with the hungry look of lust and devotion in her eyes.

  She sighed in desire, and made sounds of pleasure and need, louder and more often as I squeezed her flesh and explored her body more firmly. Not roughly, but she was obviously very into the idea of being possessed by me, controlled by me.

  It didn’t take us long to strip down, and I groaned into her mouth when I moved my hands down her back and onto her ass for the first time. Her sexy and supple petite bubbled ass felt better in my hands than I’d imagined, and she eagerly ground her body against mine and gasped into my mouth as I squeezed that firm supple flesh tightly.

  Her firm C cups were mashed and pressed against my chest, and we were both breathless as we devoured each other’s lips, and I picked her up by her ass cheeks and set her down on the bed. Her legs wrapped around me firmly, as if loath for me to get away from her, and she hung from below me and ground her heat against my cock, as I crawled into the bed on top of her. Literally crawling both of us closer to the center of the bed as she clung to me.

  She said in her usual sweet voice, but with more than a little breathiness, “Master, make me yours.”

  I whispered, “You are so sexy, so beautiful, you make my heart ache with need Bell. You are mine.”

  She smiled almost shyly at that, and her heart was in her eyes as I lined myself up. Her pussy was a light pink contrast to her fair skin, and her mound was gorgeous, petite, and perfect like the rest of her.

  She sighed in pleasure, as I rubbed my cock up and down her moist silken labia to gather lubrication on the head of my cock. She was as wet for me as the others had been, and I lined up and looked deeply into her eyes as I sheathed my cock into her silken paradise for the first time. It was like entering heaven.

  “Fuck, you are so tight, so perfect, Bell. My sweet naughty Bell.”

  Her eyes widened, and she teared up as she looked up into my eyes worshipfully. I was mostly used to that by now, happy tears at my compliments and warm regard while in bed, it almost felt normal and natural as I continued to stare deeply into her eyes, and I softly and slowly rocked my body until all eight inches of my thick cock disappeared into her tight lithe body.

  She felt like heaven, so hot, wet, and tight around me, the friction of her silken walls was pure sinful pleasure as she squeezed, convulsed, and slowly got used to my invasion. She ground up into me, her hands caressing my chest lightly, while she squeezed tightly around me. Her breathy gasp of bliss, and the naked look of worshipful joy in her eyes at having me inside of her, went straight to my libido.

  I knew I wasn’t that lovable, and I wasn’t taking it, them, for granted. I was still blown away by that look they all had in common, and how they saw me, but it wasn’t quite so shocking anymore either. It even felt natural to a certain extent, which ironically perhaps, bothered me in a different way, even as it turned me on beyond belief.

  I couldn’t think about it in that moment though, there was too much pleasure which addled my mind, and I started to rock my body in and out of her. At first, my strokes were short and gentle, just in case she wasn’t ready despite her earlier grind. I slowly lengthened and strengthened my strokes, until a short time later I was long stroking into her petite sexy body with my full length. I kept my eyes on hers, mesmerized, but also didn’t fail to notice and greatly appreciate her violently bouncing and shaking C cups.

  “Master!” she gasped out a short time later, which told me she’d been wound up for sex more than I’d been, but then I didn’t consider laser tag to be foreplay. Her core tightened around me, as her body trembled below me, and she absolutely sprayed her liquid satisfaction all over my cock, balls, and thighs. She didn’t squirt like the others, she squirted like a fucking porn star.

  “Fuck, Bell,” I groaned, as my eyes rolled back into my head, the euphoric pleasure her body engendered in mine was unbelievable, and her squirt, trembling body, grasping pussy, and shaking breasts, not to mention the intense loving devotion in her eyes, drove me to distraction. All of that was overwhelming, but I managed to hold on through her rapturous bliss, and just kept long stroking her to extend her bliss.

  Her face was a study in indulgent and gratified pleasure, and as she recovered she arched her back and started to impale herself up onto me, as I stroked into her warm accepting flesh. We moved in synchronicity, in a rhythm as old as time, and her body’s pleasures were overwhelming. She made sweet sound of pleasure, literally sweet, as she surrendered her body to me eagerly and willingly.

  I was drilling her hard and fast by then, and the liquid satiny friction was pure heaven, we were hardly making love. Yet, we also were, with our eyes, her soft touch and strokes on my chest were a startling and powerful counterpoint to the way we rutted our sexes together, and the sweet loving surrender in her eyes belied the harshness of our fierce and wild coupling.

  There was no more doubt in my mind that Bellona was sweet and loving in bed, but she also craved a lot more than that as well. Me being firm with her and taking control for one. I couldn’t wait to learn all of her body’s mysteries, and what pleased her.

  “Cum in me, make me yours, Master,” she begged in a sweet voice, right before she went into second mind-bending and far more powerful orgasm. Her petite body trembled powerfully and twitched violently below me, as her pussy convulsed and milked my cock, squeezed it just short of painfully, as her voice cried out in ecstasy and then cut off in a silent scream of pleasure.

  It was all too much, her sex, her body, the love, lust, pleasure, and loving devotion in her eyes, the way her look begged me for my sperm, begged me to fill her and claim her with my cum. I lost control, and I breathed her name like a prayer as I felt my balls tingle, and felt my legs go numb.

  “Bellona.”

  I grunted at the wave of ecstatic bliss that rolled through me, as I pulsed my seed into her for the first time. It was so intense, as we rode the heights of pleasure together with our eyes locked together. I felt both vulnerable, and a deep need to protect the precious woman beneath me, who had just fucking blown my mind.

  The rapturous pleasure went on for an eternity, as I filled her with pulse after pulse, but lasted far too short a time as we both unwillingly came back to Earth.

  I caressed her face, and then wordlessly kissed her softly, lingeringly, and the soft loving sigh that fell from her lips into my mouth went straight to my heart. I pulled out slowly, and then rolled to the side as I pulled her against me. Her petite sexy body fit perfectly, and her warm nubile body was more than just pleasant against mine.

  “Bell?”

  “Yes, master?” she asked in a sweet voice.

  “You call me master a lot more than the others, and only Paul when we were in public, or that one time you used my full name.”

  She smiled lightly, and kissed my chest, “I am yours. I can call you Paul if that bothers you. The others… they were afraid they’d overwhelm you with it all, we all know you aren’t perfectly comfortable with the concept that we all love and belong to you. We also know you like the fact you’ve deepened the love all of us hold for you more naturally, through respect and admiration.”

  “That wasn’t really an answer.”

  She giggled, “I suppose not. How about, because I can’t help myself? Emma is wild, Mia likes to be controlled and to submit, I’m gentle in bed, and Lia is a bit more complicated that way. That is, when we’re together taking care of each other. But, we’ve all discovered new things about ourselves after going to bed with you. It’s different with you. You are master, for all of us, the others just don’t say it as often.”

  I pondered that a second.

  “And, you say it more because you can’t help yourself?”

  She nodded, “Exactly. Maybe it’s that sweet and loving part of me, I just have
to express myself to you in that way, surrender myself, submit to you, and tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. My heart and mind burst with the need to tell you, with my body, my touch, my words, and in calling you master. I almost did it twice in front of that couple at the laser tag place, but I would never want to embarrass you.”

  I sighed, so much for feeling comfortable with all of this, at the same time it turned me on more than a little bit. Which… just proved I was still a shallow asshole after all, at least partially. But… wasn’t everyone? To one extent or another? It also explained why she liked a firm and insistent touch from me, and me taking her decisively, when she didn’t with the others. It was the need to submit and surrender to me, which fed into and informed her sexual desires. She didn’t and wouldn’t feel that need to submit with the other ladies, when they were together, so her primary sexual desire to be soft and loving came out without the influence of those other needs.

  Or something, I was hardly a psychologist, I was just trying to understand the women in my life. It sounded right though. It also explained how Mia liked making love with me, and all the others. Either way, our sex lives would be a lot more diverse than they’d suspected originally, which was a good thing. In the end, I supposed it didn’t matter, all I needed and wanted to do was explore Bellona’s sweet body, figure out what she liked, and stick to the stuff she liked.

  “Call me whatever you want to, just like you can touch me whenever you want. I don’t want you or the others afraid to be yourselves around me, or to express yourselves honestly. That’s important.”

  Bellona asked, “It doesn’t bother you? I think they don’t say it because they’re afraid of scaring you off. I… don’t believe you’d leave us. I see it in your eyes, and the way you treat us.”

  I shrugged, “It twinges my conscience, but at the same time it’s a huge turn on, so I’ll survive. I also liked the way you teased me earlier, sometimes to serve me and bring me pleasure, you have to do things you enjoy and want to do.”

  She nodded, “Playing and banter are important, and fun.”

  I sighed in pleasure, when her hand slipped down my body and took me in hand, and she started to stroke me back to hardness. We exchanged a long lingering breathy kiss, and then I pulled her body on top of mine. That was all the instruction she needed, and in one smooth movement she spread her legs, lined me up, and sunk down impaling herself on my cock.

  She said breathily, “I love your fat cock, master. I feel so full.”

  My cock twitched hard at that, deep inside her soft silken heaven.

  She sighed in pleasure as she squeezed around me tightly, and then ground her body against mine. Her breathy gasp and the look of euphoria on her face as she started to grind in slow and soft circles was mesmerizing.

  I reached up and pinched her nipples, then I pinched them a little harder before I got the sharp pleasure filled gasp I wanted from her lips. It didn’t take long to figure out her breasts weren’t as sensitive as Mia’s, but I couldn’t maul them like I could Emma’s or Lia’s either.

  I started to tease those perfect heart shaped and bountiful breasts, they were much more than a handful, silky smooth, soft, supple, and warm. Her eyes glowed with pleasure as she looked down on me, arched her back, and pushed her breasts insistently and beggingly into my hands. Each time I pinched or pulled lightly on her nipples, her core tightened around my sex and her face lit up with dirty pleasure and sweet pain.

  She started to work me harder, squeezed a little longer, ground a little harder, and rose up slightly between those grinds. The look in her eyes was staggering, the pleasure, lust, warmth and love, and a sweet devotion all took my breath away, as her body gave mine unbelievable pleasure.

  Her fingers dug into the flesh of my chest, and she shuddered and froze for a moment, as a light orgasm riddled through her body. Fuck, she was incredible, and a goddess above me, riding me slowly but also lent a wanton sensuousness to the act that was mind-blowing.

  She sat up straighter as she squeezed around me, arched her back, and then reached behind her. She ground and bounced lightly and shallowly, as she palmed and softly squeezed my balls. It was in a word, intense.

  “Fuck, Bell, that’s amazing.”

  She just smiled down at me in response, and then winked.

  That went on for a long time, and I watched her cum for me, on me, all over me, time and time again as she pleased, teased, and loved me from above. She made love to me. Not only did her hand on my balls feel amazing, but she was able to gauge me, and keep me right on the edge of bliss for a long ass time.

  It was almost torturous, but at the same time it was far more pleasure than I’d ever felt before. My whole body felt like a live wire that could explode with a single touch.

  Then her eyes begged me for my seed, as she said, “Fill me, master, please. I need it.”

  Then she started to twerk her hips and bounce hard and fast, the instant rise of intensity in the euphoric waves I felt from the wet silken friction was mind blowing, and it was maybe thirty seconds later that I grunted, gripped her hips hard, and pushed up into her firmly as I emptied my balls into her sex for the second time that day.

  She went over for me seconds later, as I pulsed inside of her. Our liquid pleasure mixed, as she sprayed my body once again. I’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had, verse my two. That was fine though, I loved getting my ladies off, and seeing them drowning in pleasure.

  That was another thing they all had in common, my orgasms triggered theirs, as if in reward for them being a good servant and getting me off. They literally got off on my pleasure, which was heady.

  When she came down, she collapsed forward, and claimed a sweet kiss that turned a little mischievous, as she sucked and nipped my bottom lip.

  She sighed in satisfaction, as I caressed her back and played with her hair. I was in no hurry to leave her body, or to have her get off me.

  She said dreamily, “Thank you for your seed, master.”

  Then she giggled, when she felt my flagging cock twitch.

  I spanked her, lightly, “Spritely minx.”

  She bit her lip, and then nodded in agreement.

  I asked, “How about a shower, and then lunch.”

  Then I planned to explore every inch of her supple nubile body with my fingertips, lips, and tongue, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. That kind of thing had to be post shower, especially when I explored that beautiful and sexy petite bubbled ass of hers. My mouth watered at the thought. I was also looking forward to the idea of seeing her sweet mischievous face between my legs, and my cock disappearing into her perfect mouth.

  She said, “I could eat, and a shower sounds nice.”

  Not that she’d ever disagree with me, but I figured she wouldn’t lie about being hungry. I ordered room service, then we jumped into the shower. The shower itself was kind of fun as well, and I enjoyed her body under the hot spray.

  It was a bit wicked of me, but I pulled multiples out of her by holding her up and using my fingertips between her legs, and on her breasts. She was… stunning as she came for me often and easily. I wasn’t worried about my own pleasure and didn’t seek it in the shower, that would come later, and I’d been cumming seven or eight times a day the last three days, so I was hardly deprived if I loved on my Bellona a little in the shower.

  Besides, she’d been very eager after lunch, to return the favor.

  We spent the next six hours making love and talking, until it was time to check out and go home for dinner. We chatted, fucked, made love, and even just caressed each other and laid there in each other’s arms.

  Bellona was the sweetest of the four, but she was also the most direct when it came to actions toward me, and quite playful. She was also the only one to really tease me at all, although not the only one to seduce, the others just did it with sultry words and blatant seduction, instead of teasing me past all reason until I took them.

  All in all, it was a hell of a
day, and I felt like I knew all four of them by the end of it. Not all of what they were, certainly not. There were depths to plumb, and they were complicated to be sure, but their basic desires, how to pleasure them the best in bed, and their basic personalities. I thought I had a pretty good handle on it all.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The list was longer than I’d expected when I got to work on Monday morning, but at the same time a lot of it was overlapping. Like three or four of the projects all had synergy with each other, and would be one product at the end, which was all collated and notated in the project’s notes.

  For instance, the multi-function nano cloud was partly stable. They were already able to do the secure spying part, through people’s eyes and ears. The communications part was solid, so was the virtual AR overlay and sound. Of course, none of it had been fully tested yet.

  They were still working on other parts of it though, the deeper immersion with all five senses, and the software porting for various applications from video, audio, to books, to a virtual phone. There were literally thousands of apps to port, and double digits in platform services to port over. I didn’t really change the priorities there, that was their next planned big debut in the world, and as it was they were slowed down because of having to deal with the government for test approvals and the like.

  Still, given the testing process involved, it seemed clear they’d have all that stuff figured out long before they’d be allowed to market it.

  I did slightly increase the priority of AG, plus the priority of a power core of some kind to power it, one that was green. Yes, I wanted my flying car, not to mention an interstellar space ship, but considering the billions if not trillions of dollars such a scientific breakthrough would make the company, it wasn’t a selfish or a bad business decision at all. They were really very close to the breakthrough, and they had gotten it working a few times, but the circuits were finicky and fragile. So far, their record was holding an artificial gravity field for fifteen seconds, before the machine burned out. They were pretty sure it was a power stability issue, the specifications were extremely tight, but they weren’t positive.