by Audrey Drake
And then, at last he stopped.
Rolled over.
Chasidy waited for the words she'd so desperately dreaded hearing this entire time.
“I need to go into work.”
“Of course,” she said sweetly, but thought it with a healthy degree of spite weighing down the words.
Dating a rich playboy had not quite lived up to some of the expectations that a well-known erotic novel had led Chasidy to believe to be true.
Their sex, of course, was great. No, not great. Mind-blowing. Skin-turning. Spine-bending. Anatomical-noun-verbing.
And yeah, the money was nice. Very nice, in fact.
And as for personality, Dalton and Chasidy were very much a perfect match. Not perfectly similar, but different in just such a way as to be complementary, each knowing precisely what the other wanted in nearly every regard, finishing one another's sentences, knowing one another's thoughts.
But the simple, fundamental fact remained that Dalton could commit far less time to her than either of them wished. His fortune had come to him at the cost of almost every minute of his free time- a wrong Dalton assured her he would right at some point in the future- but for now consumed him almost entirely with work, leaving trysts like this with his beloved girlfriend scarce and infrequent to say the least.
This would be the last time for days Chasidy would get what she needed out of this man's voluptuous cock.
Not twenty minutes after they'd finished fucking Dalton was showered and out of the apartment, leaving Chasidy in a state of sweaty collapse with her thoughts.
Her loins were already beginning to burn for his return to her- not so much because she felt much need for more sex after that incredible performance, but because she knew the space there would remain unfilled for days now before receiving such satisfaction again.
She pondered...
I wish there was a way I could get some action on the side. I mean, he probably does and doesn't tell me about it, but still... We've never really established being in any sort of open relationship, and I'm afraid that even suggesting it to him could lead to me being kicked out on my ass for it... Which would be bad for a number of reasons... And I obviously can't just cheat on him with another guy...
And then she recalled that she was bisexual, or at least that she had been before gradually settling into a pattern of exclusively dating well-hung men. The thought of something on the side with a member of her own sex suddenly made her shimmer between the legs, confirming that this long-dormant tendency was indeed still alive and well.
...But on the other hand, Dalton would probably cream his pants on the spot if he came upon me naked in bed with another woman...
It seemed like a safe enough bet. Sex and companionship on the side plus the added benefit of thrilling her boyfriend- not to mention the imagined prospect of an eventual threesome- seemed sufficient in making this a risk worth taking.
Suddenly excited about this new prospect, Chasidy showered and dressed, washing away the recent visual signs of her heterosexuality, and stepped out onto the busy city streets to scout for lesbians.
By chance, the solution that presented itself as she walked amongst the crowd proved to be far, far more intoxicating...
Chapter Three
Erobots. The latest and most sensual offering from Erotech Industries. These lifelike, cybernet-xxx specimens are guaranteed to fulfill even your deepest and darkest fantasies, offering levels of pleasure previously inaccessible to purely human touch. Available in several distinctive male and female models, including Elekktracutie, Robo-Cock, PussyKat, and XXXL. On sale now at Macy's.
Chasidy almost missed the massive, holographic billboard that would end up changing her entire sex life. Like all people in the future, she in fact tended to miss almost everything that wasn't two inches away from her eyeballs in imagined space. Wearing an e-Specs headset she currently had most of the world blocked out, with two of her favorite bands blaring loud in each of her ears, a screen split in two into two tiny and separate mobile games over her left eye, and a constant stream of hardcore porn playing in front of her right eye. Most people who wore headsets in the future tended to always have porn streaming in front of at least one eye at any given moment. In fact, a branch of porn had come into being inspired by this trend, wherein porn actors and actresses wore headsets of their own during their scenes, and audience members got to witness both the film star's own glorious depravity and that of another group or groups within their headsets. This of course could become confusing in a hurry, as the performers being watched through this first set of performers' headsets often wore headsets of their own. So it was not at all uncommon for one group having sex to be watching another group having sex, that second group having sex watching a third group having sex, the third group watching a fourth, and so on and so forth up to hundreds of levels of beautiful fornicators watching one another fuck, eventually making it all the way back to that first group of voyeuristic fuckers. Porn enthusiasts eventually grew to refer to this phenomenon as Mind-fucking, and eventually Premium Channels began to synchronize their Mind-fucks in a way that was astonishing to behold. Orgasms were timed to precisely the right moment, so that when one couple or group would begin to climax the remainder of them did as well. The audience would be quickly zoomed through the multitude of screens in sequence, so that a shot of a rigid cock shooting into a moaning throat would expand into someone else's pussy squirting into the camera, which would then expand into a double penetration erupting in streams from someone else's respective orifices, etc., etc., etc., so on and so forth. It was more or less acknowledged by porn viewers that no one really enjoyed watching Mind-fucks, because frankly they became confusing, disorienting, and almost too disgusting for anyone to enjoy. But people watched them anyway, because their pseudo-intellectual selves kept telling one another that what they were seeing was basically the pinnacle of interconnected human sexuality, and that the only reason they didn't enjoy watching them was because they simply hadn't adapted enough yet to full appreciate what was surely the way of the future. They would come around in time, and until then they would just keep watching them and pretend like they enjoyed it.
Interestingly, it was debatable whether anyone had yet to get themselves off from watching Mind-fuck porn, because the confusion and sheer messiness of the ordeal had a habit of causing men to lose their erections, and women to dry up as parched as the Sahara Desert (and much of the world that had since dried out to equivalent levels, courtesy of global warming.)
At any rate, the young man who bumped into Chasidy, thereby knocking off her headset and making her temporarily vulnerable to the influence of the outside world, was more than likely watching Mind-fuck porn as he did so, as he seemed to be walking around frantically in circles, unsure of what was going on or what the hell he should be doing, and Chasidy felt his penis go from thick to flaccid quite suddenly through his jeans as he absentmindedly bumped into her.
“Hey! Watch it you piece of shit motherfucker cunt-faced titty licking asshole pussy wipe bitch cunt!” the young boy shouted at her upon their collision. This was of course how future strangers spoke to one another in the event of a collision.
“Go to hell,” apologized Chasidy. As a member of the bourgeoisie class, she tried to limit herself to the milder profanities in her dealings with others.
And karma rewarded her for her mildness, because as she was picking up her jostled away headset from the ground, she chanced a view of the billboard, that would lead to the most exciting and wonderful purchase of her entire life.
Erobots.
Of course! It was perfect!
This, Chasidy thought, was the answer to all of her problems. This right here. It was all the carnal delight of having a man pounding her between the legs, but without any of the emotional attachment or stigma of infidelity of a real relationship. It was perfect!
Whipping Dalton's credit card out of its holster she hustled her way toward this miracle on 34th street, deba
ting in her head whether to go for Robo-Cock or XXXL.
The nice clerks at Macy's had discreetly wrapped Chasidy's purchase for her, which in this case meant putting clothing on him so that he didn't have to prance naked around New York City on the way home. Which, of course, would have been nothing to think twice about these days, but it was still better not to attract more attention than necessary when purchasing a sex toy. She'd decided to go with the XXXL model, and from the brief glimpse she'd caught of his package before they wrapped it up for her, she could tell that it's namesake was more than well-deserved. She couldn't wait to get this thing inside of her.
She debated, and then eventually decided on making small talk with him/it during their way home on the subway.
“So, um... I'm Chasidy... Do you have a name?”
“Liam.”
“Ah, Liam. I see... So, um... Liam... What's it like being a robot?”
“I wouldn't know. I've never been anything else to compare it to.”
“Oh... Well, I guess what I mean is, like... Do you have feelings and all that shit? Or do you just exist for sex, and that's as far as it goes?”
He looked at her for a moment, as lifelike as the advertisements had made him out to be, and at last he answered: “Human beings exist primarily for sex. Is it fitting that I should ask you the same question?”
Chasidy blinked. “Um...”
“Nah I'm just kidding you,” he laughed. “All I ever think about is fucking. I'm actually thinking about it right now, in fact. Do you want to fuck?”
“Um... Probably not right here, no.”
“Why not? I want to fuck.”
“Yes but, see... Um... We humans have rules about...”
“Nah, I'm only joking again. Lighten up sweetheart. The people who programmed me knew what they were doing. I know exactly what you want and how to give it to you, and all the other stuff is nothing you need to worry about. Trust me. That's what they made me for.”
She smiled. At least he had a sense of humour. For all the potential awkwardness she'd thought could ensue from this, it was beginning to seem like this may end up largely progressing without a hitch.
They were silent for a while, Chasidy thinking, Liam processing. After a while she leaned over and said quietly, “Tell me all the things you want to do to me when we get home.”
Liam thought for a moment, then leaned back over to whisper the requested list into Chasidy's ear. By the time he had finished, Chasidy's face was nearly red enough to match the lipstick she wore. “Can't this thing go any faster?” she asked, looking frantically around the train car.
At long last, Chasidy and her new toy had made it back to the apartment. She felt her body shaking with anticipation for what was about to come, her hands trembling as she tried to put her key into the lock. “Allow me,” said Liam, and slid it in with sightless precision, unlocking the door and sliding it cooly open.
“Um... Thanks,” she said, and felt herself becoming painfully bashful for someone interacting with a machine.
He slowly closed the door behind them as they stepped inside, clicking shut the lock.
Chasidy gulped.
“Are you ready for me?”
“I... Yes I think so...”
“Have you ever been with a robot before?”
“No, no I haven't...”
“I think you'll like it,” he said, and he pressed his hand gently against Chasidy's still-pink cheek. She was surprised to find his touch warm, as warm as a human's in fact, as though blood somehow flowed through his circuits, as though some not-electronic heartbeat existed below the clockwork parts of his anatomy.
“I think maybe you're right...” she whispered.
To Be Continued…
A Secret New Toy: Leisurely Lust
Chapter One
Chasidy felt a warm, almost human hand sliding gently across her cheek.
Currently, she stood mere moments away from losing her robotic-virginity to a newly purchased sex machine, an XXXL Erobot named Liam. Not wanting to be unfaithful, she'd purchased this slick piece of equipment to compensate for an oft-absent boyfriend on his days away, and was now shuddering at the waist at the prospect of being bedded by this perfect machinery. She was astonished at how near-human he seemed, as though blood ran through his veins as opposed to merely electrical currents, as though the hum of his anatomy could just as easily be swapped for a heartbeat...
As though his exquisitely designed XXXL cock was as real and as lethal as her boyfriend's... And possibly more so...
“Don't be afraid,” said Liam, caressing her gently, though afraid wasn't quite what Chasidy was feeling at the moment. More like shy, aroused, confused, guilty, and downright impatient for him to plough into her in order to relieve the suspense, not to mention blind her to these other conflicting emotions.
“I'm not,” she said honestly, “It's just...”
He put a finger to her lips, stopping her.
“You don't have to explain a thing to me,” he whispered.
Gently, very slowly, he leaned in, and kissed her.
And what a kiss it was.
Kissing a robot was like all the passion of doing so with another human being. All the heat, all the moisture, all the brilliant chemical reactions that made it so wonderful. It was all that, and it was more. It was a pleasant, all-encompassing warming sensation that seemed to overtake her entire body. It was the unexpected crackling of electrical currents through her lips and setting her alight in all the right ways, causing her eyes to dilate, her pulse to quicken, her nipples to harden beneath her blouse.
She gasped, and had to pull away, laughing in disbelief. Liam smiled.
“Well?” he asked.
“You make a good first impression,” said Chasidy, still breathless, and a little taken aback by the sensation.
“I think I should show you more,” said Liam.
“I agree.”
So he did.
They kissed again, as lovers kiss. Long, slow, passionate gulps of one another's flesh, lips dragging across one another, tongues interacting, nibbling on one another with designs of consumption. The warmth and the exchange of currents were more intense this time, though she now knew to expect them, and instead of making her draw away it were as though she was locked onto him, magnetized fixedly into place, unable to think of anything in the world but this kiss.
Her body trembled.
He placed his hands tenderly onto her fully clothed breasts, inundating them with the same electrical current that was flowing through her lips. She had to pull her head away this time, her lips quivering, light, birdlike chirps being evoked. “Eh... Eh... Eh...”
She could honestly say she had never experienced anything quite like this before.
Her body felt simultaneously numb and hypersensitive, every nerve ending lit up, waves of pleasure emanating from her aroused and succulent breasts. As though she would starve if deprived of his kiss any longer she dove back into him, leeching onto his face for life support.
Even the best expectations she had had of this were being shattered right and left.
At last the two of them separated, Liam looking her devilishly in the eyes, smiling seductively only inches away from her face.
“Technology is amazing,” she whispered, panting and out of breath.
“Would you like to see more?” Liam asked.
Chasidy nodded, scarcely even able to fathom that this was still foreplay, that the main acts of lovemaking had yet to occur.
Liam stepped back, not tearing his eyes away from her own for an instant. He brought his thick arms to his waist, peeling the thin shirt he wore up over his head, and Chasidy swooned at the sliding of the fabric across the contours of his manufactured musculature.
A perfectly simulated perfect body.
Perfect pectoral muscles, astonishing abdominals, the mouth-watering v-line of Adonis muscles, pointing her to the treasure down below which she desired so desperately. She stared at the bulge i
n his jeans and her knees began to shake, and she thought she might jump him outright as he peeled these off as well, leaving him standing there facing her in nothing but a skimpy black thong, his package profusely overwhelming the tensile strength of the sleek, silken fabric.
“God...” she muttered, unable to find any other words, but simply staring at his chiselled perfection in astonishment. He stepped back over to her, pulling her close to him, so that she could feel the heat emanating from his perfect, impeccable flesh. She ran an index finger dazedly across his chest, feeling his energy crackling through even her smallest digits as she did so. She looked up at him, like a child who receives far more presents than she'd expected for her birthday, and seemed to ask with her eyes, Is all this for me? He returned a knowing smile that read, I knew you would like it. She extended her entire palm across one of his pecks, and could not curb her curiosity... She leaned in close to his chest, feeling a few strands of hair begin to stand on end as she neared him, and pressed her ear to the spot where a heartbeat should be.
There was, of course, none.
Only the perfect, steady, unending chant of an electrical hum.
He placed a hand on her head, sending more of her hair standing upright, and lifted her gently back from him, eager to avoid her spoiling the illusion by becoming too literal.
“Come on,” he whispered, “I think you're overdressed for the occasion.”
She savoured the running of his hands across her slick, already sweating body.
With relish he peeled away her modesty, pulling her blouse up over her head, careful to graze his hand up along every curve of her body as he did so, loving the way her gold necklace clung to the fabric as it left her form, and then settled gently back onto her breasts as he cast the article aside. She loved the way he looked at her, sizing her up for penetration, imagining his eyes scanning her contours like terrain. She gasped, was almost taken aback when she felt his hands run up inside her skirt, caressing her thighs, coming teasingly close to her womanhood, but abating, pulling back out instead, and bringing with them the thin wisp of the thong panties she wore, sloshing them effortlessly down her legs like water. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, kicking them playfully to the side.