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Maddie turned away from the computer abruptly and grabbed the papers out of Renee’s hands. She stood up and pulled Renee close for a hungry kiss. Maddie reached out and released one of Renee’s breasts from the pink robe and caressed it gently with her tongue. She engulfed one whole titty and steadily massaged the other through the robe. Renee helped her by untying the robe and pressing her body against Maddie’s. Maddie grabbed a chunkful of ass with both hands. They sucked lips and licked each other’s necks until Renee tore herself away. She came back with a male blow-up doll.
“Meet Mimbo. I got him at the Kitty Cat.” Rick pressed his ear to the glass, hoping the girls wouldn’t see him.
“Shit,” said Maddie, “his ass is about as heavy as Rick’s!”
“Let’s let him watch us,” Renee giggled and propped Mimbo up in a nearby chair. Maddie sat on the side of the bed sipping another glass of Merlot. Leaning toward her with teasing eyes, Renee got on her knees and whispered up Maddie’s inner thighs. Her locks fell across Maddie’s lap and she buried herself in her sweet, red-lace-draped pussy. Renee yanked the panties aside and plunged fully into Maddie’s nectar. She alternately circled, teased, and sucked her clit hard.
They appeared, to Rick, to know each other’s needs quite well. As Rick watched through the window, Renee lifted Maddie off the edge of the bed so that she could rub her juices into her ass and feel the fullness of Maddie’s body grinding into her face. They moved in a rhythm that Rick had never seen. Renee seemed intoxicated as she held onto Maddie’s hips and waited for her moans of approval. Maddie’s closed eyes, pursed lips, and gentle shudder closed the deal.
“Damn,” Maddie said, after her release. “I wanted to use him on the first round!”
Straddling the chair with Mimbo, Renee eased herself down on him inch by inch, pumping deliberately and controlling the movements. Within seconds, she began to buck wildly on the twelve-inch plastic cock, feeling the ripples of its well-constructed anatomy with each thrust. As she lifted her ass in the air, she kissed him playfully. Looking rejected, Maddie climbed behind her and mashed her tits against Renee, crying, “Don’t forget me!”
“Take off that damn bra,” Renee replied breathlessly, “and let me feel them titties on me. Yeah, like that.”
“Like that?”
“Oooh, put your finger…yeah, girl.… Damn, I needed this. His dick is better than any I ever had. Too bad I can’t get no response out of his fake ass!” Her legs wrapped around Mimbo’s body, Renee came in long, shattering spasms before both women rolled to the floor and out of Rick’s sight.
Rick drank in the lush luck of the moment. Still stunned, he felt armed with an odd sense of relief as he rubbed the cold soda can over his forehead, breathed deeply, and walked back to his car. With his dick in his lap, and no more answers about his wife than he had hours earlier, he moved rhythmically to the beat of the scene that both began and ended his day. He thought, as he stroked his way to release, that his 007 mission was just beginning. He loved what he was learning about his quiet wife. He couldn’t wait to dig even deeper for more.
Lujon 1
Kimberley White
“Welcome home, Madison.” The feminine voice of my household computer greeted me upon body scan recognition.
I stepped inside, still not used to hearing the overly chipper voice that grated on my last nerves. I was a member of the domicile government—didn’t I deserve to have more than standard issue on government-funded housing?
I plopped down in the center of my U-shaped sofa. “Warmer,” I groused at the household computer system.
“Warming to seventy degrees.” She tried to please me as the walls swelled and radiated heat into the room.
Nothing would. I missed Rosie. Rosie was more than a robotic household accessory. Rosie kept me company on lonely nights and made sure I was well fed. I had saved for years to purchase her. A week ago she conked out on me and I couldn’t afford the repairs. The manufacturer promised to make restitution—me being a member of the domicile government and all.
Meaning well, when my parents were approached by the Physician Administrator and asked to select my sex and occupation at six months’ gestation, they condemned me to a life of boredom and seclusion as a female domicile official. Holding office on the middle tier of the domicile government, I lived decently inside the colony but had little power. Working in a noble profession, sitting on the governing body of our colony, I earned only modest wages. The destruction of the ozone layer in 2075 eliminated life outside the pods in most of the United States of America but didn’t alter the need for currency.
It was now unsafe to venture outside the tempered walls without the proper gear. Scientists quickly developed colonies, including everything one would need to live one’s entire life without going outside. Solar energy reproduced day and night; the weather was always sunny—what historians called “summer.”
Unable to stand my household computer’s chirping anymore, I woke early Monday morning and made my way to Robot Depot. I waited at the rail station with a few stragglers. Most were at church or relaxing this early on Resting Day. The railcar came and we few boarded. The rail crossed the expanse of the colony in very little time. The vast expanse of the historic state of Texas, Colony 629, was an intricate network of homes, businesses, hospitals, and schools.
On days when I questioned the meaning of my twenty-seven years in the colony, I wondered what it had been like to live outside it. Television brought images of what the United States used to be. Textbooks filled in the missing pieces. Old-timers spread unsubstantiated rumors that there were a few humans and animals living without pods in Alaska.
The railcar stopped a few doors down from Robot Depot.
“Welcome to the Robot Depot. Would you care for refreshments?” A pleasant-looking woman greeted me at the entrance.
I plucked a bagel off her tray.
“Whom are you here to see, Madison?”
I stared in wonderment. The fact that the woman knew my name meant she had used her eye scanners to perform a body scan on me.
“Amazing.” I couldn’t believe the realism of this robot.
“I am sorry. There is no one here by that name.”
I stopped staring and remembered why I was at the Robot Depot on my day off. “I’m here to see Walter Ward.”
“This way, please.”
I followed the robot into Mr. Ward’s office.
“Madison, have a seat.” Mr. Ward greeted me and dismissed the robot.
My parents had taken me to visit the colony zoo when I was a child. Mr. Ward reminded me now of the cloned walrus.
Mr. Ward and I haggled over the terms for Rosie’s repair. On my salary, I couldn’t afford to have her fixed. Because she was a late model, most of the repair parts were costly to manufacture.
Mr. Ward reared back into his chair. “I want to do right by you, Madison. My daughter will be coming to the domicile government when she turns eighteen—I’d like to know she has a friend there.” He popped upright in his chair and I thought he might propel himself over the desktop. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do. Robot Depot has developed a new version of the household robot that we plan to release later this year. If you’re willing, I can give you a model to test for us. It’ll be yours to keep, of course. You’d get a new, state-of-the-art, never-been-released robot. Robot Depot would get a consumer tester—at no cost to either of us.”
I thought about my answer for less than a second. “Yes. I can live with that.” I would be the envy of all my neighbors. I’d have the latest robot model before others could order it it from the catalog.
The next Monday, my new robot was delivered. The technicians from Robot Depot opened the tall crate and revealed Lujon 1. Even though I had custom ordered my new robot, I was amazed at how closely he resembled the image of my perfect man: tall, with lustrous bronze skin, perfect white teeth, solid thighs, and strong-looking arms with a network of “veins” running beneath. Lujon’s eyes were icy
gray with no signs of the circuitry behind them. My body responded as violently as if Lujon were a flesh and blood male.
Lujon stepped out of the crate with a look of bewilderment that quickly disappeared when his eyes fell on me. As if he instantly knew what he was there to do.
“Wow.”
One of the technicians laughed. “Can’t tell the difference between him and a real man.”
“No, I can’t.”
The technician waved me around behind Lujon. He lifted one of the dark curls at the nape of his thick neck. “Here’s your panic button.”
I had to get in close and gaze deeply before I could find the button that would shut Lujon off in case of an emergency.
“Give us a call if you need anything. His accessories are in the kitchen next to the recharge unit.” The technicians lifted the crate on the dolly and started for the door.
I ran after them. “Where’s the owner’s manual? How do I program him?”
“The Lujon comes preprogrammed. Just talk to him like you would any employee, any man.”
The men made a hasty retreat, leaving me alone with the lifelike Lujon.
I approached slowly, walking in a full circle around his impeccable body.
“I’m Madison. I guess I should show you around and tell you what I expect.”
“I’m Lujon.” The depth of his voice made my legs buckle. “And I already know what you want, Madison.”
The suggestive tone of his answer and the wicked grin crossing his lips made me ask what he meant.
“Lujon is the latest model of Robot Depot-produced robots—”
“Lujon, stop. Move past the programmed spiel. How do you know what I want?”
“I’m customized to meet all your needs.”
I heard it again.
I’m? Robots didn’t have the cognition to combine words into contractions.
Lujon continued. “While you customized me, Robot Depot scanned you. I have been programmed to meet all your desires.”
“Desires?”
“Yes.”
My eyes flashed something Lujon read and liked. His gleaming smile took me off guard. “Yes, I’m fully functional. I perform better than any human man.”
“Perform?”
“I must be given permission by my owner before initiating that program.”
Too anxious to see what this robot could do, I blurted, “Permission granted.”
As Lujon approached I readied myself for a petal-soft kiss and a strong embrace. Lujon reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. He stepped into me and pressed his lips—hard—against mine.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Giving you what you desire.” He whipped me around and prodded me toward the back of the house. “Where is the bedroom?”
“This isn’t what I asked for.”
“No, it’s not. This is what you desire.”
As I stumbled around the sharp curves of my home, leading Lujon to my bedroom, I understood what he meant. This truly was my fantasy. To be taken roughly by a gorgeous man who was utterly obsessed with pleasing me.
I let Lujon go to work. He tossed me on to the bed. I watched in awe as he jerked at his belt buckle, yanked at the zipper of his jeans, and tugged them down around his ankles. I scooted back on the bed, making him chase after me. Lujon lunged forward, capturing my ankles. He grinned devilishly, very happy with his speed as he stripped me of my slacks.
“Does it work?” I asked, staring at what looked like ten inches of steel protruding from a sandy-brown mound of wispy hair.
“Continuously,” he smiled. “I will grow hard whenever I sense your presence.”
Lujon jerked my ankles apart and climbed into my V. He grasped his penis and ran the tip down the glistening wet slit of my cunt. With a deep flex of his hips, he thrust into me. My back arched as he shoved every delicious inch of him inside me. Hard, long, and hot, he was better than any human man I had been with.
Lujon proceeded to fuck me. He pinned my wrists to the bed and taunted me with dirty words about how much I loved the sweetness of his painful pumping. I exploded before his lips touched my breasts. But he didn’t care. He had no concept of stamina because he could go on to infinity.
Lujon remained inside me, and had enough control over his dick to make it flex inside me, fucking me from the inside out. I rocked my hips as he leaned over me, kneading my breasts. He licked the underside of each, palming them, massaging them. He took my nipple into his mouth, gently suckling me until I fell into the net of his false security. Just when my shouts became moans of pleasure, Lujon bit my nipple, sending a current of pain through me.
“Lujon—” I protested.
“Hush.” He pulled his twitching dick from between my legs and dropped to the foot of the bed.
I readied myself to experience his eating me out. If it were anything similar to the painful pleasure he had just given me, I would gladly wilt and die.
Lujon pulled me down on the floor beside him. He directed me to lie on my back. He straddled my shoulders and flexed his throbbing penis in my face. This close up I could see the authenticity of veins and flesh. As if I had any doubt after the pummeling I had just received.
Lujon lifted his penis and tapped it against my lips. “Open up and live out your desires.” He guided the swollen bulb of his penis between my lips. “Taste me. Taste you.”
I lapped at the tip of his penis, waiting. He fed me more inches. More and still more until his cock reached the back of my throat.
My hands grasped his perfectly sculpted ass. His head fell back and he actually moaned as I went to work. He began a rhythmic rocking that progressed to a full-blown mouth fuck.
And then the most amazing thing happened.
Lujon shot his wad deep inside my mouth. He grabbed his penis and painted my tongue, chin, and jaws with his cum. I gulped it down.
“Your desire?” Lujon asked.
I licked my lips, savoring the mandarin orange flavor of his sperm. “My desire.”
“What flavor would you like to try next, Madison?”
The calming bass of Lujon’s voice washed over me. The hypnotic timbre had rocked me to sleep after our bout of vigorous sex. Slowly, I opened my eyes—afraid I would discover that the night before had only been a dream. The slats covering the windows of my pod were tilted to allow in thin strips of solar brightness.
Standing stark naked, his penis at attention, was Lujon 1. He smiled provocatively. “What flavor would you like to try next?” he asked again.
I pushed down my wild mane and slid up to the head of the bed. “What do you mean?”
“I am able to provide you with a variety of flavored cum.”
“You can shoot a wad of whatever flavor I want?”
“Yes.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth and tasted the remnants of mandarin oranges. My eyes roamed over Lujon’s nude body. Flawless bronze skin, flat stomach, and thick thighs. My nipples hardened to rival his majestic steel rod. I glanced at the clock to see if I had time for one more go with my new robot.
“Is there a problem?” Lujon dropped beside me on the bed, his hand squeezing my thigh.
“I have to leave for work soon. But I’d rather stay with you and see what else your ‘body’ can do.”
“Would you like me to call in sick for you? I would be happy to demonstrate my abilities.”
I liked this robot more and more. Walter Ward had a hit on his hands.
“I would like you to call in for me, but I really need to go to work.” I rustled my hair again. Then I remembered. Lujon was here to serve me. He didn’t care if I had morning breath or if my hair was standing straight up on my head. He only cared if I had what I needed to be happy.
Lujon sprang from the bed, his dick bobbing up and down as a temptation. “I have prepared a hot bath. After I place you in the tub, I will prepare your breakfast.” He scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom.
Lujon had all the qualities I like in a man. Sensuous, but not a pushover. Firm, but not a bully. Attentive to my needs. A sexual predator, but one who only cared about making me climax.
Tall and handsome, Lujon also possessed every physical characteristic I found sexy in a man. Bright gray eyes that simmered with passion when he looked at me. A ten-inch penis that felt like a steel rod wrapped in lamb’s wool and tasted of fruity flavors.
Sexy. The way his eyes seemed to peer into my soul as he casually slipped his fingers through his hair. I shivered as I sank deeper into the hot, sudsy water. Sexier than any man the government had granted permission for me to date.
“Madison?” Lujon stepped into the bathroom. Red underwear strained to conceal his erection. “It’s close to the time you leave for work, and your breakfast is almost ready.”
I closed my eyes and sank deeper, the bubbles brushing my chin. “Five more minutes,” I crooned.
“You will be late.” Lujon reached into the tub and lifted me out. The mark left by my perspiration had been replaced by the sweet aroma of cologne. I inhaled deeply. He had uncovered another of my weaknesses. If Lujon kept this up, I wouldn’t make it to work today.
“What’s that smell?” I buried my nose in the crook of his thick neck.
“Your favorite.” No smile; just information that I should have known.
He carried me back into the bedroom and placed me on a bedspread of fluffy towels. He covered my midsection with a blanket.