"I have always wanted to see your cunt like that" he said
It was my turn to be shocked as I had never heard him use that word before, he led me to the dinning table and pushed me back onto it, I spread my legs wide and my wet cunt gaped open, he leaned down and licked my cunt lips before plunging his tongue into it, an orgasm ripped through me as he sucked on my clit.
He stood up and undid his trousers and slid them down his underwear barely covered his hard cock, he slipped them down and stood fully erect and bigger than I could remember his being, a full thick 8 inches, he took hold of his cock and moved to me pushing it into my eager cunt, over and over he rammed into me filling me with his thick cock.
I felt my orgasm mounting as he fucked me faster until he moaned and blasted a huge load of cum deep into me, my orgasm ripped through me. For what seemed an eternity his cock pulsed and spurted until he staggered back, his cock covered in our mingling juices.
I smiled at him and he came over and kissed me
"What on earth brought that on?" he asked
I told him the truth about my new sexuality and the phone salesmen making me feel like a real woman again, his cock twitched and grew as I told him how they both fucked me, and I told him that I wanted to be fucked by more men.
We went and lay on the bed and talked, he told me that he thought I had lost interest in sex and he looked at porn on the internet and that he had wanted for some years to watch me fuck other men, he asked me if I knew what dogging was I said I didn't so he explained it to me and the thought of it was amazing and I told him I wanted to do it, he said he knew of a place and if I was keen he would take me that evening, naturally I said yes.
Our son came home and prepared the meal and after we said we were going out for the evening, I was dressed in a low cut top with a skirt and stockings under it, I had no underwear on, my hubby made a quick phone call and we drove off. After about 30 minutes of driving we pulled into a quiet car park there were 3 other cars there and hubby told me to start playing with myself, so I spread my legs as wide as I could in the front seat and rubbed my clit, he came back to the car with 3 men and they all watched me play, all rubbing the growing bulges in their pants.
I pulled on my nipples and fingered my wet cunt as they all took their cocks out and wanked, hubby opened the car door and I sat on the edge of the seat as they lined up for me to suck their hard cocks, they groped my tits and reached down to finger me, then hubby took my hand and pulled me out of the car, my head was pushed down to suck a cock as one of the men got behind me and fed his cock into my dripping cunt, I heard my hubby talking to them as I sucked and fucked
"Look at my wife will you, sucking and being fucked like the slut she is, make sure you cum deep inside her cunt won't you?"
it wasn't long before the first man came inside me, he was quickly replaced with another and he too fucked me till me blew, finally the last man took his place ad he quickly came as well, hubby kissed me and bent me over the car
"Well lads, look at all your cum dripping out of her slutty cunt"
I felt him move behind me and rub his hard cock against my cunt, he pushed it in and withdrew, his cock covered with their cum he pushed the head against my ass and I moaned out load as he slid it into my tight hole, he grasped my cheeks and spread them as he rammed into me, I had a staggering orgasm and he blew a huge wad of cum deep into my ass. When he had finished we drove home and I sat in the car with my wet cum covered cunt and ass showing.
When we got home I told him how much I enjoyed it and we planned our next adventure.
The End.
Sitter Bot
"What's that?" Brandon pointed across the attic at something that looked like a human figure, draped in a white dustcloth. "Creepy."
Pete looked up from the cardboard box he was pawing through. "That's the old sitter-bot."
"Shit! You guys are rich! You've got a sitter-bot? That you don't even use? Does it work?"
"Yeah, it works. We're not that rich. Dad got it almost free from a private school that was upgrading its faculty. It was the librarian, and he brought it home and enabled the childcare options. Don't get sidetracked, come help me find that stuff for my mom."
Brandon ignored him and walked over to the table, pulling the cloth off the robot's head and shoulders. "Man, she's hot! Are you sure she works?"
"Yeah, it works. It's in hibernation mode. It stays warm and does routine maintenance, and calls Dad if it needs something. Mom and Dad keep it maintained so they can give it to my sister when she starts having kids." He grinned at Brandon. "It looks human, doesn't it? Dad thought the sitter should LOOK like a sitter. When it was teaching Jenny how to swim, I was crushing on it. I used to sit up in my room and watch it through the window. It looked good in a bikini."
Brandon grinned at him. "You were hot for her, huh. She looks like that bot at the theater. You know, the usher?"
"Yeah, it was a popular model. I see them all over the city. Different hair and skin, but basically the same robot."
Brandon had accessed the owner's manual on his pad and was thumbing through the pages. He absently wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Shit, your attic gets hot in the summer."
Pete nodded and pulled off his tee, using it to mop the sweat off his neck and face. "If you'd come help me, we'd get out of here quicker!" He turned his attention back to the box on the floor in front of him, looking for the drives that his mother had asked him to bring down from the attic.
"Pete!" Brandon sounded surprised.
"Yeah, what?" He said absently as he opened another box.
"This is fully functional." He pulled the dust cloth off and let it fall to the floor, revealing a robot dressed in a pale orange jumpsuit, eyes closed. It was a high end human emulator, and in spite of being old technology, could pass for a twenty year old human female in nearly any setting.
"Yeah, so what?"
"Pete, this is fully functional! Shit, it's a sexbot!"
Pete looked up, annoyed. "No, she's not. She's a librarian with childcare modes enabled."
"Pete, look at the manual, she's fully functional!"
"No, she's not. Get real. What would we be doing with a sexbot? And be quiet, someone will hear you." He gestured at the door which silently dilated shut, and joined Brandon, looking over his shoulder at the pad.
"Wow." He grinned. "She has a lot of options, I'll say that." He took the pad from his friend and tapped in an access code. The robot on the table chimed and he tapped the pad a few more times.
"See?" He pointed at the screen. "Fully functional, yeah, but it doesn't have the subroutines for EVERYthing. Conservative family here, remember? No sexbots here, dummy."
"So what? Let's install them."
Pete laughed. "Do you wanna fuck my robot?"
"Duh, SURE! And so do you! It's awesome! I saved up for six months for a session with a bot that didn't have half the capabilities that this one does! It was great!"
Pete looked at his friend. "You bought a sexbot session? Liar. You can't do anything like that without parental approval."
Brandon blushed. "Dad was okay with it. He said I needed the education. Besides, I'm eighteen now, you're nineteen. We can do anything we want!"
"That's not the point, Bran. It's not my robot, and Mom and Dad sure as hell aren't going to let me start nooky'n with the family bot, not even for 'education!'"
Brandon shrugged. "They don't have to know."
"How can we do it without them finding out? I can't just have an active robot in my room, they'd notice. And besides, we don't have the codes for the subroutines. You think we're just going to walk into a mart and ask for sexbot codes? Codes like that are expensive."
"Pete, it's old technology. I bet I can find pirated codes in ten minutes." He snatched his pad back and tapped furiously for a couple of seconds.
"See... here's the basic code, and there are three... no, four modes." He looked pleadingly at his friend. "Shit, man, you've got the most awesome to
y, and you're wasting it!"
Pete ran his finger over the bot's arm, feeling the lifelike synthskin. "Her name is Chloe." He shook his head. "My dad's not stupid. He can look at the installed code page as easily as we can."
"I'm not stupid either, Peter! I can bury it so deep, so many passwords, he'll never know. Come on, man, let's get us some bot action."
Pete grinned. "You're perving out on me, Bran." He looked at the robot again. "I was seriously crushing on her when I was thirteen. It really made me mad when they deactivated her and put her up here."
Brandon nodded. "Yeah, and now you can get there, Pete. Do the babysitter. You know you want it."
Pete paused and brushed hair out of the bot's eyes.
"Okay, I'm not saying we're going to do it. But, here's what we'll do. I'll try to sell the idea of reactivating her, and you see if you can find some code that isn't dripping with viruses."
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The next morning, the whole family was gathered around the breakfast table. Pete cleared his throat. "Dad, I'm in college now, and I've got papers to write. Devon and Jen are always on the library nodes."
Devon looked up, insulted. "NO, we're not!"
His mother shushed Devon and said, "Homework trumps... you just have to tell them, Pete, and they'll let you use a node."
Ignoring the dirty look from his sister, he plowed on. "Yeah, but that's awkward. I've got a better idea. When I was up in the attic yesterday getting your drives, I saw the old bot. It's got a built in library node. We could reactivate it and not have to pay for another subscription."
"No," his father said, "that bot is a childcare provider for when your older sister starts her family... and then for you when you start yours."
"Dad, okay, but those things are indestructible. Using it for library work won't wear it out, and when Samantha needs a babysitter, we'll just send it over. No way do those things ever wear out!"
Dad started to shake his head again, but his wife put her hand on his forearm. "I've been thinking about reactivating it too. The maid service isn't keeping the house clean, and that sitter-bot has house cleaning routines. We could save some money and the house would look better."
Pete smiled inside. Saving money always worked for Dad.
"Okay, go ahead and bring it back online," he said thoughtfully, "but activate bounds ... I don't want it going off the property and getting hit by a car."
Pete nodded solemnly. "Don't let it leave the property, can do. Thanks, Dad."
After breakfast Pete went up to his room and called Brandon.
"Hello?"
"Brandon, get us some codes..." ------------------- Two weeks later, Chloe had been reactivated uneventfully. She'd helped Pete with the research on a couple of his papers, and was keeping the house neat and tidy. It was late morning and she was downstairs cleaning the carpets.
Brandon, however, hadn't found codes that weren't corrupt or worse, and Pete was beginning to think it was a lost cause. Pete had tried not to think of Chloe sexually, but Dad insisted she wear regular clothes, not standard house robot uniforms because he wanted to downplay the robot-ness of his household staff. She dressed in the tight jeans and tee shirts that any 20 year old girl would wear, and Pete involuntarily found himself watching her ass as she walked around the rooms.
This morning, Pete had slept late, and had just stepped out of the shower. He was in front of his closet, vigorously toweling his hair when the door dilated and Brandon rushed in.
"Damn, Bran, knock or something!" Pete pulled a pair of swim trunks out of the drawer and stepped into them.
"Since when do either of us knock? But never mind that, I got it!"
"Got what?"
He waved his pad in the air. "Codes, man, I found codes!"
Pete looked at him, then at the pad. "Chloe codes?"
"Yeah, for Chloe, what do you think I'm talking about! When can we install them?"
Pete thought for a minute. "I think everyone's gone. Maybe now? How long does it take?"
"Just a few seconds. Where is she?" "Downstairs, I think."
Pete pulled on a shirt without buttoning it and they raced down the stairs.
"Chloe," Pete shouted, "Chloe, where are you?"
"In the living room."
They tore around the corner, skidded to a stop and looked at Chloe. At five eleven and about 125 pounds she was almost too tall and skinny for classical beauty, but she was a handsome machine. Blue eyes and outfitted with brunette hair to her shoulders, she'd be getting lots of attention from guys if she were ever allowed to leave the house.
When she did leave the house she wore the shapeless orange jumpsuit required of household servant bots. It showed other humans that she was a servant robot, and not to be spoken to except for purposes of communication necessary to her job. Because she wasn't going anywhere today, she was dressed in cut off jeans that she'd rescued from Pete's older sister's closet and a too small tee that his younger sister, Jana had given her. She was barefoot. Pete spent a fraction of a second thinking about how totally fuckable she looked.
"Um," said Pete. "Um, Chloe, I've got new access codes and some subroutines for you. Let's install them now."
Chloe smiled. "Okay. Right here?"
Pete and Brandon sat down on the couch in front of the bot. "Sure. Are you okay with laying on the floor?"
Chloe wordlessly lay down on the floor in front of them, by the window. "Do I need to power down completely?"
Pete looked at Brandon, who shook his head. "No, just go into standby. But backup first, okay?"
Chloe blinked once. "Backup confirmed. Standby initiated." Her eyes closed.
"Brandon, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yeah, relax." He handed his friend the pad.
"Enter the access code."
"Wait. Hold on. What if someone walks in when we're ... you know?"
"Can't happen. Let me show you, just give me access. If you don't like it, we'll scram her back to the backup."
Pete shrugged, entered the password, and wordlessly handed the pad back to Brandon.
Brandon tapped on the pad industriously for a few seconds, paused and looked at Chloe, then tapped twice more. The pad chimed twice, Chloe chimed twice, and Brandon sighed.
"Okay, it's done. Let's check the installed code page." He tapped at the pad and showed it to Pete. "See? The RS section is still grayed out."
"RS?"
"Recreational Sex."
Pete stifled a laugh. He looked at Chloe, still lying peacefully on the living room carpet.
"Is that it? Isn't something supposed to happen?"
"Well, yeah, but we need to power her back up. Then, the passwords. It's two levels deep, behind two password protected walls."
Pete paused, then said, "Chloe, wake up now."
Chloe opened her eyes and smiled. "I'm back. It didn't work, there are no new codes or routines. What were you trying to install?"
"Standby again, Pete."
Pete looked at Chloe. "Chloe, go to standby again, please." She closed her eyes.
"That's good," said Brandon, "it's buried deep in the operating system. When it's not active, even she doesn't know it's there."
"Okay, but we seriously can't get caught. What if someone..."
"I hacked into the security subroutines. She'll use her long range scanners and the house scanners to watch, and will verbally alert you if someone is coming. Wake her up, let's give her the passwords and you'll see."
"But her owner is Dad. She can't lie to him..."
"I hacked into that too. She's still coded to your dad... until you activate RS mode. Then you and I are her boyfriends."
"You? You're her boyfriend?"
"Relax, we both are. I thought we shared, Bro!"
Pete sighed. "Okay, let's see what happens. What are the passwords?"
"I'll show you. Wake her up and activate five seven oh."
Pete looked at Brandon for a moment, then shrugged and sa
id "Chloe, wake up now."
The bot opened her eyes. "Are we done? I've got work to do."
"Chloe, activate subroutine five seven oh."
Chloe looked curiously at Pete. "What?"
Pete looked at Brandon. "She's asking for confirmation, without, you know, asking. Watch."
Brandon said "Chloe, you like to fuck, don't you?"
The bot blushed and smiled. "Yeah, I do!" she answered.
He looked back at Pete. "K, see, the blush and the smile are the confirmation. She's in RS mode now."
"She doesn't look different to me. Are you sure it's working?"
Brandon shrugged. "Only one way to know. Chloe, perimeter check, please."
Chloe blinked once and said, "No one is on the property except for Pete and Brandon Farnsworth."
"What about bots?"
"The family bots have completed their morning tasks and are powered down in their closets."
"Chloe, what will you do if someone approaches?"
"I will give my boyfriends a verbal warning of the approach, and then help them eliminate all evidence of any recreational sexual activity that may have been taking place. Then I will revert to housekeeper/librarian mode."
Pete's eyes got wide.
Brandon said "Chloe, give Pete a handjob, please."
Chloe blushed and grinned and reached out and began to pull on the drawstring on Pete's swim trunks. "Would you like that, Pete? May I?" She asked.
Peter nodded wordlessly and Chloe untied his trunks. She grabbed the waistband on each side and pulled them off his body, exposing his semi-hard cock. Taking him in both hands she gave him two gentle tugs and smiled up at him.
"Brandon," Chloe said, "go get us some lotion, please."
"NO," croaked Pete. He cleared his throat and said, "No... Chloe I don't want a handjob."
Chloe stopped and sat cross-legged on the floor.
Brandon looked at his friend. "Are you crazy?"
Pete said, "Chloe, I want a blowjob."
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