25 - I Sex Robot #3
Even though she had had multiple sexual partners, she almost felt like a virgin again. This was all so unusual and new. She was only glad that Jim hadn’t insisted on watching to make sure his invention worked properly.
Mel pressed another button. The hatch opened, and its penis came out, extending to an impossibly long length. She wrapped her hands around it, amazed at the thickness. It throbbed with heat, as well. The cold temperature bled away and desire flared within her.
A lump appeared in her throat as fear tickled her mind. She had experienced the same thing before when she had been browsing various sex toys on a whim, as some of them could be frightening, but now she had an entire robot.
It gazed at her, a blank expression on its face, yet it also seemed to gaze deeply into her, as intimate as any other sexual partner had.
Mel could already feel the fervent energy swirling around inside her.
Tension rose, as she had felt the same thing so many times, only for it to end with her being frustrated and hollow, but somewhere inside her, she knew this robot was capable of things that no man was, and that it could take her to new realms of delight.
If this worked, then she would owe Jim and Carly big time.
Her hands trembled as she took the robot’s hands and placed them on her shoulders. When they twitched of their own accord, she flinched and laughed, amusing herself with her own fear.
“You scared me,” she said.
The robot stared at her blankly, offering her nothing in reply.
Its hands ran across her shoulders and down her breasts.
It tilted its head down and took in all of her body.
The fingers were dexterous and surprisingly gentle.
Like the penis, they were rounded at the tip and smooth, although she had no idea if they could extend or not.
Warmth emanated from them that spread across her body, and her breathing deepened as her skin became flushed.
As the hands ran down her body, over the rise of her pert breasts, Mel licked her lips and stepped back, smiling coyly. The robot continued to stand there, its hand outstretched, reaching for her.
Mel began to slip away her clothes. She shrugged off her dress and let it fall into a puddle by her feet.
Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and pulled it away.
It brought back to mind those forbidden days when she had first begun to explore her body.
Back then, she would wait until the small hours of the morning or the moments when her parents would leave her at home alone.
Mel would stay in her room and strip away, feeling self-conscious because she knew she was doing something forbidden, something naughty.
Back then, it was a thrill, but there was still always something stopping her from reaching the unreachable.
Now she was in her room alone with a sex robot.
If anyone else had known, they would have laughed at her and ridiculed her, but this was a secret.
The curtains were drawn. She could do whatever she wanted and nobody would judge her.
As she started to slip away her panties, the robot moved forward. Its movements were graceful and sleek. Its hands rested on her waist. It seemed to have an imploring look in its eyes as it slowly moved her panties down, pulling them away.
She gasped at the sensation as the robot left her exposed. She was now fully naked, her skin flushed and flawless, a deep color compared to the silver hue of the robot.
The robot stepped forward again and placed one hand on her waist. The other brushed her hair.
It tilted its head. The whirr of machinery was a soft hum underneath his metal exterior.
Inside, it was filled with complex programming, things that were beyond Mel’s understanding, but she didn’t pay any attention to that.
What mattered most to her was the sensation brought about by its touch, the way it seemed to gaze into her soul, despite it having no conception of what a soul was.
It was a complete blank slate, a thing designed for one purpose and one purpose alone, and yet, it also seemed so human.
When it touched her, she felt a thrill. She closed her eyes and, for a moment, when she wrapped her arms around its neck, she felt close to it, but then her hands ran over the off button, and she remembered that it was just a robot.
Its hands moved around her body. It didn’t seem to care what was going through her mind or what she was ready for. It sensed her heart rate, the depth of her breathing, her body temperature, and it must have known what she wanted more than any man had been able to anticipate her needs.
Its hand slipped around her waist and brushed against her inner thigh before sliding against her most intimate area.
The warm metallic fingers pressed against her wetness, and Mel shuddered.
She melted, and it was thanks to its other arm that she didn’t fall completely to the floor.
It had strength that was unmatched and was able to support her without any strain or effort at all.
Its other hand worked expertly, the fingers moving deftly to stroke her and please her.
The tips of its fingers slipped inside her tentatively, gently, before it sensed that she enjoyed it.
Warm pleasure flowed through her body as she welcomed it inside her.
It was as though the robot knew what she wanted before even she knew it.
Its fingers twisted and curled, reaching deeper and deeper inside her. She looked down and saw the robot’s fingers soaked inside her, the artificial being turning her on more than any man had ever done. She gulped deeply as sweat began to prickle on her body.
She flung her arms around its torso and gripped it tightly, leaning back as she let it pleasure her.
It was moments later when she realized that she was almost horizontal.
Its arm had extended to allow her to lean back fully, her hair cascaded from her head like a golden waterfall.
Its arm still supported her without effort, while the other fingers continued to work their magic inside her.
A delirious smile rippled across her face as pleasure danced inside her.
Her pert breasts glistened with sweat as her body arched back, and she was overjoyed at the thought that she was completely at this robot’s mercy.
It started to become clear in her mind just what this robot was capable of.
The robot was stronger than any man, and she had only begun to test the potential.
She remembered that the robot responded to voice commands, and she wondered how detailed those were.
“Stop,” she said.
The robot stopped.
Her eyes danced with delight. “Lift me up,” she said.
The robot placed both hands around her and lifted her off the ground as easily as though she was a child. The feeling of ascending through the air was exhilarating and her breath was driven from her lungs.
“Higher!” she cried, and by the end of it, the robot had her in front of its face, her legs over her shoulders.
She felt weightless and only regretted that the robot’s mouth was devoid of a tongue, as his silver lips were pressed against her femininity.
But then a thought sparked in her mind. Surely Jim would have programmed the robot to be versed in that technique, as well.
“Robot,” she commanded, although her voice trembled with anticipation. “Use your mouth to pleasure me.”
The robot paused for a moment as it processed her request, and then small holes appeared around its lips, holes that were peppered, like a showerhead.
Hot air began to flow, pumping out of its head and crashing against Mel’s pussy.
After this, steaming water burst out as well, thundering against her.
The pressure was intense and made a deep ache swell within until her entire body throbbed and pulsed with tension.
Water dripped all down her thighs and along the robot’s silver plating.
Her eyes clamped shut as the sensations were almost too much to bear.
Her skin was flushed crimson as violent blood surged through her.
When she looked through the cracks of her eyelids, she saw the floor yawning underneath her, knowing that if the robot dropped her, she might crack her neck.
But the robot did not weaken, and it did not strain.
It buried its head between her thighs and changed the pressure of the water and the temperature of the air.
All the varying sensations made her bristle with delight, and she could feel something swirling and being conjured within her.
“Put me down, on the bed!” she screamed.
The robot threw her down, and she landed with a crash and the bed creaked. Her hair splayed over her face, and she simmered inside, ready to boil over. In mere moments, this robot had achieved what no other man had accomplished, and she knew it was going to give her what she really needed.
She lay there, her legs spread open, her pussy throbbing and aching with a deep need. Drops of sweat trickled along the curves of her body, and her chest heaved. Her heart hammered inside, but there was nothing inside the robot. It stood there at the end of the bed, awaiting her next command.