25 - I Sex Robot #4
It seemed so aloof, so distant. The remnants of her wetness lingered on its fingers. How was it possible that this blank piece of machinery could do so much to her, so much more than any man could?
But there was still more to try. More to test. More for her to feel.
“Robot … come here and do what you were designed to do. Come here and fuck me,” she said.
The robot turned toward her, twisting different parts of its body as it made its way to the bed. The bed almost collapsed under its weight.
It placed its hands on her thighs and pulled her toward it.
Mel’s eyes widened as she watched the extended metal phallus reaching toward her.
It gleamed and glistened as it caught the light.
Never had she seen something so enormous, so monstrous, and it was all coming toward her. There was no escape now.
She braced herself against the fear that careened around her mind. She ignored the urge to tear herself away from the bed and retreat from this experiment, not that she could anyway, because the robot’s grip was firm and held her in place.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed as the robot’s erection penetrated her, invaded her body.
It was long and thick, and it just kept coming and coming until it seemed to fill her all up.
She watched as the long metal entered her, disappearing inside her, and instead of seeing it, she could feel it, all hard and urgent inside her, bigger than anything.
His silver form towered over her. All the power of his robot body was focused on her.
His hands moved up from her thighs and pinned her shoulders down.
The whirl of machinery became louder as the robot’s body started to thrust. It was long and deep at first, almost painful, but the robot quickly adapted to the sensations within Mel’s body.
It must have scanned her all the while, taking note of her biological readings.
It changed the tempo and the rhythm, twisting its body to hit at just the right sweet angle to make everything churn and unfurl within her.
She could feel the exhilaration sweeping through her in one fervent burst, and it came crashing out in guttural moans.
Aside from the whirring sounds, the robot remained silent, but Mel made enough noise for the both of them. Her body twitched and convulsed as the deep, fervent moans filled the room.
The robot was relentless. There was no tiring, no straining, no sense that it was going to finish before her because it could not finish before her. The robot was there at her command, without any thought for its own pleasure, because it had none of its own pleasure. It was only there for her.
Mel’s body twisted as she was fucked by the robot, and just when she thought she wasn’t going to be able to take much more, she heard something else.
She was being driven to the edge of the cliff again, gazing down into the abyss.
Taut fear knotted inside her as she had been on this precipice so often that it seemed as though she would never fall, but with the robot, yes, the robot could make the impossible happen.
There was another whirring motion, but the robot didn’t move. At least, not his main body. But a part of him did.
The only part that mattered in that moment.
His metal phallus started to spin. It was slow at first, rotating gently, but it quickly increased speed.
At the same time, he continued to thrust, creating this whirling, gyrating sensation, a tornado that crashed against her pussy and made her eyes widen.
The pleasure was so intense that she lost the ability to scream and all her moans were trapped in silence.
The phallus whirled around inside her, doing something that no other man was capable of doing. It also started to throb.
The robot retracted and extended the phallus, making it move inside her, creating another kind of sensation that pushed her over the edge.
It was something that she had always needed yet had never found before, and no wonder that she had never been able to climax with a man.
All this time, she had needed a robot to fuck her.
She closed her eyes and let herself be embraced by the abyss.
The energy crackled and roiled around her like a maelstrom, and when it struck, it brought thunder and lightning and all the other elemental forces that opened her soul.
It all came gushing out in a shuddering, blissful flood that captured everything she had held within her heart, everything that had been locked inside.
It all came out in a pulsing, flowing storm that was punctuated by deep moans.
And all through it, the robot continued to pump away, showing no lack of stamina or a willingness to stop.
For the first time in her life, she actually came before sex was over, and as she lay there breathless, the robot kept on fucking her, waiting for her to tell it to stop.
But she wasn’t sure she was ever going to tell it to stop. She had a lifetime of orgasms to catch up on, and this robot was the key to them all. Its metal body was primed to serve, and she wanted to use it until it broke, or until she broke. Whichever came first.