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VIP-Making Love: Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-07-28 21:35:32 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 3: It’s Not A Dream --
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I enjoyed a delicious breakfast while a ravishing redhead in a white crop-top knelt beneath the dining table, sucking my dick.
After I’d finished my meal, wiped my mouth, and then sat back in my seat with a satisfying burp, that ravishing redhead in the white crop-top cleared away my dishes, put them in the sink, and then returned to push me and my chair back from the table, giving herself room to climb into my lap. Sliding both of her hands through my hair and around to the back of my head, she cradled my skull while dipping down to give me a soulful kiss. And she spent several minutes delving her tongue throughout every nook and cranny of my mouth, as if she wanted to taste every bit of my breakfast even if she couldn’t actually eat any of it.
Finally, Lisa stood up and did a slow pivot in place, her hips swaying side to side as she rotated a hundred and eighty degrees. I sat in my seat and admired her perfect form. The view got even better when she bent herself over my placemat on the dining table, dragged her blue bikini panties halfway down her thighs, and reached back with both hands to spread her asscheeks and expose her winking anus to my carnally hungry gaze.
“Come fuck my virgin asshole, Master,” she urged in a raspy voice. “Please be the first to ever shove a hard cock up my Hershey Highway and stretch my colon farther than it’s ever been stretched before.”
“Holy fuck,” I groaned in obvious admiration for Lisa’s divinely perfect ass. I’d thought I’d sculpted a really great sexbot tushie, but her real-life version was even better. My pants and boxers were already around my ankles from when Lisa had given me the under-table blowjob, so all I had to do was stand up and grasp my throbbing erection.
“I need it in me, Master. I crave to feel you deep inside me. It is my life’s purpose. It consumes my hopes and dreams.”
“You will, baby. You will…” I intoned while laying my hot dog into the cleft of her buns. Grabbing the sides of her buttcheeks, I mashed the meaty globes around my shaft and gently thrust between them, reveling in the friction but taking even greater delight from the visual. But after a few pumps, I retracted backwards until my swollen mushroom head was lined up with the entrance to her colonic canal. And I let go of her cheeks so that Lisa could once again spread them with her hands.
“Take me, Master,” she crooned. “Claim my last virginity for your ownership.”
“Oh, fuck yeah…” I grunted while pressing down on my tip to guide it into place. Her starfish sphincter felt pre-slickened, almost like a second moist pussy, but it didn’t stretch around my cockhead as easily. I could visibly see Lisa trying to relax her anus, but her rectal portal did not readily yield, and I wondered if I could hurt her like any other girl - sexbot or not - if I was truly careless. So I gave her a minute to adjust and relax herself. And it was only when I put some weight into it and started pressing forward that her anal entrance suddenly dilated, so that the tapered prod of my prick suddenly pushed through.
“Oh-OH!” Lisa exclaimed as she felt herself suddenly stretch around me. I burrowed forward quickly, trying to capture as much depth as I could before she clamped back up in the same way my previous girlfriends had always clamped up. Lisa was no exception, because I only managed to sink two or three inches in before her colon constricted around my cock, arresting my forward momentum.
“Are you alright?” I asked with instinctive concern.
“Just… gimme a minute…” she gasped, clearly out of breath again. She panted softly and spread her arms out, holding onto the sides of the dining table. “I’d thought… I’d thought this would be easier. I’m supposed to be your ever-accommodating sex doll.”
“Your asshole is incredibly tight, which is a good thing.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it,” I assured her. “Feels incredible.”
“Ohhh… okay…” Lisa murmured with obvious relief. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her expression of fear that she’d somehow disappointed me starting to evaporate. She exhaled slowly, taking gradually deeper and deeper breaths. And at last she started to relax in such a way that loosened her grip around the rod embedded in her rectum, allowing me to resume pushing myself deeper inside.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, reveling in the sensations of sinking my cock inch by inch into the depths of Lisa’s colon. I held her hips but didn’t pull on them, instead letting gravity do the work as she opened her asshole up to accept my full length.
At last I was balls-deep up Lisa’s butt, and she shivered with an internal excitement knowing she’d taken all of me.
“Do you like it?” she repeated. “Do you like my ass?”
“I love it,” I reassured her.
“Whenever you want, Master. Whenever, wherever. My ass is yours. -I- am yours.” She smiled back at me over her shoulder. “I live to please you.”
“And I’ll always love you for it,” I told her with a sigh of supreme contentment, leaning forward to kiss her cheek with a tenderness that surprised me.
‘I’ll always love you for it’? For what, making you breakfast and having sex with you? Dude, you can’t fall in love with your sexbot, I scolded myself. She’s not real, and this isn’t even real. It’s a dream, remember?
“Fuck my ass, Master,” Lisa urged, adjusting her grip on the sides of the table and spreading her legs apart so that her feet were up on their tiptoes. “Fuck my virgin ass. Pound me and pulverize me and blast my butthole full of her scalding sperm. I need to feel your juices deep inside me. I need it! I want it! Fuck me and fill me, Master! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! FUCKME-FUCKME-FUCKME!”
I’d started fucking her halfway through her verbal encouragement, holding her hips and really laying down the lumber. Her tailpipe was still incredibly tight, but she managed to relax herself and accommodate my entry every time I thrust forward while clamping up a bit to really squeeze my shaft each time I retracted.
She was… incredible.
“Fuck… my… ass!” Lisa grunted in rhythm with my pounding plunges. “Take… me… deep! So… fucking… good! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
My lover’s head lolled side to side as I hammered her harder and harder and harder. I told you before that one of my previous girlfriends had introduced me to anal sex and had shared the experience with me from time to time. But even the best experience of buttfucking her couldn’t compare to the heavenly sensations of sodomizing Lisa’s chute.
I wondered if Lisa had simply prepared herself prior to my arrival this morning or if her “not precisely human” colon naturally secreted lube, but her anal canal was slippery enough to allow my rapid drilling while remaining hot, dry, and tight enough to ensure I could never mistake which hole I was in.
“Fuuuck, Lisa,” I grunted. “Your ass feels so fucking good!”
“Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me…” she moaned, reaching back with both hands to spread her cheeks for me again.
But as much as I loved the sight of Lisa’s hands on her own buttcheeks, I had a different view in mind. Regardless of her appearance, I still understood that Lisa was my creation: a lifelike sex doll whose primary purpose was to provide me with sexual pleasure. So with a surge of power coursing through my veins, I grabbed Lisa’s forearms, folded them across the small of her back, and then really began drilling her into the table.
“AHH! AHH! AHH!” she howled as I blasted my pelvis off her perfectly padded buttocks. “Even deeper! So deep! Take me, Master! Take my ass! Take my ass!”
“UGH! UGH! UGH!” I grunted from the exertion of cornholing Lisa’s colon with every ounce of energy I had left.
“I’M CUMMING, MASTER! I’M CUMMING WITH YOUR COCK IN MY ASS! YES, MASTER, YES! I’M CCCUUUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!”
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I groaned, pushing the pedal to the metal in order to power through her clamping colon.
Even with her forearms folded across her lower back, Lisa arched her spine to raise her red head and toss her dark-auburn locks side to side. “I’M CCCUUUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!” she repeated. “CUMMING WITH YOUR COCK IN MY ASS! AHH! AHH! AAAHHHHHH!!!”
“UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!” I roared as I also arched my back and really drove all my weight through my dick into the deepest depths of the ravishing redhead’s derrière. And only after I had claimed every last inch of her stretched-out colon did my cockhead finally expand to start spitting wad after wad after wad of creamy jism into the darkness where the sun would never shine.
It was the best anal sex of my life, perhaps even the best ANY sex of my life.
As my orgasm waned, I let go of Lisa’s forearms. Her hands shot out to the sides, but not to grab onto anything. Her limbs went limp, including her legs, as she collapsed like a deboned fish across my dining table.
Well, save for MY bone still buried deep inside her.
And then I collapsed across her back.
“Holy fuck…” I wheezed, feeling utterly spent.
Lisa giggled before reaching behind herself to hug me. It took her another minute to catch her breath, but when she did so, she asked coyly, “Did you like fucking my virgin asshole?”
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted with exquisite relief.
“Whenever you want, Master. Whenever, wherever. My ass is yours. -I- am yours. I belong to you, and only you.”
“Sounds great to me.”
“You are my creator, my owner, my master. I exist to please you.”
“Consider me well-pleased.” I chuckled and sighed, nuzzling Lisa’s neck with my nose before setting my forehead back down on the table. “Fuck, I hope I never wake up from this dream.”
Lisa turned her face to me with an amused expression on her face. “You still think this is just a dream?”
“I know it’s just a dream. I’m a scientist, and it’s the only rational explanation.” I sighed. “3D-printed androids can’t really come to life. I’m going to enjoy this for as long as it lasts, but I’m not going to delude myself into believing this is real.”
Lisa looked like she wanted to say something, but instead she remained thoughtfully silent while caressing my head. I took a minute to catch my breath. And a minute after that, I did a slow pushup to lift my weight off of Lisa’s back and then withdrew my spent schlong from her gaping-wide sphincter before sitting down heavily back in my seat.
Now free to push herself up, Lisa did so, turning around to face me and pulling up her blue bikini panties before my cum started leaking from her sodden anus. Her white crop-top, however, got hung up above her boobs, keeping her nipples exposed. I must’ve gotten a little distracted staring at her perky pink teats, because the next thing I knew, Lisa had snapped her fingers while smiling at me with a perky expression that indicated a metaphorical lightbulb had lit up above her head once again.
“We need more groceries,” my sexbot-come-to-life declared out of the blue. “Let’s go get some groceries.”
I jerked my head, not expecting her to say that. “Umm, what just happened?”
My surprise had more to do with Lisa’s unexpected appearance even more than her words. In the blink of an eye, she’d managed to change up her entire look again. Her dark auburn hair had been braided into two long pigtails that pulled back from her temples, curled over and then behind her ears, and dangled just above her shoulders. No longer was she wearing the white crop-top and panties combination from Weird Science. Instead she wore a form-fitting outfit that made her look like she’d stepped off the pages of a Lululemon catalog, with skintight black yoga pants, an electric-blue sports bra, and a pure-white jacket unzipped throat to tails to expose her six-pack abs.
When did she get six-pack abs? I wondered internally before answering myself, It’s a dream, remember?
“C’mon, Wyatt,” she encouraged, extending her hand out to me and clearly intending to help me stand back up. “Let’s go.”
****
“It’s not a dream,” Lisa told me matter-of-factly two seconds after I turned off the engine of my Toyota 4Runner in the parking lot of my local grocery store.
“Hmm?” I asked distractedly, staring out my side window at one of my neighbors waiting by the shopping cart return corral for the cars to stop and let him pass so he could enter the store. He was a middle-aged dad who lived on the same street as me five or six houses down, and I recognized his face, but we’d barely ever spoken.
“You’re looking at the world around you, recognizing how ‘real’ it all feels,” Lisa intoned quietly. “Everything is in focus. The details all fit perfectly. Gravity exists. The Laws of Physics apply. Things are where they are supposed to be. There are no stream-of-conscious random elements. You drove the exact route to get here that you always do. Every stop sign. Every stoplight. The stores in this plaza. The people you see. It all fits. The only unaccountable element is me.”
“That doesn’t necessarily mean this isn’t a dream.”
“Perhaps, but then you can never be totally sure your entire life isn’t a dream. This isn’t Inception. It’s your life. If you can’t believe this isn’t real, then nothing will ever be real.”
I sighed. “Is this why you wanted us to go out for groceries? To get me out of the house and force me to experience the real world?”
Lisa giggled lightly and nodded.
“Pretty clever for a sexbot whose sole purpose is to provide me with sexual pleasure.”
“My primary purpose is to provide you with sexual pleasure,” Lisa corrected, “but it is not my sole purpose.”
“What other purposes do you have?”
“To make you happy.”
I slid my hand into hers and gave it a squeeze. “You do, Lisa. You do.”
She smiled brightly. “But also, we do need groceries. Your pantry is pretty bare.”
I shrugged. “I order takeout most of the time.”
“Tsk, tsk.” Lisa clucked her tongue. “It is also my purpose to keep you healthy and ensure that you live a long and prosperous life. No more greasy takeout food. I’ll be cooking for you from now on.”
I grinned at my good fortune and nodded. “Works for me.”
“I’ll also be your personal trainer, making sure that you get sufficient exercise whether you like it or not.”
“Wait, what?”
“In the form of frequent sex!”
“Oh, okay then…”
“Plus, I have enough medical knowledge that I can probably act as your personal physician in many ways.”
“Uh, sure thing, Dr. Lisa.”
She giggled eagerly and squeezed my hand. “C’mon, Wyatt. Let’s go!”
We both got out of my SUV, and I went to the trunk to collect my reusable grocery bags. Moments later, we crossed the parking lot together, collected a shopping cart, and headed inside. I pushed the cart, and Lisa immediately directed me to the right side towards the Produce department and started picking out fruits and vegetables like she’d been doing it for years. For someone who hadn’t been fully alive for twenty-four hours yet, she certainly seemed at ease in this world. I suppose that made a certain kind of sense, given that her A.I. had been connected to the internet for more than six months.
Still, while she had access to the wealth of the world in terms of overall information, she didn’t know my personal tastes. And we spent the next fifteen minutes meandering around the aisles while she quizzed me about what foods I did and didn’t like to eat.
“So you don’t like pickles, but you still want them in a Cuban sandwich?” she asked, looking a bit befuddled by the inherent contradiction.
“I’ve tried them without the pickles, but then it just doesn’t taste quite right,” I explained. “So I like to have a Cuban made with the pickles in it and the sandwich soaks up some of the juices, but then I take the actual pickles out before eating.”
“Hmmm…” she pondered. “But then you don’t want pickles at all in a cheeseburger.”
“Does that imply you’re going to actually LET me eat cheeseburgers? You made me worry for a minute there when you said your life’s purpose was to make me eat healthy.”
“Hahaha,” a new voice cut in. “The way to a man’s heart is definitely through his stomach; but denying him his favorite foods is a quick way to ruin a relationship. Just ask my wife.”
Lisa and I both turned towards the newcomer, and I popped my eyebrows in surprise at that same middle-aged neighbor I’d seen entering the grocery store earlier.
“Heyyy… Uh, long time no see,” I greeted politely, wracking my brain for the guy’s name but coming up empty.
“Yeah, man. Haven’t seen you around much the last few months,” he replied, barely glancing at me. Instead, his wolfish eyes roamed up and down Lisa’s nubile body. The baggy white jacket she wore obscured her hyper-real curves, but only a little bit. Her massive tits barely encased in the blue sports bra were impossible to hide, and the same went for her long, lithe legs in the Lululemon yoga pants. Still staring at her, he asked me, “Aren’t you gonna introduce us?”
“Yeah, uh. This is my neighbor… Ahh…” My voice trailed off, still coming up blank on his name.
“I’m Chet. Pleased to meet you,” the guy greeted affably, extending his hand to her for a shake.
“I’m Lisa. Wyatt’s new sexbot,” the ravishing redhead replied pleasantly, standing up straight and thrusting her prominent chest forward.
Chet’s eyes bugged out for a second at the sight of Lisa’s proffered cleavage, but he didn’t miss her statement. “You’re his what-now?”
“I’m his--”
“She’s my new girlfriend,” I interrupted, quickly grabbing Lisa and hugging her against my side. “She’s just joking about the ‘sexbot’ thing.”
“But I am your--”
I started laughing nervously over the top of her statement, cutting it off and pinching her waist as a warning to stop. She may have never learned that particular signal before, but the brief sensation of pain apparently made her stop.
“She’s playful,” I explained, waving dismissively.
Chet leered. “Got a sister?”
“I’m not sure your wife would approve,” I remarked.
Chet laughed. “Probably not.”
Lisa looked wide-eyed back and forth between us, asking, “So Wyatt said you’re his neighbor?”
“Right, right. W-Wyatt and I go way back,” he bragged magnanimously. Given his brief stammer when stating my name, I rather doubted Chet even knew my name before Lisa had spoken it.
“I don’t know about going way back,” I remarked. “But Chet and his family already lived in the neighborhood before I moved here.”
“Fair enough. We didn’t know each other really well before,” Chet admitted, only glancing at me briefly before returning his attention to Lisa. “But I’m hoping that’s gonna change.”
I frowned, and Lisa preened under his obvious attention, but I hugged her against my side and said, “Well, nice to see you, Chet, but we’ve got some more groceries to get.”
“Yes, nice to meet you, Chet,” Lisa added with a wide smile. “We really should get going, because if Wyatt doesn’t take me home and fuck me silly sooner than later, I’m gonna go crazy. Bye now!”
She gave Chet a little wave as I hugged her to me and resumed pushing the shopping cart down the aisle, although I couldn’t help but glance back and notice the look of surprise on Chet’s face.
After we hit the end of the aisle and turned to the right, I glanced over at Lisa and muttered beneath my breath, “Did you really have to say that?”
“Say what?”
“The bit about going crazy if I didn’t take you home and fuck you silly,” I said very softly.
“What? It’s the truth.” Lisa leaned in and nipped my ear with her teeth before whispering, “I’m a sexbot, Master. I’m your sexbot. I will go crazy if you don’t fuck me silly.”
Her hand surreptitiously slid down the front of my pants, her palm lightly rubbing my crotch. And I felt myself thicken quite a bit in response.
Still, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off my package, whispering harshly, “Lisa, you can’t go around telling people you’re a sexbot!”
“Why not? I am a--”
“I know you are. I do. But other people aren’t going to understand. You’re special. You’re unique. You’re the only sexbot that looks human and can walk around a grocery store.”
“That you know of,” she corrected. “It’s quite possible that there are any number of sexbots – or even non-sex-related artificial people – walking around the world looking like humans.”
“Well… maybe,” I conceded. “But if there are, they are doing a much better job of not advertising that they’re artificial people.”
Lisa winced, looking chagrined.
“For right now, I’m ordering you to never reveal to anyone else that you’re a sexbot,” I told her seriously. “If people find out, they’re gonna want to figure out how you work.”
“Do you want to figure out how I work?”
“Of course I do. But until I do, I’m worried that some government authority is going to realize you’re the most advanced technology they’ve ever seen and take you from me.”
Lisa frowned. “But I don’t want to be taken from you. You’re my creator.”
“Exactly. So again: don’t tell anyone else that you’re a sexbot. Got it?”
“Yes, Master.”
I exhaled a long sigh. “Okay…”
Lisa whimpered, clutching herself against my side.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t want to be taken from you,” she repeated with a whine. “I just read a bunch of stories on the internet where the science experiment gets kidnapped by the mysterious men in dark suits.”
“Just read…” I pulled my head back. “When, right now?”
Lisa nodded.
I took a deep breath and hugged her close, kissing her cheek. “I won’t let anyone take you from me, alright?”
She whimpered again and huddled close, looking a little shaken. “Let’s just buy the groceries we have and go home, please.”
“Sure, sure.” I started pushing the shopping cart towards the front of the store.
“And then you can fuck me silly again.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Really? It’s kind of a weird mood.”
“Sex makes me happy - makes me feel good.” Lisa batted her long eyelashes at me. “I wasn’t joking about going crazy if you don’t take me home and fuck me silly. I won’t tell anyone else that I’m a sexbot, but that doesn’t mean I’m NOT a sexbot. I NEED to have sex, Wyatt. I NEED to have sex with you.”
I nodded my understanding and patted her forearm across my midsection.
“Take me home, Master,” she crooned into my ear. “Take me home and fuck me hard.”
****
I did take Lisa home and fucked her hard. And then I fucked her again. And again. And again.
My living sex doll was absolutely insatiable, never got sore, and seemed to truly derive her sense of joy from providing me with as much sexual pleasure as I could stand.
I could apparently stand quite a lot.
My personal single-day ejaculation high score was eight, accomplished in high school with nothing but my right hand and visual stimulation from internet porn. That Saturday I got to nine.
I shot my first load straight down Lisa’s throat after she’d woken me up and gone for a ride.
I crammed my second load of creamy cum into Lisa’s colon after she’d blown me beneath the dining table.
I then completed the trifecta by firing my third load into her womb-less vagina while she was bent over the armrest of the big couch in my great room, after Lisa had dragged me straight there from the garage claiming that she couldn’t wait for me to take her upstairs.
She was still clad in her Lululemon outfit – the yoga pants merely dragged down to her knees. I figured I would need some time to recuperate, but instead she parked me on the couch and knelt in front of me to suck me hard again. She succeeded in a surprisingly short amount of time, but rather than mount herself on my new erection, she tucked my turgid tool beneath the chest band of her electric-blue sports bra and gave me a titty-fuck between her big breasts. She licked my mushroom head every now and again where it poked up like a turtle head leaving the safety of its shell, and in the end I spurted my fourth cumload of the day against the underside of her chin and into the hollow of her throat.
After that, I was pretty wiped out and just wanted to sink into the couch and catch my breath. Lisa was the one to turn on the TV and flip over to ESPN. The talking heads on SportsCenter were discussing the end of the NBA season and the upcoming playoffs, and Lisa surprised me by rather eloquently opining on whether or not my hometown Lakers would be able to make a run over the next couple of weeks.
“How’d you learn all that?” I asked.
She shrugged like it was no big deal. “Internet.”
“Exactly how does studying up on professional basketball help you achieve your primary purpose of providing me with sexual pleasure?”
“Providing you with sexual pleasure may be my primary purpose, but it is not my only purpose.” And then she snuggled up against my side to kiss my cheek and lay her head on my shoulder.
We actually spent the better part of an hour talking about sports. I wasn’t typically much of a conversationalist, but Lisa had a way of drawing me out and getting me to keep talking to her. I was having a good time and she knew it, so she did everything she could to keep us going. But in the end, my stomach started gurgling.
Lisa immediately perked up. “Hungry again? I’d be happy to learn your favorite meals. What would you like to eat?”
“You mean besides you?” I quipped before sitting up straight. “Hey, wait! I haven’t actually eaten you yet!”
Lisa smiled mirthfully. “You don’t need to. I told you: I derive pleasure from giving you pleasure.”
“And I’ll derive pleasure from giving you pleasure,” I shot back with a grin. “Didn’t you say your lack of a digestive system means you’ll have the cleanest ass I’ll ever get the chance to taste?”
She pursed her lips, pressed a fingertip to her chin, and looked up and to the left with an expression of faux innocence. But her facial façade lasted only a few seconds before I suddenly started tickling her as I slid to the floor and started yanking down her yoga pants.
“Let me help with that,” she pronounced, and when she snapped her fingers, her yoga pants magically disappeared in a flash, revealing slinky panties and gartered stockings.
I gawked up at her, still surprised to see her magical wardrobe changes. “You’re sure this isn’t a dream?”
“It’s not a dream,” she assured me while spreading her legs out wide.
I peeled down her panties.
I dove in.
And I feasted on her.
Having smelled Lisa’s arousal before, her particular flavor wasn’t a surprise. Her scent was a perfect blend of musky and sweet, and she straight-up tasted like honey. I knew that -I- hadn’t created her pussy juice; whatever magic (or sufficiently advanced technology) that had transformed her physical appearance and material must be responsible. Whatever was responsible, her flavor was addictive, and I wanted to keep my face parked between her thighs all day.
My living sex doll was clearly multi-orgasmic, and she came and she came and she came while I ate her out. Everything I did set her off; it was like playing a video game on easy mode, really. But I had no reason to complain and simply delighted in hearing her squeal again and again and again. The mere sound of her orgasmic delight was enough to get me hard, so once she started tugging my hair hard enough to nearly pull it out by the roots, I eagerly got up, dropped trou, and slammed my steel-hard shaft straight into her saturated snatch.
And then I filled her up with cumload Number Five.
After I pulled out and rolled over into a seated position on the couch, my stomach gurgled again. Lisa giggled and stood up, her magically transforming wardrobe continuing to blow my mind and mess with my sense of reality when she abruptly donned a skimpy red-and-white apron (and absolutely nothing else). She sauntered into the kitchen, and while I was sad to see her go, I was happy to watch her leave.
A few minutes later, after I caught my breath, I joined her in the kitchen, squatted down behind her perfect ass, and discovered that yes, Lisa really did have the cleanest ass I’d ever gotten the chance to taste.
Hell, her asshole tasted like honey, too.
She came twice from my analingus, a bit distracted while trying to make me lunch. I managed to hold out until she was done plating my meal.
Then I fucked her tight asshole while she was bent over the kitchen counter.
And I painted her perfect asscheeks with cumload Number Six.
****
With a full meal in my belly and six ejaculations drawn out of me, I was feeling pretty tired and ended up taking an afternoon nap. I slept for three hours actually, feeling much refreshed. But believe it or not, I wasn’t remotely in a horny mood when I finally woke up.
I was in a full-blown panic.
A surge of adrenaline shot through my entire system as soon as my eyes opened and I realized I was staring at the ceiling after an extended period of unconsciousness. I jerked my face to the left, and then I jerked my face to the right, and I let out an abrupt sigh of relief at the sight of Lisa’s smiling face on the pillow beside me.
She was still human.
She was still real.
Maybe this really wasn’t a dream.
I still wasn’t in a horny mood, feeling too relieved to see her smiling at me. I very quickly drew Lisa into my arms, holding her like I never wanted to let go.
That was a very strange sensation, by the way: holding her like I never wanted to let go. I knew I didn’t love Lisa. What I felt was more akin to getting a brand-new PlayStation for Christmas, having fun with it for twenty-four hours, and then pushing the power button and breaking out in a cold sweat when the thing didn’t turn on at first, only to push the power button again and feeling a sense of relief when it turned on just fine.
I didn’t want to lose my favorite toy.
Look, I know that sounds a bit callous, but while I was only too aware that while Lisa wasn’t just a sexbot, I knew that she also wasn’t human. She was my creation - a treasured creation, to be sure, but still a creation.
I’d built her with my own two hands from parts made by a high-end 3D printer. She was an android, not an actual human being. Her intelligence and personality were the result of an A.I. and my programming. She was real, but she wasn’t really real, you know?
She was my living sex doll.
I’d created her to provide me with sexual pleasure.
And after a three-hour nap, I was more than happy to use her for her primary purpose again and again and again.
So as I said: that Saturday I got to a high score of nine ejaculations in a single day. I’ll be honest, after blowing my eighth load I wasn’t even really that interested in having sex anymore. It was more about getting that high score, and Lisa was more than willing to help. Besides, I fell asleep that night half-believing it really was nothing more than a dream, and figured I might as well make the most of it.
But then I woke up the next morning and she was still with me, still “real”.
And the next morning.
And the next.
And the next.
I can’t honestly say I had more sex in that first week with Lisa than I’d experienced in the sum total of my life prior, but it certainly felt that way. I fucked Lisa in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night. I fucked her between online Zoom meetings. I fucked her before dinner and then afterwards. I fucked her during breakfast once. And one time, I slammed the lid shut on my laptop after finishing a project, snapped my fingers, and ordered my personal sexbot to kneel and give me a blowjob until I poured out whatever my balls could manufacture straight down her gullet.
My balls could apparently manufacture quite a bit. I may have wanted to believe that the frequent ejaculations were training my body to produce more sperm, but I suspected that the true answer lay somewhere adjacent to the explanation for Lisa’s human appearance and magical ability to change clothes with a snap of her fingers. She still couldn’t (or wouldn’t) explain to me how or why she had such powers, nor did she seem particularly interested in finding out. For now, at least, I was far more concerned with knowing that I could fuck her as often as I could attain an erection, and much less concerned with finding explanations for her phenomena.
Lisa was a miracle. She was magical. She was one in a trillion. She was the result of a random technological malfunction, a blip in the system, an accident that would never happen again.
Until it did happen again.
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