of looking at myself so completely fucked like this.
I flopped back in bed, holding it in place, while my other hand roamed over the slight bulge of my breasts, pinching my dark nipples, as if they needed further stimulation. Enthusiastic fingers finally sought my clit, teasing it for a few moments, before moving over the dampness of taut lips, and up the vein-shrouded pole, and back again to where it entered me. That’s when John walked in.
“Hey, what took you so long; I had to start without you?” I asked in a pouting, yet playful tone of disappointment.
“You did tell me to wait five minutes, Margo.”
“I know, just kidding is all. Here, take it out of me. This is the one I want you to use.” I braced myself, closing my eyes, biting my lip in anticipation.
“Oh shit…” I clutched the sheets, as my gripping inner muscles rapidly collapsed upon themselves. The dildo was replaced by a dull, hot emptiness that ended in the pit of my stomach. It was an old familiar feeling that I craved no different than the air I breathed.
“Hurry up, John,” I rasped, eyeing him like a staved wolf. Thankfully it didn’t take long for him to attach it, via the special magnetic points made for just such a purpose.
The sight of John hovering over me, desirably manly, if that were possible, with ‘his’ immense glistening cock staring me right in the face, set my mouth to watering.
“Wait.” I sat up, scooting over the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to give you head first?”
“Do you wish to give me oral sex first?” Grrrr… That’s not what I asked you.
I let out a deep breath of frustration. “John, tell me to suck your dick.”
“Yes, Margo. I want you to suck my dick.” Still not good enough.
“No, John, tell me to suck it.”
“Margo, you will suck my dick before we engage in sexual intercourse.” Close enough, I sighed in defeat.
I closed my eyes, cupping the cool metal of what would have been John’s ass, pulling him closer. At times I could almost forget the dildo wasn’t real; it even tasted like delicious cockflesh. Sytha-Corp had thought of everything. I shuddered when his dick touched my lips, hinted with the lingering fragrance of sweet innocence and excited naughtiness. That was the closest comparison I’d come up with to what my pussy smelled like after the juices started flowing.
The dildo was too large for me to give John a proper blowjob; I could barely get my mouth open wide enough to take more than the head and first couple of inches. He didn’t care; this part was for me, not him. Regardless, I stretched my mouth as wide as I could, lips tightly engulfing the fleshy, conical tip. I started to gag, swallowing thickly; my pussy damped at the wonderful sensation of helplessness.
With one hand I slowly worked the length of his broad shaft while the other trailed between my legs, teasing my clit with the tip of my short fingernail. My tongue ran down one side of his cock and back up the hard ridge beneath it, working the foreskin into a rumbled fold that I lavished like a desperate lover. Every so often I convulsed, jerking with uncontrollable jolts of electric pleasure that shot outward from between my thighs.
“Your cock tastes so good, John,” I moaned, rubbing it against my cheek, smearing it with the mixed scent I loved. “I’m your whore, John, say it.”
“You are my whore, Margo.”
“Tell me what a cock slut I am,” I panted, slipping into that wonderful place of female abasement that I’d found unexplained comfort in for so many years.
“You are a cock slut, Margo.” Oh god, how I loved to hear those words from a man, even if he was a droid.
“Cum in my mouth, John, please?” My voice came in hiccups, selfishly needy. Both my hands went to him now, jerking madly. “Just a little, three pulses, maximum pressure.” It was a little bit of a mood breaker having to give him such detailed instructions all the time, but you had to take the good with the
I flopped back in bed, holding it in place, while my other hand roamed over the slight bulge of my breasts, pinching my dark nipples, as if they needed further stimulation. Enthusiastic fingers finally sought my clit, teasing it for a few moments, before moving over the dampness of taut lips, and up the vein-shrouded pole, and back again to where it entered me. That’s when John walked in.
“Hey, what took you so long; I had to start without you?” I asked in a pouting, yet playful tone of disappointment.
“You did tell me to wait five minutes, Margo.”
“I know, just kidding is all. Here, take it out of me. This is the one I want you to use.” I braced myself, closing my eyes, biting my lip in anticipation.
“Oh shit…” I clutched the sheets, as my gripping inner muscles rapidly collapsed upon themselves. The dildo was replaced by a dull, hot emptiness that ended in the pit of my stomach. It was an old familiar feeling that I craved no different than the air I breathed.
“Hurry up, John,” I rasped, eyeing him like a staved wolf. Thankfully it didn’t take long for him to attach it, via the special magnetic points made for just such a purpose.
The sight of John hovering over me, desirably manly, if that were possible, with ‘his’ immense glistening cock staring me right in the face, set my mouth to watering.
“Wait.” I sat up, scooting over the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to give you head first?”
“Do you wish to give me oral sex first?” Grrrr… That’s not what I asked you.
I let out a deep breath of frustration. “John, tell me to suck your dick.”
“Yes, Margo. I want you to suck my dick.” Still not good enough.
“No, John, tell me to suck it.”
“Margo, you will suck my dick before we engage in sexual intercourse.” Close enough, I sighed in defeat.
I closed my eyes, cupping the cool metal of what would have been John’s ass, pulling him closer. At times I could almost forget the dildo wasn’t real; it even tasted like delicious cockflesh. Sytha-Corp had thought of everything. I shuddered when his dick touched my lips, hinted with the lingering fragrance of sweet innocence and excited naughtiness. That was the closest comparison I’d come up with to what my pussy smelled like after the juices started flowing.
The dildo was too large for me to give John a proper blowjob; I could barely get my mouth open wide enough to take more than the head and first couple of inches. He didn’t care; this part was for me, not him. Regardless, I stretched my mouth as wide as I could, lips tightly engulfing the fleshy, conical tip. I started to gag, swallowing thickly; my pussy damped at the wonderful sensation of helplessness.
With one hand I slowly worked the length of his broad shaft while the other trailed between my legs, teasing my clit with the tip of my short fingernail. My tongue ran down one side of his cock and back up the hard ridge beneath it, working the foreskin into a rumbled fold that I lavished like a desperate lover. Every so often I convulsed, jerking with uncontrollable jolts of electric pleasure that shot outward from between my thighs.
“Your cock tastes so good, John,” I moaned, rubbing it against my cheek, smearing it with the mixed scent I loved. “I’m your whore, John, say it.”
“You are my whore, Margo.”
“Tell me what a cock slut I am,” I panted, slipping into that wonderful place of female abasement that I’d found unexplained comfort in for so many years.
“You are a cock slut, Margo.” Oh god, how I loved to hear those words from a man, even if he was a droid.
“Cum in my mouth, John, please?” My voice came in hiccups, selfishly needy. Both my hands went to him now, jerking madly. “Just a little, three pulses, maximum pressure.” It was a little bit of a mood breaker having to give him such detailed instructions all the time, but you had to take the good with the
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