Robot Lover Ch. 03

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You ever have one of those moments where you suddenly realize you’ve leaped into a commitment, and everything is going to be different? If that weren’t enough, Tommy is about to find out what it’s like to be a robot with a rather kinky mistress.

Chapter 3

That evening was very strange. Claudia and I sat side by side, but not obviously together, on the sofa, watching a television drama of some sort. We were surrounded by three or four of our housemates.

I have no memory of the program.

I was intensely aware of her. I could smell her, but instead of her usual strong smell of sweat-and-whatever, she smelled mostly of sandalwood. Which was no surprise. After exploring each other intimately during our first shower that morning, using sandalwood soap as a lubricant, we had spent approximately three hours in my bed getting dirty. After that we had showered again, but to

avoid advertising our situation, we had done it separately. Her hair was clean and shiny, piled up on her head with wooden barrettes instead of hanging on her shoulders. Two of our fellow residents had complimented her separately on how nice she looked. I had pangs of jealousy.

I was completely smitten. I was happy but worried, because it was so strange.

She had taken me by surprise. It wasn’t just the sex, although the sex had been maybe the best I had ever imagined. I just wanted to be with her. Alone. I liked her. I wanted to talk with her.

It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, unless you took it back to her comments the night before about Mr. Data being a giant vibrator. Something in her personality just seemed right for me, which was a total surprise. I knew there would be no misunderstandings here, even if we were to disagree about something.

I didn’t really know her at all, and yet I was ready for her to be there all the time, maybe even for the rest of my life. Jesus! What was I thinking? I was crazy in love, and I was well aware of it.

What if she was just fucking around with me? What if she didn’t feel about me the way I felt about her?

That afternoon, after we had separately showered and dressed, we found ourselves unwilling to split up. As we were heading downstairs together, a couple of our housemates came in the front door. I had looked at her and she said, “Not yet,” so we acted as we always had, as if we barely knew each other. At the bottom of the stairs we split up.

After dinner, sitting and watching that stupid show, I had to agree it might be wise to maintain calm. First of all, we actually did barely know each other. Who knew what would happen next? Second, I didn’t think a romantic couple in the middle of a house full of proudly uncivilized singles was likely to be a comfortable situation.

But if “not yet,” when? Was this going to be a comedy or a tragedy?

I felt a tap on my thigh. I looked at her, but she was watching the TV. I looked down and her hand was tucked next to me with a piece of paper sticking out of it. I looked around and nobody was looking our way, so I took the note and kept it in my own hand for a minute or two, then unfolded it slowly, and finally looked

down.

In a pencil scrawl, it said, “Aftr I go up, wait 1/2 hr and say Ur going to bed. U R robot.”

——

After we had played “Robot Lover” that morning, with me as the human and her in the role of very dirty robot, we had dropped the game completely, fucking in every position and absolutely wallowing in our surprised affection for each other. I couldn’t believe we had been living in the same house for months without me realizing that she was the perfect woman for me. There was something undefinably interesting about her, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who had noticed it. She was cute. She was smart.

And best of all she was the dirtiest, most cheerful lover I had ever known. I hoped she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

A couple of minutes after I read the note, a commercial interrupted the show and Claudia got up and went upstairs. Nobody really paid any attention; the bathroom was up there, and people were up and down those stairs all the time. I looked at the clock.

I spent the half hour that followed thinking about what it would be like to be the “robot,” taking orders. What would Claudia ask me to do? She was clearly a piss freak, and so was I, but we couldn’t play really messy games in her bedroom, which is where I assumed we would be. And we couldn’t take over the bathroom, as we had that afternoon. It was the only one in the house.

What could she tell me to do that I wouldn’t do? The first time we had discussed robot lovers, she had brought up “eating shit” as something a robot would do that a human lover might not, but I had told her at the time that I wouldn’t eat shit. And the person playing the robot always had the right to refuse a command. Nevertheless I found that I was a little nervous about continuing the game as the robot. No control. No satisfaction of my own whims. A robot lover.

——-

Wearing sandıklı escort only my robe, teeth brushed, I knocked gently on Claudia’s door, then let myself into the darkness of her room and closed it behind me. As soon as the latch clicked, Claudia said softly, “Lock it.” As I did, her bedside lamp, covered with a sheer piece of red cloth, went on.

“Yes… mistress,” I said. She was sitting completely naked, propped up with pillows, her legs spread obscenely. In the dim red light, her hair looked jet black and her skin, even with her skater tan, looked white. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to drop your robe right there,” she said. I did. My penis had been starting to fill since I took my clothes off. Half-engorged, it swayed in front of me.

“Stand over here where I can play with you, robot,” she said.

I did. My groin was even with her face. She leaned sideways and sucked my slightly soft cock entirely into her mouth. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me toward her, forcing my balls against her chin. And then she stopped, holding me in while my cock swelled rapidly. I wondered if she would take me down her throat, and I grew even faster. I realized the room already smelled like her. She had been masturbating.

I stood for what seemed like minutes, while she gently rocked my hips toward her face. Finally, she pushed me slightly back, and I could feel her tongue and cheeks working to swallow her saliva. I was fully erect. She held me away as she pulled off me, almost regretfully. She looked up at me as she casually jacked me with one hand.

“What to do, robot?” she said. “Do you want to make a list of things you won’t do?”

“No, mistress. I’ll let you know when we come to a line I don’t want to cross.”

“Would you whip me?”

She was playing with me. But maybe not.

“Yes,” I said. “But.”

“But what?”

“If we did it right, it would be noisy.”

She nodded, glancing at the wall that separated her from her neighbor, Bill. The house was famous for having no insulation. In fact it was Bill, who shared his other wall with the bathroom, who had begged everyone to stop singing in the shower.

In a lower voice, she said, “Put your butt right here,” and she patted a spot between her legs. She pointed toward the foot of the bed. “Put your head there and wrap your legs around me,” and she handed me a pillow.

So I found myself flat on my back with my balls essentially in Claudia’s lap. She just played with me for a long time, looking at my cock, cupping my balls, tugging on my sack, and standing my cock up like a toy while she jacked me. She massaged my ass crack

for a while as I groaned with pleasure, then curled a couple of fingers up into me and pushed them into my hole. I tried to relax, but the human body does tend to clench in that situation.

“Robot,” she said, “I want you to clean my feet. I want you to lick and suck until all my toes are squeaky clean,” and she pressed her feet toward both sides of my face.

She was still jacking me with one hand while she kept a couple of fingers up my ass. My cock was wet, and she was making soft, slapping sounds.

I had never sucked a girl’s toes, and had never even been interested, but I knew for a fact that she already had clean feet, because I had washed them myself, so what the hell.

I turned my head and grabbed the foot that was now in my face. I started a slobbery sort of licking and sucking, beginning with her heel. She was making a humming sound and began slapping her pussy, still finger-fucking me.

She turned out to be ticklish, in spots, anyway, because as I licked her foot under the arch, she started kicking. She got me right in the face. It reminded me of football practice. I hung on.

“Toes!” she said.

I shifted my attention to her little piggies, starting with the smallest. I sucked it into my mouth and bathed it, then used my tongue between that toe and the next one. I lifted my head to see what Claudia thought, and she had thrown her head back, but she was vigorously strumming her clit.

I made a firmer job of it with the next couple of toes, really pressing my tongue into whatever crevices I found. It was fun, and I began to understand how people could get into it. I sucked her big toe like it was a cock, bobbing my head.

“Oh!” she said. “You are a dirty, dirty robot.”

“Your feet taste good, mistress,” I said. It was true.

She groaned. It was more of a growl. “Ah!” she said. “Come up here! Come up here!”

I got up and started to climb on top of her. She stopped me with her hands on my shoulders, and pushed my face into her crotch. I began to see the light.

“Eat me!” she groaned. “Eat me out, robot!”

And so I pushed my face back into her wonderful body for the second time that day, enjoying her smell and her amazing wetness. She seemed to enjoy noises, so I slurped and sucked loudly between and around her wonderful pussy lips. I fucked her, not saray escort just with my tongue but my whole face, pushing and licking. I slid a finger under her and pushed my way into her sopping wet asshole. It slid in for about an inch without much resistance, so I started attacking that hole, too. And that did it.

She stated to wail, so I threw my pillow over her face. She got the idea and pressed it to her face as she groaned. It was still pretty loud, frankly. After five or ten seconds she went silent and “planked,” holding her hips in a frozen arch, ass and pussy clamped shut.

When she finally dropped back onto the bed, she put her hands under my arms and pulled upward, so I finally did climb up to where we were face to face, with me partly on top of her. We had a very wet sloppy kiss that smelled like pussy.

I reached down and started to gently rub the area above her clit, and she grabbed my wrist and pushed it away as if my hand were red hot. I realized she was still oversensitive from her orgasm.

“I’ll tell you when you can touch me, robot,” she said.

“Yes, mistress,” I said. “I await your commands.”

“Just kiss me some more, Tommy. I want you.”

So we just made out for a while, which was all right with me. I was delighted to have this beautiful, scruffy girl biting my lips and sucking my tongue. She smiled into my eyes and held my face in her hands. She seemed to be as taken with me as I was with her, and that’s as good as it gets.

“I absolutely love your face,” I said, “but I request permission to go molest your wonderful tits.”

“You are now permitted to molest any part of me you wish,” she said.

“You know,” I said, “that is exactly what I would want if I were the master.”

“Shut up. Molest me.”

I propped myself up so I could use my free hand to fondle Claudia’s breasts, really examining her nipples in the red light from her lamp, and running my fingertips around them. They responded, becoming visibly longer and distinct from her puffy aureoles. I was endlessly happy with her breasts. I pushed them up and down, back and forth, then bent down and sucked each one into my mouth as far as I could. She started to groan again, faintly. For three or four minutes, I gently sicked and teased her nipples with my tongue. She played with my hair.

“Do you enjoy having your nipples sucked?” she asked.

“I don’t remember anyone ever sucking my nipples,” I said.

“Lay down, robot.” She pushed me down on my back and mounted my thighs, then bent down and licked each of my nipples, swirling her tongue around them and gently sucking them into her mouth.

I was disappointed to find that I didn’t really enjoy it. There was nothing there to turn me on except the fact that it was Claudia who was doing it. It actually hurt a bit when Claudia vigorously sucked my nipples and the surrounding tissue into her mouth.

She sat up and rubbed my belly. “What do you think?” she asked.

It doesn’t do much for me,” I said, “but you can do anything you want to me.”

She looked at me. “Really,” she said. “You are my robot lover?”

“Yes, my wonderful mistress.”

She stroked my cock several times, holding it tight.

“Turn over,” she said.

She lifted her weight off me and I did turn over, face down, wondering what she had in mind.

She sat back down on the backs of my thighs, then leaned forward and massaged my back for a moment–shoulders, spine, and finally butt.

“One of these days I’m going to give you a real massage,” she said. “Your traps and delts are tight.” She was playing with my ass cheeks, opening them and running her fingers lightly over my hole.

“If you say so, mistress.”

“I do say so. I’m impressed with your obliques, too. Nice definition. You look like you must have been doing something athletic recently.”

“I don’t know. I was a swimmer for a couple of years back in high school.”

She ignored that. “Here’s what I came for, though,” she said, and pulled my ass open as far as it would go. “Remember when I told you my ass was yours, robot?”

“I do. It was this morning,” I said, and then groaned, because she was again forcing a fingertip into my asshole.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, robot?” she asked.

“Not exactly, no,” I said.

“What do you mean, ‘not exactly?'” Now she was pushing what felt like her thumb into me.

“Unhh!” I said. “I’ve had a lot of things up my ass. You know, fingers… objects….”

“Objects?” She laughed.

“I had a vibrating dildo at camp. I used it a lot.”

“You took a dildo to camp?”

I laughed. “No. I was a counsellor. It was a couple of years ago. It… unh!… was a gift. From a friend there.”

“Wow,” she said. “What kind of friends did you have?” She stopped pushing

and left her thumb stuck in my asshole. It felt like it was maybe up to the first

knuckle. It wasn’t really a sexy feeling; my butt felt invaded, and I kept clenching.

“Well, sarıkamış escort this friend was gay, as you might imagine.”

“They hired gay counsellors?”

“Oh, god, no. I was the only one who knew.”

“Because you were getting it on?”

“No,” I said, then groaned, because Claudia had started pushing her way into

my ass again.

“We talked about butt sex–“

“Aha!” Claudia said.

“No. We just talked about it. I was curious. He had never been with a girl, and

in college he found boys like him all over the place. You could say he was obsessed with asses.”

“like yours.”

“No! We never had sex! I had never done anything you could call gay, and nothing ass-related with anybody… Unnh!… He gave me the dildo almost as a joke. He had

three or four of them, I think. I… unnh!… used it quite a bit, but it felt better

than what you’re doing.”

“Really?” she asked. “With him?” She was pushing deeper.

“No. This might sound funny, but we weren’t that attracted to each other. He told

me I wasn’t his type, and that was OK with me.”

“I’m jealous of him anyway,” she said. “So you used this dildo a lot?”

“Yes. I had a spot out in the woods where I would hide and jack off. With that

thing up me, it would take about thirty seconds…. Unnhh!”

Claudia had stopped leaning into my ass, but was pulling my asshole this way

and that.

“It was small, though,” I said. “I have never been actually fucked in the ass.”

She leaned down and quietly said in my ear, “Well I have, and I didn’t like it….

My partner thought being brutalized would make me horny. Fucking idiot…. But I do enjoy playing with my ass.”

“Then let me play with your ass,” I said.

Lowering her voice even more she said, “I do want you to play with my asshole,

but as you can see, it’s not a matter of just jamming things up there. It’s not

designed for it. I want to give my ass to you, Tommy, but I want to enjoy it when

you fuck me.”

Oh, my god.

“That’s what I want too,” I said. “With all my heart.”

She pulled her thumb out of my ass, which made me groan and laugh at the

same time. She rubbed my asshole gently.

“Robot, I would like very much for you to fuck my ass. Long and slow.” She

leaned down again and spoke very quietly. “Whenever you want.”

My cock started to swell underneath me.

“But I like your little butthole, too, robot. I would really enjoy using it to teach

you how to fuck mine properly. Would you like that?”

Jesus. “Of course I would.”

But she already knew that.

“Robot, get up on your knees and open that drawer to your left,” she said. I did, and noticed for the first time her little bedside stand. I pulled open the

drawer, and saw several objects in it.

“Give me all that stuff,” she said.

I grabbed a small box and three objects that felt and smelled like

latex. As I gave them to Claudia, I could see in the dim red light that one was a

good-sized “anal intruder,” a long flexible wand with bumps that gradually get bigger toward the base. The others were a fairly good-sized butt plug and a

realistic–but larger than life–erect cock.

“Some collection!” I said. I turned and sat down on the bed.

“This is just part of it,” she said. “My first real lover–I guess you could call her that–was a girl. My best friend in my freshman year here, in the dorms. We didn’t

really like any of the boys we were meeting, and we were terrified of getting

pregnant anyway, so we went from talking about it to playing all the time with

each other.”

I nodded. It had been the essentially the same long ago for me and my best

friend, but we certainly couldn’t have gotten our hands on toys like these, even if

we wanted to.

“How did you get hold of this stuff?” I asked.

“Her big brother bought it for her,” she said. “He was what you could call

‘depraved.'”

“Did you use it with him?” I was full of jealousy.

“No,” she said. “But she did.”

“… Wow!” I said. “Wow.”

Claudia held up the lifelike phallus, which was soft enough to sag a bit. “She

said he was bigger than this.”

It seemed unlikely.

“Which one of these things would you like me to use on your ass for a while?”

she asked.

I wasn’t looking forward to any of them, but I was a little curious. This could be

interesting if she was gentle….

Time to play the game.

“Your choice,” I said. “I am your robot…. But for the love of god please use

some lube, mistress.” She laughed, then leaned forward and kissed me.

It turned out that the box from the drawer held the lube, in a plastic squeeze

bottle.

Claudia looked at me for a moment, clearly deciding something, then said, “Lie

down on your back.” I did. “Scoot toward me,” she said. I did. She grabbed my left

foot and pushed it up and back, toward the head of her bed. “Good,” she said, and

pushed the other foot backward, too. I could see that she wanted access to my

bottom, so I grabbed my legs, and rolled back to expose my ass.

She took one of her pillows and jammed it under my tailbone. “That’s perfect,”

she said, and bent down. I could see the top of her head and I could feel her

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