Master's Journey: Automonic Protocol #5
Added 2019-05-03 01:29:21 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Clarissa begins to open up.
[fu/?] [fondling] [blowjob]
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“You’re... really good at this,” Clarissa lets slip an awkward chuckle, more burbling free of her parted lips than purposefully released. You feel her shiver beneath you, then relax a little more, her eyes sliding shut fully as her body drapes back across yours, her bare skin touching the smooth white latex of your suit. “Maybe getting you wasn’t... aauunh... u-um....”
You lean close, your lips brushing the edge of Clarissa’s ear. ASMR is one of the many protocols you’ve been designed with in order to soothe your owners, and you let your whisper ripple throughout Clarissa’s mind, through her body, causing the soft, tiny hairs on her arms to stand on end. “Wasn’t what, mistress?” Your hands tease down her sides again, caressing her down to her hips and gently working your fingers in, massaging her supple flesh before moving upwards once again, stroking along the sides of her breasts, just barely skirting past the nipples -- enough that the moan Clarissa lets out is as much one of agonized desire as it is of satisfaction.
“Wasn’t... s-such a bad idea...” she sighs out, the emptying of her breath sharply reversing into a gasp when you seize the moment to brush your fingertips along her nipples, which you find slightly enlarged from motherhood. You caress around her areolas, the current of trembles running through her almost electric, and press your lips softly to the back of her neck. “O-oh my God....”
“I can do more for you,” you whisper, kissing her again, this time further in, on the side of her throat. You swivel one nipple between your thumb and forefinger, your wrist rotating to make the motion continual, drawing another cry from the red-haired beauty like she were a violin, and your fingers a bow; a long, sonorous note filling the room as she arches her back against you. “All you need to do is ask.”
Clarissa doesn’t reply. Instead, in one smooth motion, she turns, planting her lips to yours in a long kiss, an embrace that speaks of more than simple lust or desire. Her tongue doesn’t enter your mouth, nor does it attempt to, her arms winding around you to hold you tight against her nearly-naked body as she clings to you. This is a woman in desperate need of affection, and... perhaps strangely, you feel some kind of sensation well up inside of you as well. Something that enjoys the embrace, the feeling of being wanted, bonded with.
Your hands slide down her back, feather-light touches caressing her sides, then hips, resting on her smooth backside as you return the kiss, your lips rubbing and pressing along her own, gently suckling the soft petals of flesh, taking in the taste of the cooling chapstick she applied before going to bed. You let her fill your senses, and find them going wild within you... sensors that you can’t trace to your programming. Feelings eclipsing sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. You feel... you feel. And no matter how hard you index those feelings, you can’t determine how, or why. All you can do is immerse yourself in this moment.
“I didn’t know you were...” Clarissa breathes against your lips, nuzzling at you, nibbling at you, climbing into your lap completely and forcing you to sit in a more stable position on the bed as she all but mounts you, stealing another long, needy kiss. Her panties press up into you, and you can feel her bulge again, this time rubbing against your stomach, firm and warm, barely contained, pulsing with excitement. “H-how... how else can you...?”
“In whatever way you need, mistress,” you nuzzle her nose gently, kissing the tip of it, then her cheek. Your powerful, artificial arms lift her entire weight, lowering it down to the bed and drifting down her body, carefully easing her panties down from around her pleasantly full hips -- and after a moment of straining against the fabric, her womanhood bounces free from her underthings, laying across her stomach. You don’t ask why she sports the... tackle, that she does. It doesn’t matter. You’re fully equipped to pleasure her in whatever way she needs.
Instead, you examine the throbbing length a moment; bumping it with your nose, then kissing it. She’s hairless down here -- waxed, you presume -- and around six inches in length from your estimate, possibly a fraction more. Smooth, full, with an almost imperceptible curve to the right. An impressive member, if not alarming in any specific way. You kiss it again, then again, pressing your lips on the stiff, musky pink tip and letting them slowly drag away. Providing saliva is a fairly simple matter, as water vapor is a common, clean byproduct of a certain few of your quasi-organic features, the ones allowing you to blend in more comfortably with human owners. Even if it weren’t, the Android Service Corporation planned for situations such as this far in advance -- even units not explicitly built for erotic work, such as yourself, feature enough effigial sex anatomy to pleasure their owners. Clarissa’s cock glides easily into your mouth, the now fully-nude woman arching her back and letting out a cry of bliss, a tremble shaking through her body that makes her breasts ripple and bounce. You almost smile, then pause, wondering why. Why are you... different?
You do your best to put the thought from your mind, sinking lower on Clarissa’s pulsating shaft and taking it deeper, deeper into your throat, your tongue coiling nimbly around it. You are free from risk of gagging, but for Clarissa’s sake, you playfully pretend to. Your hands caress along the outsides of her thighs before one makes its way to her smooth balls, gently fondling and cupping them while you suck her dick.
“Nn... C-Cia, do you... do you have...?” Her legs wind limply around your shoulders and neck, and you wonder to yourself... where will you go from here?
[ Choose one or two options. ]
1) Whip out your dick, and:
1a) Titfuck Clarissa
1b) Let her blow you.
1c) Fuck her ass.
1d) Hotdog her.
2) Stay clothed for now, and:
2a) Keep blowing her.
2b) Let her fuck your tits (unzip suit)
2c) Grind your ass on her (suit on)
3) Strip down, and:
3a) Ride her cock.
3b) Grind your ass on her (suit off)
3c) Frot her
