Amanda: Monday's Child - Sex Stories

Amanda: Monday's Child

... you want to join you have entered, then follow them in. Are you sure you don’t want to join me?”

“Not now.”

“Then I hope you enjoyed the tour.”

The adonis then disappeared! I realized that the AI was giving me a tour of how things worked in the room. I don’t think anyone else could even see or hear him.

I turned and looked at the room wondering if I was in over my head when a door opened behind me. I spun around to see a man step out of the room. He was naked and sweaty. There were red welts on his chest, and as he went by I could see that they continued on his ass and back. There was cum on his thighs.

“Slave! Did you run into this man?”

“No, mistress!”

I turned back to the door to see Amanda. She had straight, short black hair and was wearing a black latex corset. She had a riding crop in her hand and smiled at me.

“Did this worm disturb you?” she asked me.

“No.”

She looked at him and said, “You may go.” He scurried off before she could change her mind.

“So, a new man,” she said as she turned back to me.

“I suppose so.”

“I was planning on leaving, but perhaps I can stay and break you in.”

“I don’t want to be beat!”

“Oh, that. That is what HE wanted.”

“And what did you want?”

“To make him happy, of course. What would make you happy?”

“I… I was hoping to be pegged.”

“I can do that. Have you been pegged before?”

“A couple of times.”

“Let’s go into a private room.”

She opened a room and had me step in. I turned ...

... to watch her come in and she also disappeared. But moments later she reappeared.

“Are you part of the AI?”

“No more than you. What you see is generated by the AI, but I am real. Just like you.”

She was now a blonde. Her breasts seemed a bit larger, but that might just have been because now they were exposed above a silk balcony bra. Her legs were clad in pink stockings, and I could just see the edges of pink panties peeking out from behind a pink harness supporting a realistic dildo about six inches long.

“Does this meet your wants?”

“Yes, you're beautiful and sexy! Why did you blink out?”

“Each time you enter a room you can change your appearance. This is my ‘beginner’ outfit. Changes to your clothing or appearance force a reset of your projection.”

Without further pause, she walked to me, put her arms around my neck, and pulled me into a kiss. The lip gloss on her gave a scent of strawberries, and I was drawn back in time to my teenage years when it seemed that every teenage girl smelled of strawberries. Amanda was not a teenager. Her avatar was clearly a mature woman, roughly the same age as me.

We kissed for awhile while the phallus attached to her teased my cock through my slacks. My manhood quickly grew from the kisses on my lips, and the light brushes through the thin material. She leaned back and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. When they were unfastened, she slid the shirt off my chest. Leaning down, she took a nipple into her mouth and ...