Robot Lover Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 02

... sound.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Deep clean," she said.

I pushed harder, slowly twisting my soapy fingers. I was impressed with her. I thought briefly about trying to fist her. That would be a test for her "nothing I won't do" attitude. On the other hand, she would end up with an asshole full of soap. Not conducive to rimming later, and it might itch. I was in unknown territory. I rinsed the soap off my hands, then tried repeatedly to work as much water as I could into her asshole. Finally, I did rim her, pushing my tongue a good distance into her.

She reached down and pulled herself even more open. "How do I taste, master?" she asked.

"To tell the truth, you taste like soap," I said.

"Not like shit?"

"No, my darling robot. Bend over so I can get the shower on you."

She bent and pulled her ass open as I tried to get as much water into her as I could.

"From now on, no soap," I said.

"We could use flavored lube."

"Maybe. Maybe butter. Or coconut oil."

She laughed. "Anything you wish, master."

Once again I almost said, "I love you," but again it seemed like an awkward time to say something like that. Not to mention definitely premature. I knew nothing about this girl except that she was blowing my mind every two minutes.

Still thinking about what coconut oil and asshole might taste like, I soaped my hands up again, and did her legs and feet, making sure I did a good job on her toes.

Finally, I stood up again, which felt good, and said, "You ...

... are the cleanest robot of all."

"I can tell," she said. I took her in my arms, just because I could.

"Don't hug me," she said. "You're all dirty."

"Oh, really? What happened to 'Yes, master,' 'Do whatever you want, master?'"

"Shut up," she said, and pushed me into the shower spray. "Now you."

She washed me without much ceremony, grabbing some shampoo and starting with my hair. "I'll do my own hair in a minute," she said.

"No one has washed me since I was too little to remember," I said. I liked the feeling--especially with the hair. She used her nails on my scalp. It was almost as good as what she did next, which was smoothly and slowly jacking my cock with soapy hands. She pushed me this way and that, washing and rinsing me.

"I've never washed anyone before," she said.

"You can practice on me whenever you want," I said.

She went back to my genitals and took it slow, examining my cock and rolling my balls in her fingers. She reached under me to scrub, then slowly jacked me with one hand while she cleaned around my cockhead with the fingers of the other. I started to swell again, and she smiled up at me. She rinsed me off, then grabbed my hips and turned me away from her.

"My ass isn't as pretty as yours," I said.

"Oh, I don't know," she said. She scrubbed my asshole vigorously, but worked only one fingertip into me. She pushed my butthole under the shower and said, "This one isn't going to taste like soap." I felt a general glow of lust inside ...