Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... would do this. You're incredible, Claudia. And you know it, don't you?"

She didn't say anything.

"Of course I like the game, but what we have going here is more of a master-slave thing," I said. "A robot wouldn't call me 'master,' because... But you...."

"Never mind what robots would say! You aremy master."

Damn! I stared at her and she stared right back at me. This was the most amazing thing I had ever stumbled into. For a moment I considered that she might be nuts. If she was, though, I couldn't just throw up my hands and walk away. It was actually scary.

"Come close to me," I said.

"Yes, master." And she did.

I took her upper arms in my hands. I looked closely for the first time at her tattoo--a pink rosebud--on her upper left arm. The artist had been good. I was jealous of him; he had touched her. I lifted that arm. I could feel muscles under my fingers. She had a wisp of dark hair in her armpit. She kept looking into my face without saying anything. With her arm raised, that strong, familiar smell of her was even more intense. I lowered her arm, then bent and kissed her little tattoo. I kissed her neck, then the top of her breast.

"Take me in your hand," I said.

She gently cradled my cock in her hands, and slowly stroked it. "Yes, master," she said, and smiled up at me. I could literally feel heat rising. I didn't know if it was coming off her body or mine. I felt faint. I wanted her. Was I falling forClaud? I cupped her breasts, and she looked ...

... again into my face, and then at my cock as she slowly, firmly, jacked me into a blue-steel erection. Of course I was.

She looked up into my face, still stroking me, and tilted her head. Iloved that, when she tilted--

What the hell was the matter with me?

"Stop," I said.

She hesitated. "Yes, Master," she said.

"For now, this game is over," I said, "or at least it's on Pause." She looked confused.

"I need to talk to Claudia now. Not the robot. All right?"

She didn't speak for a moment, then said, "You've been speaking to Claudia all along."

"I hope to god that's true," I said. "I... uh..."

"Thomas Jackson!" she said. "I have wanted you since my first day in this house." She grabbed the lapels of my robe and pushed it off me, down my arms and onto the floor, then grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me into a tight embrace. "If you want me, you can have me. We don't need a game."

I kissed her. A wonderful, coffee-flavored kiss. It was wonderful to have full contact with her body. She kissed me back, tenderly. Then she grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me roughly, fiercely, as if to make sure I understood she was not just an object to play with. I nodded at her.

"Good game, though," I said.

She laughed. "Saved a hell of a lot of time." She took my cock in her hand again. "You want to play some more? Master?"

We heard heavy footsteps on the porch. I jumped and grabbed my robe, thinking it was a miracle one of our several housemates ...