Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... overgrown kid, but she was tying me in knots! I wondered what she would say if I told her I was looking directly at her yummy bits. Her pussy lips were just visible in her pubic thatch. Perhaps best not to bring it up. I felt the first stirrings of Little Tommy, but he was safely behind my robe.

"So the coin toss would be the first thing," I said, "and then the robot could write down the things he or she wouldn't do. Am I overthinking it?"

"Okay," she said. "What we need is a dry run, to see what kind of issues pop up. Let's flip a coin and see what we would think if it were a real game."

Thinking that she was really messing with my head, I looked around at the furniture for a coin. I checked the pocket of my robe.

"Well, I don't have a coin," I said.

"I can see that," she said. I glanced down and she snorted. I was flashing her, too.

"I'll get one," she said. "Give me a minute," and she trotted up the stairs.

While she was gone, I took the coffee cups in to refill them, then decided not to, and rinsed my mouth out in the sink instead. I walked into the living room thinking that I should probably go put some clothes on, but Claudia was already coming down the stairs.

"Okay," she said. She was still barefoot and wearing what appeared to be just the T-shirt. She had brushed her hair. "What are the rules for the coin toss?"

Why had she brushed her hair? She never brushed her hair.

"Um, I think you would only need one toss," I said. "Whoever tosses ...

... it will call heads or tails, and we could say heads is human, tails is tech."

"How do you decide who gets to toss?"

"I don't know.... Politeness?"

"Oh, please," she said.

"For the love of god," I said, "let's come back to that. For now, you have the coin, so you have the toss."

"Fine," she said, and with a ringing snap of her thumb, she spun the coin in the air and backed up for it to hit the rug.

It was tails.

"I'm the robot," she said. "Right?"

"Yes," I said.

"So tell me what to do." She said it in an offhand way, as if it were indeed just a test of the rules, but I looked at her standing there half-dressed, looking directly into my eyes, and I felt a thrill of lust.

"First," I said, "You write down the things you don't want to do, so I won't ask."

She rolled her eyes and walked up to me until we were almost touching. She looked up into my face.

Free to stare, I realized again that she seemed almost flawless. Her eyes were beautiful and her skin was clear and smooth, although she was tanned like a field hand. I could smell her. I wished with all my heart that I had showered and shaved.

"Master, there is nothing I won't do," she said.

It was like a punch in the face. I had no idea what to do next. Was she offering herself to me, or just fucking with my head?

"Oh, really?" I said. "Undress me."

She didn't even hesitate. She grabbed the tie on my robe and pulled it open.

"Holy shit! Stop!" I said, and she did. She just stood ...