Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... there, holding my robe open. We had now established that this was not going to be just a paper exercise. My cock was already half-erect, but she wasn't looking at it. She was looking at my face. She had a complete poker face, but her head was tilted to one side as if to say, "Yes?"

I decided to call her bluff. "Take offyour clothes," I said.

"Yes, master," she said. She smirked at my partially inflated penis as she let go of my robe, then stepped back and pulled her T-shirt off in one move. She looked directly into my face as she dropped the shirt on the floor. Then she tilted her head again.

Again I could barely think. I could barely breathe. This was a fantasy.

Claudia's body was what I would have expected it to be, but better. Athletic. Tight stomach. Wonderful perky tits with puffy pink nipples and just enough weight to sag a bit, as if they had been designed specifically for pornography. She had muscular thighs and calves, and a smooth, dark brown bush that didn't hide her prominent mound.

She was not dirty, and her knees weren't skinned.

I was amazed that she would do this. She had a skater's tan: brown arms, brown neck, white torso. I loved it. She was Playboy's tomboy next door. And she was playing with me.

"You're not kidding around, are you, robot?"

"We robots don't kid," she said.

I was lost in her face. She was looking straight back at me with a slight smile.

"We humans would like to see what your backside looks like," I said. "If you ...

... would--"

But she had already turned, and her ass might have been the most amazing thing about her. High and tight--all that skateboarding--it was nevertheless generous enough to call a "bubble butt." It was as white as her neck was brown. Her skin seemed flawless. She put her hands on her hips.

I had never imagined for one moment that "Claud" was so gorgeous. Did she know? And she had dropped her shirt without a word. I wanted to see every inch of her. I wanted her to explore her buttocks, open her legs. I was actually breathing with my mouth open. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to kiss her... totaste her.

What now?... There was a game. We were playing a game....

"Face me," I said.

"Yes, master," she said, and she did, with her slender brown hands still on her white hips, and a slight smirk.

"Okay.... First, you don't have to call me 'master.' This--"

"May I speak?"

"Of course you can speak. That's what I'm say--"

"If you aren't my master, why are you giving me orders?"

"Yes, but you're a robot. You don't have t--"

"Ilike calling you 'master.' Don't you enjoy it, on some level?"

I thought about it. "I have to admit that I do. It... turns me on."

She looked directly at my cock, which was now pretty much vertical. "So do you like your game, master?"

She was a force of nature, completely comfortable, and she seemed to be giving me the gift of herself... on a silver platter. Was she just messing with me?

"I have never known anyone who ...