Technoerotic: chapter II: The Poetry of slavery. - Sex Stories

Technoerotic: chapter II: The Poetry of slavery.

... companion and sexual slave. When he was not looking at her she dreamed about him, and when he did, she dreamed it to last, to the end of her days. She wanted him inside. His voice, body, penis and sperm. He took her with him everywhere.Sometimes he dressed her like a doll, other time he taught her how to dress. He preferred her provocative outfits in latex, and sophisticated, expensive clothes for the upper classes. Mr. K had no friends or f****y, did not fit into this world. He was not interested in his company. He stayed there often just to touch her under the table during business meetings. He drove her to edge of pleasure, and sustained this state until the end of the meeting, when it was pouring down her legs.. She then took off his shoe and she put it in her pussy. She looked into his eyes lasciviously and moved rhythmically back and forth. She put it in deeper to cover it up with her juices. Sometimes he let her suck his dick under the desk, sometimes she undressed him and washed his whole body, from head to toe. But not always. Sometimes he was just hiding his head between her breasts with his unreadable thoughts. Mr. K was a sexual artist and she his submissive muse. In the depths of her artifical soul she wanted it back. Her deepest slave dream - her master realizing his deepest fantasies with her. Her place was crumpled on the bed where K slept, lying there, at the feet of her master. Naked, with expectant holes. Ready to fulfill all his deepest fantasies ...

... without discussion. Ready to burn the entire universe for him if he asked. He was already old when he bought her. He was natural, without implants and genetic improovments. Old God, getting ready for the antlers to another level existence. Before he died, he wanted to leave her everything, but Bot accordance with the law, she could not own property, or any other robots. But all this did not matter because Aiko did not want to be an owner but to be owned. According to the Act of release, Bots who's owner had died have been auctioned and became the property of the new buyer. With a smart trick the corporation bought the most valuable specimens efectively getting rid of single interested persons. When the recording was finished, Aiko was lying on the bed and with protruding ass she was loading up the batteries. You could see thick, fleshy pussy lips from behind which were almost swollen with lust. After watching recordings with Mr K she always felt the need to be with a human being, a small substitute for the person she needed the most but wasn't able to have anymore. But here i wonder who would afford it, maybe someone would want to play on neural stimulator - she thought. Electrical neuron stimulator - (abbreviated ENS) were an interesting device. Imposed on the human head. A shallow magnetic brain stimulating bioelectric system, which in turn created nerve impulses, causing an illusionnary touch and an image that does not exist. It was a very popular device in the poor lower ...