Once again, in case you're seeing this first instead of Chapter 1, this isn't about real robots. I'm sorry, but I'll bet somebody else has written that story. The whole thing will make more sense if you start at the beginning. Also, please pay attention to the story tags, because the nature of the fetishes here can change from chapter to chapter and people seem to be very specific about the kinks they don't like. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
After that huge, sweet orgasm that felt like I was turning inside out, I went from "insanely horny" to "just happy to be here" in a matter of moments.
I pulled Claudia to her feet and turned the shower back on. Then I kissed her, deeply, tasting my own semen in her mouth.
It's not that bad, but let's not be silly.
"I forgot who was supposed to be washing who," I said.
"Do me," she said, and handed me the soap. She put her hands on my shoulders and spread her legs. "Deep clean," she said.
I lathered my palms enthusiastically. "I'm going to enjoy this," I said.
"Me too," she said.
I began with her neck, lifting her heavy mop of hair with the back of one hand and rolling my soapy fingers firmly into her muscles and nerves as if I were massaging her, down from the back of her hairline around both sides and down to her throat.
"I'm getting soap on your hair," I said.
"We'll take care of that later," she said. Keep going."
I soaped her shoulders using both hands, and then worked slowly through her armpits and down her arms. Her eyes were shut. I lathered up again and did her pecs, digging deep around her breasts, and then, slowly, over them. I strummed her nipples. It was wonderful to roll my hands over her breasts with soap all over the place. Slippery. Cleanest breasts ever. She groaned.
I debated for a second whether to do her whole front before doing her back, or do her whole top before doing her bottom. Her pussy won. I knelt in front of her and gave her little belly a slippery massage, then applied the bar of soap directly to her mound. With both hands, I worked up an good pile of bubbles and took them under her and into her. I looked up and she was looking at my face.
"Does the soap sting?" I asked. I was slowly rolling my fingers through her labia.
"No," she said.
I took her hips and gently turned her away from me, then pushed the inside of her thighs apart. She leaned against the wall for support and opened her legs even farther than they had been, then bent her knees, opening her ass up. I swirled my soapy hands over her tight bubble butt. It was like Christmas morning.
"Thank you for this, robot," I said.
"My master is a perv."
"You got that right," I said. She laughed.
I worked soap all around her taint, scrubbing the joints at the top of her legs, and moved back into her ass. With the lubrication of the soap, I had no trouble getting one, two, then three fingertips into her tight bottom. I pushed, and she made a guttural 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.