You ever have one of those moments where you suddenly realize you've just committed yourself to a different reality? Tommy's having one right now. And if that weren't enough, he's about to find out what it's like to be a robot with a rather kinky owner.
Chapter 3
That evening was very strange. Claudia and I sat side by side, but not obviously together, on the sofa, watching a television drama of some sort. We were surrounded by three or four of our housemates. I have no memory of the program.
I was intensely aware of her. I could smell her, but instead of her usual strong smell of sweat-and-whatever, she smelled mostly of sandalwood. Which was no surprise. After exploring each other intimately during our first shower that morning, using sandalwood soap as a lubricant, we had spent approximately three hours in my bed getting dirty. After that we had showered again, but to avoid advertising our situation, we had gone in separately. Her hair was clean and shiny, piled up on her head with wooden barrettes instead of hanging on her shoulders. Two of our fellow residents had complimented her separately on how nice she looked. I had pangs of jealousy.
I was completely smitten. I was happy but worried, because it was so strange. She had taken me by surprise. It wasn't just the sex, although the sex had been maybe the best I had ever imagined. I just wanted to be with her. Alone. I liked her. I wanted to talk with her.
It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, unless you took it back to her comments the night before about Mr. Data being a giant vibrator. Something in her personality just seemed right for me, which was a total surprise. I knew there would be no misunderstandings here, even if we were to disagree about something.
I didn't really know her at all, and yet I was ready for her to be there all the time, maybe even for the rest of my life. Jesus! What was I thinking? I was crazy in love, and I was well aware of it.
What if she was just fucking around with me? What if she didn't feel about me the way I felt about her?
That afternoon, after we had separately showered and dressed, we found ourselves unwilling to split up. As we were heading downstairs together, a couple of our housemates came in the front door. I had looked at her and she said, "Not yet," so we acted as we always had, as if we barely knew each other. At the bottom of the stairs we split up.
After dinner, sitting and watching that stupid show, I had to agree it might be wise to maintain calm. First of all, we actually did barely know each other. Who knew what would happen next? Second, I didn't think a romantic couple in the middle of a house full of proudly uncivilized singles was likely to be a comfortable situation.
But if "not yet," when? Was this going to be a comedy or a tragedy?
I felt a tap on my thigh. I looked at her, but she was watching the TV. I looked down and her hand was tucked next to me with a piece of paper sticking out of it. I looked around and nobody was looking our way, so I took the note and kept it in my own hand for a minute or two, then unfolded it slowly, and finally looked down.
In a pencil scrawl, it said, "Aftr I go up, wait 1/2 hr and say Ur going to bed. U R robot."
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After we had played "Robot Lover" that morning, with me as the human and her in the role of very dirty robot, we had dropped the game completely, fucking in every position and absolutely wallowing in our surprised affection for each other. I couldn't believe we had been living in the same house for months without me realizing that she was the perfect woman for me. There was something undefinably interesting about her, and I knew I wasn't the only one who had noticed it. She was cute. She was smart.
And best of all she was the dirtiest, most cheerful lover I had ever known. I hoped she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
A couple of minutes after I read the note, a commercial interrupted the show and Claudia got up and went upstairs. Nobody really paid any attention; the bathroom was up there, and people were up and down those stairs all the time. I looked at the clock.
I spent the half hour that followed thinking about what it would be like to be the "robot," taking orders. What would Claudia ask me to do? She was clearly a piss freak, and so was I, but we couldn't play really messy games in her bedroom, which is where I assumed we would be. And we couldn't take over the bathroom, as we had that afternoon. It was the only one in the house.
What could she tell me to do that I wouldn't do? The first time we had discussed robot lovers, she had brought up "eating shit" as something a robot would do that a human lover might not, but I had told her at the time that I wouldn't eat shit. And the person playing the robot always had the right to refuse a command. Nevertheless I found that I was a little nervous about continuing the game as the robot. No control. No satisfaction of my own whims. A robot lover.
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Wearing only my robe, teeth brushed, I knocked gently on Claudia's door, then let myself into the darkness of her room and closed it behind me. As soon as the latch clicked, Claudia said softly, "Lock it." As I did, her bedside lamp, covered with a sheer piece of red cloth, went on.
"Yes... mistress," I said. She was sitting completely naked, propped up with pillows, her legs spread obscenely. In the dim red light, her hair looked jet black and her skin, even with her skater tan, looked white. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"I want you to drop your robe right there," she said. I did. My penis had been starting to fill since I took my clothes off. Half-engorged, it swayed in front of me. "Bring that over here where I can play with it, robot," she said.
I did. My groin was even with her face. She leaned sideways and sucked my slightly soft cock entirely into her mouth. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me toward her, forcing my balls against her chin. And then she stopped, holding me in while my cock swelled rapidly. I wondered if she would take me down her throat, and I grew even faster. I realized the room already smelled like her. She had been masturbating.
I stood for what seemed like minutes, while she gently rocked my hips toward her face. Finally, she pushed me slightly back, and I could feel her tongue and cheeks working to swallow her saliva. I was fully erect. She held me away as she pulled off me, almost regretfully. She looked up at me as she casually jacked me with one hand.
"What to do, robot?" she said. "Do you want to make a list of things you won't do?"
"No, mistress. I'll let you know when we come to a line I don't want to cross."
"Would you whip me?"
She was playing with me. But maybe not.
"Yes," I said. "But."
"But what?"
"If we did it right, it would be noisy."
She nodded, glancing at the wall that separated her from her neighbor, Bill. The house was famous for having no insulation. In fact it was Bill, who shared his other wall with the bathroom, who had begged everyone to stop singing in the shower.
In a lower voice, she said, "Put your butt right here," and she patted a spot between her legs. She pointed toward the foot of the bed. "Put your head there and wrap your legs around me," and she handed me a pillow.
So I found myself flat on my back with my balls essentially in Claudia's lap. She just played with me for a long time, cupping my balls, tugging on my sack, and standing my cock up like a toy while she jacked me. She massaged my ass crack for a while as I groaned with pleasure, then curled a couple of fingers up into me and pushed them into my hole. I tried to relax, but the human body does tend to clench in that situation.
"Robot," she said, "I want you to clean my feet. I want you to lick and suck until all my toes are squeaky clean," and she pressed her feet toward both sides of my face.
She was still jacking me with one hand while she kept a couple of fingers up my ass. My cock was wet, and she was making soft, slapping sounds.
I had never sucked a girl's toes, and had never even been interested, but I knew for a fact that she already had clean feet, because I had washed them myself, so what the hell.
I turned my head and grabbed the foot that was now in my face. I started a slobbery sort of licking and sucking, beginning with her heel. She was making a humming sound and began slapping her pussy, still finger-fucking me.
She turned out to be ticklish, in spots, anyway, because as I licked her foot under the arch, she started kicking. She got me right in the face. I hung on.
"Toes!" she said.
I shifted my attention to her little piggies, starting with the smallest. I sucked it into my mouth and bathed it, then used my tongue between that toe and the next one. I lifted my head to see what Claudia thought, and she had thrown her head back, but she was vigorously strumming her clit.
I made a firmer job of it with the next couple of toes, really pressing my tongue into whatever crevices I found. I discovered that it gave me pleasure to do something I would have expected to be "icky." I sucked her big toe like it was a cock, bobbing my head.
"Oh!" she said. "You are a dirty, dirty robot."
"Your feet taste good, mistress," I said. It was true.
She groaned. It was more of a growl. "Ah!" she said. "Come up here! Come up here!"
I got up and started to climb on top of her. She stopped me with her hands on my shoulders, and pushed my face into her crotch. I began to see the light.
"Eat me!" she groaned. "Eat me
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