Her finger under my chin guided my lips up towards her as she towered over me. I relished the sensation, the way the light glowed on her makeup. I was enraptured, lost in the enchantment of her eyes. Her tongue flicked out, carving a little swath over plump lips. We kissed, gently and tenderly, as lovers, as friends, as
"Babe."
"What?"
"You're writing again", they say back, settling their weight onto my stomach. Their hair shimmered from calm black to deep green.
"No I'm not", I protested weakly.
She dove back down, sinking her teeth onto my lips, pulling the front of my face up. I met her passion with my own, my fingers sinking into her
back against the fridge as she showered my neck and dull scrap of exposed chest with kisses, her hungry tongue
devouring the depths of my ear, and I was squirming beneath her, struggling, the pleasure was overwhelming and I couldn't
help but moan as her fingers found the buttons of my shirt, pulling them apart one by one, fabric meaningless in the face of her desperate need for
"Knock it off". Her voice was sharp in my ear, warm breath sending tingles down my spine.
I turned my head to look at her. "I'm sorry."
"You will be."
"I write better when I'm horny!"
"You fuck better when I have your complete attention."
"You do!"
"Mm."
Her eyes turned off, their brilliant purple fading to empty black. Oh shit. I'd saved it to the house drive. Oh shit, she was already connected, data streaming into that lovely brain of hers.
"Last edited, 18 seconds ago."
"Wasn't me, I swear."
"She came at me from behind, hands wrapped around my front, exploring every inch of my body."
"That could've been anyone!"
"She spun me against the sink. One finger under my chin..."
I slipped my fingers round her back while she was distracted, running them through her hair and over her muscled shoulders, finding the little access port near her neck. The cap on my finger clicked open. I brushed the hair out the way, kissed her gently, and plugged into my girlfriend.
"That's cheating", she pinged over direct channels. I suspect there was going to be more to that statement, but I found her tragically unsecured pleasure control. I didn't hesitate. I gunned it.
Her voice gave out into a guttural moan, as she stiffened on top of me. I clutched tightly around her convulsing body as an incredibly powerful orgasm ripped through her. One hand on her back kept her pinned in place, the other following the desperate motion of head to stay plugged in, to feel the connection.
She bucked against me, humping my hips, and I angled better so that she was instead thrusting into my crotch.
"S-s-s-s-stopppp", she hissed between gasps of forced
her way into my pants, her cock already somehow out and hard, her hands yanking tightly at me. I grunted as she found my breasts, gently heaving, her mouth sending shocks of pleasure through my
"Through. Your. What." she hissed, a herculean effort given what I was putting her through.
"Enjoying that?", I replied, biting her ear.
In response, she descended
her mouth, which enveloped my own penis, causing me to moan. I studied her from above, her broad shoulders, her muscular arms, her controlling gaze as she stared up at me. "Oh my god", I said. "Oh, don't
get distracted. She was getting some control back, getting used to the pleasure. I could feel packets starting to probe my remote sockets. Oh, she was going for me. I cast a feeler out to the household network. Shit, she'd already locked it down. Well, nothing for it. I still owned her internals.
She was still desperately humping me, the pleasure jack causing even the vague stimulation through her pants to drive her crazy. She'd probably shut down entirely if I were to finger her. But I had a better idea. I mentally twisted and suddenly her genitals were reshaped forcefully, a metallic penis
penetrating me from behind, hands clutching at my butt, each violent thrust sending unbearable pleasure through my lithe body. I moaned, pressing flushed cheeks against the cool of the fridge, hands
forcefully pulled from the sockets as she slams me deeper into the couch, the smooth metal of her cock reshaping, becoming rigid in just to right spots, extending vibrating feelers seeking my clit, oh shit
oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh god oh gufkc fuck fukc god gdo don't sotp please don' t please
"That's more like it", she hissed, re-angling a little. Her pleasure centres are now fully disabled and she's on top of her game and I can barely think a coherent thought. Her hands find my wrists, yanking my hands above my head, stretching me out beneath her, as my legs wrap around her, as she goes deeper and deeper, as her mind touches mine, as I feel my defences fail as
give it a rest. focus on the present.
My body locks in place. "Get-", my voice is snatched by the force of the moan, the roiling pleasure erupting from my hips as orgasm builds, as I loose myself in the steadiness of her rocking motion. "Oh god", I whisper, or maybe gasp, or maybe scream.
"Serves you right, bitch", she laughs.
"Fuck you!", I hiss between gasps. Oh god. It felt so good.
i already am
Get out of my document!
"What, like you got out of me?"
My servos are slaved to her chip, enhanced muscles now enhanced muscle locks, keeping me still as she slips out of me, carved steel slick with my juice. Her hands trails my front, massaging my chest, trailing over my hard nipples, running down my sides oh ever so faintly. All I could give off was a dull squeak as she flipped me over and
wrapped a hand around my own dick even as hers pumped in and out of my butt. I clenched hard, feeling the orgasm building, the sensations rising, overwhelming me. All I could do was squeak with oh god oh fuck oh god
"oh fuck oh god oh"
"That got your attention".
She'd shifted me to all fours, and went back to thrusting, one hand pulling my hair, the other keeping me steady. I couldn't move a muscle. My mouth locked open, my throat closed. I couldn't speak. I could barely think.
I was just an object subsumed to her desire. Her hand slapped my ass, a red mark already blooming from repeated impacts, her nails clawing at my shoulders, as I heaved and moaned, oxygen filters working on overtime. I was gonna cum, I was gonna orgasm, I was gonna
but then she stopped at the worst possible moment and
I moaned with disappointment and desperation,
mentally begging her for more,
for anything at all
and then she thrust once
causing a massive pleasure spike.
But then she stopped, filling me up, perfectly still. I could do nothing. Couldn't even shift forwards to fuck her properly. I was so close! How did she know exactly what would drive me crazy? Was she in my brain? Was she reading my thoughts?
"Don't have to, love", she whispered.
you're writing them all down for me
Oh.
Can I cum?
"Were you going to in that little story you were drafting?"
yesyesyesyesyes
"Was I?"
yes
"You don't sound very sure."
Her pleasure sensors must've still been disabled, because she was just thrusting into me without missing a beat, her perfectly sculpted body slamming into mine. Machines supported her muscles. She could go for hours, running on autopilot, her brain elsewhere. She had, before. I don't think she would this time.
I could feel the orgasm getting closer and closer. But never arriving. She's shut off my body's ability to cum, leaving me suffering from continuously escalating pleasure. Her grip tightens on my hips, as she angles downwards a little, slamming into me harder. Her whole member vibrates as it thrusts, setting my whole lower body on fire. I clamp down involuntary, muscles spasming around the massive warmth of the carved rod.
I felt motion renter my limbs in the form of a self collapse, the front of my body hitting the couch, my lower half locked in place my a tight grip, braced against the steady grind of her dick. Orgasm remains tantalizingly just out of reach, my brainjack steadily jacking my sensitivity.
And then she was out of me. Her hands, rough, flipped me quickly and then my body shifted sideways. I hesitated for one second, my hands clutched over my chest, mouth agape and struggling for air. My settings changed. I could cum. But my sensitivity had jacked even higher, to even more impossible levels. Her face was plastered with a wicked grin.
"Beady?"
Before I could answer, her tongue slipped down her mouth and on to me, every lash sending rolling orgasms down my spine, the pleasure radiating from me a thousand times, as I screamed. She buried her face in me tightly, clutching at my back as I writhed under her affections. We stayed there joined, speaking a language other than words, dancing in the glow of sensation. It was equally brutal and loving. It was incredible.
I came back to myself slowly, wrapped tightly in her arms, feeling her gentle kisses against the nape of my neck.
"Mmm", she purred. "How was that?"
I checked the document. "Story's unusable, you jerk."
"Worth it?"
"Yeah, love." I leaned into her and smiled. "Always."