Sex Machine

By K.C. Cave

 

 

Description:

 

Alison's reputation as a sexual athlete catches up to her-science wants to model her libido for a high-tech sex robot! Her GF, Moriah is next-except for one problem: She's a virgin. The computer model requires P.I.V. experience with at least 4 men. So Alison arranges for GF to be the main attraction at a bachelor's party.

 

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A thin line of yellow streaked the horizon, backlighting the high rises spread out below them. It was still night in the harbor. Alison yanked the T-shirt off Moriah and positioned her facing the overlook's low stone wall and the glittering panorama below. In minutes the sun would peek out from behind the buildings and bathe the overlook in light. Running her hands over her girlfriend's nude body, she pulled her closer. Then she reached into her backpack and glommed a fingertip with Vaseline. "Blossom your buttocks."

 

Moriah bent her knees and jutted her ass. Alison swirled the cool jelly on Moriah's anus and pushed a finger past the sphincter to the second knuckle. Moriah jerked, her spine straightened and her little breasts jiggled. Alison's other hand separated Moriah's pussy lips, swollen and wet. She inserted first one, then two, fingers into Moriah's tight hole.

 

"Fuck, Allie, what if someone..."

 

Before Alison could reply, morning light illuminated Moriah's forehead. Alison fucked her from both sides, the heel of her hand grinding into her clit, while her other hand cupped her ass as it assaulted her asshole. The sunlight crept down Moriah's face, illuminating her look of impending ecstasy like a saint in a medieval tapestry. Eyes closed, her breath came in hot, short spurts as her orgasm built. Moriah was nearly fully aroused and awake. Fluids leaked out of her and down Alison's wrist. Alison's thrusts made squelching noises as Moriah's cunt muscles clenched tighter around her fingers. Alison alternated the pussy thrusts with the index finger deep in her rectum.

 

Alison whispered in her ear. "I don't know this for a fact, but safe to say people down there with binoculars and telescopes are watching me finger-fuck you." Moriah groaned, helpless and in thrall. "With the right magnification, I'm sure some rich pervert in his penthouse apartment is watching your little tits jiggle. He can see your hard nipples and your swollen, wet cunt glistening in the light while he's beating off. Anyone who cares to look can see my little slut getting it in both her holes."

 

Alison pulled out of her pussy and circled Moriah's clit with two fingertips, spreading her wetness to the outer regions of her pussy and thighs. Her pubic hair, long and untrimmed, was sodden and matted. Moriah's clit burned under the pressure. Her hips bucked as she fucked herself on Alison's finger deep in her asshole.

 

Pussy musk filled Alison's nostrils. She marveled at Moriah's hard, lean body, now bathed in morning sunlight, her back arched, her knees spread, her cunt glowing in the bright morning sun. Her erect nipples atop her small breasts pointed up to the cloudless sky. As Alison's fingers strummed her clit, fast and furiously, Moriah came, hips jerking, crying out as her release surged up to her head and down her back to Alison's hand enveloping her ass. She surrendered to the delight as her orgasm shook her, shooting down her spine like a jolt of electricity.

 

Alison heard voices.

 

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The customer, in a gray three-piece suit that screamed lawyer, sat opposite the desk as Tommy sank back in his office chair. The guy had picked up his Mercedes the week before. A problem with the front-end job?

 

Nope. It was about a visit to a crummy east-side bar two years ago. Tommy had set up a gang bang for Alison, his long-time sex buddy. And played traffic cop to make sure the it ran smoothly as seven lucky guys took turns in a back room.

 

"You probably don't remember me, but I remember you," the guy said to Tommy over the blast of pneumatic wrenches. "You ran interference for a young lady who, uh, was entertaining some men on a busted pool table."

 

"You a cop?"

 

"No, one of the customers, although I guess that's not the right word, since she was free. Highly remarkable, considering how beautiful she was."

 

"It might've been me."

 

"I'm looking for that young lady," he said and leaned forward. "This is going to sound fantastical, but it's about an investment. Long story, so I'll cut to the chase. After you and the young lady left, all seven of us lucky males who had enjoyed her services sat at the bar. We all agreed. She was absolutely, bar-none, the best any of us had ever had."

 

"I'll pass the compliment along."

 

"Even Mike, the black guy who gets more high quality sex in a week than most of us get in a year, said she was extraordinary."

 

"So?"

 

"I'm working with a scientific concern that's developing a sex surrogate using robotics and virtual reality. Know what a sex surrogate is?"

 

"A woman who has sex for therapeutic reasons, I think. Help guys who can't get off."

 

"That's right. I'm heading up a venture capital group to get this thing on solid financial footing. The goal is to fully automate a female sexual surrogate using robotics, micro sensors, body imaging and, most importantly, virtual reality. This isn't going to be a cheap, inflatable sex doll. Or a high-quality silicone corpse that looks great, but just lays there. Using vision goggles, tactile simulators, sound, aroma, and, yes, direct genital stimulation, it's a system that will respond and even initiate sex with a man. There's a huge need."

 

"That many men can't get their rocks off?"

 

"It's amazing the number of sexually dysfunctional males who need skilled therapy for problems like anxiety, body-image issues and premature ejaculation. Yet skilled, legitimate sex surrogates are scarce. It is, to put it mildly, a niche occupation that's easily confused with prostitution."

 

"Because it is prostitution, right?"

 

"No, it's not. Sexual services for pay in a therapeutic situation are not illegal."

 

"Dude, I strongly suspect-hell, I know-a lot of hookers who say their work is highly therapeutic."

 

The guy held a hand up. "No argument. Regardless, a fully functional sex robot can fill that void. Our team is about ninety-five percent of the way there, but we've hit a snag."

 

"Something that Alison can fix?"

 

"So that's her name. Yeah, Alison can fill a void. We need to profile a fully sexually responsive woman for our computer models."

 

"Profile? What's that involve?"

 

"Basically, touching herself while hooked up to a bunch of probes and sensors.... In a room lighted with overhead fluorescents and geeks running around with clipboards."

 

"In the nude?"

 

"Of course. It's a scenario that shuts down the sexual responsiveness of most women...but that's what we need."

 

Tommy looked up for the first time. "Alison's your girl."

 

 

 

Keywords: lesbian sex, group sex, gang bang, femdom, female masturbation, sexual humiliation, public sex, outdoor sex, outdoor nudity