Something I Found Cleaning Out My Hard Drive...

[TheSpotConlon]

Here's a little drabble from a few years back. I didn't remember it was on my hard drive at all, and I never followed it up. If you want to follow up on it, then it's yours. But I hope you find it fun regardless. Here we go...

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I enter what appears to be a typical college dorm room. There are posters for trendy bands all over the walls, some open books surrounding the bed. You're lying on the mattress perfectly still, dressed in a ratty t-shirt and gym shorts. You do not move as I close the door and sit down in a chair near your desk, not even so much as a breath. I stare at your curves for a moment, not daring to approach. Then I pull a small remote device from my pocket and press a button.

You immediately spring to life, raising from the bed with a jolt. I gasp at the sudden movement, and you turn to me, smiling amiably. "Hello, Master," you say. "You have rented me for tonight, and I am yours."

I already know what you are, but I want to hear you say it. "Who are you?"

Raising off the bed, you stand and present yourself, beginning to slip one of your hands just under your shirt to rub your stomach. "I am a Sony Personal Companion Unit, an android designed for sexual interaction and companionship. You may call me whatever you like."

"There is no use for you to have a name. I will call you slave."

"Yes, master." You approach me, sitting down on my lap and putting your arms around my neck. Pulling me up and drawing my lips to yours, you kiss me softly, like a teenager who's still learning. It tastes nice; your lips have the faint taste of strawberry. If you were a typical girl, I would allow this to continue, but my rented time with you is short. I push you off of me; you lose your balance for a moment, but stabilize yourself enough that you don't fall down. I watch you wobble in front of me and regain your composure, slowly readjusting yourself into a model-perfect pose. If it weren't for the unnecessary breathing motion, I would have thought you were a very realistic mannequin.

"Your shirt, slave. Take it off for me." You nod and pull off your shirt, revealing your naked torso. Just like I ordered, you look like a well-fed American girl. Whoever built you knew exactly how to pack a little bit around the middle to make it look extra sexy. I rise from my chair and move towards you, kneeling a bit to view your breasts up close. You raise your arms to embrace me, but I smack them away. "Don't touch me yet. This is for my pleasure."

"Yes, master." You stare off into the distance and remain perfectly still as I move to lick your left breast. I trace my tongue around your nipple, letting it rise slowly. When it's finally erect, I bite it as hard as I can, letting you feel the pressure. You gasp, a shudder of pleasure surging through you. "Oh, master. Please..."

I rise to look you in the eye. You're a beautiful creation, and I can't wait to ravage you. "I am getting hard, slave. What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know, master." I had them program you to be just a bit coy; I like it better when I have to force a machine to work. "I don't feel like it tonight..."

"I insist, slave."

"No, sir--" Then I grab you by the hair, pulling your head back. You whimper a little bit, knowing what's in store. "Suck my cock, slave. And be good."

"Yes, master." You kneel down and unbuckle my belt, still hesitant. I don't look down, but I could swear I can hear you cry just a little bit at being forced into such a situation. You free my cock from my boxers; it's now fully at attention. For a moment you stare at it, unsure of what to do. "Well? Suck it!"

"Yes, master." You lick your lips and open your mouth, about to take in my cock...

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Thoughts? Suggestions? Any takers?