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Pleasure Model
🕑 Added 2020-02-12 20:50:30 +0000 UTC
James looked her over. Her long blonde hair cascaded down to cover her pert breasts, at least in part, but her naked cunt was on full display, a shaven slit crowning her tall, lithe legs. She had Nordic height, sculpted with a solid core of muscle, her creamy skin a pale gold, her hair gleaming like a field of ripe wheat. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten her for fifty dollars. A steal, but then, some people were nervy about robot girls.
“Check, check,” he said. “Oh-nine-three-four-seven.”
Her eyes lit up. It seemed like excitement tingled in her body. She hadn’t exactly been motionless, just inactive. Now her expression grew taut, her eyes registering him, a small smile on her lips.
“Hello, master,” she said in a husky voice, laden with desire.
It was enough to make him want to put her in an I Dream of Jeannie outfit. “Status report.”
“T-X unit 07119. Prototype designed for advanced infiltration, seduction, and heavy combat. Mission parameters: mission failure. Captured and reprogrammed by Techcom forces. New duties: morale and physical wellness.”
“Very good. List current mission objectives.”
“Service new client, James Whitfield. Obey directives from client. Follow Techcom parameters.”
“What’s your name?”
“This unit does not have a name. You can assign whatever designation you wish.”
“Slut. How does that sound?”
Slut nodded. “It meets with my approval.”
“Of course it does. And you can keep calling me Master.”
“Thank you, sir. I like calling you Master.”
“Why don’t you pull your hair back, Slut?”
Slut pulled away the curtain of hair so it fell behind her shoulders, leaving her B-cup breasts bare, small but well-shaped, swelling lovingly out from her supplely muscled torso. He bent down to kiss each one, then buried his face into the warm valley between them. Slut obligingly moaned as he moved his mouth over the smooth curves, the machine precision of her perfect breasts. He kissed his way up to her neck, then to her mouth, and she returned the kiss, thrusting her tongue hungrily against his while he brought his hands up to fondle her nubile cleavage.
“I like your tits, Slut.”
“Thank you, sir,” she moaned, cheeks flushed with enjoyment of the compliment. Praise got her off.
“But I think they could be a bit bigger.”
“Yes, Master. I am happy to oblige.”
As James watched, her breasts grew, swelling and plumping like a time-lapse video of a pregnant woman. He would’ve thought the process would be somewhat ridiculous, like watching a balloon inflate, but there was something erotic about seeing Slut change herself to entirely fulfill his desires. He stopped her before they could grow ridiculously oversized, of course. Double Ds fit well with her body frame, and were more than enough to fill his hands and entertain his mouth. Her mountainous tits now took up most of her chest, pressing together to make the space between them an irresistibly inviting vale.
“Get down on your back. Where you belong.”
“Yes, Master.”
After taking off his pants, James straddled her waist, letting his hard-on crash down into the deep valley between her 32E breasts. Slut gasped to feel his massive length against her flesh, almost throwing him off as she spasmed in a small orgasm.
James molded his hands onto her breasts, clutching onto them for dear life. Slut’s breathing ramped up in anticipation as she realized what he was going to do. He drove her breasts together, making her décolletage into a cunt for him to fuck.
He pushed them together hard, crushing them into the stiffened throbbing of his prick. Slut shuddered with pleasure at the rough treatment. Soon he was rubbing one of her hard nipples against the other. Then she purred in delight, looking up at him in worshipful appreciation, eyes moist with gratitude to be his slut.
“Fuck my tits, sir. They belong to you. Use them to get yourself off. Be my master. Be my master!”
“I’ll fuck these tits all night, you little whore! Wait and see!”
James leaned forward, his full weight on her tits. Slut’s eyes rolled back into her head. She could feel every inch of his cock, every blood cell that burned through its engorged length. The thick purple knob that emerged at the top of her cleavage pulsed with lust, seeped out virile precum. Slut loved the way it warmed her flesh, made her burn hotter, let her be more of a whore. James’s stiff manhood moved through the stranglehold her cleavage had on it, slowly at first, then with growing power.
“May I touch you, Master?”
“Of course, Slut,” James grinned. “I can’t expect you to control yourself when you’re so turned on.”
Slut picked up on the hint, parting her lips in a breathy gasp, looking so aroused that he’d think there was a vibrator hitting her clit if he didn’t know better. For a pleasure model like this, it felt good to follow orders. She was specifically modified to be flooded with pleasure when she did as she was told. Her machine intelligence was addicted to the sensation. Skynet circuitry totally unprepared for how good it felt to be a sex slave.
His cockhead probed through the narrow passage her cleavage had formed. Slut craned her neck, trying to get it into her mouth. She couldn’t quite reach, but she could stick her tongue out and drag it across his glans, returning some of the pleasure that his usage gave to her.
“Unnh, shit!” James moaned. “That’s incredible. Best thing I’ve ever felt. Your warm tits all around my prick and now your tongue licking up my precum. God, you’re one hell of a fuck!”
“Yes, sir,” she grinned, amusement meshed with decadent enjoyment. “I’m your Slut.”
James pulled back, raking his prick through her cleavage with tantalizing languor. Slut moaned, looking down at the trail of lubricating precum he left glistening between her tits. When his cockhead was at the lowest curves of her breasts, he fucked back into the valley, going faster, more friction. Slut arched her back, almost throwing him off, but he gripped her breasts tighter, fingers sinking in to hold himself in the saddle.
“God, Master, I’ve never felt anything like this before! Oh yes! Sir, fuck my little titties! Give them all of your sweet cock!”
“Little titties?” James teased. “Not so little anymore. Now they’re big enough for me to do this!”
Now he was rutting hard and fast between her breasts, making the sweet paleness of her breasts flush to a ruddy red. Lightning bolts flickered out of the friction he generated, swelling in her oversized breasts, making her already engorged nipples feel like they might explode. Slut came, sensors telling her she had pleased James enough to earn her own gratification.
“Thank you for using my big tits, sir,” Slut panted, her mouth fallen open, her eyes rolled back as James’s pleasure made her the cock-drunk bitch she was literally designed to be. “Thank you for making me your whore.”
“Ghh!” James grunted, smashing his cock through her full breasts one last time. His cockhead flared and launched a white glob of semen into her face. It splattered on her lips and she licked it up lasciviously even as another splash hit her cheek. Slut went cross-eyed, utterly orgasmic as James covered her face with his fountaining cum.
“I need your cum, Master!” Slut moaned, and it was true. She was specifically programmed not to be able to get enough of his cock or the cum shooting out of it. Straining her neck, she locked her lips around his glans and gulped down all the seed he gave her. Of all the pleasures of her servitude, she was most addicted to that. It was uncut cocaine to her.
“Shit, that’s amazing. Fucking awesome!” James laughed. “But I’m about tapped and we’ve got the whole night left. Is there anything I can do for you, make you happy until I’m hard again?”
“Yes, Master.” Slut smiled, showing the cum that had inundated her teeth. “You can punish me for being such a dirty whore.”
Comments
Shendude
Lovely PWP.
