Man or Machine: 2 (Body Electric) by Electra Shepherd

against her. She couldn’t see what the robot was doing but she could guess—he was cupping Hal’s ass, driving him harder against her. Or else he had slipped his own finger into the crevice between Hal’s buttocks and was penetrating Hal there in the way she wanted to be penetrated herself.
    Could he even reach that far? It didn’t matter. The mere thought drove her crazy, made her even more desperate to be penetrated. Fucked. Possessed.
    She wrested her mouth away from Hal’s finger. “Please,” she cried, though she didn’t say more, couldn’t say more. Couldn’t ask another male to fuck her in front of Hal, couldn’t ask Hal to fuck her. All she could do was beg for some sort of release.
    “Please,” she said again.
    “Whatever you want, baby,” said Dallas, releasing Hal’s finger from his mouth and kissing Ilsa, at last, on the lips. His tongue met hers, caressed her, and though his body never stopped its rhythm, she felt him reaching down between her legs.
    His penis was still rubbing on her clit. But she felt the blunt, hot tip of Hal’s cock at the lips of her pussy. And she realized that Dallas was holding Hal, was guiding him into her, stroking his length and his balls as he did.
    Hal. Oh no. Was she ready for Hal? Only Hal? Inside her, around her, with her?
    But she didn’t want to stop. She couldn’t stop, not at this point, with his girth beginning to stretch the walls of her pussy. He slid into her, surely and as deep and good as she remembered—no, even better—with his breath hot in her ear and his body urgent behind her.
    “Oh Ils,” he whispered and began to move inside her. “I’ve missed you so much.”
    She closed her eyes. It wasn’t the same, it couldn’t be the same with a six-foot robot of her own manufacture in the bed with them, guiding Hal’s dick and pressing his own dick against her clitoris. But it was Hal inside her, filling her, joined with her. Even though Dallas had been similar, even though he was modeled on Hal and controlled by Hal, he wasn’t Hal.
    Suddenly she was very close to tears.
    “Baby?” said Dallas. “Is something wrong?”
    She didn’t open her eyes but she could hear his voice was full of concern.
    Behind her, Hal stilled his movements immediately. “Ils?”
    He was going to stop. He was going turn her around and see her face and discover how she felt.
    She shook her head quickly. “I’m fine. I’m great. This feels so good, let me make you feel good too.” She reached down and grasped Dallas’ dick with one hand, trying to pull his body up with the other.
    “You want to suck on me, baby? While he fucks you?”
    “Okay.” And she did—she’d wanted to since yesterday. Not only as a distraction, although that was the most important thing right now. “Yes. Please. Now, Dallas.”
    Dallas immediately moved himself around one hundred and eighty degrees so that his crotch was at the level of Ilsa’s face. She opened her mouth and licked the crown of his dick. It tasted of her.
    Behind her, Hal was motionless, still buried deep inside her, but his hands gripped her hips and she could hear his ragged breathing.
    Ilsa grabbed Dallas’ cock and fed it into her mouth. She wanted to be stuffed full, to be caught between two males so she wouldn’t have to think anything or feel anything but physical pleasure. She sucked him in deep, swirling her tongue around the head.
    Hal groaned and held her hips even tighter. And between her legs, Dallas’ warm mouth and tongue flicked against her clit. Licking and kissing her labia, working his way down to where Hal was joined with her. She sucked harder on his penis as she realized Dallas was licking Hal too, the bottom of his shaft and his balls.
    “Fucking hell,” said Hal shakily and he began to move again.
    He thrust into her, deep and hard, again and again, as she licked and sucked at Dallas’ cock and Dallas licked and sucked at both of them. And yes, the physical pleasure was taking over.