Relava would have to go in for repairs. A model this old would be unlikely to be released back into the workforce. It was more likely she’d simply be donated for Offworld prison use, or sent to one of the Oldcity sex centers. She might even be retired.
Relava went to Eddie and knelt in front of him. With her eyes on the floor, she sighed so fiercely her creamy shoulders lifted. Then she reached for his crotch.
Eddie put his hand on hers. “Wait, Relava.”
Again, the wide-eyed stare. “You don’t want that?”
Eddie, still fully clad, looked at me over Relava’s head. I could tell he was as sympathetic to this bot as I was. She didn’t have much of a chance, poor thing, and her behavior showed she knew it.
Eddie, despite being a testosterone-driven man, is also tender-hearted. “Get on the bed, Relava.”
Her perfect brow creased. “Okay.”
Eddie shrugged out of his shirt and pants, and tossed them to me to fold. I’d say men are also careless by nature. Maybe that’s why bots are too—they were originally designed by men, after all. I set his clothes and utility belt on the dresser, though I’d make sure to give him a little hell later about his assumption that I’d perform maid duties.
Eddie has a fine body, without cosmetic enhancements. He keeps trim through workouts, not surgery. The hair on his body is slightly darker than the hair on his head, and it furs his chest, arms, legs and groin. He’s a tall man too, with long legs and a long torso that combined make him seem taller.
He’s also got an amazing cock. It’s not huge in length or girth, though I know many women find that attractive. It’s just the right size. What makes it so extraordinary is its perfection. Every ridge and wrinkle is lovely, from the pink, smooth head down to the thin-skinned surface at the root. Eddie’s cock tastes like spice—not musky, not dirty. He’s always clean.
Watching him, even though at this moment his cock still curled in its nest of hair, flaccid, I felt myself stirring. I could too well remember what sort of lover Eddie is, and thinking of it made my body recall Declan’s touch and the way he made me come.
A faulty ignition won’t break down until after the second orgasm. Eddie had his work cut out for him. Relava lay back on the bed, legs spread. Clearly she wasn’t expecting much in the way of wooing.
Eddie is a quality not quantity man. It’s the reason he’s so popular with the ladies in his personal life. He knelt between Relava’s open thighs and touched her, gently, just inside each knee.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” It might have sounded trite or clichéd, but Eddie meant it. Not all Ops uphold the tenets of our training: be generous in your duties. Most hold the Newcity motto in higher esteem. “To thine own business attend.” It doesn’t make for good lovemaking.
Pleasurebots don’t require much foreplay—they’re programmed for pleasure and can come from stimulation that would leave a normal woman cold. But just because they don’t need it doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have it. Their sole purpose is to feel and provide pleasure, and anyone who doesn’t allow them that is doing himself a huge disfavor.
Relava relaxed against the pillows. Eddie slid down the bed until he lay prone, propped on his elbows, his face between her legs. From my vantage point I could see everything he was doing. Technically, I didn’t have to watch…I just wanted to.
Her pubic hair was limited to a fluffy tuft just above the hood of her clitoris. Below that, around her labia and anus, she looked as smooth as satin. Her clit was like a ruby red jewel tucked into a tiny cloak of pale peach. Now, because of Eddie’s attentions, it pushed up from its covering. She glistened already, the dew of her arousal coating her opening.
Eddie pushed her legs flat to the bed and met my eyes in the headboard mirror. He was doing that so I’d have a clear view. That devil. He knew me too well.
He
Relava went to Eddie and knelt in front of him. With her eyes on the floor, she sighed so fiercely her creamy shoulders lifted. Then she reached for his crotch.
Eddie put his hand on hers. “Wait, Relava.”
Again, the wide-eyed stare. “You don’t want that?”
Eddie, still fully clad, looked at me over Relava’s head. I could tell he was as sympathetic to this bot as I was. She didn’t have much of a chance, poor thing, and her behavior showed she knew it.
Eddie, despite being a testosterone-driven man, is also tender-hearted. “Get on the bed, Relava.”
Her perfect brow creased. “Okay.”
Eddie shrugged out of his shirt and pants, and tossed them to me to fold. I’d say men are also careless by nature. Maybe that’s why bots are too—they were originally designed by men, after all. I set his clothes and utility belt on the dresser, though I’d make sure to give him a little hell later about his assumption that I’d perform maid duties.
Eddie has a fine body, without cosmetic enhancements. He keeps trim through workouts, not surgery. The hair on his body is slightly darker than the hair on his head, and it furs his chest, arms, legs and groin. He’s a tall man too, with long legs and a long torso that combined make him seem taller.
He’s also got an amazing cock. It’s not huge in length or girth, though I know many women find that attractive. It’s just the right size. What makes it so extraordinary is its perfection. Every ridge and wrinkle is lovely, from the pink, smooth head down to the thin-skinned surface at the root. Eddie’s cock tastes like spice—not musky, not dirty. He’s always clean.
Watching him, even though at this moment his cock still curled in its nest of hair, flaccid, I felt myself stirring. I could too well remember what sort of lover Eddie is, and thinking of it made my body recall Declan’s touch and the way he made me come.
A faulty ignition won’t break down until after the second orgasm. Eddie had his work cut out for him. Relava lay back on the bed, legs spread. Clearly she wasn’t expecting much in the way of wooing.
Eddie is a quality not quantity man. It’s the reason he’s so popular with the ladies in his personal life. He knelt between Relava’s open thighs and touched her, gently, just inside each knee.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” It might have sounded trite or clichéd, but Eddie meant it. Not all Ops uphold the tenets of our training: be generous in your duties. Most hold the Newcity motto in higher esteem. “To thine own business attend.” It doesn’t make for good lovemaking.
Pleasurebots don’t require much foreplay—they’re programmed for pleasure and can come from stimulation that would leave a normal woman cold. But just because they don’t need it doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have it. Their sole purpose is to feel and provide pleasure, and anyone who doesn’t allow them that is doing himself a huge disfavor.
Relava relaxed against the pillows. Eddie slid down the bed until he lay prone, propped on his elbows, his face between her legs. From my vantage point I could see everything he was doing. Technically, I didn’t have to watch…I just wanted to.
Her pubic hair was limited to a fluffy tuft just above the hood of her clitoris. Below that, around her labia and anus, she looked as smooth as satin. Her clit was like a ruby red jewel tucked into a tiny cloak of pale peach. Now, because of Eddie’s attentions, it pushed up from its covering. She glistened already, the dew of her arousal coating her opening.
Eddie pushed her legs flat to the bed and met my eyes in the headboard mirror. He was doing that so I’d have a clear view. That devil. He knew me too well.
He
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