Robot Lover Ch. 05

If you've seen Robot Lover before, you know that no actual robots are involved, and you also know that our main characters are a bit wrapped up in their dance of no pants. And now real life is beginning to pile up on the horizon like the first thunderheads of the monsoon.

Like most students (Claudia) and aimless stoners (me), we found that the two of us couldn't quite afford to rent a house of our own, or even a decent apartment, within twenty miles of campus.

But I think the gods of love and luck were keeping an eye on Claudia. Before we could decide what to do, two guys from our house, Fred and Steve, informed the group that they would be leaving us. Fred's aunt and uncle were moving to a retirement place down in San Diego, and they had told Fred he could use their house, if he wanted it, until he graduated.

Of course he wanted it. He and Steve had just won the lottery.

An interesting thing about the house, just over the city line in Oakland, was that it had an empty outbuilding in the back that had once been used as an in-law apartment. It had its own kitchen and bathroom, and even a little fireplace. Was anyone interested?

Claudia and I raised our hands and shouted at the same time. There were others in the house who also were interested, but after Fred talked to his uncle about renting out the space, it became clear that the uncle's generosity was limited to Fred. It would take two people to afford the outbuilding, and they would have to be very good friends, because it was what real-estate people call a "studio" apartment. We didn't even discuss it before telling Fred that we would take it. Our status as a couple was officially exposed. It was no surprise to Bill.

We were so impetuous and inexperienced that we agreed to the deal before we had even seen the place. We didn't care if it was a dump as long as it was our dump. But the gods were still on our side. The place was enchanting.

In many ways, that little apartment, which we called "the cottage," was all anyone could ask. It was very quiet, hidden from the street by the big house and surrounded by trees and mature bushes. The first time we visited the place, we could see that our front door and window--in fact our whole "yard," if you could call it that--could be seen only from one upstairs window in the main house. All we needed was a window shade and we were going to have privacy.

With our new keys, I unlocked the front door, but Claudia said, "Wait."

I smiled at her. "You want me to carry you over the threshold?"

She looked into my face intently. "I hadn't thought of that, but... yes, I do," she said.

I started to pick her up, but again she said, "Wait! Like this." And she started unbuttoning her shirt. I laughed. I knew nobody was home at that moment in the main house, but I still looked around as I started taking my own shirt off.

Claudia, who had gotten naked in about three seconds, knelt in front of me and undid my shoes, so I could step out of them. I dropped my pants and underpants in one move and piled them on top of everything else.

I held Claudia for a moment, looking at her and then around at the scene. I had never been naked in a place where I could get arrested for it. It was cool outside, but she was warm. I hugged her, marveling again at her body.

"I feel like Eve," she said. She wasn't smiling.

"Well... Madam--"

"Don't you dare," she said.

"--I'm Adam." I picked her up and kicked the door open.

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The sunlight on the bed was so warm I thought about opening the window, but that would have involved moving, and I didn't really want to do that. We were playing a little game that Claudia had invented: I had to hold off for ten minutes while she tried to make me come, doing every creative, dirty thing she could think of.

If I managed to hold out, she became Robot Lover for an hour, and she had to do whatever I felt like. But that didn't happen very often.

She had begun to learn where my buttons were. She would slide a heavily lubed finger up my ass and gently swirl it while she looked into my eyes and told me how very dirty it felt. She would beg me to give her a mouthful of "lots and lots of your cum." She would roll my balls in her mouth while she groaned loudly and gave my knob a rapid but feathery hand job. I usually blew at the seventh or eighth minute.

And when I did, I became Robot Lover for the rest of that day.

Claudia really enjoyed playing with my ass. My part as a robot usually involved me wearing that butt plug, and I was getting so used to it I would forget it was there. Meanwhile, I would spend hours languidly eating her pussy or wonderful brown asshole, no hurry, while diddling her clit with my fingers, according to her mood.

Neither of us had fucked the other in the ass yet, although we both wanted to be fucked, and we talked about it. She enjoyed trying to take larger objects and more fingers in both her ass and pussy, but even though the extreme nature of it appealed to her, she was tight, and we both knew that was a good thing. We took it easy.

She was also becoming a bit of a screamer, because in our new hideout she could come as loudly as she wished.

Right now, on this sunny morning, she knew I was about to blow. I was panting like a dog. She was jacking me while she languidly licked a honey mixture, which she called "Cum Helper," off my cockhead. She was kneeling over my cock, on top of me in a 69 position, which meant her asshole was literally in my face.

I had made the mistake of admitting to her that I loved that. I liked looking at her ass. I loved the taste and smell. Everything about it.

"Mmmn," she said. "I can tell you're almost there, Tommy. You want me to turn around so you can watch yourself come? So you can see me take your cum in my mouth?

I groaned. It was a rhetorical question. She knew I had already surrendered. I was indeed "almost there." After grinding her asshole on my face, she turned around. She took another sip of her mixture and got down between my legs on her stomach, pointing my cock toward her open mouth. She opened wide, showing me the mixture in her mouth, while she began jerking me hard.

What the hell. I surrendered to the feeling and started grunting out loud. I was squeezing my balls with my right hand. She stopped jacking me, reached up and put my hand on my cock, then made jerking motions.

She wanted me to do it.

And I did. That was all it took. I was no longer embarrassed about jacking off in front of her; she waited for my spouts like a first-timer at Old Faithful, and it made it extra exciting for me. I watched her open-mouthed smile as I stroked hard, and I shouted out loud as I immediately squirted three times into her eager mouth. Much of the third squirt ended up on her lower lip and chin.

Still jacking, loving the feeling, I said, "Don't move and don't swallow."

She was still smiling with her mouth open as I pulled out from under her and bent my face down to hers. I licked my cum from her chin and lips and then covered her open mouth with my own. She groaned as we swirled our tongues together. At the same moment, we swallowed the rest of the cum, honey, and coconut oil. I had no doubt that she loved it. My god, that stuff was tasty.

She bent down and took my softening cock in her mouth, licking and sucking. She kissed me again and then looked at me, obviously thinking.

"Now your ass is mine," she said.

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We had discovered that our private cottage had a downside on the day I carried her over the threshold: When Fred had said the cottage was empty, he wasn't kidding. There wasn't a stick of furniture in there. We had a stove and a refrigerator, but the electricity hadn't been turned on yet.

We had walked barefoot and naked around the little place, enjoying the generally good conditions. I couldn't smell any mold, and the floor was clean. So was the fireplace.

The cottage had been renovated at least once, and now had, in essence, three rooms. The small kitchen was separated from the living room/bedroom by a sort of half-wall, so you could see the front door from the kitchen sink. The stove and refrigerator were old and beat-up even by our hippie standards, but we were enchanted with them, because they were ours.

The best thing, though, was the bathroom.

Whatever this building had been in the first place--I was guessing a carriage barn--the bathroom had been built around some sort of wash room. Big industrial double sinks were on one wall, sunk into a tiled wooden counter held up by 4x4 timbers. The opposite wall was dominated by an enormous bathtub built along the same lines as the sinks. The shower, clearly added last, was essentially in the middle of the room, probably because a drain was already in the middle of the floor. No curtains. The toilet was in a corner, but had no privacy from the rest of the room.

I had smiled down at my naked roommate, who was twisting her fingers in her bush, playing with it.

"This is fucking Disneyland," she said.

And it was to the bathroom that she led me now. We hadn't played around in there much, except for a couple of fun and very dirty showers--so I was excited by what she might have in mind.

I was also cold, after the sunny warmth of the main room.

"It's freezing in here," I said.

"Not for long." She closed the door behind us and turned the shower's hot water knob all the way on. Steam began to rise immediately.

She turned to me and looked at me like a high school boy looks at a centerfold. She took my hands and put them on her breasts, then pulled me closer. I looked back. I could not imagine a sexier body or a prettier face. I could smell her arousal.

I was old enough to know that our lust for each other wasn't going to last forever, but forever was still a long way off, and in the meantime all I wanted was to make love to Claudia all day every day. We looked at each other's faces and our eyes locked--and held.

"God, I wish I could bottle this feeling," I said. "I want to just merge with your body and you to merge with me."

"Let's try," she said, and hugged me even tighter. I laughed.

She took my hand and started to lead me toward the sinks, then stopped.

"Robot," she said, "go get the lube and the.... No. Bring everything in the drawer."

With some misgivings, mixed with interest, I did that. I went to the bedroom and pulled the "toy drawer" out of the nightstand. I took drawer and all back to the bathroom, which felt wet and warm now.

She put all the toys on the counter, then led me over to the shower, which she adjusted so that it was warm but not hot.

"Wet down your crotch... and your crack," she said. I did. She soaped her hands to work up a lather and then lovingly stroked my cock and fondled my balls. I started to get hard again. She turned my body and said, "Bend over."

I grabbed the side of the tub and supported myself on my hands.

"Now, robot, spread 'em."

I spread my legs and laughed as she reached under me to gently stroke just under my cockhead.

"You like that, robot?" she said.

"Cleanliness is next to godliness, mistress," I said. She laughed.

"No, this is next to godliness," she said, and started seriously washing my ass crack from taint to tailbone. She dug her fingers into my hole a bit, and my cock started to jerk in response. I really was starting to like having my ass violated.

"You like that, don't you," she said.

"Yes," I said.

"So do I," she said. She pulled me back under the shower. "Get all of that soap off," she said, "and then do me."

I washed the soap off of me and out of me as well as I could--I reminded myself to buy a long shower hose as soon as possible--while I watched her fondling herself. She was masturbating hard, with her eyes closed as if I wasn't there. Then I reached out and pulled her under the shower. I filled my own hands with lather.

"Please mistress," I said, "assume the position."

Smiling, she pushed her hips forward obscenely to catch hot water on her pussy, then bent forward at the waist and pulled her ass cheeks open to get her crotch wet.

"Not too deep with the soap, right?" she said.

"I remember. By the way we're almost out of coconut oil."

"I'll put it on the grocery list," she said.

I began by turning off the spray and attacking her little round buns, swirling the soap around far more than whatever might have been needed. She laughed and bent over to support herself on the side of the tub, as I had. Then I gently reached under her and gave her pussy and taint a gentle but thorough scrubbing while she made a noise in the back of her throat. I finished by going back to her beautiful little asshole and cleaning it slowly to fingertip depth. My cock was responding without anyone touching it.

"Rinse me, robot," she said.

I rinsed her slowly, supporting her upper body with one arm and incidentally cupping a breast while directing water into her nooks and crannies with my other hand. I was doing far more groping than was necessary, but she was sighing.

"All right, mistress," I said. "I think you're clean."

Claudia went to the assembled sex toys. "Today is ass day, robot," she said. "I want to make love to your dirty little hole." She picked up the butt plug and started lubing it up.

"I would like to make love to your dirty hole also," I said, "although it's not what you would call dirty right now."

"We'll see if we can fix that," she said.

She brought the plug over to me and I started to turn around.

"No," she said. "This one's for me. Put it in me... and you can be a little rough about it." She turned and bent over, spreading her legs and grabbing her knees with her hands. I spread her cheeks with the fingers of my left hand and started working the plug into her with my right. I did push a little faster than I ordinarily would have.

"Wait!" she said.

"Sorry."

"No, no," she said. "Wait a minute." And she started to pee. A dribble at first, then hard. It spattered on the tiles and on my feet, and flowed toward the drain. I leaned down and kissed her ass. The smell of hot piss surrounded me.

"Aaaaah," she said. It went to a dribble again. I cupped my free hand under her. A puddle collected in my palm, and I slurped it like champagne. I was so horny.

She watched me. "God, I love you," she said. "Now plug my ass up."

I gently spit on the plug in case the lube might be starting to dry, and swatted her ass--hard. She jumped, and I twisted the plug into her in one corkscrewing motion. She threw her head back and made a noise in her throat, like a stifled scream.

"Too much?" I said.

"Just right." She walked gingerly back to the counter and started lubing up the anal intruder. "Come here and lay your tummy down on the counter right there," she said, pointing to a clear area between the two sinks.

"Oh, boy," I said. I laid my upper body on the counter, which was high enough to force me up on my tiptoes if I didn't want the edge of the counter digging into me. I thought this might be more fun if I was on my knees on the bed, but now I was warm and dripping wet, not to mention smelling faintly of piss, so I didn't bring it up. "I have to tell you, I've actually been looking forward to seeing what the intruder feels like," I said. "The tip looks like it would be fairly easy to take."

Claudia bent down and I lifted my face. She kissed me softly and licked my lips. "Let's find out," she said.

She laid the intruder on the counter right in front of my face while she rinsed the lube off her hands and dried them. I could smell the Latex and the lube. Then she picked it up and both she and it disappeared. I waited for what seemed like a long time, but it was probably only a few seconds.

"Hold yourself open, robot," she said. "Make your asshole wink for me. I want to watch."

"My mistress is a perv," I said, and reached back to open my cheeks, but she didn't answer. I could feel her warm breath on my open ass while I clenched and unclenched, and then I felt the tiny tip of her tongue flicking around my hole. I groaned.

"Relax." Claudia said, and then licked me hard. "You want it. You want me to eat your hole, don't you? Let me in. I want to taste you."

I used my fingertips to try for a grip on my anus, and consciously relaxed. It was working; I could feel her tongue entering me a little bit. Then the feeling changed. I thought maybe she was pushing with a finger.

Nope. Not a finger. The first of the knobs on the intruder popped inside me. It felt huge.

"How you doing, Robot?" I could hear her amusement. I felt her body shift and she was leaning on the table next to me. I turned my face her way and she said, "Taste yourself." She stuck her tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it. I could smell shit, but I couldn't taste it.

"Push more," I said. "Give me two more."

"Big talk," she said. "I'm the one in charge here, so don't piss me off." I laughed. "Do it," I said.

She copied my action when I had inserted the butt plug, and gave me a hard slap on my butt cheek. I jumped, and she pushed hard while she made a cranking motion with the intruder. It hurt a bit and I felt very full. It wasn't exactly pain, I thought, but it was very uncomfortable. "Jesus!" I said. "How many is that?"

"Four," she said. I groaned, and she said, "It's all in your little robot head. The fourth ball is only about the size of the butt plug."

I shifted and analyzed my discomfort. It didn't feel the same as the butt plug. I could feel things inside me. It felt like it was a foot long, even though I knew the fourth bump was only five or six inches from the tip.

"Please mistress," I said, "if you're going to fuck me with it, will you do it just like it is?"

"Don't you want more, tough guy?"

"Maybe later."

She laughed, and very slowly pulled three of the balls out through the ring of my asshole. I could feel it pulling outward each time, and then snapping back to normal. Sort of. The more I relaxed, the more it felt like I was taking an involuntary shit. Then she pushed the balls back into me. That felt better. Then she pulled them out of me again, even more slowly. Again it felt like I was taking a shit.

"I'm not actually shitting, am I?" I said.

No, you little baby," she said. "I can't even see any shit on the intruder."

She sped up a bit and began pushing and pulling fairly quickly, or at least that's what it felt like to me. I was lying on the counter breathing fairly hard, and I began to feel the edge of the counter digging in below my belly, and I realized it was also pushing on my bladder.

"Mistress, I have to pee," I said.

"You should have thought of that before we left the house."

"My mistress is hilarious, but I still have to pee."

Claudia was quiet for a minute, holding one of my ass cheeks and working the intruder in and out of my ass. It really wasn't that bad. In fact it was starting to feel sort of good, like a massage.

"I could just go where I am," I said.

"No. Stand up and keep this inside you," she said, and she pushed another, larger, knob inside my ring. This time it wasn't that bad. Then she took my hips and turned me toward the shower and the drain beneath it. I was trying to keep the intruder inside me, but it was heavily lubed and my body just wanted to get rid of it. I felt the latest knob, the largest so far, just pop out of my ass, and I clenched. The intruder was fairly heavy, and gravity was doing the rest.

"I'm going to lose this thing," I said.

"No you're not," she said. "Here, I'll hold it. Grab it with your right hand."

I did. It was very slippery, but it was no longer threatening to escape my shit chute.

"Push that last ball back in," she said. "Here. I'll help." She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I pushed and the knob popped back in fairly easily.