Thread: Faulty Wiring (Serter and deliliah)

The subtle shifting of the bed, the feeling of his covers being pulled away, the touch of warm soft skin against his hips and then pressure of small hands, sharp manicured nails sinking into his stomach, the sensations bled through from his conscious mind into his dreaming one. The sensations on something warm and tight, sheathing over his cock, drawing a groan of pleasure from him as his mind was pulled from his dreams back to reality. His eyes fluttered open and his head, facing the wall of bay windows overlooking the city, turned to face the lovely girl bouncing up and down in his lap. A small smile crept over his lip as the events of the past few days returned to him, his smile becoming wider, turning into a wicked grin as his hips began to rock and thrust beneath her, moving on their own agency, barely being moved by his conscious mind as he ran his right hand slowly up her perfect skin, over her breast, and capturing her permanently perky nipple between thumb and forefingers, a small platinum wedding band around his ring finger shining in the ray of cascading sunlight pushing through the drawn blinds. twisting softly and tugging gently as his hips bucked beneath her and he smiled at her heavily make-up caked face. Mmm...good morning baby he mumbled, still half awake though waking rapidly as he gave her nipple a twist, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from her and sending her motions, rhythmic and sensual, into something more urgent and lustful. He had meant to call her by her name but in the fog of morning, his brain couldn't quite recall what he had named her so baby would have to do until he remembered. His left hand, resting on the soft mattress until now, slid down to her knee and then began to crawl up her thigh. His rough, calloused hand caressed her thigh as it slid up to her hip and around, gripping a firm handful of her ass and tugging as he gave his hips a sudden jerk up and forward, eliciting another head thrown back scream from his plaything. It had been what? 3 days, no, four, today was the fourth day since he had taken delivery of her and still he couldn't help but grope at these wonderful, if enhanced, breasts, his fingers digging into her perky breast as his thumb and finger rolled her nipple all while she bounced up and down on him, her kinky little pigtails bouncing along with her other breast. The money he had spent on her was, in his humble opinion, well spent, he could have any woman he wanted really but this was different in some kind of wrong, but oh so erotic way. After her he knew he could never go back to women, not that she was anything so science fiction as a robot, we weren't that far just yet, but she was something close. Lacking all will of her own, living to obey and serve, she was his 250,000,000 living fuck toy. That's how much he had paid to the shell company who had made him the offer and had delivered her, who they were a shell for was anybodies guess. He knew with his resources he could have found out, but he also knew anyone who could do THIS to her, could probably do terrible things to him and money was no good if you didn't have a brain. James Eschaton was a name that maybe not everyone would know off the tops of their heads, not like celebrities that everyone gossiped over, but 8 years ago when he had been on the cover of every tech magazine for the sale of his robotics company for 39 billion dollars, well he had been the talk of the town for a few weeks there, before some celebrity had a nip slip or got sent back to rehab and his brief time in the spotlight had passed. James had been happy to slip into obscurity, pursuing small projects here and there, to invest money in to and to keep himself busy, but he mostly kept to himself, and now that he had this living, breathing, sex machine whose only goal in life was to do whatever he asked, he doubted he'd be getting out of his penthouse much in the coming weeks, not as long as he wore the platinum band around his finger, the one that matched the band on her own hand. As it had been explained to him, whoever wore the matching ring to hers, she obeyed, lovingly, obediently, unquestioningly, and would until the wearer of the ring took the ring off, someone else put it on, or the highly unlikely chance or so they had told him, she blew a...metaphorical fuse which was possible as she was their first success...but they assured him that was....unlikely.... James licked his lower lip, eyeing cand- candie!, yes that was what he had named her, he stared lewdly at candie's pleasure filled face and as she bounced up and down atop him, his cock throbbed inside her and he couldn't last much longer, James for all his brains wasn't much of a looker, he wasn't in super great shape and while he wasn't fat, he wasn't going to run the New York City marathon. He felt his toes curling against the soles of his feet as she bounced away, his hand on her hips migrating up to her other breast, squeezing both of her big, fake, wonderful tits as he bucked his hips below her as he panted softly, his hips bucking up to meet hers as her tight cunt swallowed him again and again and again.