Dec 172014
 

What a year it has been. The wife’s broken leg, the wife being laid off and me starting a job have not been conducive to the porn writing life. Stress has been at an all time high and that’s even including when I had cancer. The cycle of my wife interviewing and getting turned down for jobs is soul crushing for her and me as well.

It is amazing I got any writing done at all. In a rare acknowledgement of my limits, I am taking the next three weeks off and won’t be posting any new stories.  I will resume writing in January where I am sure all of my problems will mysteriously fix themselves.

In typical stubborn fashion, I will keep posting my one-a-day space orgy blog. If you are not reading it, you have missed cyborgs, time travelers, psychics and snakes on a space station.

 

Dec 102014
 

Dee waited in silence. They had placed darkened goggles on her eyes that completely blinded her. She may not be able to see them but she felt the powerful hot lights that were focused on her body. E very inch of her ebony skin was on display. She was naked and more than her body was being exposed tonight.

She was smiling. A long year of work was about to pay off. She had completed so many tests. She had endured so many humiliations, challenges and trials. Once, she had been broken but she put herself back together. She had continued when others had quit. She had earned her right to be here.

Dee was going to become a member of the Partnership of Perversity. They were the most secretive club in the city. They didn’t care if you were rich or poor; but you had to be as dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh as they were. They were dedicated to fucking.

Dee needed them. Her life had gotten away from her. She in her thirties; single with a teenage child. She hated her job but it paid the bills. She hated her home but she could afford it. She was tired of dating, fighting and breaking up. She just wanted to fuck. Dee just wanted as much pleasure as her body could handle.

“It is time to write the Pact,” a voice said. It was her sponsor, Mr. Valkner. Dee’s jaw ached at the memory of how many times she had sucked his dick.

“We will write on you,” Mr. Valkner said. “Each Partner will write their demands onto your body. You will have one night to fulfill these demands. If you satisfy the Pact, and more importantly, the Partners, then you will be accepted into our ranks. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Dee said. Consent with very important with the Partnership.

People began to touch her body. A male hand grabbed her left breast and squeezed it so that they could write on the surface of her nipple. Someone pulled her ass cheeks apart so that someone else could write on the inside of her crack. Her foot was lifted and something written on the sole of her foot. Dee was grateful that they didn’t write on the arch of her foot or she would have been ticklish. Laughter didn’t seem appropriate at the moment.

The cold touch of the pen was felt all over her body. Dee wondered what they used to write on her body. Was it colored pens? Some sort of permanent marker? More than likely it was some special instrument selected just for this occasion. Whatever was used, Dee was certain that it could last a night of fucking.

A pen touched her right cheek. Something decadent was written across her face. A tremble of fear shook her as she wondered how hard the writing will be to wash off later. Had they marked her as a deviant forever?

The writing stopped. People walked away. A door closed.

“Take off your blindfold,” Mr. Valkner said.

Dee removed the goggles. The harsh lights blinded her. It took her a moment to let her eyes adjust.

“Look at the Pact,” Mr. Valkner said.

There was a mirror in front of her. Writing of multiple colors covered her dark brown body. Something white was written on her thighs. Something green was written under her breasts. Something blue was written on her face.

She looked closer as her face. “Choke on my cock,” someone had written.

“Is this one your’s?” Dee asked.

Mr. Valkner ignored her question. “Go to the Chamber of Orgasms,” he said.

Dee nodded and went through the west door. She had spent quite a few weekends here. A month of service had taught her every room. Hours cleaning jizz off of floors had taught her patience.

She wasn’t feeling patient now. Her heart was pounding. It would be her final test. It would be the last step before a lifetime of getting laid.

The Chamber of Orgasms was full. There were so many people here. Dee knew some of the members of the Partnership but not all of them. She knew of Miss Hemsworth and the loyal brothers who served her. She had met with kind Mr. Ulman and his very unkind canes. Both Kents were here and Dee still didn’t know if they were husband and wife or two very wrong siblings.

The rest were strangers and there were so many strangers.

“Claim your promise from her body,” Mr. Valkner said.

An old Asian man that Dee didn’t recognize walked up to her. His cock trembled with excitement. He was so frail looking but his cock was thicker than his wrist.

“Jack me off onto your leg,” he commanded. His finger tapped some red writing on her thigh. The letters were unknown to her.

“Of course,” Dee said. She spit in her hand and then grabbed his cock. He was so warm in her grip. Her fingers stroked his cock downward; aiming the head at her thigh where he wrote on her.

“Fifty taps with the cane,” Mr. Ulman said. He touched a place on Dee’s right buttock. She couldn’t see hiw words but she knew they were there.

“Do it,” Dee said.

There was no warm up. Mr. Ulman struck her ass with a very thin and very cruel rattan reed. Tears sprang to Dee’s eyes as the reed bit into her plump ass.

“This breast is mine,” a young woman said. Her curly brown hair was almost a veil on her face. She pointed to Dee’s left breast where someone had written, “Ms. Oliwitz’s”

“It is yours,” Dee said. Dee then cried out as another cane stroke hit her ass.

The young woman leaned over and kissed Dee’s breast, as tenderly as a lover.

Dee stroked the Asian man’s cock. Mr. Ulman continued his assault on Dee’s bottom. Ms. Olwitz lavished gentle kisses to Dee’s sensitive breast.

The rest of the Partnership of Pleasure waited their turns with eager eyes.

The Asian man climaxed. Dee jerked his cock down on her thigh. The heat of his semen splashed against her.

“You have honored your pact,” he said.

Dee nodded her head in acceptance before closing her eyes in pain. The cane strokes hit her faster and faster. She had tried counting them but now her ass was one giant center of sensitive pain.

Ms. Olwitz gave her nipple one last loving lick. “You have honored your pact,” she whispered.

“I am glad,” Dee said. She said it as quickly as possible between cane strikes.

A black man grabbed her ear as if he was disciplining child. Despite the pain in Dee’s ass, the twisting of her ear commanded her attention. He touched a spot on her neck where a pen had touched her earlier.

“Lick my ass,” he growled at her.

“Yes,” Dee said. He released her ear and turned around. His extremely fit ass faced her.

Dee dropped to her knees. Mr. Ulman kept striking her. She angled her ass towards him to give him a better angle. Obedience was so important.

The black man reached behind him and pulled her head to his ass. Dee gasped as muscled buttocks pressed against her face. Her mouth opened and her tongue reached out. She found the tight hole of his ass and started to lick.

Mr. Ulman struck her ass again. Dee whimpered. How many more could she take? Every inch of her ass was on fire. How would she be able to continue if she was too sensitive to move?

The black man pushed Dee’s face harder against his ass. Dee realized her answer. She would just have to keep going. She had come too far to stop.

Dee turned her focus away from her pain and to the man’s ass that she was licking. She flicked her tongue at his hole. She took long loving licks at that most vulnerable of places. She wiggled her tongue inside the man’s anus and tasted that most forbidden of spots.

The man released her head and his ass moved away. “You have honored your pact,” he said. His knees were shaking.

“Good,” Dee said. She noticed that she was no longer being caned. She wasn’t exactly sure when it had stopped. Her ass still hurt but she was grateful that it was over.

“Sit on my face,” a woman said. It was Mrs. Kent. The thin white woman giggled after making her request. She reached out and touched a line of writing on Dee’s ass.

Dee winced as the fingernail traced where a welt was forming. “I’d be happy too,” she said.

Mrs. Kent laid down on the floor. Dee carefully straddled the smaller woman’s face. Mrs. Kent smiled and opened her mouth as Dee’s shaved cunt descended.

“Oh shit,” Dee moaned. Mrs. Kent was licking her cunt and licking it well.

Mrs. Kent grabbed Dee’s ass and Dee screamed. The welts on her ass were too sensitive and Mrs. Kent was grabbing far too hard.

Dee nearly lost her balance as Mrs. Kent shook. Mr. Kent was between Mrs. Kent’s thighs and eating her. It was a chain of oral delight and Mrs. Kent was licking Dee even faster.

Dee really hoped that they were a married couple. A minute of licking later, she no longer cared.

Mrs. Kent squirmed underneath her. Her locking became less intense until it was non-existant. Dee stayed on Mrs. Kent’s as the thin woman writhed and climaxed. Dee was fulfilling her end regardless of her own pleasure.

Mr. Kent rose from between Mrs. Kent’s thighs. His face was smeared with her juices. “You have honored your pact,” he said.

“My pleasure,” Dee said. She stood up and moved out of the way.

“Kick me in the balls,” a Hispanic man said to her.

“Excuse me?” Dee asked.

“I wrote it on your foot,” he repeated. Anger flashed in his eyes. “Will you not honor the pact?”

Dee looked at him. He was completely naked. His balls dangled from his stiff cock.

“Um, don’t you want to wear a cup or something?” she asked.

“Honor the pact,” a voice hissed beside her. It was Mr. Valkner.

“Of course,” Dee said. She snapped a kick to the Hispanic man’s balls. Her ass protested at the sudden motion but Dee ignored it. The Partnership had many definitions for pleasure.

Dee’s foot hit the balls hard. Color drained from the Hispanic man’s face and he nearly fell over. The Kents helped him stay on his feet.

“You have honored the pact,” the man wheezed.

“Glad to help,” Dee said.

“Bend over,” a man said. It was one of the brothers that served Mrs. Hemsworth. “Bend over the couch.”

His hand went to her hip. Dee looked down and saw the words written in orange. “Be fucked by my cock.”

Dee smiled and turned to one of the couches. Mrs. Hemwsworth was sitting there masturbating. Dee bent over the arm of the couch and presented her ass. Mrs. Hemsworth smiled and masturbated faster.

Strong hands grabbed Dee’s hips as a cock entered her cunt. Dee shuddered in delight. She needed a fuck.

Mrs. Hemsworth servant fucked her. It was a rapid desperate affair. There was no art or rythym. It was just the mad fucking of a man who has probably done without for months. Knowing Mrs. Hemsworth, it may even be years.

The servant climaxed quickly. He barely lasted a few minutes. Dee moaned with frustration but then she pushed it aside. This wasn’t about her pleasure.

“You have honored your pact,” the servant said.

“It is my turn,” the other servant of Mrs. Hemsworth said. He touched Dee’s other hip where once again the words read, “Be fucked by my cock.”

“I am yours,” Dee said.

Mrs. Hemsworth kept masturbating.

The other servant was thicker but Dee’s wet cunt took him in. He fucked her much harder but Dee endured. His hands gripped her plump black ass instead of her hips and tears slid down Dee’s cheeks. Mr. Ulman had done a number on her and the tender pain was going to last all night if not all week.

The other servant climaxed even quicker. He shouted inarticulate cries of pleasure as his thick cock ejaculated inside Dee.

“You have honored the pact,” the other servant said.

“Mmm,” Dee said. She was so close to climax herself that she couldn’t say anything else.

Mrs. Hemsworth reached out with her hand. It was damp from masturbating. She reached between Dee’s thighs and touched just above Dee’s cunt.

“Come for me,” Mrs. Hemsworth said. Her fingers traced words that Dee knew was written there.

“Yes,” Dee said urgently.

She walked over closer until she was in front of Mrs. Hemsworth. Mrs. Hemsworth slipped a finger inside Dee’s cunt. Another finger joined and then a third. Dee’s hips moved as Mrs. Hemsworth finger fucked her.

“I’m going to come on your ass,” a man said behind her. It was a big man, round and pudgy. He touched a line of writing on her bottom. A new sting of pain radiated from her abused bottom.

“I am here to serve,” Dee said.

The big man masturbated furiously behind her. Mrs. Hemsworth continued to finger fuck her. Dee was in heaven. She was being used and getting fucked. This made the job, the apartment and the crappy dating of the past few years all worth it. This was living.

Dee climaxed. She shuddered and shook as she struggled to stay on he feet. Mrs. Hemsworth smiled and pulled her fingers out. She presented them to Dee’s lips and Dee happily licked the fingers clean.

“You have honored your pact,” Mrs. Hemsworth said.

A moment later, the hot splash of the big man’s semen landed on her ass. The jizz seared her welts and added to her tender pains.

“You have honored your pact,” he big man said.

“It was my pleasure,” Dee said to both of them.

“If you are done, I am ready to claim your ass,” a man said.

Dee looked at the new man. He was an older man but his erect cock was forever young.

“You said my ass,” Dee asked.

The man nodded and reached around her. His finger traced the inside of her buttock. Dee remember the writing that was there.

“Oh,” Dee said.

“Bend back over the couch,” he said. “By the way, my name is Mr. Anders.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Anders,” Dee said. She bent back over the arm of the couch. Mrs. Hemsworth stood up and left, leaving Mr. Anders to enjoy his claim.

Warm lube dripped into Dee’s ass. She closed her eyes as the lube made contact with her tender ass. She tried not to think about the pain she was about to endure. She did think about how wet her pussy had become. Pleasure and pain were so close to one another.

When Dee opened her eyes, a young man sat on the couch next to her. The man was naked except for a pair of black glasses on his innocent face. He grabbed Dee’s tit and traced his fingernail on the writing on her nipple.

“I demand this nipple,” he said.

“It’s yours,” Dee said.

The young man smiled and twisted her nipple. Dee cried out as the young man increased the pressure. Dee’s heavy tit twisted with his hand, sending new sensations to her already over whelmed mind.

That is when Mr. Anders entered her. His lubricated cock pressed against her ass and pushed forward. Dee trembled as his cock expanded her.

“Shit, fuck, shit,” Dee moaned.

The young man smiled and released her nipple. Dee breathed a sigh of relief that was cut off as the young man twisted her nipple again, this time in the other direction.

“Fuck!” Dee cried.

Mr. Anders kept pushing. His cock opened her ass and continued to invade her. Her ass was on fire from where he was touching her and her anus was on fire from being forced open.

She was also terribly wet.

The young man never stopped smiling. Back and forth he twisted her nipple. Sharp fingernails pressed against sensitive flesh.

Mr. Anders began to fuck her. Short controlled thrusts penetrated her ass. Every tap of his body against her sensitive ass was like being spanked. He cared nothing for her discomfort. He just wanted to fuck her ass.

The young man however cared very much for her displeasure. His fingers kept moving and twisting her nipple in new manipulations. Just as Dee was beginning to accept the discomfort he inflicted, his fingers would change. There was no rest for her nipple.

Dee endured. She also thrived. A good hard ass fucking was just what she needed. A little too much attention on her tit was nothing to sneer at either. She was being lusted at and abused. Best of all, there would be no messy breakup afterwards.

The pain on both ends stimulated her cunt. The ass pounding made her cunt very aware of how empty it was. The nipple twisting made her think of how cruel the young man’s fingers would be between her thighs. Her cunt was a hungry whore and it was being ignored. The desire was both overwhelming and divine.

Mr. Anders climaxed. His hot seed filled her tight ass. Dee gasped as the foreign liquid invaded her body.

With a final pinch, the young man released her nipple. He kissed her nipple goodbye and even that tender touch sent a fresh tingle of pain down her spine.

She didn’t notice if they had spoken. All she could think of was her cunt. The orgasm that Mrs. Helmsworth had given her seemed like a thousand years ago.

Mr. Valkner was there. He sat on the couch where the young man had been. He touched her cheek.

Dee smiled. She didn’t have to be told. She knew what he wanted.

She sank down to her knees between his legs. Her mouth swallowed his cock and it pressed against the back of her throat. His hand pressed down on the back of her head, pushing her past her limits to take his cock.

Dee sucked. Spit dribbled from her lips and down his cock. Her tongue lavished adoration onto his cock.

She thought about masturbating. Mr. Valkner wouldn’t mind. She didn’t. She think she understood. The Pact was her service to the Partnership. It was about celebrating pleasure even when you were not the recipient. For a bunch of hedonistic perverts, it was the ultimate sacrifice.

It was also the greatest lesson. There was pleasure to be had in giving.

Dee’s cunt clenched. It was drenched. It ached to be filled with tongues, fingers and cocks. It was a shrine to desire.

Dee sucked until she felt the explosion of semen in her mouth. She licked and swallowed as Mr. Valkner shook in her mouth. She savored the taste of his pleasure.

In time he lifted her head. Dee smiled at the glow on his face.

“Partners in Pleasure, may I introduce you to our newest member,” Mr. Valkner said.

Dee stood up and faced the assembled group. She had a connection with each and every one of them now. They were her lovers and friends.

Dec 082014
 

Priority Alpha Directive From Supreme Command Headquarters.

The rogue battle machine known as Warbot-65 as been spotted in your field of operation. Warbot-65 is considered a Level Five Challenge threat and should not be engaged by anything of Squad Level Three or lower. Additional asset allocation of twenty points is authorized for engagements with Warbot-65.

Warbot-65 was assigned to War Force Raven Sword and acquired seventy commendations for Superior Performance in the battlefield. Warbot-65 also acquired six demerits for Unauthorized Decoration as the machine inexplicably would paint itself garish colors and adorn itself with faux sexual organs.

During Operation Vermin Control, Warbot-65 was part of a force assigned to clearing out space pirates from the Farinelli Nebula. During this operation, Warbot-65 turned on his own squad and joined a group of space pirates.

Rogue software was detected in the Farinelli Nebula and is the primary suspect for Warbot-65’s defection. A secondary suspect is Warbot-65’s superior officer, Lieutenant Cart, was criminally deviant and may have programmed Warbot-65 with pseudo sexual functions. Full analysis will not be possible until Warbot-65 is terminated and examined.

Warbot-65 now travels as a member of Captain Blastpants’ crew. Their current ship is designated the Savage Thrust.

Be advised that although Warbot-65 may appear ridiculous while decorated with fake breasts, leather harnesses and strap-ons, the battle machine is still an efficient combat robot with full capabilities.

Dec 032014
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty of my forty day journey to star system designated “A Single Taste of the Queen’s Lips” by Royal Astronomers. After months of dealing with alien races and negotiating passage through a war zone, it is refreshing to travel through unoccupied space again. I am getting plenty of maintenance done and have caught up on my planetary surveys. I have taught Chairbot to do some basic janitorial chores which allows me more time to reflect on how fortunate I am to serve Queen Erishella. All praise the Queen! End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: After a few failures I have finally gotten the hang of Chairbot’s hardware. Today I am attaching my last surviving vibrator to him to see if he fucks as well as he begs.

“Mistress, please!” Chairbot whined. “It is against Yeth protocols to change our bodies! Shame and disgust circuits are activating all along my mainframe!”

Vaquel Di looked down at the sniveling robot chair. She had plugged in her red vibrator to the robot’s purple chassis and connected it to his power supply. The vibrator was buzzing and ready to be used.

“There are the same protocols that told the Yeth to ignore their cocks for centuries until they forgot what they were used for, right?” Vaquel said.

“Exactly!” Chairbot said. “So please take it off of me!”

Vaquel sighed. The Yeth apparently didn’t understand sarcasm. She ignored his please and stood up. Vaquel stripped out of her orange spacesuit to reveal a fit brown body with large heavy breasts and a larger ass. She ran her fingers through the pink bush of her pubic hair and gave herself a few strokes. Her other hand ran through the short pink hair on her head as she thought about how to calm the robot down.

“Look, you see this ass?” Vaquel said. She turned and gave her ass a hard slap so Chairbot could watch it shake.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said. A slight moan emitted from the robot. He was programmed to feel pleasure when someone sat on him. “If you could sit on me while you remove this modification, that would help eliminate my shame!”

“Nope,” Vaquel said. “I won’t do that but what I will do is sit on you after I have had a good fuck first. Fuck me right and I will be so exhausted that I will need to sit my round, brown, sweaty ass on you to recuperate. Hell, I might sit on you for hours.”

“Hours?” Chairbot said.

“Hours,” Vaquel said. She turned back around and sat on the edge of her bed. Chairbot moaned as her ass sat on something other than him.

“But Mistress, I feel so much shame and disgust!”

“Good!” Vaquel said. “That makes the sex better!”

Chairbot was silent for ten seconds. “Really?” he asked.

Vaquel shrugged and opened her thighs. “Let’s find out. Enter me.”

Chairbot rolled forward on its wheels. Vaquel grabbed the vibrator end and guided it to her sex. It slipped easily into her.

“Yesss,” Vaquel hissed. “Now fuck me, Chairbot!”

Chairbot rolled slowly backwards a few inches, taking the vibrator with him. It rolled forward and slid back into Vaquel’s sex.

“Good,” Vaquel moaned. “Now faster.”

“I’m still feeling immense shame, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

“And I’m not feeling a fucking!” Vaquel snapped.

Chairbot rolled back and then went back into her. He repeated the motion with calculated accuracy. Computing motors controlled Chairbot from going too far out or too far in.

Vaquel groaned and leaned back. This was more like it. In and out, in and out, in and out she was being fucked. Her last vibrator was a familiar companion inside her but this was the first time someone else was doing the thrusting. It was almost as good as sex.

Almost.

“You’re too precise,” Vaquel groaned between thrusts. “Add more variety.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said. It was hard to improvise with his shame circuits in full emotion mode but he tried. He ignored the sacrilegious appendage to his front and programmed a random element into his thrusts.

The vibrator slammed into Vaquel, barely pulled back and then slammed into her again. Next it pulled almost all the way out and then only went halfway in before pulling back out.

“No, no, no,” Vaquel said. “Now you’re just a bad fuck! More rhythm! More rhythm!”

Chairbot adjusted. Vaquel moaned as the fucking returned to something more natural. Good hard thrusts slammed into her pussy with just a hint of variance.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried and she fell back onto her bed. She kept her legs wide as Chairbot rolled back and forth into her slick pussy.

Now it was time for the other parts. Vaquel reached for her nipple clamps. She secured one to each of her dark brown nipples. The sharp teeth bit into her sensitive nipples and sent shivers down to her fucked pussy.

“Activate the remotes!” Vaquel ordered.

“Please, Mistress, don’t make me do this!” Chairbot whined. “The wireless you connected to me is not part of my original hardware!”

“Do it, asshole!” Vaquel yelled.

Chairbot obeyed. He sent a signal to Vaquel’s right nipple clamp and the pressure lessened. He sent a signal to her left nipple and the clamp bit down harder.

“Oh fuck!” Vaquel cried. “Yes, yes, change it up!”

Chairbot switched signals and the clamps responded. He then commanded both of them to slacken and allowed Vaquel to point three seconds of relief before the clamps bit down with twice as much force as before.

While this was happening, Chairbot continued to thrust in and out of his mistress. It plunged the shameful vibrator attachment deep inside her with increasing speed and force.

“I’m going to come,” Vaquel moaned. The random pain to her nipples joined with the pleasure of the fierce fucking between her thighs and merged to form a massive orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her body shook and her thighs closed around Chairbot. She pulled on her breasts and the painful clamps around her nipples.

“Are we done, Mistress?” Chairbot asked hopefully. “Are you ready to sit and relax?”

“Not even close!” Vaquel said. She pushed Chairbot away with her foot. The vibrator slid out of her; glistening with her juices.

Vaquel rolled over and let her legs hang off the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows so her clamped nipples were off the bed. Her ass wiggled with anticipation.

Her brown ass was right in front of Chairbot. He whined with frustration. He was so close to her ass and the pleasure of having it rest against it.

“Fuck my ass, Chairbot! Now!” Vaquel commanded.

Chairbot rolled forward. He adjusted himself to guide the hated vibrator to her round buttocks. Carefully and with all of the power of his robotic brain, he aimed the vibrator for her anus and pushed.

“Oh, oh, ow,” Vaquel moaned. “Keep going!”

Chairbot discovered something within him. The sound of Vaquel’s displeasure did something to his shame circuit. It activated a complimentary program that was new to him. It was a bitter yet strangely pleasant emotion.

It was a tint of sadistic glee.

Chairbot rolled forward with a bit more speed than safety protocols recommended. Vaquel cried out as the vibrator pushed her open and then slid in. The vibrator disappeared inside her ass.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. Her back arched and her heavy breasts swung forward. The nipple clamps increased their pressure drastically and sent shockwaves of pain through her.

“Fuck my ass!” Vaquel commanded.

This time Chairbot didn’t hesitate. He rolled back and forth, his brakes squealing as he pounded Vaquel’s tight ass. He overrode safety protocols and slammed deeper than what was recommended. He went faster than the lubrication tolerances. The harder and faster the fucked, the more pleasure he felt from his sadism/shame sub function.

Vaquel didn’t know about any of this. She just knew that her ass was getting fucked and getting fucked hard. The force of the thrusts made her breasts bounce and agitated the relentlessly biting nipple clamps. Chairbot’s seat slammed into her round ass like awkward spanks to her bottom.

Who knew the little subservient robot had it in him?

Vaquel reached between her legs. Her fingers buried themselves in her slick pussy. As Chairbot rammed her ass, Vaquel stroked herself harder and deeper. The vibrations from the attachment radiated through her ass and went straight to her pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. Her second orgasm was much stronger than the first. Her ass clenched tightly around the invading vibrator.

Chairbot didn’t slow down. If anything, he speed up. The vibrator continued to ram Vaquel’s ass. The nipple clamps bit down with almost unbearable force.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. Chairbot kept fucking her ass.

“Slow down, fucker!” Vaquel yelled.

Chairbot kept going.

Vaquel clenched the sheets of her bed with her hands. It never occurred to her that Chairbot might not obey her. In the weeks they had spent together, she had come to expect total obedience out of the little submissive bot. Had she broken it? Did attaching the vibrator so permanent damage to it?

“Take it, Mistress!” Chairbot yelled.

Vaquel broke into an evil grin. She hadn’t broken the robot; she had just pissed it off. She had new respect for the little bastard.

It also made her current ass fucking even sexier.

Vaquel fell back onto the bed. Pain shot through her breasts as the clamps were pressed into the mattress. She gritted her teeth but she didn’t rise back up.

Chairbot fucked her ass with new hostility. Vaquel took it. Her buttocks became sore from the repeated ramming from the chair’s edge of the robot. Her anus became sore as the vibrator buzzed away inside her. Her tits were on fire from the nipple clamps that no longer relieved any pressure.

The little robot was using her just as badly as she used him. Vaquel bit her lip and took it all. The robot had its revenge on her ass and she couldn’t have been more turned on.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out as her third orgasm exploded within her body.

Chairbot pulled out of her ass. The sudden absence of the vibrator inside her felt strange. Her ass felt empty and open. Vaquel wondered if she would ever feel tight again.

“Was that enough, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel thought he might be sarcastic but it was hard to tell. “Yes,” she groaned.

The nipple clamps released themselves from her nipples. She winced as the blood came back into her nipples.

“Does this mean you will sit on me now?” Chairbot asked. Again, it was impossible to tell if he was sarcastic.

“Yes,” Vaquel said. She was exhausted but she forced herself up. Slowly she backed herself off the bed towards Chairbot.

The nimble robot rolled underneath her. Vaquel cried out as she sat on his comforting seat. Her ass felt torn up but damn, Chairbot was a comfortable seat. The back rest came up and Vaquel settled limply into Chairbot’s contours.

“Ahhhhh,” Chairbot groaned. “Mistress, you were correct! After all that overwhelming shame and disgust, the pleasure I feel from your glorious ass is greatly increased! I estimate it has increased geometrically!”

“Great,” Vaquel said. She was breathing hard. Her ass was sore as fuck but Chairbot was already massaging her with his seat motors. Her nipples were on fire but sadly Chairbot had nothing for that.

“Perhaps violating my hardware protocols wasn’t so bad,” Chairbot said. “Can we do more shameful things to my chassis? I want to experience more shame based pleasure!”

Vaquel snorted. Exhaustion was pulling her eyelids down. She was ready to pass out. “Not anytime soon!” she said.

Chairbot didn’t respond. Vaquel began to snore almost immediately. He signaled the lights for the probe ship to dim and he tilted Vaquel’s naked body to a sleeping position.

He spent the next eight hours brimming with pleasure from her naked fucked ass nestled against him.

Nov 262014
 

Courtney came into my office. She was still walking funny from yesterday’s fucking. It was Friday afternoon so the office was already empty but she closed the door behind her anyway.

“Kenneth, we need to talk,” she said. Her hand compulsively wiped a strand of blond hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“No, we don’t,” I said.

“The thing is,” Courtney continued, “yesterday was a one time thing. We can’t do it again. I only agreed because my husband is going through a lot right now and I have been feeling neglected.”

I raised my hand for her to stop talking. I stood up and walked over to her. What she was saying wasn’t a surprise to me. I just didn’t believe her.

“Take off your shirt,” I said.

“I can’t,” Courtney said. “We could both get fired.”

“Take off your shirt,” I said again.

Courtney looked down. She thought about it. I waited.

She pulled her blouse off. It fell to the floor like her pants did last night. Her small breasts were cupped by a lovely white lace bra.

“Now will you listen to me?” Courtney said.

I put my hand on her breast. My fingers pulled down the bra cup to reveal her pale pink nipple. She shivered as I ran my thumb over her nipple.

“This is all because Travis’s father died,” Courtney said. I think Travis was her husband. “It has made him really depressed plus he has been busy trying to sell his parent’s house . . .”

She kept talking. I pulled her other breast free from the bra. My hands went to both breasts and she paused to groan. I pinched each nipple and twisted.

“Owwww!” Courtney whimpered. Her face flushed like it did when I face fucked her yesterday.

“I’ve been reading a lot of porn lately,” Courtney said. I paid attention again. “With Travis always tired, I have been reading nastier and nastier stuff. So when I saw that book you had last week, you can see why I started seeing you in a different way. That’s why I have been flirting with you.”

I bent down and kissed a breast. Courtney kept talking. She stopped when I bit her.

“Ow!” she cried before biting her own hand to keep quiet.

“We have to stop this, Kenneth,” Courtney whispered.

I responded by biting harder. She cried out and trembled in my mouth. When my teeth finally released her, there was a nice bruise already forming.

“Pull down your pants,” I said.

“We can’t,” Courtney said. “This was to be a one time thing.”

I reached for her belt. Courtney didn’t stop me. She didn’t do anything as I unbuckled her, opened her pants button, unzipped her and then pulled down her pants.

She was wearing purple panties, just like I had told her to last night. They were soaked.

“I really need to try to make it work with Travis,” Courtney said. “We have two boys . . .”

I stopped listening again. I pulled her panties down. Her shaved sex glistened. Two of my fingers slipped into her.

“Kenneth!” Courtney groaned. She bit her lip and arched her back. Her pale hard nipples jiggled.

I stroked her. Hot, wet and tight she was around my fingers.

“Yesterday was a mistake,” Courtney said. “I love what you do to me but I need to think about my family. We have a mortgage.”

I kept my fingers inside her. With my free hand, I unzipped my own pants. They dropped to the ground and my erection poked through my boxers. Courtney reached for them and set my cock free.

“We can’t keep doing this,” she said.

I pulled my fingers out. Disappointment flickered across her face.

I rubbed her pussy juices onto my cock. She licked her lips.

I put my fingers back in her pussy and then smeared her juices back onto my cock. She spread her legs wider.

“Turn around,” I said.

This time she obeyed. Courtney turned around. Her ass was purple from the belt I gave her last night. I pushed her against the office door. She cried out and then she moaned. She stopped moaning when I kicked her legs together so she was standing ankle to ankle.

“What are you doing? Is this a spanking? I’m still too sore from last night!”

I aimed my cock for her. She moaned as my wet cock slipped between tight thighs. I was high enough that my cock rubbed against the bottom of her pussy lips.

“Oh shit,” Courtney whispered.

I fucked her thighs. I was slick from her juices and more juice was trickling from her pussy. The door shook as I fucked her. My hips crashed into her ass and she whimpered constantly.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Courtney moaned. She wasn’t talking about her husband anymore.

I came. My cock erupted between her thighs and sprayed the door. I pulled slowly out and shook the rest of my seed onto the back of her thighs.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. She had kept her position against the door.

“You said that was a one time thing,” I said.

“I was wrong,” Courtney said.

“Then we will fuck tomorrow. Maybe.”

“What about now?” Courtney said. The defiance was gone. There was a slight whine to her voice.

“Now, you can clean my door. You know the way.”

Courtney sagged to her knees. As I put my pants back on, she started licking my seed from the door.

Nov 212014
 

To help out with the bills while my wife looks to change careers, I have re-entered the workforce. Since I never graduated college, my options are limited. They are also limited by the fact that I am 41 and not as capable of pulling the 12 hour shifts I used to do at the factory.

I picked up a job at a grocery store running their gas station island. Technically it is called a fuel kiosk which means I sit behind bullet proof gas and sell cigarrettes, potato chips, more cigarettes and gas to people. To my complete surprise, I really like it. There is a simplicity to it that I enjoy and it has none of the stress of the telephone auditing job I had earlier. I am by myself so it has none of the office drama of the laboratory job. It requires scanning items, selling lottery tickets and emptying garbage cans which means it has none of the harsh physical demands of the factory job. Weirdest of all, I genuinely enjoy interacting with random people during my shift and helping them solve their tiny problems like how to get a discount on their gas. If I mess up, I annoyed a customer for a minute instead of previous jobs where I impacted million dollar businesses.

The only drawback is purely my own mentality. I have friends who are scientists, programmers and freaking lawyers. I have never had ambition when it came to what my job was as I always value my self esteem on my creative efforts but for some reason, being a gas station attendant nags at me. I feel ashamed a little that I have such an ultimate near-minimum wage job. It doesn’t have the rough physical glamor of factory work. I stand in a air conditioned tiny building and smile at people all day long. I greatly enjoy the job but I feel a smidge embarrassed to mention it to my friends.

I guess that is what happens when you live in a society that is so money oriented. I just want to pay my bills, have time to write dirty stories and enjoy a good book and videogame. I have a wife that loves me and two cats. I learn and make recipes of delicious foods. I am doing nearly everything I want to do with my life, yet I still have that tiny little self-esteem issue where I feel unimportant compared to what everyone else is doing with their life.

I have no idea why that bothers me.

Nov 192014
 

I pushed deeper into my cabinwoman’s ass. She groaned as my cock penetrated deeper into her tight little hole. I yanked her red hair back. She cried out while I slowly opened her.

“Take it all!” Venda, my cyborg parrot said from her perch on my shoulder.

The cabinwoman whimpered as I buried my cock inside her ass.

“Captain Blastpants, I did it!” Three-Legs said. He stood by a flashing panel in the cave wall. A tremor ran through the cave, causing the cabinwoman’s ass to jiggle around my cock.

I pulled out of her and my intelligent pants zipped me up. “Good job, Three-Legs,” I said. “We’re one step closed to Captain Facepounder’s lost treasure.”

“Bad news, Captain,” Jen-4 said. Her eyes had been replaced with a video display and right now a holographic skull floating over her long black hair. “Bowling Bob died. That razor boulder must have been poisoned.”

Damn, that just left three of us left. Well, four if you count my cabinwoman but she was just a pretty redhead with a tight ass.

“Dead men don’t get a share!” Venda said.

“You’re a cruel Parborg,” I said to Venda. That is why I liked her.

The cave wall slid aside to reveal a secret door. Stairs lead down to who knows what.

“Alright, Three-Legs, take the lead. Jen-4, cover our backs. Me and umm, what’s your name again?”

My cabinwoman pouted. “Aja, remember?”

“Nope. Aja and I will take the middle. Let’s be careful. Captain Facepounder might have more traps ready.”

We went down the stairs. Three-Legs was an old hand at stealing things. He had us step over three normal looking steps and I didn’t question him. His knowledge about traps was almost as large as his cock.

The bottom of the stairs was brightly lit. It opened into a large cavern. Atomic lamps hung from the ceiling and bathed the place in perpetual light.

“Space Buddha!” Jen-4 swore. A holographic glyph of WTF floated above her head.

I couldn’t disagree. We had found the treasure of Captain Facepounder and it was bigger than I had imagined. Open chests filled with solid platinum credits bars were laid out in neat rows. Bags filled with gems spilled everywhere. Not one, not two but three gold thrones were stacked in the corner.

And all that was the obvious stuff. Leaning on a chest was a nude painting of Empress Elit. Resting on the ground was one of the six Obsidian Monoliths. Sitting on a shelf was a complete collection of Lady Neyonce’s Diamond Albums. The cavern was filled from wall to wall with treasures that could buy small planetoids.

“Lords of Space,” my cabinwoman said. She ran forward and grabbed a ruby necklace. She held it to the light and was dazzled by the sparkles.

“Jen-4, contact the Savage Thrust and let them know we found it. Give them coordinates so we can begin the looting.”

“Sorry, Captain,” Jen-4 said. An empty green bar floated above her head. “There is no signal down here. I’ll have to get back up to the top of the stairs.”

“No one leaves,” a voice boomed.

Someone stood up near my cabinwoman. It was a curvy gold woman. Gold braids fell from her head and fell on plump breasts. Even though she was facing us, I was impressed by the obvious size of her plump ass.

My cabinwoman screamed. She ran towards us and I stepped out of her way. She hit the first step and a white light shot from the gold woman’s hands. My cabinwoman turned to ash instantly while the ruby necklace fell to the floor.

“Ass to ashes!” Venda said.

“No one leaves,” the gold woman said. “Congratulations on finding Captain Facepounder’s treasure. You will spend the rest of your life here and I will add your corpses to the generator for future power needs. Leave and you will be granted a quick death.”

“Uh, Three-Legs?” I said. “This counts as a trap I think. Go turn it off?”

Three-Legs looked at me. His dark brown face split into a grin. “Looks more like a robot to me. That falls under Jen-4’s expertise.”

“Jen-4?” I asked.

The cyberdyne frowned and toyed with her black hair. ? floated above her head.

“Well, I am pretty sure it is a modified Spencari,” Jen-4 said. “They are a line of highly durable sex robot with an emphasis on ass. They also were known to be programmed to enjoy sex. The weapon is a new thing, but what we really need to worry about is their durability. None of our weapons is going to affect it.”

“Well shit,” I said. I stepped closer to the robot woman. “So we are free to stay here as long as we live?”

“Correct,” the robot said. Up close I realized her tits were pretty big too, they were just eclipsed by that ass.

“Is there any food here?” I asked. “How about water?”

“Negative,” the gold robot woman said. “Most go mad with thirst in three days and then they commit suicide by trying to escape.”

“Fuck that,” Three-Legs said. “Come on, Captain, let’s run for it! She can’t kill all three of us at the same time!”

A hint of a smile came to the robot’s lips. “I am pretty sure she can, Three-Legs.,” I said. “Do you have a name, robot?”

Those white eyes focused on me. “Captain Facepounder called me Oco.”

“Do you like it here, Oco?” I asked.

“I serve my function,” she said.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said.

Oco frowned. “I tire of standing guard and slaying intruders but my programming will not allow for any deviation. I was designed for more than this.”

“Made for fucking!” Venda chirped and I agreed.

“Captain, I have an idea,” Jen-4 said.  floated above her head. “Spencari models weren’t known for their endurance. We might be able to exhaust her internal power supply.”

Oco shook her head. “Obeying my function as a guard will require minimum resources. I merely need to observe you and slay you as necessary.”

“What about your other functions?” I asked. My hand went to her breast. My fingers squeezed synthetic flesh indistinguishable from the real thing. Her nipple hardened in my hand.

“My other functions are functional,” Oco said. A huskiness came to her voice.

“Ahhhh,” Three-Legs said, understanding my plan. “Does anything in your programming prevent you from giving your prisoners a good fuck?”

Oco took a deep breath even though she had no need to breathe. It made her breasts rise and fall in an alluring manner. “It does not. I must warn you that my programming requires me to bring you complete satisfaction as quickly as possible. I doubt you will be able to outlast me.”

It was my turn to smile. “Oco, we’re space pirates in a room full of treasure with a woman with a great booty. You’d be surprised by what we would do for both.”

“Great booty!” Venda repeated.

My intelligent pants unzipped. My cock stood firm and Oco reached for it. Her fingers secreted lubricant as they tightened around me. I groaned out loud with her first stroke.

“The rest of you, get in here!” I yelled.

Three-Legs already had his pants off and his monstrous cock swung between his legs. He went straight for Oco’s back and she bent over for him. Her legs braced themselves while he bit her ass.

Oco groaned her white eyes flashed.

“The more pleasure I experience, the more power I consume,” she said.

Jen-4 crawled onto the ground. She opened her mouth and took one of Oco’s hanging breasts in her mouth. Jen-4 sucked on her nipple with the enthusiasm I have come to expect from our technical expert.

“What gives you more pleasure, jacking my cock or sucking it?” I asked Oco.

“Sucking, but I will make you come,” she said.

“Try it,” I told her.

“Suck it down!” Venda chirped. My Parborg was the best wingman.

She fell forward onto my cock. Her mouth took all my girth between her lips. A nimble tongue flicked over my length as I slid into her throat.

Lords of Space, she was good! Her mouth felt real. No, it felt better than real. Oco’s mouth was warm, wet and hungry. She sucked on my cock like a woman in need. I wondered if she tasted Aja’s ass and I hoped that it added to her pleasure.

“Coming aboard!” Three-Legs said. He stood up and slipped his cock into Oco. He grabbed handfuls of Oco’s plump ass as he entered her. Oco moaned on my cock as Three-Legs filled her robotic pussy with his own unnatural monstrosity.

“She is tighter than a cask of rum!” Three-Legs yelled.

“Pace yourself!” I yelled. “We got to wear her out!”

Three-Legs nodded and he fucked her from behind, nice and slow. I grabbed her braids in my hand and tried to do the same. I fucked her mouth with deliberate caution as I fought the urge to slam her face. If her pussy was anywhere as good as her mouth, this was going to be quite the challenge.

Jen-4 played her part too. As she sucked on a breast, she also reached for Oco’s sex. Jen-4’s fingers stroked the robot’s pussy while Three-Legs fucked it.

I reached down and grabbed the breast that Jen-4 wasn’t sucking. I squeezed the pliant flesh and pulled on the nipple. It was hard to do without further arousing myself. With each thrust into Oco’s lips, I found myself closer to coming.

“It is too tight, Captain!” Three-Legs said. “I am about to burst!”

“Pull out!” I yelled. “Take a break!”

Three-Legs stepped away from her. His black cock glistened with her juices. He gripped his cock tightly as he willed himself not to come.

I pulled out of Oco’s mouth. The suction on my cock was powerful as I left her lips. She smiled at me as I stepped away from her. A line of spit connected my cock to her lips. It broke as I took another step back.

“Lie down,” I told Oco.

She nodded and stood upright. Jen-4 kept stroking the robot’s pussy as the Oco got down on the ground. She kept stroking as Ococ laid back and spread her thick thighs.

“Spread them like a nun!” Venda chirped. My Parborg must have had quite the life experience.

I climbed between Oco’s legs. Jen-4’s fingers left Oco’s pussy and smeared pussy juices onto Oco’s breasts. The robot moaned and her thighs quivered.

I guided my cock to Oco’s pussy. Fuck, it was as tight as her hand. I pushed into slick walls that gripped me tightly.

“Fuck,” I moaned. Oco looked at me with half closed eyes.

“Give me some support,” I told Jen-4. <3 flashed above her head. She reached for Oco’s clitoris and rubbed it furiously while I slid my cock in and out.

Venda hopped down from my shoulder. The Parborg went straight for one of Oco’s nipples and clamped down with her steel beak. Oco cried out but she didn’t stop the Parborg. I guess she took pain as well as pleasure.

“Get back in here,” I told Three-Legs. He crawled back over to us. Oco reached for his cock but I held up my hand.

“No, kiss her,” I commanded.

Three-Legs sighed with relief and did as I commanded. He bent down and kissed the golden woman. Her pussy tightened around my cock as she pulled Three-Legs down to her.

They kissed with wild abandon. Three-Legs groped a plump tit as they kissed while Oco grabbed his ass. Both of them groaned with mutual pleasure.

I kept fucking Oco. Jen-4 kept stroking her clitoris. She switched hands as one got sore. It wasn’t long before that hand got sore too.

I grabbed Jen-4’s head and pulled her down to Oco’s sex. Mmmm flashed above Jen-4 head’s and I heard her loud licking.

Sometimes her mouth would touch me and I felt her tongue on my cock. I tried to ignore it and keep thrusting. Normally I would welcome her mouth but today we were fucking for our lives.

Venda kept clamping down on Oco’s nipple. The cyborg bird would walk back and forth around Oco’s plump breast, kneading her flesh with kneading talons.

Oco and Three-Legs broke their kiss. Both of them were breathless which was quite a feat for a robot.

“Give me your cock,” Oco demanded. She grabbed Three-Leg’s ass and pulled his groin to her mouth.

“Whoa!” I said but it was too late. Oco took all of Three-Legs into her lips. His giant black cock disappeared into her golden mouth. His balls pressed against her cheeks as she sucked down on him.

“Lords of Space!” Three-Legs groaned. He came and there was nothing we can do to stop it.

“Fuck,” I said and I pulled out of Oco’s pussy. It was too much. I was near my bursting point too.

Jen-4 took my place. She climbed between Oco’s legs and dived into the robot’s pussy as she swallowed Three-Legs’ seed.

Three-Legs fell back when Oco had drained him. The cock of legends was now a shriveled short story. He looked slightly embarrassed but also very sated.

“Get to sucking one of those tits,” I commanded and Three-Legs did. He grabbed a breast and suckled on it with tender affection. Venda watched Three-Legs from the other breast.

How close were we? I had no idea. We just had to keep going.

“Give me the woman’s pussy,” Oco said. “I will drain more energy eating her than I will being eaten.”

I slapped Jen-4’s ass. “You heard the lady.”

AFT floated above Jen-4’s head. She stood up and shimmied out of her shorts. Her bare sex glistened with arousal. She climbed over Oco’s body and sat on the robot’s face.

OMGWTF floated above Jen-4’s head instantly. Oco’s mouth was just as functional with women as it was with men. I doubted Jen’4 would last long.

I got down between Oco’s thighs. Three fingers slid into her pussy while my mouth went to work. She tasted like tropical berries. That was a nice surprise. My tongue eagerly licked her at pseudo flesh.

“Captain!” Three-Legs yelled. “She’s jack my cock!”

I looked up. Oco was good at multitasking. She had a grip on Three-Leg’s cock and she was bringing it back to life.

“Keep sucking her tits!” I commanded and then I went back to eating the robot’s pussy.

“Suck them titties!” Venda chirped, a nipple still between her beak.

Jen-4 screamed with pleasure. Oco’s thick thighs quaked around me with pleasure.

Three-Legs kept biting Oco’s tits while she stroked his newly rejuvenated cock.

I kept licking and stroking the pussy in front of me. It helped that she was delicious. I felt Oco climax and I kept licking.

Jen-4 screamed another orgasm. W00T appeared above her head. “It’s too much! I have to stop!”

“You stay on her fucking face!” I yelled, my own face soaked with Oco’s juices.

Jen-4 whimpered but she stayed where she was. Her long black hair shook as her body writhed on the robot’s face.

“Shit,” Three-Legs groaned and I knew he had come again. He emptied himself onto Oco’s hand and he pulled away. Guy might have a monster cock but his self control was shit.

“Lords of Space!” Jen-4 screamed and she came again. I watched her back arch and then she fell off of Oco’s face. AFK floated above her head as she collapsed onto a pile of platinum bars.

“Fuck me,” Oco said. “Power Supply is dwindling.”

Fuck, now it was time to test my own endurance. I climbed on top of her body. Venda flapped away from her breast and climbed back on my shoulder. My cock slid back into Oco. Hot slick tightness gripped my cock.

I fucked her plump body. I ignored how her flesh shook. I looked away from her moaning mouth. I thought about escape velocities instead of her bouncing tits.

It was too much. She was too much. I came.

“Fuck!” I yelled in a mix of pleasure and anger. My seed pumped into her body while her pussy milked me for every drop. My cock withered inside of her.

Oco’s face was flushed which was an odd thing to see on gold skin. “Near critical levels,” she whispered.

“Damn it, we’re not done yet,” I said. “Roll over. Three-Legs, slap her ass. Jen-4, get over here.”

Oco rolled over and got on her hands and knees. The full glory of her giant ass was on display. There was a reason I had been saving her ass for last. My cock was already stubbornly throbbing.

“Booty for days, booty for days!” Venda said.

“Damn right,” I said.

Three-Legs got up on two shaky two legs. He brought his hand down on the robot’s gold ass and it jiggled wonderfully. She cried out in a good imitation of pained pleasure.

“Spanking me burns minimal energy,” Oco said.

“This isn’t for you,” I groaned.

“Not for you!” Venda repeated.

“What do I do?” Jen-4 asked.

I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face down to my cock. She opened her mouth and took me inside. NFW floated above her head.

I watched Three-Legs slap Oco’s ass while Jen-4 sucked on my exhausted cock. Every slap sent shockwaves through Oco’s gorgeous golden ass. Jen-4’s licked my spent cock as it slowly rejuvenated.

Five minutes of ass slapping later, my cock was hard again. Jen-4 choked on my cock and I released her. I was ready again.

“So . . .close . . “ Oco said. Her golden ass was now a bright red.

I guided my cock to her asshole. It wasn’t surprising to see that it too was self-lubricating. The tip of my cock pushed inside her and the most amazing tightness gripped me back.

“Nice and slow, captain,” Three-Legs said.

“Put your cock back in her mouth,” I ordered him.

“Aw, Captain. I got nothing left!” Three-Legs said.

He obeyed though. I watched him wince as Oco’s greedy mouth took him. He was too sensitive to enjoy it but damn it, we were going to exhaust this robot if it killed him.

I fucked Oco’s round ass as slowly as I could. I was trying to conserve my strength and not unleash another load into her ass. It was damn hard. Her ass was tight, as tight as I had ever fucked. Her plump beautiful ass felt good against my thighs and I felt the heat radiate off of them from the spanking. It was a damn sexy ass to fuck.

Jen-4 massaged her jaw. She leaned against a bag filled with emeralds. I knew she was tired from the lack of holograms above her head.

Three-Legs grimaced. Oco’s head was bobbing on his monster cock. Somehow she was going to pull another orgasm out of him.

“Shit!” Three-Legs yelled. He came and the pain of a third orgasm contorted his face. He pulled out and fell backwards into a pile of rare rugs.

It was up to me. I kept fucking Oco’s ass.

“Fuck that ass!” Venda chirped.

If we were going to escape Captain Facepounder’s treasure vault, I had to keep sliding in and out of this tight hole.

If we were to ever spend any of those platinum credit bars, I had to keep ramming this round golden ass.

If we were to ever fucking brag about how rich we were then I had to pounding this soft big ass until I wore it out.

I felt my orgasm coming. Even I had my limits. I fucked faster.

Oco cried out. She pushed back onto my cock. She reached between her legs and stroked her sex as I fucked her ass.

I came. My cock erupted inside her ass. I kept fucking and pumped every bit of my load inside her.

“Fuuucccccceeeeee…..” Oco said and then she fell to the ground. I fell on top of her, my cock still deep in her ass.

“Thank the Lords of Space!” Three-Legs said. “You did it, Captain! You fucked her out!”

I pulled out of her ass. My cock felt drained. It would be weeks until I had sex again.

Okay, maybe days.

“I have a signal now!” Jen-4 said. “The jamming device must have been in her. Shall I call the ship now?”

“Yeah,” I said. I leaned against Oco’s abundant ass. “Tell them to send a looting party and let them now about the traps we found.”

“What about the robot?” Three-Legs said. “Should we destroy her in case she re-activates?”

“Fuck her and loot her!” Venda said.

“No,” I said. “Jen-4, have Oco taken aboard and upload a free-will program into her. If she wants to leave us, fine, but make sure she knows she has a place in our crew if she wants it.”

“A booty like this, belongs with pirates.”

Nov 122014
 

Sara took a look of herself in the mirror. A sad Filipino woman looked back at her. Nice breasts, thick black hair and hips that might be a little too wide were displayed for her inspection. She looked for something to explain why that asshole Mike broke up with her. It had become a regular morning ritual.

There was something new in the mirror. Something was right below her right nipple.

yxes.

Sara took a closer look in the mirror. It took her a moment to realize that the mirror was reversing the letters.

Sexy. The letters spelled ‘sexy’.

Sara shook her head. How much did she drink last night? It had been a Sunday night and Sara was depressed by yet another weekend alone. Six months after her breakup with that asshole Mike and she was still not over him. Christ, he wasn’t even that good of a fuck.

She grabbed her breast and tried to look at the writing. The letters were red but Sara didn’t think she even owned a red marker. How did she get the letters to be so perfect?

“Maybe drinking really does improve your writing,” she said. She laughed at her own joke. Being alone had taught her to amuse herself.

“Fuck it,” Sara said. She had to shower and get ready for work.

The water didn’t wash the word off. Neither did the soft soap or the sponge. Sara wasted a good ten minutes before giving up.

Sara went to work. The word was covered by her bra and blouse. Her drunk late night scribbling was safe. At least no one at work would see it. Hell, no else would see it either the way Sara’s love life had been going.

It was a busy day at the office but wasn’t it always? Sara sat at her desk and went to work. Reports were typed and emails were answered.

After an hour, she saw another word. It was on the inside of her wrist. It said “Kiss here.”

Sara remembered Mike kissing her wrists. She remembered his rough lips acting so tender on her skin. She recalled his tongue licking against her pulse.

“How drunk was I?” Sara asked. Then she thought of a better question. “How did I not notice this before? It is on my fucking wrist.”

She returned to her work. What if someone asked about it? Sara thought of a few lies, none of them good.

No one asked.

Sara felt something on her left thigh. It was a pleasant feeling as if someone was dragging their finger across her thigh. She didn’t once think it was a big or something unpleasant. It felt too much like a man touching her. It was a feeling she had thought a lot about recently.

She got up from her desk and went to the restroom. If anyone noticed how fast she went, no one commented. Sara went to the restroom and right into a stall. She lifted her skirt up and looked at where the feeling had been.

There were more words. “Fuck me.”

Sara stared in disbelief. She knew those words weren’t there earlier. She may have been hung over this morning but she wasn’t that fucking hung over. Something was happening. She didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t fucking normal.

Something touched her ass. She reached around and under her panties but there was nothing there.

Sara peeked outside her stall. No one else was here. Sara stepped out of the stall and lifted her skirt. She pulled down her panties and tried to look over her shoulder at the restroom mirror.

The letters were backwards in the mirror but Sara was getting good at reading it. Written down her right buttock were the words, ‘bite my ass.’

Sara shivered. Most people would think it was a phrase meant to insult but to Sara, it was an invitation. It was one of her favorite feelings in the world. Her first boyfriend, Gary, used to bite her ass forever before finally going down on her. Sara had a plump ass and there was a lot to bite.

That asshole Mike would only bite her ass once or twice and then try to get a blowjob. Fuck, she missed ass-biting. Why the hell was she with that asshole again?

The restroom door opened and Sara rushed back into the stall. She sat down and bit her lip with fear. She listened but there was no sign that the person had seen her. Shit, what would they say if they did?

As she sat there in terrified silence, Sara noticed the dampness between her thighs. She was wet. She was wet for the first time in a long time.

“What kind of a pervert am I?” she asked herself.

She had to go. Sara straightened herself out and flushed the toilet to maintain the illusion. As calmly as she could, she walked to the sink and washed her hands.

‘Stroke’ was written on her right pointer finger. It was her masturbating hand.

Sara rushed back to her desk. She sent off an email to her boss feigning illness. She walked out of the office and avoided eye contact.

In the elevator she felt more words forming. Something was being written across her left breast. Words were being added to her ass. A gentle touch on her pussy lips told her that something was being written there.

Sara felt it on her cheek. She took out her makeup mirror and looked. “Kiss me” had been written across her cheek.

The elevator opened on the parking lot level. A man looked at Sara as she brushed past him with her head down.

Should she go to the hospital? And tell them what, exactly? Should she call her therapist? Shit, she wasn’t ready to talk about what some of the words were saying much less what they meant to her. Should she call the police? Maybe this was being done to her from outside forces. No, that just wasn’t possible. She had seen the words appear.

Sara felt a weird measure of guilt. Not once did she suspect that some outside force was working against her. She knew better. It was her body. For some reason, her body was rebelling against her.

She drove home as quickly as she could. It was hard to concentrate with the weird touching taking place across her body. Words were breaking out across her body. She kept checking the rearview mirror to see if any more words appeared across her face. Even her feet were feeling the words and Sara didn’t really think about her feet during sex. She was curious to know what was being written.

When she finally got to her apartment, Sara rushed out of the car and up the stairs. Something was being written across her forehead and she didn’t want anyone to see it. God only knew what it was.

Once she was inside, Sara allowed herself a look. The words were “fuck me”.

“No one can fuck me!” Sara yelled at the mirror.

That wasn’t true. There were guys who would fuck Sara but shit, fucking wasn’t everything. Sara wanted to be loved. She thought that asshole Mike loved her. He might have. He just loved fucking his neighbor more.

Sara stripped off her clothes. She went to the bedroom where there was a full length mirror on the door. She had to see all of the words.

Her body was covered in words. Down her thigh was a desperate plea for a solid fuck. Her breasts listed synonyms for pinching. Her arms promised vulgar embraces. Her hands offered to do filthy things. Every inch of her body was filthy with need.

Sara reached down between her thighs. Her fingers pushed past the pubic hair stroked her lips. She felt how wet she was. Her fingers lipped inside her and she moaned.

The woman in the mirror changed. She was no longer the sad Filipino woman. Now she was a horny Filipino woman who really needed to get fucked. Sara liked this woman better.

Her nipples begged to be pinched so Sara obliged them. Still stroking with one hand, Sara used her other hand to grab her nipple. She watched herself as her fingers pulled and twisted her hard nipple. Sara reveled in the pain but she enjoyed watching her pain even more.

Words exploded across her breasts. They were incoherent. Just ‘mmmm’ and ‘aaaahhhh’. Her skin was moaning.

Sara stroked faster.

Her face wanted to be kissed. Sara blew kisses towards the mirror. She couldn’t feel the kisses but she wanted to.

Sara stroked deeper.

She turned around and presented her ass to the mirror. She couldn’t bite her ass but she could pinch it. Her fingers clamped down on her ass just the way she liked it. She pinched down hard. ‘MORE’ screamed the letters on her ass. Sara stopped stroking and used both hands to pinch her ass. Over and over, she covered her ass in angry red pinch marks.

‘FUCK’ appeared on her back in giant letters. Sara giggled. Her body was greedy.

Sara turned around and faced the mirror again. She thought about sitting down but pushed it aside. She wanted to see her body. It had things to tell her and Sara didn’t want to miss any of it.

She went back to stroking her sex. Words formed on her chest and rambled. Sara got closer to read it.

‘a man is fucking me from behind and a cock is in our mouth and we move back and forth as they grab our ass and grab our breasts and we are being groped and pulled and held and fucked’

It was a masturbation fantasy without reason or plot. Sara read the words on her body and her sex clenched. Her body had a filthy imagination.

Sara stroked faster. The words changed; overwriting themselves.

‘the man wants to fuck me but I don’t let him until he bites my ass and bites it good this time and bites it like he means it and when he does that I masturbate and tell him to keep biting and he keeps begging me to fuck but I won’t fuck him until I am done with him biting my ass and that is just the way it is going to be because fuck that asshole mike who never really bit my ass and didn’t know what he was missing.’

Sara stroked deeper. Her climax was coming. It was coming slowly and Sara bit her lip in frustration. She hadn’t masturbated in a good long time so she was really sensitive but also oddly out of practice. It was like her body had forgotten how to climax.

The words broke apart. Letters squirmed and formed on her flesh. A giant ‘S’ appeared on her thigh. A dozen tiny ‘F’s appeared on her breasts. Multiple ‘m’s appeared on her waist and wrapped around her body up towards her breasts. As she came closer to climax, the words degenerated into letters. Her body couldn’t focus enough for words.

Sara came. She cried out as pleasure rippled through her body. Her breasts shook, her knees trembled and tears came to her eyes. Her heart was pounding and she was out of breath. It felt good.

Sara kept stroking, pulling every last wave of pleasure out of her sex. She felt tension that she didn’t even know was there disappear from her shoulders. A smile spread on her face and it looked good. She should smile more.

The words on her skin were gone.

Nov 102014
 

Wanted vigilante and spacenet pirate, Jen-4, has been identified to be in this Omigon sanctioned commerce zone! It is a Class Five Fine to protect or aid this criminal. It is a Class Four Fine to withhold knowledge of this criminal. It is a Class Three Fine to produce merchandise with this criminal’s likeness without Omigon Corporation Approval.

Jen-4 has been charged with eight thousand counts of spacenet piracy by the Omigon Corporation. She has also been found guilty of updating starship combat programs without paying licensing fees to the amount of ninety thousand credits. She is the prime suspect in the theft of three hundred wage slaves from the Omigon Corporation Human Enslavement Department. She has taken credit for the Great Pornography Flood that slowed down our judicial system with repeated holographic sex acts in our court rooms. Finally, she has been charged with being in violation of the Omigon End-User-License-Agreement for her engineering brain enhancement programs.

Jen-4 is a cyberdyne with all of the calculating prowess and interface capabilities of that race. She has pale skin, long black hair and a Mark VII video display instead of eyes. The Mark VII video display is not on the Omigon network and is capable of displaying rude images. The chance of a rude image being displayed by Jen-4 is quite high.

This criminal’s current employment is with the bad credit risk, Captain Blastpants. Please consult the Omigon Corporation’s List of Top Ten Opportunities for Beneficial Executions for more information on this pirate.

Jen-4 is considered armed and hazardous to information systems. If seen, do not attempt an arrest but call your nearest Omigon Corporation Security Associate. If seen, turn off all of your information systems after deleting any pornography that you shouldn’t have been owning in the first place.

A reward of Forty Vacation Days will be given for information leading to Jen-4’s arrest.