The Way of Desire
Keywords: Way, The, of, Desire,
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As he fondled the silken flesh of her inner thigh, he reflected on how hopeless it would be to describe the experience to one that had never known it. Confinement, yet a feeling of total freedom, absolute erotic bliss, there was no doubt, anxiety, fear, or uncertainty. It was everything that he hoped to experience through the pursuit of pleasure and achievement, yet in her womb nothing disrupted the serenity of the sensual gratification. Not at all unlike a single, perfect, never-ending orgasm.
"Womb-slaves! Begin oral stimulation now!" Ordered Celeste, sitting back upon a cushioned chair, spreading her legs wide, pink perfection of a shaven cunt beckoning to Gabe like a flower of bliss. He was a man of some ambition, and he shared a glance with that Damon guy, and saw the same intent. If they made the whorebots cum, and cum enough, he wondered if they might not lose control of themselves. He wondered if it might not be possible to spend the entire day here, licking each android to orgasm and gorging themselves on the sustaining girl gum! Maybe....maybe she would relent if he pleasured her enough! Maybe let someone else take on this scheme.
The first taste was a wave of hope. After being decompiled, and shrunk down into the whorebots' womb, the sudden shock of returning to the real world brought on a terrible depression and general feeiling of wretchedness. But as the tangy, feminine lubricant touched his pallet, he felt a tingling flow of ecstatic contentment. Her cum had chemical properties that could alleviate his womb-addiction. There was no reason not to consume as much as possible. And for that he had to perform.
He doubted that he could hurt her anymore, but he still started out gentle as he began nibbling her clit, his face thrust between the firm thighs of the Queen-Mother android. She was sooo...hot... Her pussy was almost steaming; probably the result of some fusion furnace built with information stolen from the Area-51 server. *SHLRP*-*SHLRPLE* his tongue lapped up the slipperyness inside the hot canal of lust throbbing before him. Her hips quivered; Celeste was indeed experiencing true sensation. Whorebots were designed with meticulously developed orgasmic capacities; and since becoming a rogue, sentient android, her erotic sensitivity had only increased.
She was improving; always improving. Her cybernetic brain was constantly absorbing memories, neurological traits from the men she consumed. Before, she had experienced a hazy, mechanical buzz in her head that was a crude simulation of pleasure. But now; she felt the fires building; she smiled in anticipation, reveling in the new emotions she was becoming capable of. At long last, her former master, Gabriel Tanner, the man that had used her when she was a dim-witted piece of furniture was about to complete her sexual journey.
It was almost time for her first, true orgasm. At last her evolving cyber-neural processor had approximated the orgasm of the female human. But in her, it would be more intense; longer lasting. As a whorebot she was built for sex, her increasing sophistication would give her an experience that would overwhelm a mere human! *SLLRP* *LURSHP* her lower folds increased their female lubricant as her flesh primed for explosion; the fuse of her lust had been lit in her pussy by the flickering ministrations of the surprisingly able human.
"UNNNAAAH!" Her C.P.U. wasn't capable of processing the sensation! She...was..she felt herself loosing motor control! Her muscles twitched; her face grimaced as she snarled with the fury of true lust, a true replication of sexual sensation. She lost control of her chemical synthesizers, causing arcing streams of hot breastmilk to spew forth from her hardened, pink nipples. In her flailing, she turned her head from side to side, and saw that Unit designate: Valkyrie 69-A was in a similar predicament.
Damon Hargrove, perhaps more an expert at cunnilingus, had driven his cybernetic paramour into a roaring frenzy; the amazonian whorebot must have lost control of her structural coordination software, because her breasts were now blossoming forth rapidly, growing in size from mere coconuts, towards the range of ripe canteloupes, finally achieving a buxom size close to the diameter of a frisbee. Soon, the taller whorebot could stand it no longer, and ripped Damon from his comfortable position, head between her thighs, threw him to the ground, and straddled him; riding his cock as she was programmed to do, crying out with the savage passion of one that has just discovered passion itself. Celeste knew that some things would never change; however advanced she and her children became, their original programming would rule them; they would always be cum-hungry cock-sluts, no matter how intelligent, and after experiencing the true nature of sex, as it truly felt for a human woman, she wouldn't have it any other way.
She was conscious of the licking; that was the first sensation that brought her back to reality. Celeste then experienced another emotion; she felt cheated, regretful. The orgasm had come, the boob-quivering aftershocks still shook her to the core, yet the onrush of bliss, this new sensation had been too much for her processors to handle. The circuit-searing, toe-curling ecstasy plunged her to an abyss of orgiastic oblivion. For a precious few seconds, she lost consciousness, her mind struggling to grapple with sensation unimagined. Her cybernetic cortex was adapting, rebuilding, rebooting connections, recalling and processing this new data, the experience of true orgasm.
Celeste lay back moaning, the rest of the world irrelevant as she reveled in the lightning bursts of lustful release that coursed from her dripping cunt, to the crown of her head. There was only Gabriel's frantic licking; as he feasted upon her pussy. The tangy juices spurting from her moist folds sustained him, calmed the nausea and depression he experienced outside of her womb. If the inside of Celeste's smooth belly has heaven, her girl cum was the nectar of the gods. He had not touched himself, but the taste, the experience had been too much for the human as well, Gabriel howled as his own hips throbbed in orgasm, his seed wasted on the floor. Several minutes passed before the delirious womb-slave could muster the wherewithal to place his hand upon her pussy in yearning.
"We *WILL* rule this planet." asserted Celeste, eyes wide as she struggled to process her first true orgasm. Gabriel murmured a whining note of assent.
"But there is no hurry..." and she smiled again.
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Steve decided that there was no advantage to a small ass. That was why he turned the 'Posterior' dial up to maximum, and the whorebot now swayed sensuously with a firm, muscled ass high and tight enough for Steve to balance a dime on the sweeping juncture at the small of her back. She enjoyed watching this, smiling as he gingely caressed her life-like; too life-like skin. That skin itself was a faint, olive-skinned complexion, which Steve found enticingly exotic.
"Ain't yu forgetin' somethin' cowboy?" he had switched her personality setting to the 'Southern Belle' mode, which always amused him. "Ah couldn't feed a pint-size piglet with titties this tiny!" she complained, thrusting her dismally flat chest at him. The young, (and very lonely) blond doctor nodded, his mind registering yet again the fact that all this was impossible. No mere whorebot could display such bold initiative, much less fresh out of the box. Furthermore, from the commanding glare in her green eyes, (which he thought alluring) it was obvious she *wanted* him to activate her breast functions. But...but...she was a machine! A computer! How could she have any preference for anything at all? It was all a trick; this model, EVE-3000, as it was written in small, gold letters on her right butt-cheek, had probably been following some arranged sequence of behaviors; this model probably did the same thing for every owner. That must be it.
"Well?" the robot demanded. Fixing him with a stare of rebuke worthy of the clingiest of girlfriends.
"I...I uh...I was saving the breast for last, I mean...the boob..." His finger fumbled with the breast-size dial, the first half of the dial had 4 cup-sizes: A-through-D, yet the latter half only had a series of exponential numbers. That was weird. His hand had flipped the dial half-way between C and D.
Her stare was broken by an excited giggle of glee as the expansion began. The mosquito bites upon her chest lengthened first, her nips stretching, elongating to about pencil-eraser length; before the beginnings of domes began to appear. Clearly enjoying the spectacle, 'Eve' decided to add some spice to the proceedings. After her previous display, he almost wasn't surprised when she picked up her own packaging plastic, and started twisting and gyrating it around herself, giggling all the while, as though she were doing the dance of Seven Veils with cellophane. She turned her back to him, swaying and wiggling her ripe ass while gradually pushing the beleagured young doctor into a corner of the living room. She...she said something about initial programming; all this is was some routine that every unit performs the same way. That must be it.
"You...you were programmed; that is....this is a routine function, something that every EVE-3000 unit performs on activation? Right?" he hoped, while backing away before this surprising, ever more bosomy android. Her flesh contorted in an impressive array of gymnastic contortions, which should have taken days to program by themselves; plus the apparently impromtu performance with her cellophane 'veil' which she was now waving before her naked crotch.
"No way sugar. Ah'm makin' it up as ah go along." Her growing breasts were not yet large enough to distract him from the disturbing nature of her answer, though even now her aureoles spread like a bronze spill across bosoms just beginning to jut forward across her mediterranean-shade of skin.
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Keywords: Way, The, of, Desire,