The 05/06/2022
Mathilde quietly finishes her breakfast, reads the headlines of the press and remains dreamy for a moment in front of the dance of the snowflakes which end up melting on the window. She gets up and turns to Aspen.
Follow me to the bedroom.
He runs.
She releases her wet hair causing the towel to fall, unfastens her bathrobe, which she drops to the floor and turns naked towards him.
I would like the 605.
Aspen begins the program by activating a projection on the bedroom wall: an erotic scene between an imaginary Lilith and the remnants of the red clay from which she would have come. The material comes alive and tentacularly tickles all of the woman’s erogenous zones: an oblong shape caresses her lips and searches her mouth. Another penetrates her pussy and ass while pinching her clitoris. Others grab or whip her buttocks, tickle the soles of her feet, stroke her hair. His whole body is strained. The rhythm of the material alternates between certain arms with rapid and sometimes violent gestures, and others on the contrary are irritatingly slow. The whole thing makes you dizzy. The alchemy between the body and the clay makes it impossible to know if it is more like masturbation than an SM sequence orchestrated by animated matter. She already feels her breasts pointing, her wet pussy.
Aspen hands her a tube of lube, which she slathers on her vulva and the first few inches of her vagina. He then presents her with the 34B vibrator, which slips on like latex panties, with a suction part inside that sucks the clitoris, and a penetrating vibrator whose shape adapts to the pussy and stimulates the point in particular. G. The two elements have independent programming speeds. Two soft black rubber tubes go up on the breasts, to suck the nipples like a thirsty baby. It then launches the voice program that accompanies this menu:
” You’re a little slut, a female dog who always wants more and never has enough. Look at my big cock that will fuck you, etc. “
Her eyes glued to the screen, her body stimulated with near-surgical precision, she knows she’s going to cum in two to three minutes tops and tries to get carried away with material thoughts to slow her orgasm rather than concentrating. on the sensations in her pussy and come to the climax.
But the first orgasm arrives.
Aspen knows that he always needs three, that you can keep the same vibrator, but that it takes a second, then a third film extract to give him his once almost daily quota of orgasms, but which has become more sporadic with time.
For the second extract, he found an ancient nugget, a VR film with a subjective camera, where the body of someone else frantically fornicates with humans. It’s not so much his shit, but it’s fun. It takes a few more minutes to come, however the intensity of the orgasm has risen to a level, as expected.
Aspen crafted the third film himself. He knows how much Mathilde needs a little more to reach her final stage, the one where she is still hesitating between slipping away in front of a jolt that will be too strong, or agreeing to let her whole body tremble with pleasure. This home movie was made from notes found in an old diary that dates back to a time when she and her lover were at odds. She had dreamed of a threesome with her lover and a woman she had carefully selected from an online storefront: she had chosen a person in her thirties, with pear-shaped breasts, luscious, and few tattoos. In a dream, She had offered him this woman, in a hotel room, and had sat down on the edge of the bed to see what he was doing with her.
He stopped at the remark about her initial confusion, when she looked at the meeting of these two bodies with a certain embarrassment, a feeling of exclusion that had not lasted. He felt that this sensation would be conducive to creating tension in the reconstruction of the scene. The narration, the gripping sensations and the realistic and obscene synthetic images stick to the taste of her boss. We see her distraught, seated behind the couple who stand uncovering, embracing, igniting. She does not know whether to caress with her tongue the furrow of her partner’s buttocks which present themselves to her, becoming an invisible presence, or whether she will be able to get excited by discovering the appetite he manifest towards the woman hired for the occasion. It could be like masturbating to porn, but for real. The scene is disturbingly realistic and indeed, she feels again this confusion which had made her hesitate and which now excites her intensely. She does not try to resist the flow which will contort her feet until she has a painful cramp, giving her the feeling of shortness of breath and tearing her groans with slightly ugly sounds.
Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
Her whole body relaxes, the features of her face are smoothed, her cheeks are rosy, she sketches a half-smile.
Aspen turns off the machine. The window becomes translucent again, the insults cease, the purring of the machines also and the cessation of the various suctions releases the latex. She twists to remove the panties that have become even more sticky with the lube and hands them to Aspen, who goes to the bathroom to clean them with a sudsy soap. Rubbing each concave or convex piece meticulously, then drying them with a hot towel before coating the entire inside of the panties, one could think of a somewhat perverse form of fetishism with regard to the tools of enjoyment of one’s boss.
But he cannot indulge in feelings, Mathilde has ensured that the artificial intelligence of her robot is limited to performance capabilities. For feelings, she sticks to the disconcerting capacities of men, disconcerted by the shifting place they now occupy with women.
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