LoveMachine by Electra Shepherd

either.
    They were going to enjoy finding everything out.
    “Incredible,” said Blue. “Thank you.”
    Cally let her tongue travel from his testicles to the base
of his cock. Slowly, she licked around it where it joined his body, feeling the
contrast of textures, the way the length of him bobbed against the side of her
face.
    “You’re so polite,” she said, wetting a finger in her mouth
and letting it trail up and down the base of his dick, only an inch or so. Up
and down, teasing. “You can order me around, Blue. You can tell me exactly what
you want me to do. I want to know. It turns me on.”
    “I’m not sure what I want. This is an entirely new
experience.”
    “Do you like this?” She put her hand loosely around his
girth, still at the base of his penis, so his length jutted out from her fist.
    “Yes, I like that.”
    “Do you want me to squeeze your dick, Blue?”
    “Yes. Squeeze it.”
    She did, cradling his balls in her other hand. He groaned.
    “Do you want me to stroke it?”
    “Please.”
    “Don’t say please, Blue. Tell me.”
    “Stroke me, Cally. Use both of your hands. I want to feel
you touching me.”
    There. That was sexy. Cally did as Blue told her, first
putting her palms on either side of Blue’s cock and stroking slowly upward.
When she reached the top, she wrapped both her hands around the end and gently
squeezed. As Blue groaned again, she closed her hands, one over the other, on
his dick and stroked back down.
    “More,” Blue rasped.
    She did it again, this time slightly faster, increasing the
friction. And again. He felt alive and hot and he thrust his hips out toward
her and Cally smiled, because she knew she had him. She knew all his power and
his intelligence, all the amazing thought and technology that had gone into
building him, was in her hands right now.
    “I want you to suck my penis,” he said to her and his voice
had deepened to nearly a growl. “I want to know how it feels to be inside your
body.”
    His words, the length of him, sent a bolt of lust straight
through her. She throbbed as if he’d touched her clit with his fingers.
    And her mouth watered. She wanted nothing more than to suck
him.
    Cally didn’t bother with gentleness anymore. She was too
hot, too eager to taste him. She opened her mouth and guided the end of his
dick into it.
    He was so warm and smooth and as the head of his cock
touched her tongue, Blue bucked his hips with pleasure, sending his dick deeper
in. The head bumped against the roof of her mouth and Cally wrapped her lips
and tongue around it and sucked.
    Blue’s moan was loud and vibrated through her. His fingers
tightened in her hair and now he was pulling her closer, pushing himself into her.
Cally welcomed him. He was far too long for her to be able to get all of him
down her throat but she kept her hands wrapped around the bottom of his penis
and squeezed rhythmically as she sucked at him, hard.
    He didn’t taste like a man would. There was no musk or aroma
of sweat or semen, no hairs to tickle her nose or tongue. But he had that
clean, almost minerally taste of his own, the same as the taste of the tender
places of his skin, with a faint crackle to it, which she could only assume was
electricity. And he felt so beautifully smooth and flawless. Like a machine and
unlike one.
    A mere machine wouldn’t be holding on to her so hard,
thrusting himself into her and muttering, “Yes. Yes, Cally. That is perfect.”
He wouldn’t groan when she reached around to grab one of his perfect buttocks
and feel it tighten as he moved.
    A mere machine wouldn’t suddenly pull his cock from her
mouth, reach down and lift her off her knees, then entirely off her feet. It
wouldn’t hold her up with one hand while wrapping her legs around his waist
with the other and then, while she instinctively gripped him around the neck
with her arms, grab her ass and bring her down, with one simple, ruthless
movement, onto its cock.
    Cally shouted as Blue