Page 15 of The Genius
“With your…” She trailed off.
“I fill you with my large what?” I pushed in deep and watched her eyebrows draw together.
“With your erection.”
“Cock, babe, I want you to say cock.”
“Okay…” She stopped talking when I picked up the pace and her moans grew deeper, her hands on my shoulders gripping firmer.
“Yes, yes,” she breathed into my ear and this time her tone was anything but flat.
My balls tightened and I had to pull out to prevent myself from coming. Supporting my weight on my forearms, I kept close to her and whispered into her ears. “I wish this was real.”
Her nails bore into my shoulders.
“I really wish that you were mine and that I’d won you in a tournament.”
She didn’t answer me, but then, how could she? Natura was a robot designed to satisfy men’s sexual fantasies of a woman. She had no clue about the outside world and was only an imitation of my deepest desire.
I’d never taken a sex-bot missionary style, and I thought about turning her around and trying other positions. Yet, something kept me between her legs, face to face with her. Sex with Natura was somehow different and more intimate than with any of the other robots I’d been with. She felt so incredibly realistic to me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, and caressed my face.
I leaned in and kissed her deep, pouring all the longing for closeness and love that I felt in my heart into that kiss. Someday, I hoped to find the real thing and experience making love to my wife like this.
Natura responded with the same burning passion, and I had to catch my breath after our kiss.
“You’re learning fast,” I noted and smiled at her.
“Thank you.”
“You sure you don’t know how much pricier you’d be than the other models? I sure hope I can afford it.”
Natura smiled back at me. “Management will be pleased to hear that you’re satisfied.”
“Not quite yet.” I began moving again. Sliding in and out of her without a problem now. “First I’ll come inside you.”
Her eyes widened. “How about you come on my belly instead?”
“No, I want to come inside you.”
“It’s better if you come on my belly or breasts.”
I kept rotating my hips, and pressed deeper, my right elbow supporting my weight while my left hand played with her tits. “How cute that you argue with me. What a clever way of making it seem authentic.”
“I’m not trying to argue with you.” Her low moans grew in volume. “I just really want to… ehm… see what it looks like when you come.”
“Too bad, sweetie. This ismyfantasy and I’m filling you up with my babies.”
“I’m a sex-bot, you can’t impregnate me, so why not come on…”
“Shhh…”
She didn’t protest when I fucked her harder.
“Wrap your legs around my hips as if you want to hold on to me.”
Natura complied and I imagined this was my wedding night and my wife was giving herself to me.
