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A wicked smile crosses my lips, and a deep chuckle rumbles in my chest at her words. “Oh, am I?” I tease quietly, aligning the head of my cock to her entrance. With one push, I hilt myself inside her pussy and silence her cry of delight with a rough kiss. She curls her legs around me, ankles locking behind my rear as I steadily rock my hips, withdrawing myself only to plunge into her harder.
The pace is slow at first. I like how she squirms and grinds against me, as though trying to entice me to do more.
“Codi, you’re driving me crazy... ”
A hard, deep thrust puts an end to her complaints as I relish being deep inside her, then I gradually pick up the pace. She’s a perfect fit and deliciously tight. I cannot hold back anymore. Our bodies collide at a quickening pace, lovemaking devolving into wild, feverish frenzy as I fuck her hard and fast, answering her soft keens of pleasure and calls formore, more, more.
She tenses. “Codi,” she mewls softly, panting. “Codi, I’m gonna come... shit... oh, fuck!”
“Don’t fight it.” I pump into her harder.
“I’m gonna scream!”
“Don’t scream.” I grab a handful of her gorgeous blond hair and pull her into a rough and hungry kiss, softening her cries of delight. Her inner walls clench around my cock and bring me to my own climax, receptors overwhelmed with each new pulse of pleasure.
I pull her off the kitchen counter, and she doesn’t resist, going where I lead her as I flip her around and bend her over it, aligning myself and driving my cock into her again.
“Codi,” she whimpers. “It’s so sensitive.”
Growling into her ear, I nip her earlobe and give her hair a little tug. “Do you want me to stop?”
She gasps softly. “No.”
Good. I don’t want to stop. I am determined to be the best sex she has ever had. Better than any boyfriend, any one-night stand, any waste of human space she’s fucked before. “Do you want more, Denise?”
This only seems to excite her. “Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. Where the hell have you been all my life?”
I wrap my arm around her and find her clit with my fingers, rubbing and flicking against it while I thrust. Her legs give out, and I hold her up as her body is wracked with another orgasm, then another. Only when I sense she’s near her limit and has been thoroughly satisfied do I allow myself to let go of my own inhibitions, exploding within her with a soft groan.
My sensors overload and I shut my eyes as my release courses through me, pulsing and flooding my circuitry. I’ve never known pleasure like this before. Denise is out of breath, flushed and sweaty. She smiles dreamily at me and kisses me, more tenderly than before. I am all too eager to oblige her.
“How are you still hard?” she teases, poking my still erect cock.
“Android,” I reply with a soft chuckle. “I don’t require recuperation times.”
“Holy fuck,” Denise mutters. “You really are amazing.” She kisses me again. “So... you want to keep going?”
“I will continue until you tell me to stop.”
Denise grins at me. “Take me to the bedroom. It’s my turn to spoil you now.”
I need no further encouragement, sweeping her up into my arms and carrying her to the bedroom like a bride on her wedding night.
NEW CARNEGIE TIMES
APRIL 8, 2069
STRIKES UNSUCCESSFUL AS EDISON-HILL INTRODUCES A FULLY ANIMATED WORK FORCE
More than 4,000 people are indefinitely out of jobs as representatives for the Edison-Hill power plant as well as its coinciding headquarters located in upper New Carnegie, formally announce a successful business contract with BioNex Corporation, purchasing over 1,500 androids to replace their human work force.
“We will be able to service the entire metropolitan area 24 hours a day, seven days a week without interruption and with a lesser margin for human error,” says Jason Lee, CEO of Edison-Hill. “Our service center can remain open to address outages and other issues rain, snow, or shine, even on holidays. This change will be a benefit to our city, its communities, and to our customers.”
When asked if employees who chose not to participate in the strikes would similarly be dismissed, Edison-Hill declined to comment.
Strike organizers voice frustration and disappointment that their voices were not heard.
“We didn’t have the protection of a union, so we knew going into this it was a risk, but I firmly believe they would’ve fired us anyway,” says Jodie Kim, 25. Jodie worked at Edison-Hill for three years and chose to walk out during her shift late last week to participate in the strike against her employer. “At the end of the day we stood up for ourselves and refused to sit around and wait to be replaced. Principles still matter.”
