Page 34 of Fembot
“I want it if you want it,” Winston found himself saying.
Calvin smiled at him, a sweet, sexy smile that was anything but shy or timid. Then Calvin took hold of the bottom of Winston’s shirt and tugged it up and off. Lucky helped, then tossed the shirt aside.
“Let us take care of you, Winnie.” Lucky’s hands were everywhere. They swept down Winston’s arms, then around his waist. Lucky cupped Winston’s cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze. Winston melted against Lucky, tilting his head so Lucky could devour his neck. “Say yes,” Lucky said.
It was the easiest yes Winston had ever given.
Once the word was out of his mouth, Lucky was undoing Winston’s pants and tugging them down to his ankles. Calvin went to his knees and helped Winston step out of his pants.
Lucky dragged his mouth down Winston’s back, peppering it with kisses and licks while he sank to his knees behind him.
“Take him in your mouth, Calvin.” To combat the feeling of dry silicone—because Winston was far from the first person to stick his dick in a robot—they were built with a human-safe lubricant in their mouths and other orifices. Plus, Winston’s own precum would help the glide of fake tongue on real cock.
Calvin’s mouth didn’t feel fake. It was the most real thing he’d ever felt when Calvin flicked his gaze up to meet Winston’s and then leaned in, swiping his tongue over the head of Winston’s cock.
At the same time that happened, Lucky parted Winston’s cheeks and buried his face between them. Winston’s chest squeezed, as he gasped at the sudden onslaught of sensation. Twenty seconds in and he was already unravelling. Winston was doomed to have the best night of his life.
He reached behind him and wound his fingers into Lucky’s hair. He did the same to Calvin and anchored himself between them. Winston was beside himself with pleasure. His hole was being expertly tongue-fucked by Lucky, who ate ass like a starving man. Lucky hummed and moaned in appreciation, and every little bit of sound vibrated through Winston, travelling straight to his dick.
“I love the sounds you make,” Winston said, meaning Lucky, but Calvin was a fast learner, and he moaned around Winston’s cock. Winston gasped and jerked back, thrusting his ass into Lucky’s face. Lucky’s fingers dug into Winston’s cheeks.
Calvin pulled back and met Winston’s gaze. He licked his lips and skated his hands up Winston’s legs. “Let me make you feel good.”
Incapable of coherent speech, Winston nodded. Calvin dove back in with renewed interest, humming his pleasure around Winston’s cock. Now it was Winston who was making noise. Lucky speared a finger inside Winston and brushed it against his prostate. Winston yelped at the sudden sensation, then moaned when Lucky did it again.
Sensory overload made his head swim until everything felt like a fever dream. Calvin licked and sucked at his cock, taking it impossibly deep, teaching Winston that robots don’t have gag reflexes. Calvin buried Winston’s cock in his mouth, all the way down, until his nose was pressed against Winston.
Winston found the ability to speak. “Wait, wait, Calvin, please.”
Calvin pulled back and looked up at him with a question in his gaze.
“That’s so good. I’m going to come if you keep going.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Calvin asked, his voice with a sultry tone to it. Almost a purr.
“Yeah, but I want to come with you inside me.”
With an impossible amount of grace, Calvin rose to his feet. He reached for his skirt, but Winston stopped him, putting his hands over Calvin’s.
“The skirt stays on,” Winston managed to say without blushing.
Calvin arched an eyebrow at him. “You like the skirt?”
“I like the skirt,” Winston confirmed as Lucky stood.
“The skirt is hot,” Lucky agreed.
Winston watched him cross the room and move a chair from beside a window to face the bed instead. He went to the bedside table and grabbed the lube out of it. After freeing his dick and applying a generous amount of lube, he dropped down into the chair and gave his cock a lazy stroke. He motioned to Calvin, who swept Winston off his feet and carried him to the bed.
Calvin tossed him into the center of the bed, making Winston laugh. But the laugh was short-lived when Calvin knelt on the bed and crawled up toward him. He spread Winston’s legs and slotted himself between them.
“I’m going to ruin you,” Calvin promised as he reached for the lube. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your name.”
“Damn,” Lucky groaned. “That’s hot as fuck, Cal.”
Calvin kept his attention on Winston as he squirted lube into his hand and stroked it over his cock. Calvin moved like he’d fucked a thousand men instead of just one. He had the confidence of a seasoned lover, and Winston had the luxury of being at his mercy.
Reaching between Winston’s legs, Calvin slowly inserted a finger into Winston’s hole. “You’re so tight,” Calvin rasped. “So hot for me. And greedy. I can feel the way your greedy little hole is trying to pull me inside.”
