Page 50 of The Housewife's Robot
His motions are thorough but gentle as he moves the loofah up to my breasts, circling each nipple until they pebble under his attention. Then he moves back down my body, over my stomach,between my legs again. I gasp and squirm as he presses the loofah harder between my pussy folds.
“Okay, Caspian, I think I’m clean there now.”
“Just being thorough,” he murmurs, pressing the loofah against my back now. He traces down my spine from my neck to my hips and then over the curve of my ass.
I can hear his breathing changing, becoming harsher, more ragged, though I know he doesn’t actually need to breathe at all. It’s programmed, simulated, meant to make him seem more human.
And it seems to be working on me.
His hand moves lower, the loofah sliding between my ass cheeks, then forward to my pussy again, rubbing with just enough pressure to make me bite my lip and hold back a moan.
“Oh god.”
“Your heartbeat is elevated. You like this,” he states, and my face burns. His free hand slides around my waist, splaying across my belly possessively.
“Yes,” I admit, because denying it would be pointless. My body betrays me with every touch and every rub of his hands. I can’t hide it anymore.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he commands suddenly, his voice dropping low. The voice that makes my knees weak. “Now, Rose.”
I place my palms flat against the wet tile wall in front of me, my heart beating so hard I can feel it in my throat.
“Umm, like this?”
“Good girl,” he praises, sending another rush of heat through me. “Spread your legs for me.”
“Okay,” I reply, my voice squeaky and thin.
He nudges my feet further apart with his own, positioning me just how he wants me. His foot feels like a regular human foot, but it is larger than the average man’s.
His hand remains on my belly, holding me in place, while his other hand guides his cock to my entrance. I can feel it pressing against me, hot and hard already.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asks, rubbing the tip of his already lubricated cock against my pussy hole, teasing me. “Do you want to take every inch of me again?”
“I do, I’m ready,” I say, breathing hard as my words tumble out in a rush.
Without further ado, he pushes his cock inside of me, stretching me fast.
“Ahh!” I cry out as his cock continues to stretch me the deeper he goes. It feels like he’s growing extra inches inside of me.
“You’re going to love this.”
His cock begins to vibrate inside me—not just pulse or twitch like a human’s might, but actually vibrate, sending waves of intense pleasure radiating outward from where we’re joined. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, better than any vibrator, more intense than any sexual experience I’ve had with a human man.
“Ahh! Oh my god!” I gasp, my fingers scrabbling against the slick tile.
“You like that?” he asks, his hand tightening on my belly, holding me firmly against him as the vibrations increase in intensity. “This is just one of the ways I can please you better than any human ever could.”
“It’s way better than any human,” I gasp and whimper as his vibrating cock pushes deeper. “Oh god, this is too much!”
“Relax, deep breaths, honey,” he insists as he begins to thrust into me. Each thrust pushes the vibrating length deeper inside me. “Your pussy is already getting wetter. I can feel it, Rose. You’re dripping for me.”
He’s right. I can feel my arousal coating my thighs, hear the obscene wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me beneath the patter of the shower.
It’s filthy and wrong and so fucking good I can barely stand it.
Caspian’s thrusts become harder, faster, his grunts in my ear sounding so convincingly human that I could almost forget what he is.
No human could make their cock vibrate inside me like this and hit my G-spot so accurately.
