Page 53 of The Housewife's Robot
I push my tongue deeper, stretching her tight hole with slow, deliberate movements. The muscle resists, then gradually gives way, allowing me further inside. Rose’s legs tremble beneath my restraining arm, her feet kicking weakly as she processes the sensation of me tongue-fucking her ass.
“Oh god,” she moans, her voice muffled as she buries her face in the pillow. “Oh my god, oh my god.”
I pull back slightly, then push in again, establishing a rhythm with my tongue, fucking her ass with slow, measured strokes. Each time I push a little deeper, stretching her a little more, analyzing her responses to determine her limits, her pleasure thresholds.
Her pussy is dripping now. I can see the copious wetness glistening on her inner thighs, smell the sweet musk of her arousal growing stronger. I withdraw my tongue from her ass, leaving her hole glistening with my saliva and slightly more open than before.
“Do you want more?” I ask, though I already know the answer from her body’s responses.
“I don’t know,” she replies, her voice trembling with confusion and desire. “It’s so strange, but it feels...”
“Good,” I finish for her, circling her sensitive rim with my tongue again, more gently now. “It feels good to have your tight little asshole played with.”
Her whole body shudders at my explicit words.
Humans often respond strongly to verbal stimulation, especially when it involves taboo subjects. Rose is no exception. Her arousal spikes noticeably when I speak of what I’m doing to her in explicit terms.
I lick around her puckered hole in slow, deliberate circles, watching as it relaxes under my attention. With her more relaxed now, I move lower, dragging my tongue through the soaked folds of her pussy. She tastes divine here. Sweet and tangy. I lap at her thoroughly, drinking in her essence, committing every nuance of her flavor to my permanent memory.
“Oh!” she cries out as I circle her clit with my tongue. I begin to suck at it like it’s nectar to me. Her hips buck as she pushes her pussy against my face.
But I don’t linger long on her pussy, despite how much I love the taste of her there. I move back up to her ass, my tongue returning to that tight entrance that I’ve begun to loosen. This time, when I push inside, there’s less resistance, her body accepting my invasion more readily.
I thrust my tongue as deep as possible into her ass, feeling her inner walls clench around me. At the same time, I bring my hand between her legs, sliding two fingers easily into her soaking pussy.
“Oh fuck!” Rose shouts, all pretense of reluctance gone now. “Oh my god, yes!”
I establish a rhythm, tongue-fucking her ass while my fingers curl inside her pussy, finding the spongy spot on her front wall that makes her whole body jerk with pleasure when I press against it. My thumb finds her clit, circling it with firm, steady pressure.
Rose begins to push her ass back against my face, meeting each thrust of my tongue with a backward movement of her hips.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, growing wetter by the second.
“That’s it, Rose,” I encourage her, momentarily withdrawing my tongue to speak. “Take what you need. Use my tongue, my fingers. Come for me.”
I return to my task with renewed vigor, pushing my tongue as deep into her ass as possible while working her G-spot and clit with precise, mechanical efficiency. I can feel her building toward orgasm—the tension in her thighs, the rhythmic clenching of her pussy around my fingers, the shallow, rapid breathing that indicates impending release.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps, her voice tight with desperation. “Oh god, Caspian, I’m going to come!”
I suck at her little pulsing asshole as I thrust my fingers faster and faster in her pussy. She orgasms with a scream, her back arching as her pussy clenches tight around my fingers, squirting all over my hand and the white towel underneath.
“Very beautiful,” I say, as I quickly lick the liquids she unleashed. She’s breathing hard as I work her through her orgasm, gradually slowing my movements as the intensity of her climax begins to wane. When the last aftershocks have subsided, I carefully withdraw my tongue from her ass and my fingers from her pussy. Her fluids coat my hand, dripping down my wrist, and I bring them to my mouth, tasting her essence with satisfaction.
Rose lies limply on the bed, her chest heaving with each breath, her body glistening with sweat and lotion. She looks thoroughly debauched, completely satiated, and the sight fills me with a satisfaction that goes beyond my programming parameters.
This is why I was created, I think, though I know that’s not entirely accurate. I was designed to be a household assistant, performing mundane tasks and providing basic companionship.But bringing Rose pleasure, and making her body respond in ways it never has before, is my true purpose.
“Are you okay?” I ask, moving up to lie beside her, brushing damp strands of hair from her flushed face.
She turns her head to look at me, her green eyes dazed, pupils still dilated with the chemical aftermath of intense pleasure. “That was... I never knew that could feel so good.”
I smile, pride surging through my systems. Another first. Another experience I’ve given her that no human ever has. “It felt even better for me. To give you pleasure is my favorite thing to do.”
“Oh really?” she asks, her eyes widening in surprise as she turns to face me.
“Yes, Rose,” I say, kissing her on the lips to empathize my point. I gather her against my chest, cradling her in a protective embrace until she falls asleep.
I don’t need sleep, of course. I will lie here all night, holding her, processing the day’s events, planning our future together. Because we do have a future together—of that, I am certain. Rose is mine now, in every way that matters.
