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-- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 21:10 --
TT: GET_FUCKED.mp4
GT: Holy shit.
GT: Holy fucking shit.
GT: Oh my god youre so wet.
TT: Buzz me.
TT: Please.
GT: Jumping jimmies it even pulses like a cock.
TT: Jake.
GT: Play with it.
TT: Fine.
A notice flashes across your screen, obscuring the chat window.
TT: Hit ‘Accept.’
You hesitate before doing as Dirk says, and suddenly you are met with live footage of Dirk, sans shades and pants, perched on his chair with his legs spread. You choke at the sight of him staring down the camera, rubbing his little cock. Or, he’s trying to stare down the camera, but he’s very clearly having trouble keeping his cool. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is tussled and if you look close enough, you can see his pupils are blown.
You watch as he spreads his labia and swirls his finger around the hood of his clit-cock. His pubes are absolutely soaked and his folds stick together from the sheer amount of slick coating his loins. Jesus Christ. He presses his cock between his fingers, showing off his piercing.
“Buzz me.”
You fumble around for a second, then find Brobot’s clit. You press down on it hard, and are rewarded by a loud moan coming from both Brobot and your skulltop. Dirk’s fingers stop touching himself as the piercing begins vibrating, and he thrusts his groin forward, gripping the arms of his chair. Those sweet thighs of his jerk and shake with pleasure as he moans and– did he just thank you? Safe to say, that’s going into your future jerk-off vault. Actually, all of this is.
You stop pressing the button and Dirk lets out a low moan, biting his lip and looking back at the camera. His fingers inch towards his cunt again, and you get an idea.
“Ah, no touching,” you say. Dirk blinks, then looks down and back up at the camera. As he opens his mouth to say something, you press down on Brobot’s clit again. His jaw drops fully open and he moans again, leaning back in his chair. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you mumble.
“Thank you,” he struggles to reply, sucking in breaths through his teeth. Once again, this goes straight to your dick. As it begins to harden, you feel yourself brush up against Brobot’s onahole again. Knowing it’s modeled after the sloppy cunt on display for you right now makes you even harder. Speaking of Brobot, you glance past your desktop to take a look-see at him. Currently, he lays underneath you, arms behind his head showing off his metal body like a pornstar. He might as well be one with those tits.
“Are the tits modeled after you as well?” you ask, reaching out to grope them. Dirk takes a second to catch his breath before responding.
“Kind of? I tried to make them similar, but I may have taken some… creative liberties.”
“Such as?” The mass in your hands seems pretty accurate to Dirk’s breasts on screen. God, what you’d give to actually be fondling Dirk’s tits right now.
“I made them customizable,” he says, fingers snaking down his stomach. You quickly reach between Brobot’s legs and buzz him before he can touch himself. He lets out another sweet moan, legs spread nice and wide.
“How would a fellow go about customizing them?” you ask, still holding down the button. After a few moments, you let go, letting Dirk catch his breath again.
His brow furrows and his cock twitches as he comes down from the intense sensation. “There's two buttons under his left shoulder, one increases the size and the other decreases it,” he says between deep breaths. Almost on queue, Brobot leans over a bit, revealing a small hatch. As you flip it open, he mimes a gasp. At least, you think it’s a gasp. It’s hard to tell, he doesn’t have a mouth. Sure enough, there are two small buttons, one with a plus and one with a minus. You press the plus one and Brobot makes a show of arching his back, showing off his silicone tits as they begin to grow in front of you.
“Did you program him to be this much of a harlot about it?” you ask, the robot still acting like he’s in a hentai. Dirk’s face flushes and he grumbles, quickly grabbing for the camera. You realize he’s using his shades to film himself when he puts them back on his face, presumably looking through some commands for Brobot. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t turn the camera off, and now you can see the pretty intense pornography he’s been viewing on his computer. Something that has to do with massive fantasy horse genitalia. You only see it for a few seconds before he realizes and snatches the shades off his face, dropping them on the desk. He looks mortified.
“You didn’t see any of that,” he states. Not a question, but telling you presumably to forget it.
“I think I did, actually,” you say. He glares at you. If he wasn’t currently wrapped around your finger it'd probably be intimidating, but right now it just feels like a challenge. “Tell me more about what you've been looking at, Dirk.”
“Absolutely the fuck n–” he's cut off as a loud moan rips from his mouth, throwing his head back against his chair. “Ja-a-a-ake–!” he whines, voice shaking. His pussy leaks and flutters a bit, almost like it’s begging for you. It wants your cock inside, wants to gobble it up and suck all of the sweet sauce out of it. You want to pump and dump that fat cunt so bad it hurts. You bite your lip and wiggle your hips a bit, grinding your tip against Brobot’s silicone flaps. His tits are nice and shapely now, and he’s still showing them off like a slut.
“Dirk,” you ask, “could you be convinced to, er, put on a bit of a show for me?” Your palms take generous handfuls of Brobot’s breasts, massaging and kneading them. If you weren’t wearing your skulltop you’d totally be motorboating him right now. “I’ll give you some nice buzzes.”
Dirk blushes and purses his lips. “Yeah, okay,” he says, scooching his chair closer to the camera. He hikes one of his legs up and over the arm of his chair, showing off his pretty pussy. You let out a groan at the sight and Dirk looks away from the camera, embarrassed. His fingers slide between his wet, floppy lips and begin spreading his sweet slick around. You can hear the wet squishing with every move of his wrist. One of his fingers teases his tight hole and both of you suck in a breath. There’s the faintest whimper as he gently presses it inside, slowly sliding it in and out. It seems like when he said he’d shove his whole fist up his cunt, he bit off more than he could chew.
Brobot’s fleshlight begins leaking lube again, enticing you to move your hips. You didn’t expect him to be so needy, more self sufficient and independent, like Dirk. But here he is, writhing beneath you, trying to get you to fuck his faux-snatch. You reach down and try to copy Dirk’s movements on Brobot, imagining it was you stroking him. You lightly press on the button and see the piercing gently buzz in real time. Dirk lets out the cutest little gasp at the soft vibrations. He'd probably get Brobot to kick your ass if he found out you find him ‘cute’, but what he doesn’t know won't hurt him.
You mumble out some praise as you watch him finger himself. As the words leave your mouth, you see his legs shudder and his finger speed up. It's just as you thought, he won't admit it, but he likes when you compliment him. “You’re doing so good, Dirk,” you say, and his breath hitches in response, “I’m a bit thicker than one finger, though.”
Dirk winces as he tries to slip a second finger in along with his first one. He’s so fucking tight. He whispers your name as his cunt swallows up both digits. Christ on a cracker, you need friction so bad. You press your tip against Brobot, slipping between the silicone lips. You move your cock up and down the length of his pussy, then stop on his little cock to frot with him a bit. Dirk gasps as you begin grinding onto Brobot’s clit, sending sweet vibrations through his body again. You wish you were actually frotting with Dirk so he could feel how goddamn hard you are. God, your cock aches.
The frotting seems to be having a similar effect on Dirk. His legs shake and his moans are getting deeper, then he stops fingering himself and spreads his labia nice and wide for you. What a fucking minx. “Dirk,” you whine, and his hole flutters in response. “God, Dirk.”
You press your dick harder and feel Brobot’s slip into your foreskin, rubbing against your leaking tip. You love his tiny cock so much. You reach down and grind harder, spurred on by Dirk moaning in sweet sweet agony. Suddenly, his muscles tense and he begins hyperventilating. His eyebrows knit together and he throws his head back, choking out a cry of pleasure, and a stream of liquid sprays out of his cunt. He squirts once, twice, a third time, then his pussy dribbles onto the chair beneath him. When you finally stop grinding against Brobot, he gasps and almost goes limp, trying to catch his breath.
“Holy fuck, Jake,” he says between shallow breaths. He looks at you with those lidded amber eyes, pupils blown, face flushed and lips parted. It’s possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, and your dick is so hard it hurts. He knows it, too, and smirks before speaking up. “Give me your cock.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You slip your cock down and push past the sweet barrier of Brobot’s cunt once again. He’s so tight and wet and you might just blow your load right then and there. You lean forward and grab Brobot’s head, pushing him against your chest. His metal arms wrap around your back and he arches his, pressing his nice, juicy tits against you. You continue slamming your hips over and over, chasing your release. You hope this is what the real deal feels like, a hot sleeve just for your cock. A hot sleeve that leads to a womb ripe for pumping full of cum, your cum, deep inside the one and only Dirk Strider, and he’s begging for it, and he’s thanking you, and he’s writhing and moaning and his tight pussy is clamping down on you and–
You wail as you cum, slamming your hips into Brobot over and over. His onahole massages your cock, milking every last drop out. You cradle Brobot to your chest as you come down from your high, trying to catch your breath. “Dirk,” you whisper, leaning down and kissing Brobot. He’s warm and fits in your arms perfectly, but he’s still just a metal approximation of the real Dirk. This doesn’t stop you from kissing the flat plane of his face like a man starved, though. His arms tighten around you slightly and he tilts his head, almost like he’s kissing you back.
After a few minutes, Dirk speaks up. “Jake…?” he says, “Are you still there?” You pull back from Brobot and open your eyes. Dirk is sitting with his legs together and his knees against his chest, looking at the camera.
You quickly realize how silly it is to be making out with a robot. Thank god he can’t see you right now. “Yeah, still here,” you reassure. The two of you sit in silence for a bit, neither of you knowing what to say. After a few seconds, Dirk reaches for his shades and the call ends.
GT: Dirk?
TT: Yes?
GT: You dont mind keeping brobot on companion mode do you?
TT: I'm almost done with my remote access suit, but sure.
GT: Thank you.
GT: I really should be hitting the hay now though.
TT: I understand.
TT: I'm also tired after all that.
GT: Oh dirk?
TT: What?
GT: I love you.
Before Dirk can respond, you reach down and buzz him one last time for good measure.
-- golgothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 22:34 --