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It has been many months since the last time Will Robinson and Robot returned from one of their universe exploring, trailblazing adventures and everyone was always so excited for their return and ended up throwing a big party. However, after about the third time of partying and drinking it up all night because the young man didn’t die out in the middle of who-knows-where, it had begun to take a toll on your liver. Sure, you didn’t have to drink copious amounts of alcohol during these shindigs, but you always did, because if you didn’t, you’d start to get creeped out by that alien robot and then your whole mood turned sour. Besides, there weren’t many things to celebrate on Alpha Centauri lately. Progress was glacier and oftentimes so minute and, well mundane, that it didn’t really necessitate a whole celebration. Though honestly with the Robinsons around, boring should be a legitimate cause for celebration.
This time, though, Will and his mechanical pal had brought back more than just themselves, but a new metal from some faraway planet, nicknamed the ‘magic metal’ whose properties were so apparently unique that it has the potential to advance the course of human history even further, and faster. Whatever that meant. You were but a human doctor. A genius one, of course, but admittedly uninterested in anything outside the scope of the human condition.
But you were invited to the Robinsons’ party despite your lack of interest, and you have been kind of bored lately, so you decided to attend this time.
The Robinson home is packed to the brim with bodies when you arrive. There is lively music playing and the liquor poured freely, of which you gladly partook.
“Glad you could make it,” Judy Robinson greets you when she lays eyes on you. You two had become fast friends due to you both working at the hospital.
“Thanks for the invite,” you say, and when she leaves you to greet the other guests, you slip to the beverage table and grab a glass of wine. As more people approach you and make small-talk, you get a weird feeling. Like someone was staring at you. You look around, but no one is watching you as far as you can tell.
“Weird,” you mutter into your wine glass as you finish the last sip of it before reaching for your second (or was it third?) glass.
For the rest of the night, the feeling doesn’t go away and you’re starting to become more creeped out. You’re half-listening to a conversation when you spot him, you mean, it. The robot. It was ‘looking’ at you. It’s head is cocked toward you so that’s what it feels like, anyway, especially with those thousands of bluish dots swirling and pulsating languidly as if he (it!) was…eyeing you. Like some horny dude scoping you out at a bar.
No, that can’t be it! Why had you used that analogy? Were you out of your mind?
You blame it on the wine, as it has gone straight to your head as well as another part of your body, as it tended to do, so it makes sense why your mind would automatically lean toward the sexual.
You clear your throat and excuse yourself to take a seat far away from the robot. You shiver as you notice it’s head swiftly shifting to follow your every movement.
What the fuck is wrong with that thing?
You forget about the robot when Don West plops down beside you and tries to converse. Your pussy buzzes with excitement at his closeness. You are a single woman on a planet of mostly married couples, so it has been a long time since you’ve gotten any. However, you weren’t going to make the mistake of spending a night with Don again, so you take this as your cue to finish the rest of your drink and head out early.
You’re tipsy, but you manage to say goodbye to everyone before stumbling out. Your house isn’t very far away, and since this was a relatively safe place, you aren’t concerned about anything bad happening to you on the way, so you didn’t need an escort.
You got one anyway in the form of an alien robot.
It follows behind you at a safe distance so as not to completely freak you out while also making its presence known. You aren’t scared of it or anything, it was just difficult to wrap your mind around it’s sentience. Not from an intellectual standpoint, but from a biological one. To you, it was still just a large hunk of metal. Metal that could move and communicate in complex ways beyond human comprehension.
And since it wasn’t made by human hands, it wasn’t something you were comfortable being around for too long.
You make your way to your door and fumble around your purse for your house key. When you locate it, you snatch it out and try to put it in the hole, but you miss the mark.
“ Help? ” the deep robotic voice asks behind you.
“No help!” you shout behind your shoulder before facing the door again to continue your futile efforts. You hear the heavy steps of the robot as it walks closer to you and your heartbeat quickens. “Don’t come any closer!” you yell and it immediately halts.
You finally manage to get the key in the hole and your door swings open wildly. You lose your balance and tumble into your dark apartment and fall on the floor.
“Ow!” you yell into the darkness.
You lie on the floor, dizzy and defeated. A few seconds later, your lights flicker on, causing you to cover your eyes in shock.
“What the–” you almost curse, then you blink a few times. Once your vision adjusts, you see that the robot is standing in your doorway. It had turned your lights on for you.
“ Help ,” it says as a statement instead of as a question like before signifying the act it had performed.
“Yes, you helped. Thank you,” your words slur. You’re still on the floor so the robot is towering above you. You slowly peer up at Robot, taking in its hulking figure. When you finally meet its face, you follow the direction of its gaze. It’s staring at where your hiked up dress has exposed your inner thighs and panty-covered pussy. “Pervert!” the word flew out of your mouth before you could stop it.
Robot looked away, ashamed. You hastily yank your dress down and get to your feet.
“ Sorry ,” Robot’s voice was softer now. It’s bluish-white lights now take on a pink tinge as if it was embarrassed.
“Just get out!” you say, and the Robot takes steps back until it is outside your door. You slam the door in its face.
Had that robot actually been checking you out?
***
After you kicked the robot out, you take a hot shower and slipped under your covers naked. You loved sleeping nude while being wasted. The softness of the sheets felt so much better.
As you cozy up under the covers to prepare for bed, a familiar ache keeps you awake. You slide your hands down your supple body until your palms cover your erect nipples. You tweak your hard buds, the pleasurable ache eliciting a sweet moan from your mouth that ramps up your horniness. You move down south and brush over your pulsating clit.
“Fuck!” you groan into the quiet room as you rub at it until you’re squirming. You don’t want to cum yet, so you stop and instead slip a finger between your soaping wet lips and pump it in and out of you.
You’ve never been this horny before. Your juices soak your finger thoroughly. You slip another finger into your sticky hole. As it sucks it up you squeal, tingling with excitement at this next level of arousal.
You fuck yourself slower, wanting this to last as long as possible. You close your eyes and go through your arsenal of mental porn, but a new fantasy pops up out of nowhere.
It’s of a man. He’s 7 feet tall with muscles as hard as steel. He’s holding you up in his big hands as he kisses your neck, his moist lips and tongue devouring the delicate flesh there, tasting you like you’re his favorite dessert.
“Kiss me,” you whimper, eager to have the man’s lips on yours. You grab at his dark silvery hair and dip low to catch his lips with your own.
You jolt when his lips meet yours. It felt so real yet so unreal at the same time. The man’s lips were unlike any man you’ve ever kissed before. They were so smooth and seemed to mold to your own, like they were made for you.
The man lowers you to the bed and he starts sucking your tit. You arch your back so that he can put more of your breast into his mouth and he obliges.
“Don’t stop,” you mewl as he suckles you until your eyes roll back and you turn into a puddle. You definitely want that mouth on your clit right now.
Before you can demand he go lower, he does, as if reading your mind. You press your hands into his broad shoulders as he slowly kisses down your torso in order to make him go faster, but he’s too strong for you to move him even an inch, so you instead wriggle your body upward to get your sex close to his mouth.
He stops you by pinning you down, holding your waist with his large hands. He licks your belly button before going down further to stop just above your clit. Teasing you.
“Please,” you beg, your needy hard bud pulsing against his chin.
A low grumble reverberates against your skin. The man’s laughter. He’s enjoying making you wait. Leaving you wanting him. How deliciously cruel.
Your eyes flutter open so that you can look at the mysterious dream man. You see nothing but his silvery hair. You grow curious. You’ve never seen hair this color before, not even dyed. You run your fingers through it, but it’s oddly stiff. How strange.
“Let me see your face,” you suddenly demand. You don’t know why you do this, the words just come to you. The man is hesitant, but, as if he cannot disobey you, he slowly lifts his face up. You gasp.
Crystal blue eyes meet your own. They are familiar, but you know you’ve never met this man before.
“Who are you?” you ask. The man remains silent. You ask again in a firmer tone. “I said who are you?”
“Rob…” the man draws the word out in what you quickly recognize is an inhuman growl. “Rob…ot.”
***
You shoot up straight in your bed, clutching the sheets up to your body.
No. This wasn’t possible. What you think happened to you just now did not just happen to you just now. You stand up and wrap your robe around your body.
“No. No. No!” you mumble to yourself as you shuffle to your front door. “I’m wrong. I’m so wrong about this.”
You put your hand to the doorknob and take a deep breath. This is ridiculous, but you have to check.
You swing open the door.
Oh, crap.
The robot is still at your doorstep.
“ Help? ” Robot asks innocently.
***
You pace around the living room while Robot silently watches you.
Finally you blurt out: “You can’t do stuff like that!” The robot tilts its head to the side as if it doesn’t know what you are saying, but you’re not fooled by its act. “You were…you were having some kind of psychic sex with me, weren’t you?!”
“ Help .”
“What do you mean help? That doesn’t make sense. There are other words in the English language for you to use, you know!”
“ Pleasure. Help pleasure…you.”
Your face heats up. “What the hell are you talking about, Robot?”
“ Let me…pleasure you?”
Your mouth opens but no words come out. This perverted robot was actually trying to solicit you for sex! Guess this is what happens when a robot befriends a boy just starting puberty.
“Look, I don’t know what you’ve learned from your little buddy, but I am not into that freaky shit!” You stomp to the front door and open it. “Out!”
As the robot heads to the door, you shake your head. What would a robot of all things know about human pleasure?
“ Alot,” Robot answers your question aloud in a way that you would describe as smug. “ Humans. Robots. Same.”
Your mouth hangs open at the Robot’s words.
***
You sit on your bed propped up on your elbows, staring into the glass face of the robot, whose lights are trained on your as it waits patiently on the other side of the bedroom for your next order.
“Come here.” Before the words could escape your lips fully, Robot is towering over you. He reaches out to you. “Don’t touch! Not…yet.” Robot quickly retracts its appendage.
You lick your lips. This is ridiculous. What are you doing right now? You can’t do this. There’s nothing a robot can do to please you. It’s metal and glass and alien programming. It won’t even feel good.
“ Try me. ” Robot taunts. You grit your teeth. You don’t like how smart mouthed this thing is or that it can read your mind.
“Fine,” you huff. “But only to prove that you can’t do anything for me.”
You grab the side of the Robot’s head and bring it close to yours.
“And…don’t tell anyone about this either,” you narrow your eyes at his lights.
“ Promise .”
You pull Robot’s face to yours. His lights dim so as not to blind you and they slowly swirl where your lips are. It’s just glass. You pull the robot’s face down until your lips are pressed against it and you gasp.
You were wrong. It’s not glass. At least, it doesn’t feel like any normal glass. Robot’s ‘face’ felt like what’s best described as a stiff gel-like texture. Like a thick jell-o barrier. It immediately molded to the shape of your lips and you felt a warmth spread over your lips as well as a light electric tingle. You pull away.
“Whoa,” you breathe. “That was…incredible.” You use a finger to poke at its face and still, it feels like a cool jelly, except you couldn’t stick your finger too far inside.
“ Kiss more ,” Robot’s demand is a low growl. “ Please ,” it adds.
You waste no time pressing your lips against the robot’s face again for a sensual kiss. You stick your tongue out and move it in slow circles. It feels like your tongue is being sucked on and you feel yourself becoming wet again.
Your brain floods once more with images of the fantasy man. The humanized version of itself that Robot created for you to get off to.
You press your smaller body against its bigger one and it tears your nightgown off of you.
“Lie down on the bed,” you instruct. Robot immediately grabs hold of you and maneuvers so that it is now on the bed and you’re straddling it. You’re surprised that its body isn’t cold to the touch, like you expected. It matches your body temperature exactly.
You grind against its metal-scaled torso. In your mind, you’re grinding against the defined abs of a man. Each bump and ridge sends a shock wave of pleasure from your core that radiates outward. You grab onto his chest to brace yourself so you can go faster. You stoop down to kiss Robot more and he grabs your ass and helps you pound deeper into him.
“Feels so good,” you babble as your insides tighten up like a coil. “I’m gonna cu–”
Before you could finish, Robot stops your movements completely.
“Why’d you stop?” you whine, half-dazed.
Robot doesn’t reply. It lifts you until your dripping cunt is right above his face then it says one word before setting you down on top of it.
“ Taste. ”
You throw your head back in ecstasy as soon as you feel him mold to the shape of your sex. Your eyes roll to the whites as you become overstimulated by the Robot sucking at your clit while creating vibrations like the perfect sex toy in order to send you over the edge of sanity.
“Ah fuck, yes!” You bounce on top of the Robot’s face, riding it until he holds you in place on him so you can cum.
Your orgasm hits you like a lightning strike. All the air forces itself out of your lungs as you squirt all over the robot’s face in thick, wet and creamy spurts.
Once you’re finished, you fall back onto your bed, a shuddering mess. The last images of the man are of him with his eyes closed, his gigantic body limp. You open your eyes to see Robot’s lights are low, dim, barely visible.
“You okay?” alarm floods your voice, but at the sound of your panic, a small amount of his lights brighten and whirl at you before going back out. He’s as blissed out as you are.
When you regain some movement, you reach at your side table to grab a tissue to wipe his face, but there is not a drop of your cum left on him. You flush as you place the tissue back on the nightstand. Then, you flop back on the bed, wiggle underneath your covers and drift off into a deep sleep.