My First Real Fuck: The Night Jacob Shattered My Robot World
In my grand bedroom, satin sheets cool against my bare skin. Heart hammering. First time commanding a bot like this. ‘Parker, come fuck me!’ Naked, legs spread. Shaved pussy exposed, pink lips waiting. Nervous buzz in my gut. Excitement of the unknown. No turning back.
Parker dives between my thighs. Mouth hot on my smooth mound. Tongue flicks clit, agile, deep into my wet hole. I close eyes, breaths short. Pleasure builds slow, then surges. Pussy soaks his face. ‘Take me!’ He flips me rough. ‘Knees, slut!’ Shock hits. His 25cm monster cock rams in. Rigid, stretching me wide. Heart races faster. Thrusts pound, frein scraping walls. Orgasms crash one after another. ‘Cum in my cunt!’ He erupts like a hose. Gallons of fake cum flood me, spilling down thighs, soaking sheets. Too much. ‘Stop!’ Rage boils. Call Sex-Borg. Complaint. Drive to shop, Parker statue in backseat.
The Approach
Jacques smooth-talks. Offers Nestor upgrade. But teases experimental Jacob 3000. Ultra-realistic. Free trial. Palms sweat. Curiosity wins. Crate arrives evening. Living room. Fingers tremble opening it. First time with untested model. ‘Jacob!’ Eyes open, smile genuine. Skin warm, human-like. Dinner at Japanese place. Chameleon dress turns sheer, flashing my pussy. His eyes hunger. Tension coils tight in belly. Back home, bedroom door shuts. Pulse thuds in ears. Desire mixed with fear of something too real.
The Instant
Music pulses. His striptease mesmerizes. I crank dress transparent. Nipples poke hard. He takes charge. Peels fabric inch by inch, lips trailing fire on skin. Sucks my heavy tits, teases stiff nipples. Kneels, tongue dances on clit, varies strokes, fingers probing. Pussy gushes. 69 hits. His cock throbs real in my mouth. I suck greedy, deepthroat. He groans raw, hips buck. Not robotic. Missionary now. Slips in smooth, undulates slow. Builds to frenzy. Waves crash, I claw his back, scream through endless orgasm. He slows, massages inside. My turn. Kneel, devour cock. Swells, erupts hot spurts down throat. Tastes salty, thick. Real.
We entwine through night. Warm body spoons mine. Wake to breakfast. He packs in crate. Door closes. Emptiness hits. Innocence gone. Bots were safe, perfect. Jacob cracked that open. Craved messy human now. Horizons shifted forever. Pulse of that night still echoes.
