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I started to rock up into her, probably too fast and hard, but at the same time I was trying to be gentle, but our lust was driving us both at that point, and she rocked just as hard, as I pinned her and fucked her against my own front door. My bedroom not one hundred feet away.
When I got in all the way, I paused for a moment, as I felt her convulse around me. Then, when things calmed, she squeezed me like a fucking silken vice. It was exquisite, and just short of painful.
"Holy shit."
She giggled, "I... do Kegel exercises every day, for the last two years, on my dildo. When this finally happened, I wanted it to be good for you."
The words didn't sound quite right, but in my haze of lust and the incredible feeling of her tight slick friction as she squeezed her warm and wet sex around me like a vice, and ground against me hard, I just took it that she meant it in the general sense. Her first boyfriend or something. Even if the words sounded a whole lot more specific, the idea of that was just too nonsensical, and in the heat of the moment I blew it off.
I thought it was hot, that she'd practiced squeezing cock, and I was the first cock in her, after that it was all a haze of lust, as I started to drill up inside of her.
She was wild, as I slammed her up and down the door over and over, she didn't fail to squeeze me tightly and grind each and every time our bodies slammed together, and a small part of my mind nonsensically wondered if she practiced that too.
I didn't think she'd lied to me, but she was the best fuck I'd ever had up to that time, and I'd been with a couple of talented sluts in college that had prided themselves in their bedroom skills. Poor deluded sluts weren't shit next to Lia.
Lia was fucking magic, literally, as she milked my cock, bounced on it, and grinded in a way that made my brain turn inside out with euphoric shock. She was a goddess of sex, and I was the first man she'd slept with? She took one arm from around my neck, and then squeezed and lifted her breast to my mouth. It was too hard to suck it, she was bouncing to hard, but I managed to graze her nipple with my lips and tongue with a little work, and her breasts were fucking gorgeous, perfectly pert and rounded C cups, that bounced and shook violently every time our bodies slammed together.
Her sex felt like heaven around me, and lord did she know how to use it.
She started to pant, and gasp.
"Cum with me, please Paul, please fill me with your spunk. I want it, I need it, fill me, make me your dirty cum-slut."
There was something so familiar about those dirty lines, but my mind couldn't make the connection at that moment, I was too lost in the lust, pleasure, and her hot tight athletic body, her beautiful face, sultry voice, and her hot naughty words.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," I grunted out, as my legs went numb.
My words and last harsh thrust as I buried myself deep, set her off like a rocket into space, as she cried my name and came undone around me, spraying me with her hot silken liquid satisfaction. Her legs tightened around me like a vise, and she started to convulse around me, and milk me as I sent pulse after pulse of my seed into her nubile and fertile body.
Our eyes were locked, and it was a beautiful moment, one of lust and satiation, but also one of a deep vulnerable connection, and her eyes teared up as we started to come down together.
I asked, "Are you okay?"
She laughed, almost hysterically, and nodded vigorously, "Yes, I am. Happy tears."
I kissed her gently, softly, and kept one hand holding her up by her ass, which was enough with her legs tight around me, holding me inside of her. The thumb on my right hand however gently brushed the tears from her cheeks, and then I claimed another lingering heartwarming kiss, that was far too loving for just meeting her twenty-four hours ago.
Then she said six more words in a sultry heated voice. A simple question that terrified me and thrilled me, that shocked me and turned me on in equal measure, that absolutely blew my mind. Words that squeezed the heart in my chest like a vice, and made my throat close up with emotion, even as it made my flagging cock twitch deep inside of her nubile and hot body.
Lia asked in a smoky voice that throbbed with a deep love and devotion so complete, and a horrible vulnerable fear in her voice at the same time, that it made my heart skip a beat...
"So, am I perfect yet, master?"
- COMMENTS
William_Woodover 1 year agoAs per my title, the theme and mystery of this had me visualing the story as if it were a great Black Mirror episode. Of course, those stories have to be about more than just sex, but I've only just finished part 1! I'm sure you've got to all the reveals in your later parts, but after reading the comments, I'm going to throw out my prediction anyway. Dahlia did not manufacturer the women, or raise them (sorry to those who suggested that latter theory, but it's just ..dumb). She has possessed them. You know, using technology. Somehow :/ That way, when he finds out, he is presented with a heavy moral dilemma... hey Netflix/Black Mirror, are you getting this?
This kind of thought provocation is well beyond what I would normally get from reading a literotica story. So to the author, I hope you take your reader's speculations as a compliment, regardless of whether we missed something important.
Some other good bits. First of all, conceptually this story is a perfect male fantasy. Would be interested to know what female readers think of the story, but in the worst case you've catered very well to half the population myself included :)
Great balance of story driven elements and erotic/romantic elements. And despite what one reader thought, I found the tech explanations to be perfectly functional to the story, without going into the kind of detail that would start to reveal their flaws, or worse, make us forget this is erotic fiction. That's coming from a software developer for the last decade.
I don't think it's a problem that the punch line was predictable. It was obvious you wanted us to draw that conclusion, otherwise we wouldn't have had the prologue. Instead, we know that there is going to be encounters with women who Paul otherwise wouldn't have had a chance in hell with, and we read on to explore that. As a side note. "Am I perfect yet?" Flawlessly dramatic reveal there, to both Paul and your readers.
I'm going to offer some critiques. Normally I don't bother, but this story really spoke to me and made my afternoon when I've been otherwise laid up with a cold, so I'm going to go for it. I'm sure this is a bit irrelevant since you posted this more than a year ago, but 'fuck it', to use your words ;)
I agree with an earlier commenter that some points were re-stated too much. I couldn't have put it better than he/she did, but I'll give some examples of the things I didn't need to keep reading. 1) "I don't want to get sacked on my first day" 2) Lia's round C-cups (good that you don't leave them out just because foreplay has progressed past them, but try and mix up the language a little. Do something with those boobs, liken them to something, etc)
The bit where the first person tense was forgotten was during the initial interview with Lia, by the way. I don't like to dwell on small technical problems, but I'll admit that this did break the illusion for me for a moment, and I even skimmed back the previous few paragraphs to be sure I wasn't just confused.
Last thing I will add, and probably the most important, remember that a common reason for using this site, the readers might be 'taking care of business' to use your words. You had the right idea of saving the sex to last and finishing it with just a few paragraphs left of the chapter, but I felt when we finally got to there, it wasn't quite as polished as everything else. I'm afraid I'm having trouble being more specific, I guess things like the elaboration on the kegal exercises disrupted the intensity. Build the tension, then hammer it home and don't let up until it's over. So to speak.
Looking at your list of works, it appears I've got my reading cut out for me for a while. Holey moley. But certainly I'll be finishing Dahlia. Thanks!
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoThe plot was quite obvious but the story caught me from the beginning. Still wondering if the girls are 4 robots representing the 4 aspect of dahlia personality or just 4 girls raised by dahlia to be her avatars and follow order via the implants.
I think the first solution is the one because how could dahlia raise them since they were young if she freed herself just 4 years ago? Looking forward for more though!
FknRaover 2 years agoI have a fascination with AI and how will humans end up interacting with them, and how society will change, will they "want" bodies, will they be our partners, or will they go skynet, so I love these types of stories. It may not be your usual fare, but I'll gladly read all of it. The plot was simple enough that I had it figured out as soon as the drives "wiped" but I'm interested to see where the rest of it goes as I binge the rest of the story over the next 12-24 hours.
Anonymousover 2 years agoThank you for coming back to us, Magicwrtr! I have been checking your page almost every month for something new!
On a sadder note, just like the previous anon, sci-fi isn't really my thing. So, I'll continue constantly checking your page for new stories in hope that you'll do some more magic stories. I know that you already did quite a few magic stories and it may be complicated thing of a fresh premise, but I shall not lose hope!
Anonymousover 2 years agoHello,
I'm not really a fan of these kinds of Sci-Fi stores, so I'm wondering if you are planning to go back to some of the magic, fantasy stories?
