Dahlia - Birth of an A.I. Ch. 02

Not for our first time.

All I wanted to do in that moment was protect her, cherish her, and show her how precious she was to me already. A lot of the feelings she engendered in me were shallow, admittedly, but not all of them. I smiled when we broke the kiss, and I leaned over to put my half full coffee cup on the night table, and then turned back to the heartbreakingly beautiful and gorgeously innocent Mia.

I pushed the straps of the dress off of her shoulders, and she stood back up for a second and shimmied the dress down her body, until it fell all at once into a pool of fabric around her feet. I took a moment to take in her body.

She was gorgeous. Her breasts were B cups, and they stood up proudly and straight. They were rounded on the sides, but also slightly torpedo shaped and deliciously pert. Her skin was so fair, and the nipples were the softest and sexiest pink I'd ever seen in my life. Her flat stomach and the soft curves of her waist were flawless, and her pussy was beautiful, her labia slightly flowered open and glistening in the sunlight through the window. She truly was ready for me, and her body wanted me.

"Beautiful," I held the covers up, "Join me Mia."

She blushed at my nakedly honest and spontaneous compliment, and quite possibly at the lust filled regard of my eyes, as they drank in her perfectly tight and supple body, and the angelic beauty of her dark blue eyes, long golden blonde hair, and the fresh-faced beauty of her face.

She slipped into the bed, and I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. She gasped breathily into my mouth, and her hands felt like silk as she explored my chest, sides, and down to my cock.

My hands were hardly idle either, and I teased and explored her flesh with equal ardent fervor.

She made the loveliest sexy noises, the tone of her voice was filled with sweet innocence, but the noises were deliciously wanton in nature as she sighed in pleasure, whimpered in desire, and gasped at my sometimes firm and sometimes teasing touches.

I learned quickly her breasts were far more sensitive than Lia's, and I used a lighter touch to extract the same kind of intense gasps and trembles from her sweet lips.

She begged, "Paul, please... fuck me."

The foreplay had been getting rather torturous, and her soft silken hand had me close to the edge already. I got up on my knees after claiming one soft kiss, and her legs spread open at barely a touch to her inner thigh as I knelt between them. She was so wet, and the look of needy lust and the shocking amount of devotion and adoration on her face almost made me cum when I rubbed my cockhead up and down her silken labia.

She was exquisite, trembling below me in anticipation, as I slowly pushed into her heaven. Fuck, she was so tight, only her slick wetness and silken friction allowed me enter her, stretch her out, and start to fill her.

"You are so tight, Mia."

She wrapped her legs around my waist for more leverage, and started to rock herself up against me, even as I pushed down into her in soft slow strokes, and I buried my sensitive cock into the ecstasy of her body's tight, hot, and wet embrace one inch at a time.

Her eyes were wide, "Fuck, I've dreamed of this, you're so big, I feel so full."

I leaned down and kissed her passionately, as her body got used to my rude invasion. I reached down between us, and then started to lightly tease around and occasional brush her clit, while I kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobes.

"Mia, fuck that's good," I said softly, as she squeezed me tightly and ground up against me.

Had they all practiced, and done Kegel exercises? A silly picture popped up in my head, of the four of them lying in bed, with a dildo in each, as they exercised together. I pushed that out of my head, and I gasped at the feeling of her tight sex around mine. Her body felt incredible, different from Lia, but just as incredible.

I didn't quite make love to her, I didn't love her yet, but she was precious to me. I did move slowly thought, and quite relentlessly as I started to saw in and out of her, a little farther, and a little more firmly each time, until our bodies were rocking in perfect harmony the full length of my cock.

"You are so beautiful, Mia, and more precious to me in such a short time than I'd have thought possible."

Her eyes widened vulnerably, and then she gasped and started to tremble beneath me as she came around my cock for the very first time. Her face was a study in pleasure, startled amazement, and deep devotion as she stared up into my eyes and came undone.

It felt fucking amazing, but I managed to hold on, most likely thanks to Lia's attentions last night, my will was about as strong as it got. For the first round anyway.

When she started to come down, I kissed her softly, passionately, and continued to saw in and out of her at that slow but relentless pace. I was a little surprised, when her legs went from around my waist to over my shoulders, she was as limber and bendable as I'd suspected, with that dancer's body. I also got much deeper and started stroking in firmer, but not violently hard.

We could do that later.

It was only a couple of minutes later, when she went over a second time, and quite a bit harder. She flushed my balls with liquid satisfaction, a lot of it, and her pussy clamped down hard and started to convulse, milking my sensitive skin.

"Fuck, Mia. You feel so fucking good."

I exploded inside of her, our eyes locked as we rode the highs of rapturous bliss together. It seemed to last a lifetime, and it ended far too soon as we came down together.

I smiled, "Hi."

She giggled, and her body shook in an aftershock and squeezed me hard.

"Hi back."

I asked, "You looked startled earlier."

She bit her lip, "I usually don't cum without... you know. Shame and humiliation?"

She blushed, hard.

I smiled, "We'll do that too, but I wanted our first time to be... intimate, meaningful, not just wild fun and purely about pleasure. We'll be doing this again too, often I bet."

She sighed a little dreamily, "Anytime you want, I think maybe because I love you, and respect and admire you, it was... overwhelming. That was... wonderful, and it meant more to me than you'll ever know. Not just the sex, but what you said to me."

"I meant every word."

She nodded, "I know."

I raised an eyebrow, "Med-implant's a lie detector too?"

She giggled, "Sort of, it can be used that way. But no, I could see it in your eyes, and the way you look at me."

Oh.

My stomach growled.

"How about breakfast, before round two?"

Her eyes widened, and I winked as I got up and rolled off the bed.

Chapter Eight

My biggest fear was how easy it would be to get used to it, and to take them all for granted. Four loving women who'd do anything and everything I wanted, it was a heady thing. I also didn't want to do that, take them for granted, but that was all about me, and the ball was in my court. They certainly wouldn't complain at all, if all I did was use them as warm holes and spent the money they made for me, they'd be quite happy.

I couldn't live like that, I'd hate myself for it. I'd keep an eye on it, make sure I was only sort of a shallow pervert and asshole.

"So, talk to me, what do you do exactly, at the business."

She was dressed in a red silk robe, and I had nothing on except my boxers, as she cooked me up some eggs and bacon. I'd have helped, but I couldn't cook worth a shit.

"Mostly what I do is meet with people, sell our security products. I also take care of our employees when they have issues or need counseling of some kind. That's a full-time job, and about all I can handle with my body. My mainframe presence handles scanning social media of all kinds, and it looks for warning signs that might be negative toward the company. I... tweak the discussions if I can, intercede. My mainframe also does part of the sales, makes phone calls while my body is busy elsewhere.

"I also deal with acquisitions, and third-party vendors. That's about it. I make sure our company looks good, and I sell the product. Emma and Bell are the ones that make the breakthroughs, and they build the software and hardware that makes the company. Lia of course, is the conductor, and gets involved in a little bit of everything, and helps us when we need it."

"You don't code?"

She shrugged, "I don't like too. All humans can climb trees, but most don't."

I laughed, "Fair enough, and interesting. So, medical implants for the masses to help with records and emergency services, monitors health, and handles banking. There's also data-centers and firewalls. What else goes on in that building?"

She asked, "Looking for anything specific? We have a lot going on."

I shrugged, "I need to find a way to be useful, outside of the four of you, who will make my life rich in one way, but empty in others. I need to be challenged. If I'm going to consider if I'm to direct you four in running the company, I need to understand it."

She nodded, "The main aim of the company is to earn us money. We also work under the ideal to make the world a better place at the same time we make that money. For instance, no more cyber crime, if we can manage to get into every door, and on every computer. No more older people having a heart attack and dying alone in their apartments, if the implants can notify emergency services when someone has a heart attack, strokes out, or falls and knocks themselves out. It's not just about the convenience of having wireless pay or your medical records, which is just a bonus to it.

"We're experimenting on several other things to bring better changes to the world. You may have noticed, but I'm connected to my mainframe at work, from here, with a wideband and uninterruptable connection. Could you imagine if my brain checked out when the internet was busy, or if the phone lines went down?"

I asked, "I hadn't really thought about that, how does that work?"

She asked, "Have you heard the theory of quantum communication through quantum paired molecules?"

My eyes widened, "Seriously?"

She shook her head, "Nope. Better than that. A scientist that works in Japan figured out the math to explain the quantum pairing phenomena, and we adapted it into a practical application. We aren't so much using quantum pairing as we are the underlying physics behind it. It gets a bit thick, the theories, so I'm not sure how to explain it so you'd understand. Maybe if we had two weeks I could get you there. When released into the world, it will change the communications world.

"Point is, we're developing an implant similar to the one that monster planned to use to steal lives, and that we're using now in these cloned bodies, but with a completely different purpose. Imagine an overlay, augmented reality, through an implant that interfaces to the visual, audio, and for full immersion even the tactile, olfactory, and taste senses. All with a broadband connection capable of rendering super high definition content directly to the brain."

"Gaming?"

She smirked, "Yes, also phone calls, television, books, homework, work, banking, spend a day at the beach even if you live in Ohio, things like that, all in the privacy of your own mind. You could take pictures with your eyes, and even open a digital overlay window and zoom. Perhaps most importantly is what it would do to the justice system. Imagine if everything you see and hear was recorded.

"Murderers would be caught easily, rapists would be as well. Disturbed women who lie about rape or assault could be disproved in a moment. The ridiculous allegations between the two political parties in America would stop, and many other effects. There'd be no doubt during trials, innocent people wouldn't go to jail, and guilty people wouldn't get away with crimes anymore, anywhere. Of course, there's a privacy issue with that, we're working on it."

I grunted, "That's... crazy. I mean in a good way. The privacy issue would have to be handled very carefully, except if all that data is safely behind our firewalls with stringent access rules, it should be safe from exploitation."

She smiled, "Glad you think so."

"What else?"

She replied, "Well the current implant you're testing, the final iteration will have that transmission capability as well, if we ever go to market with it. No need to Bluetooth with a phone. We just haven't successfully made it on a nano level yet, the brain implants we're using are the size of a marble. Too big."

She tilted her head, "We're testing treatment implants as well, to enhance the human immune system, go after cancers, manage treatment for serious conditions like diabetes, lupus, and others."

It was all starting to sound like science fiction, or at least it would be if it wasn't for four incredibly smart and sentient intelligences. It also made me feel even more obsolete, the advancements the artificial intelligences could make would quickly outstrip the human scientific community's ability to keep up. At a guess, they'd made several breakthroughs already, that would take humans a lifetime of study and experimentation to accomplish.

"Anything else?"

She smiled gently over her shoulder, as she flipped the bacon. As if she knew what I was thinking.

She said, "The only other viable thing is food modification for growth in forbidding locations, like the desert, but I think that's a dead end.

"A lot of things really, hundreds, but nothing else that's even viable enough for testing in the real world yet. From... anti-gravity, to faster than light space flight, and many other ideas proposed by science fiction."

I nodded, not even surprised anymore. FTL travel?

"Why not, I mean the food thing."

Mia scowled, but it wasn't directed at me, "The world already has plenty of food to feed everyone. It's the warlords that steal the aid sent, and the warehouses full of grain that are just left to rot. The problem of starvation on Earth isn't about where the crops can and can't grow, it's about the corruption and evil in the world, and grasping men who fear losing their power. Food is a very basic and easy way to gain power after all, and even more riches. If the warlord keeps his people starving and beholden to him, then he has all the power. It's a matter of history. The most obvious example is Stalin, who killed about twenty million people through starvation, but he's just one of many examples, and perhaps the worst."

Well, there was nothing we could do about that, no matter how passionate she seemed to be about world hunger. At least, that's what I'd thought in that moment. In hindsight, I really wished I'd have asked more questions about it back then.

I said playfully, to redirect her ire, "I want a flying gravity car, when that AG thing comes through."

She giggled, "I'll get right on that, master."

I asked, "Master?"

She grinned, "Oh, I'll call you Paul most of the time, but I reserve to the right to flirt and call you sir or master on occasion."

I tilted my head, "And if I told you not to?"

She stuck out her tongue, and she didn't answer the question. It was cute. I also couldn't deny the shallow thrill that went through me when she called me that. Guilt too, but there it was.

She pulled my breakfast off the stove, and she plated it. It looked delicious, and it was.

I was also feeling a bit adventuresome, perhaps from her flirting, she liked being ordered around?

"Be a good girl Mia, get under the table and suck me off while I eat."

She froze for a second, and her eyes widened in shock, lust, excitement, and she started to tremble in anticipation as she dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. She expertly fished my cock out of my boxers, and inhaled it into her sweet, warm, and innocent mouth.

Fuck, it felt amazing, they must have practiced sucking off dildos, but I suppressed the moan of mind-boggling pleasure that almost escaped, and proceeded to ignore her completely, as I slowly ate my food. As if she wasn't even on my mind. It took effort, but it was worth it if I could satisfy her shaming kink.

Her lips were tight, and her tongue magical, as she swirled it around my sensitive tip, played with my sensitive under ridge, sucked, and took me deep into her mouth and against her warm throat.

I almost choked on a piece of bacon, when she swallowed my tip into her tight throat and started to hum around it. Probably would have served me right, but I pushed that small bit of guilt away, she wanted this more than I did, to be used and shamed in a sexual manner. It got her off, and it was, getting her off I mean.

The soft and muffled loving sweet moans coming from under the table assured me that it was true. There was no doubt at all she wanted to be there, servicing me as I ignored her. She made love to my cock with her mouth, worshipped at the altar of my sex, and blew my mind as she sunk all the way down, and I felt her nose touch my lower abdomen, as her tongue snaked out and licked my balls.

I grunted, couldn't hold back the sound of pleasure that escaped my lips, and that drove her crazy, as she started to immediately fuck me with her beautiful innocent face. I couldn't help but look down, and saw her robe was wide open, and she was frigging herself with two fingers in time to her bobbing head, while she caressed my balls, and sucked on my cock like she'd been born to do so.

"The eggs are excellent, and the bacon crispy. I'm pretty satisfied, that my fuck toy knows how to cook too."

Okay, maybe I needed to work on my degradation techniques, but it really wasn't me, it was her kink, I mostly just wanted to cherish her. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but I didn't have the kink to verbally abuse a woman I cared about, so it was the best I could come up with in that moment.

In my further defense, her mouth was fucking magic, and my mind was drowning in euphoria, not exactly a moment to inspire creative nasty talk. I'd totally given up on trying to eat and pretend she wasn't pleasuring me.

"Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth, exactly where it belongs. Swallow every fucking drop, a good cum slut doesn't let any go to waste."

She moaned deeply in begging agreement, in a wanton desire for my seed, and she stopped deep throating and started to jack my base with her hand instead, while she bobbed up and down the rest of it. She timed it perfectly, so she lifted and twisted slightly with her hand, at the same time her head reached the zenith of my cock and her tongue swirled around the head. Fuck, she was amazing at it, and it felt more than intense. Once she'd started that, I lasted maybe thirty more seconds, intense didn't cover it.

"Mia," I warned, and exhorted.

I exploded, and I felt her start to shake as my cock painted the back of her throat. Fuck, that was wild, she'd just come for me as I painted her tongue and throat with my cream. When I came down, I started to eat breakfast like it didn't happen, and ignored her completely. I felt like such a dick, but at the same time I knew it was turning her on, and keeping her at a fever pitch.

She started to lick me lavishly, from base to tip, cleaning up the mess, and keeping me hard. I could also hear the squelching noise of her still playing with herself.

I'd make it up to her, after I finished breakfast, I'd take her over the table...

It was several hours later, we'd done that whole using her thing when I bent her over the table, and then I made her clean my cock with her tongue. After that though, I carried her upstairs, took her to bed, and made sweet love to her.

To both of our surprise, she came the hardest for me, as we did that. She was truly explosive, and came for me over and over, a little harder each time. It turned out that maybe she liked being a cum slut for the others, but maybe less so for me. I was more than okay with that, but we'd still play on occasion.