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I pushed the stick and my cock pressed up into her. It was awkward, but it felt so fucking good.
I pulled the stick back, and it rocked out. After some practice, I found I could fuck her very hard and remarkably quickly.
I rotated her around to face away from me, and fucked her from behind. She screamed, the music vibrated. As she was rocking to my cock, the robot arms moved and started vibrations on her nipples.
"I am going to fucking cum on your cock Jonathan," she screamed, and her pussy started an intense orgasm, tugging on my cock, and squeezing me tightly as she screamed, salivating onto the floor, her hair hanging down from around the straps holding her head.
I fucked her by controlling her chair for a change, forcing her body to do the moving, pumping down onto me, then back up. I spun her around so I could watch her breasts moving as she fucked me, up and down. Her eyes spun in their sockets as she rocked down on me, the lights flickering.
Suddenly the music sped up and both robot arms were on my nipples. My cock was starting to burst, and I couldn't stop it.
"Fucking amazing pussy you have," I screamed, but my voice was all but completely drowned out by the music.
I screamed louder: "I am going to cum now, I am going to end this experiment once and for all. I wanted your body the moment I saw you, and now I am giving you all I have."
The first spurt filled her. Then I lifted her up, spun above her, and the robot arm came down and stroked my orgasm onto her. It sprayed a heavy spurt onto her breasts, and shoulders, and lips. I then motioned to Dr. Harkness who stood nearby mastrubating. She turned and a spurt lept forth onto her tongue. She gulped it down, smiling.
"Keep cumming!" she cried out.
I sprayed again onto the strapping and Susan's belly, ejaculating hard, losing my mind to the music. My eyes closed momentarily as I completed my ejaculation, re-entering her pussy for the final strokes. My mind swirled to the music. I was smiling in post-orgasmic bliss. I let my tongue dart around my mouth, tasting the hormone rush. I laughed out loud briefly.
At that moment I felt a pin-prick in my shoulder. Suddenly, the orgasm faded to euphoria, then to blackness.
The next thing I knew I was waking up in bed, my bed, at home. I was exhausted, the sun was rising, my head was throbbing.
What had happened? Was it all real? Was that a dream?
I wasn't sure. Until I looked down and could see the intense redness where the vibrating tips of the robot had focused on my nipples. It was real. It must have been. Or was it?
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 years agoEnding was too abrupt. Felt like a brief epilogue was needed. Since this author hasn't posted anything in 13 years, looks like we're left hanging. Interesting story and plotline, despite an incomplete ending.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoI get the "Harkness Test" reference, but I don't understand why the writer refers to the doctor as "Harkness" as the doctor introduces herself as "Harnkess" . was her introductory statement of her name a typo, or was later referral to her as "Harkness" a Freudian slip, intentional or otherwise? Thank you for this work, none the less! :)
Anonymousabout 7 years agoI t was a good story that was very different from most. The premise was refreshing. Yes, you forgot some details such as No g/f, then a g/f but that was tolerable. My only problem was with the moving chairs and mechanical arms. I think you overdid that. Would have been better (and more in in line with the rest of the story) by having him simply strapped in observing the ceiling TV and have real women enter the lab to tease him instead of the mechanical arms. Sex with the doctor and grad assistant would have been better after the experiment ended. I hope you do a sequel with his g/f Joan repeating the experiment from a feminine viewpoint. Then have him meet "yoga woman" :-) .
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoI enjoyed your writing, but like someone else pointed out I did a double take when we learn the main character has a g/f when he'd said before he didn't. Then he disgustingly f'in cheats on her with the 2 women. I felt like I wasted all that time reading your story, I'd never voluntarily read about a cheating prick! What a farce! He earlier told his g/f he doesn't act on his fantasies too, BS!
Lastly, you said the experiment will stop automatically if he closes his eyes, the speaker girl told him this yet he does close his eyes "momentarily" as he cums or when he's finishing cumming but his chair kept working. I guess your response will be the "experimental" portion was over.
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoI've been teaching literature for a half-century, 35 of the years as a professor (full professor for the final 13 years at a major university) and have published (among other writings) three books on major 20th century American fictionwriters that were well-received critically. So I feel that my praise of the precision of the author's diction, pace, selection of detail and control of point of view has some validation. Of course the story turns into a feel-good package but so does most pornography. But even here, the way in which gratification is gained in large part from release from stress is well done. What is crucial here is that the author earns his happy ending by the excellence of his prose, which is at least is good as that in some of the fiction that appears in, say, The New Yorker.
