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Jackie and the Phallic Android Visit: Part 2.
Jackie's appetites awaken for more of delicious Sam.
Based on a post by Alizzia. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Sam stood to step away from Jackie's ravished naked body. He was about to sync up to the command Android system for a status and debrief mode.
"Wait, no," said Jackie, grabbing his arm and yanking him down onto her sweaty hot body. She rolled up onto him and laid upon his chest. She cuddled and ran her fingers up the back of his neck and head; before biting him on the shoulder. She ground against his hip bone for a moment, still exquisitely wet. Sam's cock bounced against her leg, only a little diminished in its excited girth. "I've been in stasis for too long for one orgasm to cut it."
Jackie shifted down, clasped her feet around the android's buttocks. She slowly slid her slick cunt over his shaft, felt him harden completely under her. She craned her neck, kissed him.
"I do hope your leg is alright," he said, breaking the kiss.
"It's fine. Shut up and fuck me."
"Intercourse?" Sam conjectured.
"Yup." Jackie said with a horny aggression in her continence.
With purpose, Sam took her by the bottom, slowly lowered her to his cock. The phallic head just brushed her cunt lips, became instantly slick. Slowly, gently, he lowered Jackie onto him. Jackie made a face.
With an excited hop, she pulled herself down, took the full extent of the android's cock. Sam hummed, throatily. Jackie gasped a little. "That's more like it," she said, wiggling. Girl-cum pooled around the base of Sam's shaft, white and clear. Jackie shifted, bounced on the cock a few times, experimentally.
"Just like a real boy," she grinned. Sam's expression had grown serious. The little lines around his eyes deepened. He hummed luxuriantly whenever Jackie bounced. Jackie bit his lower lip, tugged. "Come on."
With a few quick motions, Sam flipped her back, tits-up, parallel to his hips. He seized her by the waist, pulled her away, thrust. There was a soft, wet sound. Jackie groaned. Sam repeated, slowly, pulled himself and Jackie together again and again. Jackie let a hand slide to her clit, felt her lips parting for the android's thrusts, just below. She rubbed, watched Sam's body curl and flex with every thrust.
"You can go faster, Sam;'
He did. Jackie moaned, aroused by the quick, wet thump of Sam's hips against her bottom. She hung there in space, slid side to side in space by strong hands at her hips. Every time Sam filled her up, she exhaled, shallow.
"Jackie."
"Uh, Sam, don't fucking stop." The android was palpable inside her as she began to clench around him.
"Jackie, really, its quite important."
"Let me cum first"
There was a weird rush in Jackie's ears. They turned suddenly sideways in space, abruptly thumped to the edge of the bed. Jackie lay there for a moment, legs splayed, irritated. "The spin, Jackie," said Sam, where he had landed beside her.
"Yeah," said Jackie, climbing atop him. She straddled his hips, picked up his cock to touch her dripping lips. "Whatever," she said, sliding atop him. She hummed. The already girthy cock felt even more substantial, in gravity. She gave a few bounced, ground for a moment, watched the android's eyes flutter. Jackie spread her fingers on the broad chest before her, dug in a little. She started to bounce.
"You are a lot like a real boy, Sam," she said, savoring every impact against her clit and mons. She bounced faster. "You feel nice and warm, and hard. Good replication," she said, leaning forward over him, grinding. Their chests touched. Jackie bit his neck, heard his breath speed up. She extended the angle of her bend legs, a bit, invited Sam to contribute to the fucking. He did. Jackie shook, exhaled with every wet impact, slipped her hand between her legs, again. "Good energy, good attitude." She gasped. "Knows how to please a girl." She kissed him, moaned into his mouth. Her thighs began to shake. Her fingers fanned. Sam's thrusts became more powerful as he competed with the clenching walls of her cunt. Jackie shuddered, came.
"I am," said Sam, panting as Jackie gripped him, trembling on his now-still cock. "Glad you are satisfied."
"Wait," said Jackie, sitting up. Her hair was a sweated mess.
"We have to see," she said, panting, creeping down to the android's throbbing phallus. "If they replicated everything." Her mouth closed around him. Sam shook, stretched one arm overhead. The other gripped the back of Jackie's head, softly. She bobbed there, took great, wet strokes with engorged lips.
Sam shook, arched his back, bent the knee Jackie straddled. It bumped her ass, left a wet print. "Oh, Specialist Jackie," he moaned.
"Hmm?" moaned Jackie, lips wrapped around him.
"I think it's only courteous to warn I'm going to cum."
Jackie pulled her head off him, smiled, began to pump the cock with both hands, and placed her lips over his head. In a few strokes of her small hands, Sam's hips bucked into Jackie's mouth. He groaned, loud. She hummed, first with pleasure, then wetly in surprise. Still pumping, she pulled her lips away, and a gooey splash of white poured over her hands.
"Wow," she said, marveled at him spurting. She licked her lips. "It's sugar," she laughed. Panting, Sam's orgasm died down. He panted, chest heaving. Jackie licked the sugary cum from his cock, crawled up to his head. She placed a wet, sugary kiss, on his lips.
"Sucrose-based," she smiled, pulling away. "Sweet robot." She wrapped a leg around him, cuddled the sweat and sugar-covered android.
"I do hope this will help your recovery," said Sam, crinkly eyes smiling. He lay there, limp.
"Oh, I think so."
"Good. I do enjoy helping you.'
"Cuddle me. Silly robot."
"Yes, Jackie." He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her tight.
Jackie watched the red and purple of the nebula play over the ceiling. "Sam, I think this assignment will be a good one," she said, sleepily.
"I do think we have become a compatible lighthouse crew."
"That's one way to put it."
They lay still for a moment. Jackie's breathing slowed, relaxed.
"It is a shame I'll be replaced in a month" said Sam.
Jackie didn't respond. She had fallen fast asleep.
Jackie finds her android crew mate grows ever sweeter;
"She fucked the service android?" Bastain squinted over his quartz desk, pointed with an onyx vapor cig.
"It would appear so, Sir," said Lan, an ice-blonde woman, expressionless.
"How do we know?"
"Sir, the unit in question, a Ceres-6, filed an anomalous precept mutation in its automated report." She glanced down to a card-thin tablet in her white-gloved hands. "We pulled this off its experience record." She flicked the tablet screen, and a video transferred to the large holomonitor behind Bastain. The man swiveled in his chair, frowning, watched.
On screen played a point-of-view video. A recording, taken through an android's eyes, of a nude, curly-haired woman excitedly sucking the same android's not-inconsiderable cock. She bobbed, head guided by a large, gentle hand, amidst droplets of passionate fluids suspected in micro-gravity Her floating hair was backlit by the glowing morass of a red-and-purple nebula shon through a great void-window. Her expression, dully fixed, matched the android's lusty moans and fixated stare. Bastain stared, cig drooping.
"Oh, Specialist Jackie," moaned the audio track. The hand tightened. The woman onscreen hummed, eyes smiling as she pulled her engorged lips over the wide and shining cock. The android moaned again. "I think it's only courteous to warn I'm going to— "
The screen cut out. The ice-haired woman lifted her finger from the pause key. Bastain still stared, blank. "Christ." Surreptitiously, he adjusted the crotch of his slacks before swiveling back around. "She did fuck him." He took a long hit off the vaporcig. Wisps spiraled from his nostrils. Briefly, he gazed past Lan, frowned at the sweet greenery of a misty garden world framed beyond. Abruptly, he looked up. "How the hell did she do to manage that?"
"Sir," said Lan. "During 24 hours' contact with Comm-engineering Specialist Jacqueline Kent, the unit sys-named 'Sam,' mutated the following precepts in response to the Specialist's behavior;' She cleared her throat, read:
"Physical perception: plus fifty-seven percent. Social Assertion: plus fifteen percent. Tonal Formality: minus twenty percent. Individualized Affection: plus eighty-eight percent." She paused, looked at Bastain. "Sexuality: plus one-hundred percent."
"Jesus." Bastain ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper quiff. "Are they meant to do that?"
"Yes and no, Sir."
"Yes and no?"
Lan recited, blankly. "Ceres-6s were the first Serault Corporation model to feature full behavioral precept mutability. Like most Ceres models, they were designed to self-adapt and facilitate maximum social compatibility with small crews." She paused, tilted her head. An icy lock fell over one eye. She brushed it away. "However, the model has a flaw: Their mutation is constrained by no delimiters, save Asimov's Amended Laws. As a result, they—"
"Turn into fornicators," interrupted Bastain. "If their crew mates are turned on?"
"Sir, there have been seventeen reports of individual crews engaging in sexual activity with their Ceres-6 service models."
"So, yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
Bastain sat and vaped a moment. He adjusted his tie. "Is this mutation affecting Specialist Jacqueline; "He screwed up his eyes for a moment, corrected himself. "Uh, Specialist Kent's efficiency?"
Lan blinked her blue-raspberry eyes. "As of yet, Sir, we do not have enough labor data to judge either Specialist Kent's baseline or affected efficiency at this post. Either way, the unit sys-named 'Sam' is scheduled to be replaced by a new-model Ceres-8 in less than a standard month."
"Ah, well." Bastain shrugged. "I guess that works out." Vapor swirled around his gray eyes, white as the tropical steam outside.
"Will that be all, Sir?" asked Lan.
Bastain looked up. "Yeah. Thanks."
Lan briefly twitched a smile, turned to leave through the plate-glass door.
"Lan," said Bastain, to her pencil-skirt clad back.
"Sir?" she turned.
"Remind me." The man squinted. "What model are you?"
Voice level, Lan pronounced: "Eris-7, Sir. Courtesy model."
"Ah, I think I remember you saying that." An awkward smile tugged Bastain's face. "Thank you."
"Of course, Sir."
"And, Lan?"
"Sir?"
"Leave the tablet."
"Sir." She did. The ceramic handheld clicked on the quartz desktop. Bastain watched her go; watched her small hand wrap round the door, watched her teardrop hips, swaying, clad in clinging black. He blinked, sighed, picked up the tablet. With a finger, he touched the Play key, elicited quiet audio and moving images from the ceramic slate. "-to warn you I'm going to cum." After ensuing sounds of ecstasy from both parties, he turned it off, put it down.
"Fucked her android," he muttered, shaking his head. "What an idea."
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Jackie awoke, floating. She shifted, confused for a moment, then smiled, remembering, as she felt the firm grasp of Sam's broad arms round her chest and belly. She touched the corded, lightly haired forearms, hugged them, held one large hand warm to her tit. Sam hugged her back. Firmly, warm. Affectionate.
"Good morning, Specialist Jackie."
Jackie felt dried sugar crackle on her lips. Without opening her eyes, she turned around in Sam's grasp, pulled his mouth to hers. For a moment, she kissed him hard, let her sugar-coated tongue slip between the android's pliable lips. She broke free, opened her eyes. "Good morning Sam," she said, licking luxuriantly. "Happy I didn't dream fucking you."
"Good morning," said Sam, again. He smiled, and the little lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled delicately. "Though, it is, in reality, just after Earth-standard noon."
Jackie's eyes widened. "Fuck, the traffic," she gasped, wriggled for a moment, winced. She clutched her leg, felt the stretched, tight material of a flex-bandage around her thigh. It was her only garment. "Fuck," she said again. "Hurts more than it did yesterday."
"That's to be expected."
"We need to work, Sam! The lighthouse has to function."
Sam hugged her. "Don't worry, Jackie. You may recall I set the lighthouse to transmit a detour notice, per Company policy. We may resume work after the conclusion of your twenty-four-hour healing period. Of which an hour remains, by my count." Sam smiled again. "And I do insist you enjoy it."
Jackie startled, winced. She squirmed, attempted to get out of the sleep webbing. "I've been asleep for twenty hours?"
"Yes. Though you did wake to urinate shortly ago, which you appear not to recall. The corrective clot I applied to your leg included a metabolic enhancer. It encourages deep sleep for efficient healing. You are likely to be— "
"Fucking hungry," said Jackie, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips again. She unclipped her webbing, floated away from Sam. "Oh, shit." She said, realizing her mistake. Untethered, she drifted across the room, hair and tits buoyant, bounced gently off the ceiling, then into the broad window-floor. A duotone magenta, cast by the vast and swirling nebula beyond, suffused her space-pale, depilated skin with curious shades of pink red.
"You need mag boots, Jackie," said Sam. Still under the webbing, he maneuvered his legs over the bed, retrieved one of two pairs of boots stuck to the transparent-alloy window-floor. He tugged them on, and, naked save for those red and silver boots, kicked over to Jackie, second pair in hand. Handily, he caught her around the waste. Jackie clung to his front, wrapped her feet around him, kissed him softly. Her nipples, quite hard, brushed the blond fur of his chest.
"Come now, Specialist," said Sam, with good humor, peeled her off. With deliberate force, he turned her about, and employing her hips and waist as grips slightly more than was required, tugged the second pair of boots over her small feet. Jackie cleaved back to him immediately after, and Sam held her in return. She nuzzled into his neck, enjoyed his scent of soap and sweat, caressed the broad hands wrapped round her body.
"Thanks, Sam." She then connected, likewise naked, save for boots and bandage, to the magnetic face of the window. Sam settled beside. Jackie, considerably smaller, placed her hands on the wide rounds of his shoulders. "Let's please get some food."
"Wait a moment," smiled Sam, nearly a smirk. He held her close, sniffed her. "Did you bathe, yesterday?"
Jackie blushed, frowned. "Not really. I, uh, ran out of my water ration."
"I think a shower is in order, first. Don't you think?"
For a moment, Jackie was annoyed. Then, her face brightened. She let her fingers play over the android's chest. "I think that might be; Fun." She continued to draw her touch across Sam's pecs, over the cut ridges of his serratus anterior muscle, then round his back. "But the spin hasn't started, yet," she said, drew the tip of her tongue along his jaw. "Can't shower in micro-gravity"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "True. We have seven minutes before the artificial gravity cycle starts."
"Hmm,"
Jackie pulled close, warm, smushed her tits against Sam, rubbed her cheek against his chin. With a soft click, she detached one mag boot from the window-floor, lifted to wrap a bare leg about Sam. She pulled herself in, wiggled her hips, hummed in contentment as she ground the wetness between her legs into Sam's thigh. The android's cock, now beginning to swell, pressed, bent, into her front. "I think that's enough," she said, throaty.
Sam lifted his chin, let Jackie lick and nibble little lines of wet kisses up his neck. "Enough for what, Jackie?"
Jackie slid a hand down Sam's abs, grabbed the base of his cock. It twitched, straightened. "Time for more of you." She stroked him, felt a glaze of sugary cum flake under her touch. The cock darkened, thickened with arousal. Veins stood out from its girth.
At that, Sam took her by the chin with one hand, seized her ass in the other. He squished her rump close to him, lifted her chin, her parted lips close to his. Her soft flesh dimpled, firm, under his fingertips. "How do you want me?"
"Inside me," gasped Sam, intrigued by her partner's sudden engagement. She pressed her pubic mound into the android's hard, muscled thigh, left a spot of wet arousal. "Fuck me. Standing up. Like this."
There was a click. Jackie's other mag boot disconnected from the floor. Her knees bent. She floated free in Sam's grasp; toes pointed towards the ceiling. With one hand, she wrapped an elbow around his neck, dragged her lips the last inch to his, kissed him with more tongue than gentle lip.
While he kissed her, Sam transferred both hands to clasp the very bottoms of Jackie's ass cheeks, just where they met her thighs. First, he squeezed, then stretched them apart, slightly opening the eager, pink lips just within. Jackie moaned into his mouth. A little rivulet of girlcum floated from between her legs, stuck to the strong hands manipulating the tingling skin of her ass.
"Uh." Jackie gasped. "Fuck me, robot. I want that sweet cock in me again." She thrust her hips forward, grinned as she felt her mons bump into the soft head of Sam's cock.
"Of course, Jackie." The android flipped her around by the hips, turned her ass-up and horizontal in front of him. Jackie yelped, found herself, surprised, facing down at the nebula. Then, she moaned. Sam had just then split her legs, pulled her by her angled thighs just a half inch onto his hard girth.
The Specialist's labia just barely gripped the hot, hard phallus between her legs, slicked it with arousal and Sam's own smeared precum. "Fuck," said Jackie. She tried, futilely, to thrust herself farther down onto the cock, but Sam held her in place.
"Come on," she said, grabbed the hands gripping her thighs. "Don't you want to give it to me!"
Sam looked down at her, at her narrow waist and the taught lines down the center of her flexed back. He let one fingertip stroke her from neck to tailbone, trace around where his cock just split her sopping bits. Jackie spasmed just a little, moaned. "Please," she said, wet lips panting.
"I find," said Sam. "My precepts have further altered to suit your personality, dear Specialist Jackie." He pulled her just a quarter of an inch farther down his shaft. The woman groaned, looked back at the hands which kept her locked quote firmly there by the ass and lower back.
"How?" She said.
"You have a fascinating character trait." He gave her just a hint more cock, twitched a crinkle-eyed smile as she arched her head, shut her eyes, hummed in anxious delight. "You enjoy giving me orders, but you also enjoy being handled, to submit just as much as you dominate."
He pressed further in, let Jackie's eager womanhood take a little more. He felt her abs tense, and her small muscles twitched inside, as if trying to draw him in. "My stochastic feedback engine found that you reacted well to a hint of dominance in return, given
