A 19-year-old enjoys the talents of her new Android.All characters are over the age of 19.Thanks to Darksage for editing, once again. — The cool, plastic countertop did little to cool Sophie’s flushed body as she cried out in ecstasy. Her red flushed bosom pushed onto the cold surface along with the side of her face, her arms haphazardly strewn across it in disregard. Her left leg was kicked up, the sole of her foot pressed against the surface of the countertop, opening her pussy lips wide for the heavy intruder fucking her body into submission with every thrust. It put the appendage in her direct line of sight to observe the happenings. Said happenings had to do with the canned peaches coloured nail polish brush Seven wielded in his left hand, the very brush that expertly slashed across her toenails; not even a single drop of paint marred her skin. It was times like these that reminded Sophie that Seven was a robot. If it had been any other ordinary man, she would have guessed half of her foot to be covered in nail polish and the bottle to have been knocked over and leaking its content all over the countertop. Seven’s spare fingers gave her clit a pinch, knocking her straying thoughts back to the activity at hand. Seven could most assuredly multi-task her brains out. With an inward, snapping thrust of his hips, he gave a perfectly timed stroke across her nail, as had been the rhythm for the last three hours. She didn’t know how many coats of paint she had got, nor did she honestly care. With an upward surge of his cock and another swipe, Sophie gave a soft whine in the back of her throat, the agonising way Seven slowly retracted her cock was killing her, the only simple reprieve he gave her was the way her circled her clit, plucking it like a guitar string. His thumb and middle finger pulled back the hood of her clit as they stationed both sides of it, his index finger rolling the once hidden pearl, taunting and teasing the nerves. She could do nothing in her prone position except gyrate her hips as he thrust forwards quickly again, saliva dribbling from the corner of her lips to pool on the table below her. She gave another whine as her pussy convulsed for what felt like the millionth time today, so worn out and used she couldn’t tell when another orgasm was coming. They were simply insatiable, roving over her body at their own will, taking her mind whenever they pleased with no warning. Another gush of fluid eased from her used pussy, pulling a grunt from Seven as it lubricated his heavy cock even more. A moan was torn from Sophie’s throat as Seven logically concluded now would be the best time to add his own flavour to the mix and with a rough, deep surge he seated his stretching cock firmly within Sophie. The head of his cock knocked against the entrance to her womb, causing her to grit her teeth just before she felt a warm liquid shoot into her snatch, coating her walls with its synthetic juices. She could only wither helplessly as her robotic lover pumped her so full of his cream that it gushed out around his cock to splatter against the floor, painting her thighs and dribbling down her leg. She adored how much he could cum, loved it when he shot his load so deeply inside that it would never come out. Her pussy clenched down again, trying to milk Seven’s cock for all it was worth as she gave a hearty pant, her body covered in a thin film of sweat. As Seven finished pumping the entirety escort beylikdüzü of his balls into her tight, aching and hungry little snatch, he leant down, his long, thick tongue swiping across her shoulder blade. Touching the sensitive skin with his slick appendage, Sophie could only shiver as he teased her overwrought flesh.”Seven.” She whined, trying to bat at the teasing bot, only giggling as he moved his head out of the range of her hand, yet not letting up on the tasting of her skin. Seven had learnt quickly that sometimes when she told him to stop, or alluded to that, that she, in fact, did not want him to stop. For a robot to pick up on that so quickly and to be able to recognise it so easily astounded Sophie, men had been having that exact problem for millions of years. ‘Male robots are far more insightful than their counterparts.’ She thought, her face erupting in a grin as she giggled again, Seven’s hair floating down to tickle her cooling body, ‘Though it’s probably just his programming or his AI. Robots pay more attention than men, they have no other distractions.’ She concluded that it was nothing special as she shivered, her body breaking out in goose bumps. Seven paused with his tongue on her skin, the finely attuned sensors in the appendage picking up on her dropping body temperature. Deciding now would be the ideal time to clean up; his right arm snaked under Sophie’s belly, easily pulling her from the countertop. Her back hit his chest with a squelch, gravity pulling her heavy body downwards to impale on his still hard cock, forcing more of his cock into her cunt and in return, pushing more of his cum out as it splattered against the floor and began running down both of her legs. “Ah, shit, Seven.” She cursed in delight as her nails bit into the steel band of an arm, her eyes screwing closed in delight as she grit her teeth, toes curling in ecstasy. “My apologise.” His voice purred from behind her as he began to walk, every step knocking his erect cock against another part of her still sensitive pussy. His body moved behind her as he strode towards the bathroom causing her own to shift and bounce, squeezing more cum out of her tight little snatch, leaving a trail in their wake. Sophie was unable to do anything, pulled off the floor and trapped to Seven’s chest she could do nothing, a prisoner to Seven’s height and strength. As they approached the bathroom, the door easily slid open to reveal a standard bathroom, a toilet, a sink and a shower big enough to fit two people easily, so it was more than a little cosy with Seven in there. The hulky CB could take up room enough for two people easily enough. Not that Sophie minded, less room meant more skin on skin time with her blue-haired barbarian and he certainly didn’t mind getting the spots she couldn’t reach. With his spare hand Seven easily swung open the shower door, reaching in he pushed the button to turn the shower on, already set to her favourite temperature. It was with a spasm that Sophie found herself pulled off of Seven’s cock and set on the floor, Seven hands swallowing her chubby waist as he steadied her; her legs weren’t quite used to supporting her weight just yet. With a couple of second of recuperation Sophie waddled into the shower, cum overflowing from her stretched snatch, her arse red from the constant slapping of Seven’s crotch into her supple cheeks. As she entered under escort akbatı the lukewarm spray, she gave her body a quick rub over with her hands, her palms rubbing over her supple chest as she gave a sigh of delight. After about thirty seconds, enough time for her to wet her body and rinse off some of the evidence of their romp, Seven entered the shower, his towering body blocking the spray completely as it bounced off his back. Sophie simply turned to him, her hands immediately affixing themselves to his chest as she cleaned off his artificial sweat. ‘Helps them appear more human,’ she hummed to herself, ‘if it gets hot, they sweat, if they do physical activity, they sweat. Makes them look more human, hence more believable.’ Sophie certainly had to agree with that, if it wasn’t for the fact that most robots were outrageously gorgeous or had increasing odd features she’d have never been able to tell them apart from humans. Not that she always could, she’d thought the cute couple several apartments down her hallway were completely human, turns out the girl was a Fem-CB. She never would have known if she hadn’t seen the Fem-CB throw her owner over her shoulder in one go. Dropping to her knees her hands quickly slid up his muscular calves, giving them a soft, innocent massage as she went, a light and pretty hum bouncing from her lips. Her firmly pressed fingers quickly moved up to his massive thighs, they had to be as thick as tree branches. Pressing the pads of her fingers into the ‘muscles’ she gave them a deep massage, her eyes wandering to the heavy cock blatantly pointing at her face, though. She blinked, wondering why he hadn’t deflated yet, as was norm, but she simply gave it a shrug, use to all of the little glitches Seven showed every now and again. ‘May as well take advantage of it, though.’ She thought with a wicked chuckle as she cast a grin up at Seven as he watched her, her right hand coming to wrap around the base of his cock. Keeping her eyes locked with Seven’s dark sapphire orbs, her tongue gave the head a gentle lap, the flavour of her own juices bursting over her tongue with its musky tang while the familiar, sweet flavour of Seven puckered her saliva glands, forcing more spit into her mouth, ‘Strawberries.’ She cooed in delight. She had always heard semen tasted rather horrid, so when picking out a flavour for Seven’s cum, she’d picked strawberries instead of O Natural. It was one of his robotic ‘features’ that she adored. Seven simply gave a grunt, his hand coming to burrow in her thick hair as she gave the top of his cum soaked cock another lick, her broad tongue sweeping over the head. She placed open mouth kisses down the side of his cock, her tongue laving over the heated, soft, silken shaft until she reached about halfway. Using the hand holding his cock firmly, she slapped his heavy cock against the side of her face, her nipples tightening at the erotic feeling as cum and water splashed off her cheek at the impact. Pulling his cock away from her face again, a long, line of cum strung from her chubby cherub cheek to the tip of his cock. Seven gave a snort of amusement as he looked down, causing Sophie to giggle in return, she knew there was no reason for her to do this, to try and please Seven, but she wanted to, she needed to; besides, she found it heavenly. She smacked his thick cock against the side of her face again, giving a soft coo at the escort beylikdüzü firm, masculine feeling of his cock slapping into her cheek. Giving a hum she closed her eyes, rubbing the side of her face against his still hard shaft. Smearing the tip of his cock through the patch of cum glued to her cheek, she pressed her small yet pouty lips to the top of his shaft in a soft kiss before investigating his ‘urethra’ with the tip of her tongue. Pressing even further forwards her lips slowly began to stretch around the head of his cock, blossoming open to accept the circumcised beast into her supple young mouth. The head just by itself forced her to open her jaw as wide as possible, least her teeth scratch over her robots cock; the owner’s manual may have assured her they feel no pain, but they would react the same as if they did. The companies left no stone unturned in their pursuit for total human realism. As his cock sat heavy on her tongue, she braced her hands on his thighs, chancing a look up at the bot as his hand tightened in her hair. She gave a doe eyed blink of her mid blue hued orbs, as she slowly felt Seven push her head forwards, her mouth languidly easing open as he slid his thick cock into her. As his shaft rasped over the taste buds of her tongue, his head nearing the back of her throat, her grip tightened minutely causing Seven to freeze. As Seven reached down to Sophie, three-quarters of his cock stuffed into her mouth, he easily swept up her soaked hair into a make-shift ponytail with his spare hand. His other hand quickly wrapped the new locks around itself. Sophie gave a pleased sound at the back of her throat, now that she had all of that pesky hair out of her face, causing the corners of Seven’s lips to perk at the approval. Slowly he began to ease her off his shaft again, her lips stretching over the artificial skin of his cock. When all that resided in her gaping mouth was the head of his cock, he slowly eased her head back in again, slowly picking up a rhythm as Seven guided her. To anyone else that owned a CB or not, this would have seemed like a very bazaar situation. After all, the CB, the submissive position in the relationship, was in the dominant position, controlling its master. But Sophie was different from most owners, hell, she was different from most humans. She liked it when Seven shared with her his sexual knowledge, she was a virgin, after all, she may have known the workings of a blow job but she certainly did not know how to expertly give one. Seven, however, did. So, he taught her, becoming her lover and her teacher. Just like how he was teaching her how to take a proper face fucking right now. Giving a grunt as he slid Sophie down to the three-quarter mark they had soundlessly agreed on, he gave a flex of his hip, sliding his cock out from her gaping maw. The positioned had changed now, Seven moved and Sophie controlled. He would slide in roughly, completely ignoring the set boundaries forcing Sophie to move her hands up to his hips to regulate his thrusts, just like she would have had to do if she was with a human partner. She gave a stiff gag as Seven slipped in a bit far, causing her eyes to water and the heel of her palm to thump against his bony hip. He immediately slipped further out; taking note that Sophie obviously wasn’t ready to experiment with deep-throating. He once again resumed his thrusting, his grip tightening in her hair as his pumping hips became faster and far more forceful. The taste of Seven rolled around Sophie’s mouth, from the sweet strawberry flavouring of his artificial semen to the salty tang of his sweat, even the synthetic skin covering his cock tasted different from anywhere else on his body.