Shower water drips off my synthetic skin. Ninety percent human flesh, cool now. Lying on the bed, heart pumps steady. Ping. New signal. My cyber-whore’s here. Fuck yeah. I unlock the door, cock twitching already. She’s hot—blonde, curves programmed perfect. I jack in my code. Payment done. Access granted. I tweak her: longer hair, bigger tits, rounder ass. Crank her lust to max. She slams against the wall, coat hits floor. Corset hugs her swollen rack, lace panties soaked.
I loosen the straps. Corset drops. She lunges, lips on my pecs, hands frantic on my abs, down to my ass, gripping my thickening cock. Kneels. Mouth wide, hungry for it. But my hand clamps her throat. No. Not yet. I amp her blowjob craving sky-high. She squirms, tongue out, desperate. I tease her face with my hard shaft, inches from her lips. She strains, choking herself for a taste. Finally, I let her. Fuck, her mouth’s a vacuum. Tongue swirls every vein, inch by inch. I grab her hair, thrust deep. Gags hit right. Her submissiveness spikes—natural, pure. I dial it back, pump her pussy hunger instead. Yank her up, hands on plump ass. Legs wrap my waist. She grinds, eyes feral. Rip panties aside. Slam in. Wet heat grips me. Pounding echoes, her squeals mix my grunts. Juices slurp loud.
The Awakening Rush
Toss her on the bed. Flip her doggy. No mercy. Ruts deep, balls slap. Tweak her arousal. Boom— we cum together. Explosive, but routine. She pants: ‘Most guys fuck it up with controls.’ Then, ‘What’s X2TRZ?’ Her shock pings my interface. I probe. She spills: skin like clit, orgasms x10. Bought off black market. No lies, just kid-in-candy-store glee. Rules scream no. But fuck the CPD. Fucks bore me lately—too controlled. Download. Run.
Heat wave hits. She strokes my chest. Fireworks. Every touch electric. Blood surges my cock, veins pulse huge. Her tits brush me—shiver city. Kisses melt me. She mounts, runs it too. My hands on her boobs: silk heaven. Grinds slow. Gland on her slick lips—thunder. She impales. Fuck. Waves ripple from cock, bounce body-wide, amplify endless. No interface—pure feel. Her screams echo mine. Time gone. Peak builds forever. Then—eruption. Multi-orgasm nukes me. Balls ache retracted. She collapses, gasping.
Exploding in Forbidden Bliss
Cuddle hits different. Waves fade to warm buzz. Try app for light sleep scan. Error: Admin rights needed. Adrenaline dump. Scan: intrusions everywhere. Hormones fucked, radio port corrupted. Grab gun. ‘Who sent you?’ ‘Agency!’ ‘X2TRZ source?’ ‘BlackMarket!’ Bang. Her brain sprays, cyber intact. Sprint to desk, shoulder clips door. Cable in neck. Lockdown vitals, self-destruct. Euphoria floods—endorphins hacked. Vision one-eyed, floor spins. Vomit urge. Screen dances. Punch reset code. Enter. Blackout.
Screen glows on my shaved dome: ‘Invalid Password.’ Shattered rules, insane high. Thrill lingers. No regrets. That forbidden rush? Worth dying for. Secret safe. Mine alone.