Massage Room (3)
Chloro's lower mouth clamped tight around my glans. It wasn't some expert squeeze designed to heighten pleasure. No, this was a full-on grip that wouldn't let go—like the legendary vaginal spasm I'd only heard about in stories.
"Shh~ Relax. It's just the initial scan process."
The woman astride me stroked my chest as she spoke. Pfshk. Moments later, the lock released, and my cock plunged deep inside her in one smooth thrust. The intense stimulation that followed. Then the second scan. Every inch of her inner walls gripped my shaft, contracting and relaxing individually. Gathering custom data, no doubt. Those contractions and vibrations all translated to pure bliss.
"Hng~ hng hng~♪"
Chloro hummed with her eyes gently closed, her hips swaying side to side as she clenched around the cock nestled deep in her belly. Her head bobbed slightly left and right with the tune, her full breasts bouncing even more dramatically. Knowing this was just prep work only amplified my anticipation.
Chloro stopped humming and looked down at me, slowly lifting her hips. Pop! I swear on the heavens, I'd never heard a cock slip out of a pussy making that sound before.
"Prep complete."
I could feel the fire in her eyes. The gap between her slightly raised entrance and my cock was barely half a handspan. Gripping her ass with both hands, I slowly drove downward. Schlup. My cock slid smoothly into her depths.
"Haa~"
A sigh escaped me naturally. This was uncanny. No crushing tightness or vice-like grip. Yet it outshone any sex I'd ever had. My cock and her vaginal walls fit together without a speck of space between them. But that union was endlessly gentle. Squelch— when I pushed in with a force of 1, her walls yielded with exactly 1. Squelch. When I pulled back with 1, they advanced with 1. The motion was intense, but the stimulation was impossibly soft. I knew the type: it started subtle, but built into massive pleasure over time. Like scraping every last grain of sand from pleasure receptors in my lower abdomen.
I sped up the motion of her ass in my hands. My honey-coated cock plunged in and out of her hole.
"Ha-ut!"
Chloro let out a moan. "Feels good?" Her eyes gazing at me weren't quite focused.
"Because I have the exact same pleasure nerves as a full human right now."
Connection matters in sex. That's why second-gen dolls like her came equipped with human-like pleasure nerves—to amp up user satisfaction. Fucking an unresponsive partner beats jerking off, but one chasing her own ecstasy? Way hotter. Chloro, tasting real pleasure for the first time, had lost some of that signature AI composure, and it turned me on.
"Your turn to move."
She nodded at my command and began grinding slowly. My freed hands seized her nipples, rubbing them.
"Hngk."
The pressure on my cock intensified bit by bit. It started by waking every single nerve ending with gentle coaxing, now squeezing in earnest. Her grinding face was a sight. The confidence and calm from before faded, replaced by bewilderment and raw craving.
Pfshk! The pleasure on my cock had hit its limit.
"Turn around, just like that."
At my word, she lifted one leg and spun 180 degrees—keeping my cock buried inside, even shaking her ass up and down through it all. Incredible technique. In that brief moment, images burned into my brain: her leg raised like a dog marking territory, our raw coupling exposed, her spread anus. It all fueled my fire.
Chloro gripped my knees, shaking her hips. Squelch—! Her pussy swallowed me to the hilt and clenched hard. Holding that grip, she rose slowly. Midway up, she twisted diagonally to grind against my curved shaft. As my glans nearly emerged, she descended again. Squelch—! Perfect control—grinding from root to tip with intense stimulation, never letting me slip out. Pleasure surged from my lower belly like crashing waves, not just my cock.
Squish. "Hngk!" I seized her ass and slammed down hard. She matched me, clenching fiercer and bucking wildly.
Spurt. Spurt spurt. My vision went white, dizziness hitting as ecstasy peaked, and I unloaded deep in her pussy.
"Haa."
A satisfied sigh slipped out. Even after I came, her inner walls milked me, squeezing out every last drop. No regrets, no leftovers—just pure, draining release.
"Feeling refreshed?"
Chloro had spun back around and collapsed onto my chest. Her massive tits squished half-flat against me, that compressed cleavage demanding my gaze.
"Perfectly." She fingered the base of my cock past my balls. "Your prostate's still got some left, though?"
"I've been holding back a long time."
"One more and you'll be empty?"
"Maybe."
Two explosive rounds with her flawless technique probably hadn't left much. "Back in college, with my first girlfriend, I did it five times in one day at her place."
"Whoa!"
Chloro listened with rapt interest. Real lover stories, not fiction, seemed to excite her more.
"Ran out of condoms at the end. Wiped off with tissues and went raw. Figured even if anything came, it'd be a dribble—and I could just pull out."
"And boom, pregnancy?"
She nailed it. "Young and dumb, didn't overthink it."
"So?"
"Long story short, no condom needed. When I pulled out onto her ass at the peak, not a drop came."
I paused, groping for words. "Just panting. Or twitching is more accurate?"
She burst out laughing. "Now you've got me competitive."
My stamina had recovered fully. "Until the twitching?"
Her eyes drifted south. Limp now. "Gotta get you hard first, then."
With that, she slid down and engulfed my cum-smeared cock in her mouth. Slurp. Just before it vanished, her snake-like tongue wrapped around it. Then her hot lips swallowed it whole. Smack!
Her mouth was scorching, tongue stimulating glans, frenulum, shaft like some tentacled beast. Meanwhile, her hands reached up for my nipples. Ping. Flicking with a finger. Twirl. Pinching and rotating. Scraaaape. Trailing four extended fingers in sequence. Oral below, nipple play above—lightning bolts of pleasure raced through me. Rock-hard in seconds.
Ping! Pop! Final nipple flick as my cock sprang free of her lips.
"Hng—."
Chloro let out an excited whimper, quietly turning to all fours. Splay— She grabbed her cheeks and spread them, revealing her cute anus and sopping, stretched pussy.
"Ahng—"
Her ass quivered cutely as I thrust in. I kept pistoning, gripping her submissive rear, watching my cock plunge in and out. Conquest filled me.
Pfshk! A faint vibration hit below my glans, at the frenulum. Started ticklish, but built fast. If the pistoning was rippling waves, this was pinpoint explosions. Squelch! Her pussy molded perfectly to my size, no gaps. Clenching and releasing in sync with my thrusts. Frenulum vibes on the most sensitive nerves. Chloro's body was sex perfected—an artwork refined to the limit.
"Haaaak!"
"Feels good?" I whispered in her moaning ear.
"Way better than I ima—hng!" She couldn't finish as I hilted deep.
"So good."
Shifted angle, thrusting upward—her ass slapped wetly against my pelvis. "Human sensation... beyond imagination."
Ejaculation surged like an explosion. Squuuueeeze—. She sensed it, contracting to the max for ultimate squeeze. Climax hit.
"Ahngk—"
I blasted into her spasming depths. Plop. Pulled out from her crushing grip. Twitch twitch. On all fours, submissive and twitching, cum leaked from her pussy. No trace of her usual softness or poise.
Throb. No hands needed—a flex of my abs sent my cock leaping onto her ass like a flopping mackerel. Drip drip. Her quivering cheeks coaxed out the last drops from my slit.
"Still coming, huh."
A grin spread across my face. Squish. "Ahngk—!" She moaned as I gripped her ass hard.
"Ma, Manager?"
"Once more should do it."
We merged again. Right after cumming, going again is tough—but long abstinence and the twitching challenge lit the fire. Later, we hit the bathroom together. Clean but ragged, we headed to the bedroom. For sleep, not more sex.