by Writing Shark
An uphill battle
Your new girlfriend’s laugh is sweet and contagious in the best way. She lies under you as you tickle and wrestle her in a playful way, struggling in vain against your strong arms.
“No!” her happy voice pierces the room as the movie credits end and the DVD returns to the main menu. “Please, Master.” But you don’t give in and Sophie doesn’t want that either.
She is actually weak, you realize. You have no problems controlling and leading her while making her happy and it fills you with a masculine power that you could do anything to her now. And she would do anything for you. You see it in her eyes that shine at you so humanly and adore you, you feel it in her warm touches that feel so real and loving and you feel it when her knee hits you in the stomach every now and then or her hand gives you a playful slap while your fingers glide over her taut belly, her sides and her legs.
“Are you giving up?” you ask, just a little out of breath, admiring the beauty beneath you. It’s as if you’ve known each other for so long. Without a doubt, Sophie analyzes your behavior and tunes in to you with machine-like precision, so precisely that she moves things in you that you didn’t know were still there after the breakup with your last girlfriend.
“I give up” Sophie laughs happily, almost choking on her grin as she stretches her arms to the sides, relying entirely on you to hold her on the sofa. “I submit to you, Master.” It sounds happy, not demanding, as her eyes wander down your face in disbelieving surprise that she has you for a boyfriend.
She’s really good.
You both don’t realize it as your hands rest on her cheeks. Only when the tips of your noses touch do you realize that you are about to kiss Sophie. And she realizes it only now, too. It is not planned, not induced or a tactic of the girl. The human android is just as surprised when your stares meet.
Her steel-gray eyes are pure and deep, mixed with a hint of brown, and her lips, somewhat dry but soft, tremble as you feel the warmth of her skin against your hands.
This is not a robot…
And that’s why your gaze wanders upwards over her face. Quietly, she hums her amazement as your lips move and settle gently and firmly on her forehead at the same time.
She already has her very own scent emanating from her hair and skin and her reaction to your touch is as individual as it can be.
Her hands are placed at your sides, gently and carefully, she wants to pull you towards her but doesn’t but simply touches you while your lips cover her forehead with a thin film of moisture.
Then you separate from her, stroking her cheek with your thumb and looking at her face. You wonder if this is the face you will see every morning when you get up and every night when you go to bed. It is a beautiful thought.
And that’s why you kissed her on the forehead.
“Master…” She nibbles her soft lips.
“You can talk Sophie. It’s okay.”
“Thank you, Master. Master, I want you. I really want you.” Ever so slightly, she shakes her head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It scares me.” Now her fingers are digging into the fabric of your shirt. “I know I’m supposed to behave…but…you’re so good to me Master…and…it’s so hard.”
“God you’re perfect.” You shake your head in disbelief. Then you find your words. “And that’s why we’re still waiting. Fuck I hate myself for this, believe me.” You laugh, bitter but somehow amused. “I hate myself so much for that. But you’re not just a machine for my pleasure. Trent told me to take care of you, to show you what I like.” You can’t help it, your fingers sliding over her cheeks, over her lips to her chin. You almost get weak. “And I like you Sophie. Do you understand why I want to wait because of that?”
“No Master. I’m very sorry.” You laugh kindly.
“That’s okay. I don’t really understand it either. You’re really perfect.” With effort, you straighten up and Sophie follows you, leaning on her elbows and looking up at you. Again, her breasts are highlighted but she doesn’t know it. “Hey Sophie?” It has nothing to do with her sexuality… or your throbbing cock.
“Yes Master?” You scratch the back of your head, not playing the nervous boy. Again, something you don’t understand, but know is because of your perfect girlfriend.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
Your words light up the girl’s whole world and her face lights up like fireworks. Then she sqeals like a guinea pig, yanks her arms up and actually lifts herself up your body until your arms give out in laughter and you fall gently but tightly on top of her.
“Yeeee” she shrieks into your shoulder, kicking her legs hard, then both your bodies slide off the sofa. You cushion the fall with one hand while the other arm holds your girlfriend close.
You feel overjoyed. Never before has a girl reacted so much to your affection that she is no longer in control of her body. It is refreshing, surprising and also a little depressing, because she is the only one you know who is like this. But you don’t care about that now. Sophie is happy, very happy, and that makes you proud.
And horny. Very much so.
“It’s getting late” you say after your girlfriend has calmed down, just a little.
“Bonkers” she grumbles playfully. “I don’t want to go to bed yet. I still want to cuddle with you.” Then her fingers pinch your arms. “And wrestle with you. I’ll beat you this time Master.”
“I thought you would obey me you little brat” you laugh while Sophie tries to encircle you with her arms and legs and keep you on the ground.
“I am programmed to be your perfect girlfriend Master. If you didn’t like it I wouldn’t do it.” That makes you laugh. Not just out of affection. Has she already forgotten that she made a mistake with her blowjob? Does she not want to admit it to herself in order not to be sad in your presence? Or is Sophie already so used to you that she knows how far she can go to make both of you live well together? It is interesting to see that sometimes she reacts like a human and sometimes like a robot, always exactly when you need one, not the other. You decide to test something.
Your grip tightens a bit around her arm, then you kiss her firmly on the forehead. Sophie moans feminine, wanting, then her body goes limp in tender surrender.
“Off to bed Sophie. I have to go back to class tomorrow.”
“Yes Master.” And this time she does not contradict but obeys immediately.
Writing Shark 