by Writing Shark
Your girl strips for you
It’s not that you don’t want to stay awake, but tomorrow you have to attend a class at the university and you have to be rested for it.
Besides, you’re afraid you won’t be able to resist the perfect body of your new roommate and girlfriend for much longer.
Who would deny such a person sex, you ask your reflection in the bathroom mirror. And she wants it too! What’s wrong with you?
You sigh softly and put down your toothbrush, then join Sophie in the bedroom. The girl sits patiently on the bed and waits for you. Then she surprises you by brushing her teeth as well, pulling a toothbrush of her own out of her large bag.
“I want to be as human as possible for you Master. Besides, I ate something today and I don’t want to stink when you…” She blushes, turns on her heel and disappears into the bathroom.
But her words, though unintentional, still achieved their goal.
“Ready for bed Master.” Sophie has put on a long shirt, also provided by Trent, and is about to say goodbye and go to the living room to sleep.
“Wait.” She even stumbles a bit when she hears your voice.
“Yes Master?” Her eyes twinkle hopefully and her lips are parted a bit. You take a deep breath, never having treated a girl like this before.
“Undress.” You almost want to take back your command but Sophie hesitates on her own and doesn’t make you look like a monster.
“Are y-you s-sure Master? I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t…”
“Take your clothes off Sophie,” you say again and smile, hopefully encouraging. “You’ve seen mine, then your Master gets to see yours, right?”
“Y…” Her voice trails off. She is so overwhelmed that her core processes are going crazy. “Yes.”
It takes you some work not to laugh, so beautiful is Sophie. And so clumsy she fulfills her role of being an eye catcher. It takes her two tries to take off her shirt and when she stands in front of you in just a pair of gray shorts she actually blushes.
“I hope you like me Master,” she says meekly and can’t look at you. “I don’t know what my builder was thinking making them so small but…” She lowers her hands anyway and shows herself to you as you want.
“We’re a couple now Sophie,” you say, having thought carefully about how to make this nice, loving machine happy. As a man, you know what it’s like to be reduced to size. At your words she begins to tremble slightly. Then you stand up and only a girl, a real girl, can squeal as femininely as Sophie does as your hands touch her hips. “I look forward to showing you what a great person you can be.”
“Master…” she whispers and looks up at you.
“And now the panties” you grin.
“Yes” she says with new fire in her voice that battles her shyness. Then she wants to lean down, but hesitates for a moment. “Will you hold me, please? You’re getting me all dizzy.”
A shy smile from her, then you hold her tight and secure while she pulls her panties over one leg, then the other. Then she’s naked in front of you.
“Can I let go and look at you, or will you tip over on me?” you joke.
“We’ll definitely have to find out Master” she smiles, feminine and already a bit more confident.
“Oh boy oh boy Sophie…” She giggles happily but her cheeks are bright red as you look at her naked body. Her toes press nervously to the floor and her knees are clenched, as are her fists. Her belly is tight and firm and you see her ribs under her clean skin as she breathes slowly and pressed. “Hey,” you reassure her as your eyes travel over her breasts. Her nipples are stiff and sticking out curiously into space. “Everything’s okay. Take it easy.”
“I thought I would find my task easier” she murmurs and her belly relaxes briefly, only to contract again. “But I’m so excited Master.”
“You’re doing fine” you reassure her and Sophie actually relaxes at your words.
“Do… Do you like me?” She lowers her hands and stands before you, naked and nervous, seeking your approval.
For a minute you can’t help but get lost in her feminine forms, the large and small movements of her body, her looks and the expressions on her face. Lust, curiosity and submission alternate in her eyes and Sophie can’t decide which feeling takes over while your eyes wander over her body.
“I don’t know what to do,” she says and you feel her become meek again. “Please tell me what to do. Tell me what you like Master. Please.”
It’s clear that your android needs you. She is not a superhuman machine. She is a young girl, freshly and undyingly in love, who desperately wants to please her new friend and Master. Still, you take your time with your answer. You too have to think. Not of you like what you see, but something much more important.
Only very briefly do the girl’s eyes dart to your crotch and see the bulge in your pants, then they attach themselves to your face again, awaiting your next commands with impatient excitement.
“It’s not that I don’t want you Sophie” you explain to her, cursing yourself. She’s so beautiful and you haven’t been this close to a girl in so long. And she has such a submissive attraction that you want to take her in your arms, fulfill all her wishes and see her happy.
She was right before. It’s your decision.
Writing Shark 