The Ritual of Sight [MF] [Demon Female Human Male] [Magic] [Fantasy] [Vaginal] [Oral] [Oral Creampie]

A deadly beast. A nightmare story told to warn lustful men. Her name was spoken either as a cautious whisper, or as a resounding threat. But in his embrace, she was as willing as a virgin on her wedding night. 

At his command, Asperelle, Mother of the Unbaptised, lowered her naked body onto the stone altar. She sat her broad, plump backside on the smooth surface, then gently lay down flat on her back. Without hesitation she spread her legs, exposing coarse dark pubic hair. Amongst the hair, her desperate pussy glistened. A hot, red bullseye. 
Fenrick admired the demon submitting herself to him. She had taken on a human form. A disguise she used to prey on mortal men. She was a perfect portrait of feminine sexuality. Over 7 foot tall, she was like an Amazonian woman of legend. Her skin was sunkissed to a rich bronze colour, and her long brunette hair was gently tousled. As if it had recently been toyed with by passionate fingers. 

Android Sex [MF] [Sci-fi] [Oral] [Voyeur] [Tit-fuck] [Facial]

Everybody fucked their Android. It was to be expected. If you were a guy, and you were 18, and you had an android that did whatever you wanted, you would fuck it. It was no question.

You always remember the first time you realised androids were anatomically correct. When I was a kid I peeked on our android, Cynthia, while she was washing.

An android didn’t have to clean under it’s uniform that often. It didn’t have any human problems like sweat or dead skin cells to make it dirty. It was so rare I usually wouldn’t even notice. But one time, a few years after I’d started jerking off, I’d been running to the bathroom to take care of a sudden boner, when the door was locked. I knew that was weird cause I’d seen everyone else downstairs. Then I heard Cynthia’s voice through the door. Cynthia had this tacky southern belle accent. My mom had chosen it. She thought it was cute.

“Sorry darlin’,” she drawled. “I’m just performing some routine maintenance. I’ll resume normal service in just under 12 minutes.”

Do androids cream on electric sheets? [FM] [android] [fembot] [sci-fi] [oral] [tit-fuck] [free use]

Everybody fucked their Android. It was to be expected. If you were a guy, and you were 18, and you had an android that did whatever you wanted, you would fuck it. It was no question.

You always remember the first time you realised androids were anatomically correct. When I was a kid I peeked on our android, Cynthia, while she was washing.

An android didn’t have to clean under it’s uniform that often. It didn’t have any human problems like sweat or dead skin cells to make it dirty. It was so rare I usually wouldn’t even notice. But one time, a few years after I’d started jerking off, I’d been running to the bathroom to take care of a sudden boner, when the door was locked. I knew that was weird cause I’d seen everyone else downstairs. Then I heard Cynthia’s voice through the door. Cynthia had this tacky southern belle accent. My mom had chosen it. She thought it was cute.

“Sorry darlin’,” she drawled. “I’m just performing some routine maintenance. I’ll resume normal service in just under 12 minutes.”