The History of Sex [F/M-robot] [sci-fi?] [Public] [dubcon]

Melanie barely pauses in front of the bio metric scanner as she enters the museum for the day. As a joke, they still kept an old factory time clock by the front door, complete with punch cards for each member of the staff. But like most everything else in the museum, it was only a testament to a more primitive age.

The scanner gives a pleasant hum, acknowledging that DNA molecules in her breath have been verified and the system acknowledges that she should, in fact, be at the museum today.

“Good Morning, Melanie”, a voice chimes.

“Morning, Otto!”

Ok, so technically the pleasing tenor belonged to Automatic Museum Operations Unit 2303, younger brother to similar units currently running the Met, the Smithsonian and Louvre (and all other museums in the world, if we’re getting right down to it). But Melanie had decided early in her tenure at the museum that AMOU (the designation used by most of the staff) felt too impersonal. If the AI system could adopt a nice male voice when it spoke to her, she could take the effort to give him a name. A short brainstorm later and Automatic had morphed to Otto. She’d yet to hear anyone else use the name, but she felt it had helped her grow closer to the AI.

Revenge of the Living Pussy

After seeing how Arianna had brought Stephanie’s pussy to life, Celeste, her evil counterpart, had some dark thoughts, enter her little fairy mind…

Lizzie was stuck at home after work watching cheesy science fiction flicks. She had dated quite a few guys in the past but she never kept a boy for long. It’s not that she wasn’t attractive. She had a sexy and petite little body with size C breasts. She usually wore her black hair in a straight, pixie cut style and had a to die for cute face that was dying to be kissed. The issue was that she was sexy and she knew it, and she used her looks to get what she wanted.

[MF] Playgirl Anniversary Shoot (CFNM, abridged)

Previous version was a bit long, I created this abridged version to cut out all the unnecessary details. Enjoy!

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I knew Dayna from my freshman year of college. We lived a few doors apart in the residence hall, and became fast friends since we were both kinda nerdy, and liked anime and sci-fi movies.

Dayna caught my eye immediately because she was tan, with shoulder-length black hair pulled into a ponytail. She was thick, with a body sculpted from years of farm-work, and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses sitting on her button-nose that reminded me of Velma from Scooby-Doo. She had perky breasts that filled a small C cup, but what really caught my attention was her wide whips, carrying a thick, round ass stuffed into a pair of jeans. She walked with that kind of relaxed ‘cowgirl’ strut, everywhere she went. It was completely unintentional, as she had grown up a nerd like me, but hadn’t realized how attractive she’d become.

Sometime later, during the summer and after a few drinks (and against my better judgment), I told Dayna I had submitted nude photos of myself to Playgirl magazine, and she offered to be my photographer. What followed was one of the most erotic experiences of my life (until now), and that story can be found here;

Weekly Relief [MF] [Oral] [sci-fi]

“It’s Thursday, Olivia. You know what that means,” said a familiar, coy voice.

“I know the drill, Iris,” Olivia replied dryly to the middle-aged receptionist. “We all do.”

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, the young woman made her way to the designated locker room of the unremarkable public access facility, as it was called. From the outside, it looked like most other bland commercial buildings that dotted the downtown area. The only difference – superficially speaking – was that the outer plaza and lobby was adorned with emblems identifying it as a government building. For what went on inside, it had to be.

Olivia June didn’t give it much thought, anymore. She hadn’t since she began going to the facility as a teenager. Most of her friends and peers did the same. It had gotten so mundane that it was just normal, as much a part of their routine as buying groceries or paying taxes. Most would argue, however, that coming to that particular building was much less tedious.

“I need this,” she said to herself with a heavy sigh, “more so than usual.”

[MF] The Crush [sexy, not graphic; married woman, single coworker; feedback welcome]

[I’ve drafted more to this story but am not quite happy with the product yet. You can read part 2 and 3 if you’re anxious at /r/HotwifeInOregon. Warning: We still haven’t had sex by the end of part 3!]

Let’s start with the basics.

You’re 35, 6’3“, 210lbs, not overly muscular but strong. Strong from real life, not gym workouts. You haven’t spent your life inside this cubicle farm we’re stuck in now.

I know bits and pieces from your life – picked up in break room conversations and through careful eavesdropping.

You never graduated high school. You love going camping and fishing and spending time outside. There’s always a project at home you’re working on. Building a server or building a deck – seems like you can do it all. You earn a six-figure salary, and we work for a large IT company. I run the project. You run the servers.

We’ve spent many a night in a late-night work chats, side-texting as we watch the deployment happen.

MF — The after party. [mild, coworkers, second person, build-up, prelude, 2,500 words, romantic, erotic tension, probably Part 1]

[I’m posting this in a few places and am open to your feedback and suggestions.]

Let’s start with the basics.

You’re 35, 6’3“, 210lbs, not overly muscular but strong. Strong from real life, not gym workouts. You haven’t spent your life inside this cubicle farm we’re stuck in now.

I know bits and pieces from your life – picked up in break room conversations and through careful eavesdropping.

You never graduated high school. You love going camping and fishing and spending time outside. There’s always a project at home you’re working on. Building a server or building a deck – seems like you can do it all. You earn a six-figure salary, and we work for a large IT company. I run the project. You run the servers.

We’ve spent many a night in a late-night work chats, side-texting as we watch the deployment happen.

There’s a core group in our team. You’re good friends with 3-4 guys, and I’m the woman you’ve allowed into the circle. And why not? I’m smart, funny, always up for hearing the dirty jokes, have great comebacks of my own, and have a great, great cleavage.

[MF] Playgirl Magazine Anniversary Shoot + Striptease (CFNM)

I knew Dayna from my freshman year of college. We lived a few doors apart in the residence hall, and became fast friends since we were both kinda nerdy, and liked anime and sci-fi movies. I was a bit shy about my love of nerd-culture, but she openly embraced it. Her dorm was always covered in anime posters, she excitedly chatted about episodes of Bleach and even dressed up to attend a few cons. Meanwhile, I ran with a bit of an in-betweener crowd, so while I shared my love of all things considered ‘dorky’ privately, on the outside I was athletic, played sports and hit the gym regularly. Youthful naivity gave me this irrational fear of being socially ‘outed’, so I never clued my friends into my real interests, and what I admired about Dayna was her open attitude. She knew who she was. College was a bit of a game-changer because I could finally be my ‘weird’ self and met other people who showed me being weird was ‘okay’.

Yuki: Space Assassin [sci-fi][nc][oral][huml]

*Previously, on Yuki: Space Assassin:*

*These are the adventures of Yuki, a sexy Bounty Hunter who puts the Ass in Assassin. As she travels the ‘verse in search of big scores and the deadliest prey. She’s cocky, and with cockiness come mistakes, and mistakes lead to servitude, as she is about to find in the Palace of Soddorom, a monstrous, fat, Alien warlord.*

*Click.*

*Cl-Cl-Click.*

*What th–!?*

Before she can complete the thought, Yuki realizes the trigger is jammed. It hadn’t lit.

The icon on on her blaster wasn’t green, accepting her DNA, nor red. It was disabled. The Maraxxians at the door, they hadn’t scanned her for weapons. They had disabled them.

The stun-spears light around her, and the Maraxxians mandibles palpitated as they lunge with them.

The first stun spear comes from behind, striking her shoulder. She had been stunned before, anyone else would’ve fallen there and then–but the Blue Rose persevered. Knocking away the spear, and delivering a fatal blow that loosens one of the Maraxxian’s mandibles before taking off down the steps.

Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 2) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][College][SciFi][AltReal]

**Note:** Nothing new to offer, but thought you might enjoy a little more of this story. Fair warning, not a lot sexy stuff yet, still building the world.

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**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 2)**

Auditorium B wasn’t nearly as busy as the one where class registrations were held. It made sense, since you only need to pick one extracurricular activity, compared to five classes. She wandered around the large room, looking at all the displays for various sports, crafts, computer programming, astronomy, but she decided on swimming. She was a good swimmer, at least, and it was basically an exercise class with no real competition. She Kiera again shortly thereafter, and approached the girl, this time armed with a little more information.

“Hey, Kiera, did you pick something?”

“Yeah, swimming. How about you?”

“Actually, the same. Um, I actually don’t know the schedule for today, is there something next?”

Amy’s mom, pt.3, The Kiss (NSFW, incest, ff, mf, mother daughter, golden showers, drinking, oral)

This was probably a year after my mom and I began our “adventures.”

That would make me 16 years old, and my parents would be pushing forty at a handsome 36 & 38 (mom and dad respectively).

I was one year older, and sad to say, a good deal plumper. My round belly now hung over a little, my wide hips were now topped with well-defined rolls of fat. I had deep creases at my armpits because of my wide upper arms and a network of stretch marks had appeared around my waist. Also unfortunate, was that my chest had NOT expanded at the same pace as the rest of me. I was definitely ‘pear-shaped’ and a bit self-conscious of the whole thing.

It was the middle of August, I remember, and just on the hot side of comfortable. You could sit in the house with the windows open and the ceiling fans running without the air conditioning, but any exertion would whip up a sweat in a hurry.