4 comments/ 38593 views/ 0 favorites Arrival By: Honey Bear She arrives at his place, nervous and excited all at the same time. She can't wait to see him. Will he still like her? Has she gained weight since he's seen her. Does he care how she looks on the out side? She turns the car off, takes a deep breath, and opens the door to her car and starts to walk towards his door. She pauses before knocking and takes another breath of cold night air. She can't believe it's been a year since he's touched her with those hands. She closes her eyes and tries to remember the last time they were together, remembering it was the last night she was in Lowell, on her way to Manila. She said her good-byes, as did he. She wished she could have stayed there with him, but she was sadly head over heels for another guy. One she later regretted ever being with. But that's how things goes. Something behind her snaps and she opens her eyes to realize she'd been standing there for quite a while, with her hand rested against the door. She slowly knocked on the door and waited. She herd a voice from inside yelling "Just a second! I'm on my way." A few seconds later, the door comes open and he's looking face to face at her. She can't believe how gorgeous he looks. Like a picture on a magazine cover. His eyes gaze into hers and she can't find the words to say anything except for hello. He smiles with his wide, beautiful smile, and then takes her into his arms, hugging her tight. She hugs him back and smiles as she breathes in the smell of his colon. He stops hugging her, smiles once again and motions for her to come inside so that he can close the door. Once she's in, she starts to take off her coat. She turns around and faces him with her coat half off, and he pushes her up against the wall, kissing her passionately. She's breathless. She can't breath at all. She starts to kiss him back as he runs his hands down her thighs, back up over her chest, and on her neck. He puts his hand behind her head and pulls her closer to him, taking in all of her that he could. She kisses him back, running her hands over his stomach, and then to the tops of his pants. He lets go of the back of her head, stops kissing her and takes her hands in his. She smiles at him softly and asked why he stopped. All he could do was smile at her. He leads her into the bedroom and lays her on the bed. He kisses down her neck as he softly unbuttons her shirt. Sliding his hands in on her breast, she lets out a light moan. He asks what’s wrong, and she replies that his hands were cold. She offers to warm them up for him. She takes his hand and slides one of his fingers into her mouth. She slowly wraps her tongue around it, sliding it back out of her mouth. He looks down at her with an open mouth and a stunned look. She slides another finger into her mouth, then another until all of his five fingers have been warmed by her tongue and mouth. He smiles down at her, then takes his hand and places it back in her shit and on her breast. She smiles widely. His hand feels so good on her body. As he fondles one of her breasts with one hand, he slowly uses the other to unbutton her pants. He smiles down at her and asks what color of panties she has on. She smiles big and then replies with, what panties? He slowly pushes his hand down until he can feel the wetness of her now drenched pussy. Realizing that he must be doing something right, he continues to massage her breast and gently pet her pussy. She reaches up and kisses him, lightly biting his lip, and then letting go of it just as soft. He grabs her shirt and almost rips it off of her, exposing the top half of her body. He now wears a huge grin on his face and she asks why, he just smiles and suggests that she's beautiful with nothing on her. She blushes, smiles, then starts to slip off her pants. She removes her pants, crawls over to where he's sitting on the bed and kisses him passionately. She knocks him back on the bed where she crawls on top of him, straddling him hard against the bed. She could feel his hard cock through his pants against her now aching pussy. She wanted nothing but to feel him inside her right then and there. She ran her tongue down his neck and up the other side. She can feel his eyes roll back in his head so she does it again. She smiles, stops and looks up at him. He now has the biggest grin on his face. He grabs the back of her head and brings her close to his face, he whispers into her ear, then licks it. She laughs and slides down to his crotch, unbuttons his pants, and slides down his jeans and boxers. She gazes down at his now over enlarged, hard as a rock cock. She takes it in her hand and lightly starts to stroke it with her hand as she continues to lick his neck. She kisses his lips and takes her hand away from his cock. He gets this confused look to his face, wondering why she stopped. She places a finger to his lips and shushes him. Then she slowly moves down to his crotch and places the tip of his hard cock in her mouth. She licks it with her tongue and then slides it out again. She looks up at him to see a huge smile on his face as he nods as if to tell her to continue. She then slides her lips over his cock again, sliding it all the way down until the whole thing is in her mouth. She then slides her tongue over and down it, then slides it back out, sucking lightly. She continues to do this, over and over again, watching his face as she does so. He starts to breath deeper as she increases her speed. She starts to go even faster as he starts to moan. He tells her how good it feels and for her not to stop. She goes a bit faster, flipping her tongue around his cock as much as possible. She can feel his dick start to pulse, she speeds up more, listening to his breathing and to the sounds he was making from her sucking him off. She starts to suck a bit harder and she goes a bit faster as he lets out a huge moan. She wraps her hand around the bottom part of his cock, just leaving the top in her mouth. She starts moving fast and faster until she can't even take it anymore. He yells out he's cumming, and she stops moving and swallows all of the warm cum that came from his once enlarged cock. She smiles up at him and laughs. So how was that for a hello? Arrival As I walked off the plane into the airport, it was like passing through a wall of heat. Although summer back home, the weather was nothing like as hot and humid as here and I longed for a swimming pool as I waited in line at customs. I stood in the hot queue, imagining the caress of cool water across my skin as I slipped in, the delicious sensation as the water moved between my legs... "NEXT!" Eventually I made it through the bureaucratic rig-moral and with a final, suspicious sniff, the official stamped my passport and I was finally through. As I walked out, into the main arrivals area I looked around the teaming masses, searching for a familiar face, moving slowly and feeling somewhat awkward and lost. In a moment, the crowds parted and there he was, standing illuminated by a shaft of sunlight, cheeky smile flashing across his face as he recognised me coming towards him. He moved forward slightly and as we met there was a slightly nervous pause, in recognition of our time apart before we hugged tightly. We both inhaled each-others smell, rejoicing in the restoration of senses we had missed when so far apart. "Hi!" came his muffled greeting, my body suddenly electrified by the feeling of his breath on my shoulder. "Fancy seeing you here," I replied with a grin as we finally pulled apart. I felt heady from the embrace and my lips tingled slightly as I looked at his full lips, wanting so badly to kiss them but holding back, not sure if it was OK. I realised he was asking me a question but I hadn't heard because I had been too busy thinking about his lips on mine, of him kissing my neck, remembering his scent and the feel of his skin. "Sorry?" "How was the flight?" he repeated. "I guess not great -- you seem a little out of it." "Oh! It was OK, the usual," I replied. "Sorry I was just a little distracted," blushing a little now and smiling again like a dope. "Let's get you out of here." He leaned in and whispered in my ear adding, "So I can rip your clothes off." He grinned at me and took my bag leading me out towards his car. We reached his car and threw my bag in the trunk. Once it was closed he pushed me up against it gently, pressing me with his body and we kissed, slowly at first and I couldn't help from smiling as he did. Quickly it became more serious, harder and increasingly passionate. I ran my fingers through his hair and held his face as we kissed, my other hand on his hip pulling him closer still. I could feel his cock straining through his jeans, pressing against me and it was all I could do to keep from wrapping my legs around him right there in the car park. Eventually we parted, kissing a few more times and as he moved to get in the car I had to pause to recover, feeling like my legs couldn't support me. As we drove off I had a wicked urge to make the drive as difficult as possible and carried on flirting, caressing my own body while he tried to make small-talk on the journey. Eventually I slipped my skirt up my thighs and after toying with myself a little through the damp lace, took my panties off, exposing my hot, moist cunt. I slid one finger along the lips of my pussy, teasing myself with a gentle touch, gradually applying more pressure until my finger slid right inside. He groaned and struggled to keep his eyes on the road and his hands from me and his hard cock which was straining to escape his jeans. "You really shouldn't do that, I might have an accident!" he moaned. "Then perhaps you should find somewhere to pull over." my voice now husky with desire. I bit and sucked my lips, then brought the finger I had been playing with to my lips and licked it clean. This was the final straw, driving him nuts and he pulled the car over into a deserted side street and switched off the motor. I climbed over to his side of the car and straddled him, brushing the hair that fell before my eyes behind my ear so I could look at him. I smiled, suddenly a little shy again and wanting him to make the next move. "You have no idea how often I've fantasised about this." I whispered. He rubbed my shoulders and my neck and then brought his hands to my breasts, pinching my erect nipples through the thin cloth of my t-shirt. "Oh, I think I might have an idea..." He pulled my face down and we kissed, slipping tongs together, biting lips and devouring each other with the built up of desire of months spent apart. I pulled away and presented him with my neck, one of the most sensitive areas of my body and he reacted perfectly, kissing and biting my neck as I rubbed myself against him and unexpectedly came, crying out as waves of pleasure rolled over me. My fingers worked at the fly of his jeans, creating an opening and extracting his hard, massive cock. It was as big as I remembered and I bit my lip in excitement, remembering in a moment all the pleasure it had provided in previous encounters. I ran my hand up and down its length and used his own juices to roll my hand over and around the tip, making him cry out with the intensity of the sensation. I kept going, alternating between long strokes, slow at first and getting faster, and rolling my hand over the head of his rock hard cock. Tracing circles and sliding up and down, kissing him and looking into his beautiful, blue eyes and smiling with the joy of having him in my hand again. "This always was my favourite toy." "Well you are welcome to play with it whenever you like," he replied. "I might just take you up on that." He pulled my hand away and I made a quiet noise of complaint until I realised he was shuffling down a little in the seat, positioning himself for considerably more fun. I lifted my hips and hovered for a second feeling his hard penis against the entry to my hot cunt, savouring every sensation before he took my hips and pulled me down around him. My hot pussy felt stretched by his enormous shaft -- the thick, mushroom head filling me to the brim. "Christ you're wet, you're so damned wet and tight!" he exclaimed. I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair, "You always did that to me." I rocked myself up and down the long hard shaft, my cunt throbbing with excitement, feeling incredible as his hands stroked my body and his lips found mine, kissing me, kissing my neck. He tugged my shirt off over my head and leaned down to bite my hard nipple, making me gasp with the pain and intense pleasure. I ran my right hand over his body, feeling his chest, pinching his nipple, stroking his arms and enjoying the sensation of his skin and touch as the left held his shoulder anchoring me as I rose and fell, faster and faster driving his big, magnificent cock into my tight, wet pussy. Harder and harder we fucked, and our breath came shorter, moaning and grunting with desire. The heat of the sun on the car was nothing compared to the heat we generated on our own, tasting the salty sweat on each other's skin. "Oh God!" I cried, "I'm going to come!" I struggled to stay quiet as the passion and energy built within me and I suddenly felt that great, shuddering release as every muscle tensed and relaxed. My head exploding with the orgasm and I lost control of my body, bucking and writhing on his cock and bringing him to orgasm as well with the contractions of my body, squeezing and grinding down on him. I had to stay there for a minute, panting to catch my breath, jumping with occasional aftershocks from the orgasm. It was so nice just to feel him there inside me, my legs wrapped around him and if it weren't for the heat, and the chance of someone stumbling across us I could have stayed there a lot longer. "Thank you!" I said as I finally raised myself off him and swung back to the passenger seat. "Anytime." He smiled and, after exclaiming a gentle "Hoof!" started the car. Arrival Her instructions arrived by email earlier in the day. She has memorised them but nervously rereads the email in anticipation of his arrival.. Repeatedly she checks that she has prepared all of the requested items. She knows it is important to do exactly as instructed. She is to open the door without looking at who is there, turn to face back into the house and wait to be instructed. Then she must make her way into the dining room...... she almost jumps out of her skin at the sound of the doorbell. A quick glance at the clock confirms it is time for Master to arrive arrival. She runs out into the hall and stops for a split second to compose herself. Closing her eyes tightly she unlatches the door and turns around as she opens it. Taking two small steps forward still with her eyes closed tight she stops in anticipation. The email did not say how she would be instructed. She strained to hear what was happening. The cool air from outside gently moved her silk nightshirt as she stood still in the hallway. The door latched closed with a loud click and was followed by another familiar quieter click. The security lock had been engaged to make sure they could not be disturbed. She trembled in anticipation. What would happen next? Would she know when to move? This was all new. Her master usually had her greet him and take his coat but this is all different. Her mind raced with thoughts but was brought to focus by the feel of a hand on the back of her neck. It gripped the collar of her shiny black shirt. Something cold touched against the back of her neck and then it started. Her shirt slackened from the top to the bottom and there was a faint tearing sound. The shirt gently caressed her naked body as it effortlessly fell to the floor. She felt it land on her feet. Instinct built a need to run but the instructions bound her to the spot. Just as she was about to give in to the need to turn and look she felt a hand on the top of her head. A snug fitting blindfold was pulled down over her eyes and the strap could be felt all round her head. No point in turning now. Feelings of excitement intertwined with total panic. Master has never been like this. Is this Master? Anyone could have been at the door. She has not seen them. They have said nothing, They can't be identified now. She took refuge in her ability to identify her master when he instructs her to proceed. It will be ok then, she will know for certain. She feels the presence of her Master very close but not touching her. He is usually very tactile and gives her a hug. This is all alien but it is what he has instructed her to do. She can't help twitching as she feels a hand stroke down her face. Pausing at her chin she is guided to open her mouth. Master insists on total control so she willingly opens feeling a finger explore her teeth and the end of her tongue. Just as she is about to explore the finger with her soft moist tongue it is gone and then the surprise. Her mouth is suddenly full. A ball gag is pushed into place and the straps fitted tightly behind her head. There is no mistaking the intent of this gag. It is not some cheap toy. It fills her mouth but is not uncomfortable. She can moan but there is no chance of talking. Master has never done this before. What's going on? Is this him? Is this someone else? She so wants to ask but no way now. Suddenly there is a loud click of fingers just by her left ear. A feeling of desperate helplessness fills her as she realises this is the signal to move on. There is no voice to confirm the identity of her captor. The email instructions were clear. She imagined that she would be able to see but everything is dark and there is no way to question, not that master likes unnecessary questions. Master's email instructions must be followed. She reaches out with her hands to find the walls and slowly, carefully, makes her way into the doorway of the dining room. The house is so familiar but the sudden restrictions make her self-conscious and feel clumsy. In what seemed an eternity she locates the dining table where she has prepared the items specified in the email. Moving round to an appropriate position she kneels to the floor. Feeling in the dark she identifies the ropes she fitted to the table legs earlier in the day. One rope secured to each ankle using a loop in the end of the rope. Using the table to balance she stood up with the loose ropes on the floor about her feet. The instructions were clear about this too. She now wraps her ankles around each rope until the ropes are tight and her feet spread wide apart. This is where the instructions ended. Anything now is just as Master decides. The thought crosses her mind that she has restrained herself in a room, blindfolded and gagged but is not certain of who is there. This must be Master, surely he would not give her away to another. But maybe. He is not behaving as she knows Master to be. Gloved hands take her by the wrists from behind and place her hands on the table palms down. It is clear that this is where they are intended to stay. She feels the person move to the side of her and slide her hands further onto the table forcing her to bend forwards over the table but not rest on it. Her whole body erupts into a shivering wave of goose bumps as she feels a very delicate touch of fingers move from the top of her shoulders across her neck onto the opposite shoulder and then down her back. The wave started at the point of contact and travelled down her back round her sides and then up across her chest focusing on a hard erection of her nipples. Her heart beat was racing now with excitement, anticipation and the dilemma of not knowing if this is Master or not. Either way she feels submission overtaking her. She is now slave to whoever this is. Submission Next she felt an intoxicating mixture of fear and anticipation. The very special feeling that draws her to BDSM. Not knowing what master has planned or the mood master is in. She could be in for a soft soothing cosy comfortable time full of pleasure and erotic ecstasy. If master is in a sadistic mood she could be in for pain of any sort until it hurts so much that she is filled with a wild endorphin rush that brings a whole new level of ecstasy. There is nothing to do but wait and see. The sudden feel of delicate finger tips touching her smooth shaven pubic area causes a sharp intake of breath. He has made physical contact. Her mind focuses on the gentle tender touch as the fingers slowly and lightly drag backwards. Barely touching her at all as they find their way over her pussy, exploring her lips before sliding up and over the tight clenched muscle of her arsehole and then vanish away again. The rotating of her hips to keep the contact of the fingers was an involuntary move curving her back down and exposing her pussy as much as possible from behind. A pounding heart beat thunders against the inside of her ribs. The blood in her veins throbbing with life as her level of excitement rises. She feels a deep flush fill her face. It doesn't show yet but she knows that her pussy is getting wet as her body begins to beg for an invasion. The hand returns to cover her pussy. This time a firm press of the palm and fingers against her. An involuntary tense of her stomach thrust her hips forward grinding her clit against the hand. Responding to this initiative a couple of fingers and a thumb firmly grasped her lips in a painful pinch and drew them back until her hips pushed back as far as the restrained ankles would let them. The gag muffled a shocked squeal into insignificance. Her erect nipples touch the cold surface of the table causing another shiver to travel down her back. The fingers release the lips and caress the pussy in a circular motion over the clitoris with enough contact to encourage the lips to separate revealing how wet the inside of her pussy is. She is very aroused and now the gag is effectively muffling groans of pleasure as a vibrator is firmly pressed in between her lips and against her clitoris. She collapses onto the table trying to fight the ankle ropes that are now trying to pull her back. Her hands slide to the far edge of the table where she curls he fingers over the edge to prevent her from sliding back off the table and onto the floor.. The excitement intensifies as she feels the vibrator slide backwards from her clit. She feels her wet sopping lips engulfing the vibrator as it slides back right to the entrance of her pussy. Her body now begging for the penetration that she anticipates. It matters no more to her who this is. Her body now has a need driven by the purity of lust. She is ready to be taken and wants to be taken. She feels fingers parting her lips and preparing her pussy for penetration, this is it, Master's cock is going to fill her with pleasure she told herself. Muffled groans begged for him to penetrate her. She felt the penetration but its not right, not what she expected, not Master's cock but something. Something cool, something slim. Her pussy begging for the penetration it desires gripped and tugged at this object. Not a cock at all, don't know what it is but way too small to satisfy. She can feel it there but only just. This is not going to satisfy. A feeling of lustful frustration was interrupted as something bit into her pussy lips. Some sort of clamp going on. The first bites with a sharp pain that quickly dulls to a sore ache. Then a second, third, fourth, fifth. The surprise of change from the pleasure to pain caused a scream, stifled in her mouth by the ball gag. Whatever was in her pussy is staying there now with her lips held tightly together. The scream was brought to a premature end by the sensation she suddenly felt on her arsehole. Maybe a tongue, she is being rimmed, she loves the feeling of that but no not quite right. Different some how. The touch of the vibrator on her clit again almost made her miss the cold wet sensation on her arsehole. Both being caressed at the same time drew her attention from her bound pussy. The vibrator is now getting her close to orgasm, the clamping on her lips and the rimming intensifying the feeling her body starts to go into a cycle of tensing muscle and thrusting hips then relaxed as they returned to position. Just as she relaxed and moved her hips backwards the probing device in the entrance of her arsehole forced the ring of muscles open and she could feel something like a round bead penetrate her but there was more. She was still a little open, the bead must be on a shaft.. As she gripped, it slid a little deeper inside. She thrusts forward, the vibrator moves with her but then parts company leaving her thrusting against nothing. She whimpers in frustration. So close to an orgasm but now denied the pleasure of the shattering release she so intently craves. Release. A single finger touches her between the shoulder blades and traces down her spine merging together tiny droplets of perspiration. Her breathing slows a little but remains very deep as the orgasm fades to a distant prospect. Her body aches for its return. Lost in the blackness of her blindfold her mind swims in all directions searching for the feeling that had such a hold on her body. From somewhere far away in the darkness there is the faintest nibbling feeling. Almost impossible to feel, just the slight thought of a feeling but there all the same. Gradually it grows to a delightful tingle still without location but getting nearer all the time. Nothing to see and in the strangest way not being felt, not being touched. Her mind races in the blackness trying to search this sensation out. It is there, it is down but where. It won't stay still, it's a tingle but what's tingling. Her breathing accelerates as her mind scours the darkness. The ropes to her ankles fall loose, first the left then the right. Still fixed to her so they must be getting untied from the table. She feels a naked male body press against her, strong thighs and a hard cock pressing against her legs and arse forcing her tight against the table. Her arms are pulled round behind her and she is powerless to resist. In what seems like no time at all her wrists are secured together behind her. A strong hand slides between her neck and the table and guides her to a standing position until her chin is high in the air. She can feel the warmth of his body pressing into her back. She is guided back from the table and the turned into the middle of the room a little. With no sight she is disoriented and looses all sense of where she is. They stand together for a few moments a his hands explore her body still clutching her tight to him. His knees press into the backs of hers forcing her to lower down into a kneeling position. This separates them and she feels abandoned, yearning for intimacy. She feels him move her ankles together and using the ropes she is trailing restrain them to her wrists. Now kneeling on the floor with her knees apart for balance and her wrists tied back, her shoulders are pulled back too. Restrained, blindfolded and gagged she feels more helpless than ever. In all the moving around she had lost the gentle nibbling feeling but somehow now it was stronger than before. She felt his hands on her face, exploring her. She pushed into them. They felt her face and explored their way around her head and down over her neck. In a smooth motion they slid down over her shoulders, round her breasts cupping the and giving a firm squeeze before continuing down her abdomen. She struggled to get enough air via her nose. She is getting hot. One hand makes its way back up her right side onto her breast as the other continues down and inside her thigh making no hesitation as it slid across her pussy and a finger flicked the tight clamps holding her closed. At the same time the nipple on her right breast was pinched between finger and thumb in a grip that showed little mercy. The sudden intense sensation caused a muffled scream which subsided into a moan of pleasure as both hands left. She feels his legs press into her breasts as his hands slide around her head pulling her face into him. She feels his erect hot cock pressing against the side of her neck. Suddenly without warning the tingling turns from a subtle floating sensation into an intense dancing sensation. Now it has location Her stomach tries to curl her into a ball pressing her face into him as the tingling intensifies again. Now it is like a troop of street dancers are doing a workout on the inside of her pussy and arse. These must be electrodes and he has control of the settings. The sensation is somewhere past pleasure and very close to pain. He unbuckles the gag and pops it out of her mouth letting it drop to the floor. Half groaning in agonising pleasure and half gasping for breath she convulses in a fit of grunting. The sensation changes, still intense but somehow softer. Not dancing feet now but more like caressing fingers. Her hips start to thrust to take control of the pleasure but they are powerless to have any effect. She is barely aware in the dark that he has moved away slightly. Her mouth is suddenly filled with his cock. Slightly salty, covered in pre-cum it is welcomed with an enthusiasm that reflects her lust. Her tongue wriggles all around his cock as she sucks everything she can get into her mouth. She feels pleasure, pain, intimacy and a desire to please. She pulls back a little to allow her to breath and then pushes herself forward onto his erection. The bulging head slides right to the back of her mouth and fills her. She slowly moves back off of it squeezing her lips tight against it, pulling it with the vacuum formed in her mouth. Slowly she repeatedly thrusts the cock into her mouth. The sensation in her pussy are bringing her close to orgasm. Something changes again. It feels different it is controlling her muscles. She can't stop them, the whole of her pussy, her arse and the tops of her thighs are being forced into a tight grip and released again. As she sucked and swallowed at the cock she came to realise that the deeper she swallowed the cock the more gripping the sensation in her groin. She experiments and it is true. As the cock slides almost all the way out the sensation falls away to almost nothing. As she slides it in the sensation turns into deep pleasure and when she deep throats swallowing as far as she can she is gripped by an intense clamping of the muscles. She works into a steady rhythm from having about a third of the cock to trying to swallow it all and revels in the pleasure this brings her. Suddenly the cock is withdrawn from her but the throbbing cycling sensation of gripping and releasing remains uninterrupted. She feels gushes of hot semen landing on her neck and chest as he grunts in pleasure but really takes little notice. Her own body is exploding into orgasm now as the involuntary clamping of her pussy and arse continues. She has never felt anything like this before. It keeps her orgasm going on and on. She curled forward and then collapsed to one side her hips thrusting as the waves passed through her body until she started to beg for the stimulation to stop. After what seemed like an eternity the stimulation subsided. There was a sudden removal of the clamps which gave an instant severe pain followed by another wave of orgasm and then she lay still on the floor, exhausted and content. She was aware of a little commotion around her but it was insignificant to the dreamy space she was floating in. Even when she felt the restraints fall free from her she remained on the floor. Suddenly a hand grips the blindfold and pulls it away from her. The sudden brightness of the room blinds her. She hears the door front door open and close but never catches sight of who was there. She uncoils the rope from her ankles and lays content on the floor, covered in a sticky mess, sore all along her pussy lips and feeling very warm and content. The sound of a phone ringing causes her to clamber up onto her feet. She answers to hear her masters voice. "You were a very good girl, I will email soon" said the voice. "Thank you Sir" she said. "Sir, please sir, was it you, it was you wasn't it" she enquired. There was a click and he was gone. Arrival As I drove up to my new slave's home I called her on my cell. "Have you been a good, slave, my little Kat?" I quiz her. "You have not touched your pussy or your nipples all week as promised have you? Have you!" "Well…….." "Slave, what is my rule? Yes master or no master and nothing else unless I give permission. Saying "well", sounds as if you are about to make another excuse." "Yes, master" "That's better. Have you obeyed your master's wishes?" "No master" "What have you done to disobey me? You may speak." "I have touched my pussy, I could not resist." "Slave, you realize you will be severely punished for this. However, I do appreciate your honesty. I will be arriving in an hour and I expect you to be dressed and prepared as I have instructed. Now tell me what I want to hear and say, goodbye" "Master, please fuck me hard, I need it from you. Bye, my master." I have told my slave to tell me certain things I like to hear from her lips. I will give my slave one thing, she does have a sexy voice that turns me on when she talks dirty for me. Before my arrival I had many instructions for my slave. Some of which she did not like. Some of which I did for my own amusement. Some of which I did for my own pleasure, inevitably that is the goal. I told Kat beginning 30 days prior to our meeting that any shaving must be stopped. Her legs, underarms, and pussy should grow naturally for me. I would derive pleasure from removing the hair when I am ready. I realized that this may bring discomfort and embarrassment depending on what she chose to wear, but thems the breaks. She felt she may be unattractive with this request and I told her to the contrary I want to see her natural as can be. And my pleasure is what must be most important to her. I told her despite her no longer shaving I expected the rest of her grooming to be exquisite. Nice manicured fingernails and toes painted a deep red, a perfume not too sweet or overdone, and an overall scrubbing of her entire body, lipstick of a light color as well and light on the make up. I wanted scented candles lit throughout her house as I would be arriving early evening. My choice of scents a vanilla for the main part of the house and cocoanut for her bedroom would do fine with perhaps some cinnamon, the bathroom area with ocean sea breeze. I expected all her regular chores to be complete, laundry, cleaning, etc. I ordered lobster boiling in the kitchen and a pitcher of ice tea waiting for my arrival. I ordered her dressed in the smallest dress she owned, no bra or panties allowed with pumps. I told her that I may be tearing this dress so for her to make sure it is old and disposable. I wanted her bedroom laid out prepared, handcuffs on bed and ties, toys laid out on a towel, oils, and lotions available. As I drove, I wondered if she had truly followed all of my instructions, she had already broken one request; her not touching her pussy for a week to build up anticipation of my arrival. I would be very unhappy if she was to simply not do my requests in order to get punished. So I thought it out as I drove if I was not satisfied with her preparation would I punish her or disappoint her with no reaction. I know how hot and horny she could be as I had witnessed her masturbating for me on a webcam, using her different toys on herself, fucking her toys in the ass and pussy and exposing herself for me close up. Giving me a demonstration on her oral skills giving head to a dildo that closely resembled a cock, cumming for me many times. I had her do anything I could think of on camera trying to push her to her limits. I knew how uncomfortable she was with it at first. But as she got comfortable with me she seemed to just let loose. I even had her squat over a bucket and pee for me on cam. I really had not found what her limits were and felt I had explored all I could with the cam; however I still got extreme pleasure in watching her. I would call her on the phone and direct her actions on the cam, getting her to give me as many angles and experiences as I could think of. Not only with the webcam had I challenged my Slave's limits I had come with many creative ideas for her pleasure, humiliation, submissiveness and needs. As we became familiar with each other I started demanding from her ideas of what turns her on, trying to gauge her limits. Waiting for her to be ready to begin our journey together as master and slave. Starting with simple ideas, knowing that in the back of my mind I had an entire vision plotted out. At first we explored various toys that we purchased off the internet. Kat would turn her cam on and give them a good horny workout for me. One toy purchased was a four inch butt plug. I had her insert it for me and slowly fuck her ass a bit with it. I wanted her to train herself to keep it inserted at all times when necessary. I would instruct her to wear it inserted first during the weekends then as she progressed I had her wear no underwear and her butt plug to work. I would call my slave at any time I pleased. One time calling her at four a.m. demanding she masturbate and cum for me. One time I called her at work, it was her lunch time, and I instructed her to call when she arrived at the nearest fast-food establishment. When she called me I could already hear the lust in her voice, as I instructed her to lock the door, put the seat down on the toilet, and sit down. She got back on the line and told me that the door did not lock, but that she was in her own stall. That was fine; perhaps getting caught might arouse her further. I had her raise her skirt and sit on the toilet. "Slave is your butt plug inside you?" I asked her. "Yes master" she moaned. "Are you aroused my pretty little Kat? "Yes master" "Are you gonna fuck your little wet pussy for your master and cum for him?" "Yes master" "If someone comes in the bathroom you must not stop. You must keep fingering yourself and have your orgasm. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes master" she replied with hesitation. "You may begin and I want to hear you cum for me so moan loudly as you can. I understand if someone comes in you must be quieter. Please your master, slave." "Yes, master." I could sense her change in breath as I could envision her sitting on the toilet fingering her sweet pussy. She was getting very excited moaning a bit as I encouraged her whispering nasty ideas into her ear. "I am that cock in your ass right now as you sit on me fingering that pussy. Fuck that cock; make that pussy cum for me." I could hear her breathing change as what I assumed was someone had entered the bathroom. "Don't you dare stop. I would not stop fucking you right now. My cock up your ass. Cum for me. Cum for your master, Kat. I want to hear you. Cum." I could hear her breathing getting back to her excited rhythm. But she was being much quieter. I could hear water running in the background as someone must have been washing their hands. She let a moan escape her lips. She whispered, "I'm cumming" "What did you say?" I said to make her speak it out louder. "Cumming" she moaned a bit louder than she meant to I am sure. And I listened to her cum for me. Call me when you are back in your car." I told her. When she called I asked her to tell me how she felt and if it turned her on knowing some stranger was so close as she masturbated. She told me it was so intense when she heard the door open. That she was already close when the woman came in. she said she could not wait for the woman to leave and that when she told me she was cumming the second time she was sure the woman heard her as she was walking out because the woman hesitated before opening the door. As she left the bathroom she felt that everyone was staring at her, she felt so embarrassed but so turned on once she was safely in her car. Another time I called my slave and she just happened to be driving home on a Saturday afternoon. I was feeling a bit horny myself so I wanted to see what my slave was up to. She had been shopping and was walking out to her car. When she got to her car I told her to drive. As she drove I told her all the things I wish I was doing to her, getting her pussy wet. She drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand buried in her pussy. I told her to find a place to pull over immediately. She pulled into a parking lot of Home Depot. I told her to park in a slot mid way to the store. I could sense her reluctance knowing she was in public view. But would anyone really notice? I doubt it. "Is your pussy wet?" I whispered to her. "Yes, master" she whispered back. "Touch your clit lightly" "Yesssss, master." "Did you bring your toy with you?" I knew she carried her vibrator with her in her car as instructed for this very emergency. "Yes master" "Is your butt plug nice and tight in your little ass hole?" "Yes, master" "Take out your vibrator now and spread your legs. I want to hear you cum for me. Is anyone near you in the parking lot?" "No master, people are far away." "Good. Now I want you to lightly brush your pussy and tease it with your vibrator before you fuck your pussy with it. Does it feel good?" "Yes master." "Do you wish that was your master's cock ready to plunge into your hot pussy?" "Yes, master." "Fuck your pussy. Now! Good little slave. Tell me how good it feels" "It feels soooo good master, thank you, master." She continued to masturbate till she came hard for me. After she told me that she could see people pushing their carts by the car, but she didn't think there was any way anyone could see what she was doing, especially as she had a phone to her ear as she stroked herself. What a memorable experience. A similar situation happened when I called in the early evening catching her at the grocery store. I could tell she was inconvenienced by my phone call by the tone of her voice. Had she been a bit more pleasant I would have let her off the hook, but the attitude wasn't working for me. My mind worked quickly as I tried to think what I could have her do. "What aisle are you in, slave?" I inquired of her. "Cereals and stuff." "Grab a small bottle of Wesson oil" "Yes master" "Head to the produce section." "Yes my master" "How does your butt plug feel in you?" "I am completely filled master" "Ok, are you there yet?" "Yes master." "Now I want you to find yourself the largest cucumber you can find and describe it for me." "Master, I have a thick cucumber, it is bright green with lumps all over it, kind of bumpy" "How big is it, slave" "It is about 6 inches" "Slaaaave, is it the biggest you can find?" "No master, forgive me please there is one larger" "How large slave" "It is at least 12 inches long and as is very thick my hand will not fit around it." "Perfect, slave, now take the hoses for watering the produce and wash it off thoroughly and call me when you are finished shopping and back in your car." About twenty minutes later my cell rang," master it is I your loving slave." "Where are you?" I demanded. "Driving home." "I thought I told you to call me when you got in your car, shame slave, shame. Now pull over as soon as you can." "Yes master" "And slave though I appreciate you being so attentive and responsive you don't have to say yes master to my every demand. I will let you figure out when it is appropriate and when it is not. Just make sure you are correct with your guesses." When she had pulled over I asked her where she had pulled over. She told me it was on a side street surrounded by trees and said she could not see anyone around. "Good, slave, because you are going to have some fun right now, as I want to hear you cum for me. Now slide over to the passenger seat and ease the seat back. Now slide your skirt up all the way past your waist. Is that pretty little pussy wet and waiting?" "Yes master" "Mmmmm, good little slave." "Taste yourself for me." "Mmmm" "Now! Get the Wesson oil out and the cucumber." "Place your mouth around it for me and suck it like a cock." "Master my mouth barely fits around it." "Slave, be patient and do it slowly." I could hear moaning trying to get the huge cucumber in her mouth, the visuals I had in my mind were so intoxicating. "Ok slave pour some oil in your hands and grease up the cucumber. Now spread your legs, one leg over the driver's seat and the other up on the dashboard. Is the cucumber greased?" "Yes, master." "Ok, now I want you to rub the tip of the cucumber across your pussy lips and slide it up onto your clit and press a little rubbing your pussy good." "Mmmmm" she moaned. "Now slide it about an inch into your pussy" "It is too big master" "Do it slow, you will be fine" "Now slide it in deeper, mmmm. Nice, slide it in and out. How deep is it? "About half way master, it is so big, I am so filled up, the butt plug,,, mmmmmmm" "ok, Kat, I want you to pull it out slow, and then slide it in as deep as you can, you know how much I want to hear you cum, so let loose and moan, groan and scream your orgasms for me." Her breathing got much heavier; she was whimpering and moaning, mumbling, "Oh master" as she slid it in deep. "How deep is it slave?" "Master it is soooo deep in me. Almost all of it in me. God I have never been so filled up." "Now slave, fuck your pussy, increase your strokes in and out, and let me hear it, place the phone down by your pussy." She was moaning intensely, I could hear her breathing getting harsher and more rapid. And I knew she was getting close. "Cum for me slave, cum Kat!" Everything intensified as she started moaning louder and told me,"I'm cumming master, oh god I am cumming!!!!" I was cumming with her. "Thank you, master, oh thank you so much." "You have been a good little slave, drive safely and don't forget to write me telling me how you felt during your experience." We have had many adventures at her home and away with our phone sex together. As I said before everything we have done together has built up to this meeting of master and slave. And I can't wait. I anticipated this time with my slave to be a true challenge to my imagination to push her limits at all times. I had purchased an assortment of toys, many of which will surprise and shock her, but all I am sure will eventually delight her. As I approached her house, I slowed down in anticipation of things to come. I got out my cell phone and called her. "Kat, I am just around the corner. You may not peek out to see me or look in any way. I want you to stand facing a bathroom in its doorway, with no angles for a mirror. Leave the front door open. Stand with your hand clasped behind your back." As I entered her house I could smell my dinner cooking and the candles burning. I walked in and found her just as I asked her to be standing with her hands behind her back facing a bathroom. I walked up to her and I stand a good five inches above her but with the heels we were nearly the same height. I stood back silently appraising her. I walked up to her within inches; I lifted up her hair and licked her neck. She gasped at the unexpectedness of it. I breathed her in. I opened my bag and brought out some ropes and tied her hands behind her back securely. I then grabbed a cloth from my bag and blindfolded Kat. Without speaking a word grabbed her by her hands and directed her out of the bathroom and into the living room. I walked around her gently touching her as I encircled her. Randomly touching her on various parts of her body. She squirmed from my touch and then would lean into it as it moved on. "Have you been a good little slave and done everything I requested?" "Yes, master". "If I remove your clothes will I find my Kat all nice and hairy for me?" "Yes, master" "Hmmmm, what to do, what to do….. first." I say. "Are you nervous?" "Yes, master." I continued to circle her; I finally walked up to her and tore the front of her dress open. Shredding it all the way down, violently ripping at it until I had her naked. She stood quivering in front of me blind folded, hands behind back, and tense. I took in her body, her large breasts; I hefted them in my hands feeling the weight of them, giving them each a hard squeeze and a tweak to each nipple. I noticed she had indeed gone without any shaving as I admired the hair on her legs and pubic area. I pulled an arm up to make sure her armpits had hair growing there as well. Ahhh nice I thought to myself as she had completely followed my instructions. I continued my examination of her as I knew how uncomfortable it would make her. Exposing herself, unguarded like this had to be an internal battle to cover herself. I stood in front of her gliding the back of my hand across her face. "Open your mouth." I commanded her, as she opened her mouth and I slid a finger in as she sucked on it. I withdrew it and slid the moist end of my finger creating a trail down her chin, neck and between her tits. I again grabbed and squeezed each melon as her nipples continued to get hard and darken. I ran my hands down her belly and then grabbed handfuls of her flesh on her belly. I knew this would make her feel embarrassed or more exposed than she might want to be. Releasing her belly I slapped her tits, first her left one, slapping it to the side and then in response her right one creating a slight redness to grow. I repeated it a few times as I watched her response and moans of pleasure? Pain? I slapped at her belly watching it jiggle in response and moved down her thighs. I told her to open her mouth again and reinserted my finger for her sucking this time taking the moistened finger down to her pussy, making a trail around her thighs. I told her to spread her legs out and then I walked behind her. I again rubbed my hands down her back grabbing flesh in a pinch then harshly releasing it working my way down to her ass. I cupped both cheeks in hands and caressed them lovingly. With her legs spread I could see the hair growth in the gap between her legs, so enticing. I leaned down on my knees and spread her ass cheeks and blew air on her puckered little ass hole as she moaned her approval. "So how are you feeling right now? Slave?" I asked her." you may speak freely." "I am anxious, nervous, turned on, I don't know, just…" "And why am I here?" "For me to give you pleasure, master." "And why are you here?" "For you to use me any way you see fit for your pleasure." "Shall we review our rules together?" "Yes, master." "One, you will always obey my orders, you will do it quickly and without hesitation. Two. "I'm going to hurt you. I am going to humiliate you. I am going to push you and test your limits. You may cry, you may moan, and inevitably you will cum, but I always want you loud and vocal unless I have asked for otherwise. Is that understood?" "Yes, master." "Three. And most importantly, my pleasure above all else is most important, are we clear? "Stay here and do not move" I commanded her as I left the room. I did my own private tour of her house finding her bedroom I undressed myself placing my clothing in an empty space in her closet. Naked, I walked back out to the living room. She had not moved as far as I could tell, still with legs spread and standing. My cock had been rock hard in arousal of my inspection and I needed to feel some release. I pushed and maneuvered her into her kitchen making her bend over the table roughly. I had her bend over completely exposing her ass for me her hands behind her back just about six inches above her ass. I spit saliva above her ass hole and let it drip down into it. I rubbed it around her ass hole with my fingers as she moaned and groaned. Arrival "Slave! What do you want?" I asked her. "Please, master fuck me hard, I need it!" "Where?" "Oh, in my ass, yes please, master, fuck my ass." I was too consumed with my own desires and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her ass hole all puckered and inviting. She gasped as I slowly slid my cock in two inches and then withdrew it. Then sliding it in slightly further and withdrawing it. finally plunging it all the way deep to my balls and starting a rhythm, fucking her hard now, she responded by loudly thrusting her body back onto my cock screaming, "Fuck me master, oh god your cock feels so good. Fuck me." as I had told my slave, Kat, the louder and the dirtier she talked the more inspired and happier I would be. I finally got control of my senses and pulled out of her ass, not wanting to cum as we have a long journey ahead of us. Despite a desperate need to cum I let my cock go soft and relaxed leaving Kat unfulfilled and spread open for me still bent over the table. I walked away and sat down on her couch leaving her exposed and bent over the table while I relaxed. "Slave?" I called out. "Is my dinner nearly ready?" "Master, I need to attend to it." Then come here so I can free your hands and let you get to it." Enjoying the fact that she was still blindfolded and with only my voice to guide her I watched her make her way to me. Helpless with no arms to protect or guide her blindly she walked towards me. "Trust me, Kat. I will not let any harm come to you. Now follow my voice and listen to my directions." I directed. Though she should know her own home like the back of her hand, negotiating it blindly is something I am sure she has not encountered. I directed her through what was a simplified maze until she stood before me. "Turn around." And as she spun around for me so I could have access to her hands to untie them I could not resist fondling her body. I then untied her hands. I then had her turn around and kneel on her hands and knees in front of me on the couch. My cock was erect and sticking straight up in front of me as I positioned her head and mouth directly in front of it and then slowly removed her blindfold. Her eyes looked at my cock and then up into my eyes as this is her first time seeing her master." suck it" I commanded her. She reached for it with her hand and I slapped it away, telling her only with her mouth. She knelt forward and slurped my cock into her mouth sucking and bobbing up and down on it. As she sucked she looked straight into my eyes. "Do you like my cock?" I asked her. "Yes, master, I love it." She mumbled with her mouth full of cock. I let her enjoy my cock for a few minutes. "Ok, enough fix my dinner. I will be here relaxing till it is ready." She stood up in front of me and turned and walked to the kitchen, I relaxed listening to the sounds of cooking as I fell into a nap. I awoke to find my slave standing in front of me, eyes lowered, hands behind her back awaiting my awakening. "Dinner is ready?" I asked her. "Yes master?" She replied. "Well? What are you waiting for? Let's eat. Bring me my dinner and you shall feed me. Quick!" "Yes, master." She nodded her assent and walked away to the kitchen. I watched her as she left the room thinking of the fun I had in store for her and her body. She returned with a plate of lobster, I instructed her to shell it and then feed it to me. She had brought utensils, but I wanted her fingers and she fed me piece by piece. She had not forgotten my iced tea and I was pleased with this as I gulped it down. I offered her some lobster and placing it on my belly I had her eat it off and lick me clean. Thinking she may be thirsty I took the glass of ice tea, placed my soft cock into the tea and then had her suck her share of the ice tea off my cock. I told her if she was thirsty that is how she is to get her drink. "May I please have more, master?" She asked. "Yes, you may." I replied as she placed my cock back in the ice tea and then pulled it out sucking the tea off my cock and repeating it. "Is it possible for you to make me some garlic bread?" I had a craving for it suddenly. "I believe so, yes master" she said standing up. "Let me check" and she ambled away. I could not tell if she was disappointed that I was being rather easy on her or if she was happy this way, but the tables were soon going to take a harsh and evil turn as I was about to take control and test her limits. If she only knew what I had in store, she would be more than nervous. Returning with my garlic bread I had her lick the crumbs off of me after every bite. My mind was racing for ways to tease her and inevitably make her mine. I stood up declaring that it was time to play a game. I led her through her house into her "toy" room. I told her to get me a ladder as I went to my truck for some tools. We met in the middle of her room and I set the ladder near the middle. I first used the stud finder and then hand drilled a hole. I then twisted and locked the device into the ceiling checking to make sure it could hold my weight with no problem. What protruded from the ceiling was a large metal circle. I brought out my ties typically used in securing a volleyball net using pulleys to secure the weight. I took her hands and bound her wrists together in front of her and then raising her arms to the ceiling I clipped them onto the ring. I then pulled the ropes through the pulley creating tension and tugging her up on her tip toes. I let her watch all that I was doing thus far so she would not feel threatened, but soon I was to blindfold her and get the games going. Pulling two scarves from my bag, I climbed on the ladder and secured the scarves as blindfolds double thick to ensure no cheating or peeking. I then opened up two twisty ear plugs and twisted them inserting them in her ears and letting them expand. I was taking her senses from her. First vision, second, hearing, and finally with a padded clothespin I clipped her nostrils closed. No more smell. "Can you breathe okay? Slave?" She nodded and said, "Yes master." So there was my slave, Kat, could no longer see, hear, smell, taste or touch, bound vulnerable and helpless. I loosened the ropes a bit so she could rest her feet flat on the ground and then turned off the lights. I walked around lighting candles wondering what Kat was thinking in her little world right now. I walked up to her and lightly put my hand on her ass. She nearly jumped out of her skin she was so startled by my touch. I back away and left her there. I had brought some things of my own for this game and I also needed to check her kitchen inventory for some other items and her garage as well. I returned a few minutes later and rolled out some painter's plastic. Once again she jumped when I grabbed her calf to lift her leg so I could place it under her feet. I then placed my collection of game toys on the bed. I walked up to her and tickled the hair under her arm as she thrashed a bit towards me. "Are you okay, Kat?" I wondered as I leaned into her ear so she could hear me. "Yes, master, my arms are tiring though." She replied. "Well we are about to begin, I think you may forget your discomfort and play along with our game." "Now this is the game. I will touch you with various objects, some I may throw at you, some I may caress you with, some I may scratch you with, but as you may guess the game is for you to determine what each object or liquid is. For example, and I rub the metal of the drill against her leg. What is this?" "I don't know" "You don't know? You saw me use this just minutes ago. Had you simply said metal I would have told you were getting hot, warm or cold to help you. Now any questions?" "No, master, I understand the game." You say barely above a whisper. "No questions? Well now of course you must be wondering what happens when you get one right. Well you get 5 right you get your smell back, ten right you get your hearing, and at 15 right you get your sight, finally at 20 right you will be let down from the ceiling." You nod your head as you absorb the game. "And if you get an answer wrong? You wonder. Well wherever I have touched you with the item you will be spanked, slapped, whipped or flicked to my choosing. Now! Are you ready to begin?" "Yes, master" Knowing that the clothespin would probably be the most painful, the rest easier to handle I wanted to make it fairly easy for her to get a few questions right, but then again with all her senses removed it would be tougher. So the first item I made it simple so she could get it correct, yet still have fun with it. I circled her with an ice cube in my hand and then stood in front of her and slowly placed the ice cube directly on the tip of her hard nipple. She jerked back from it at first from the sudden cold. "Ice cube" she said. "Correct, that is one for you, next." Again I wanted to keep it simple, let her think this was going to be easy, before I made it difficult. This time I used a feather and tickled the hair under left arm, again she jerked away, but got it right. "A feather?" she asked. "Wow you are good at this game. Two for two." I laughed. The next one was a bit harder but possible for her to get it. I walked over and picked up a candle. This time I took my time letting her relax a bit before continuing, building her suspense. I walked back in front of her and let the candle heat the upper half of her tit until hot candle wax dripped down onto the opposite nipple of the ice. Once again she jerked back. I thought the heat would give it away and it did. "Candle wax." She guessed. "You are just too good for this game, slave, right again, you have three right. Two more and you get your smell back." The next item is going to be touch without smell as I hold a rose with its thorny stem. I take the flower and rub it across your tits and as I go down your body, down your belly, towards your pussy I let the thorns scratch your skin lightly. When I reach your pussy I tickle you there gently with the rose's soft petals. You nod your head, "I don't know!" "Ah your first punishment." I say and without hesitation I slap your right tit facing me with my right hand and then the left tit with the left hand. You jump back in surprise. I am surprised to see a redness grow on each tit as I did not think I slapped that hard. I open a tube of Icy Hot, knowing if your smell was working you would get it right off …but as you cant smell I rub some on one cheek of your ass. At first you nod your head that you have no idea and then as it heats up you say "Ben Gay." That is close enough, I exclaim, you now have four right. I can imagine that the pinching of the clothespin has to be hurting so I want you to get the next one right to ease your discomfort so I make the next one even simpler. I place a strawberry at your lips, you open your mouth and take it in, and clearly your tastes buds are working despite no smell and you guess, "Strawberries." I walk over and unclamp your nose. I can hear you breath in and out with relief. Now it was time to have some fun. The next item were two water balloons, one filled with warm water, the other half filled with shaving cream and water. My first throw caught you right between the tits splashing warm water all over you. "Water" you called out. I could not deny you got that one right. I walked behind you and let fly with the second water balloon and this time I aimed for your ass but missed and hit your lower back splashing water and shaving cream all over you. "Water" you called out again. "Wrong, slave." I laughed "now for your punishment." I walked up to her and slowly ran my hands up and down her back and over her ass, prying fingers into her crack and then back up until, Whack! I let loose with 5 quick spanks to her upper ass/lower back area right where the balloon hit its target. I then squirted mustard onto a spatula and flicked it onto her chest. Apparently her nose was working as she guessed mustard correctly. I walked around her with a can of silly string and sprayed her body. She guessed wrong once again. This time I spanked her stomach, her tits right across the nipples and her ass as I had sprayed silly string all over those areas. "You have seven right so far, slave. Having fun?" I laughed as I asked her. "Yes, master, but master my arms are getting tired." She said. "You dare, complain? Ahhhhh poor baby's arms getting tired?: Whack! I spanked her ass hard. Over and over I spanked her cheeks red. "Have you forgotten your arms being tired yet?" "Y-yes, master." She barely replied. Now, where were we." I asked to myself. "I believe you have seven correct." I shake a can, which she might barely be able to hear, and spray whip cream all over her face and for fun two squirts on her nipples and a big bush of whip cream around her pussy. She is good at this game as she must have smelt it on her nose and got her eighth answer right. At this point I can tell that her arms are getting seriously tired. I walked up and tickled the hair under her arms and lightly caress her nipples under the whip cream and then commanded her to open her mouth and clean my finger of the whip cream. I pull out some chocolate syrup and pour all over her and then finish the can spraying whip cream all over her and finally I toss chopped nuts in the air all over her. I am not sure what she is thinking as she is still playing the game yelling out guesses, but I have simply grown bored with the game and my cock is rock hard and ready for her. I reach up and pull out the ear plugs from her ears. "Are you ok, slave?" I whisper. "Yes, master" she whispers, though I can tell as she struggles under her arms trying to keep herself from cramping. I walk behind her and spread her cheeks spraying the last of the whip cream on and around her ass hole. I then lick the whip cream off of her and then stand up and walk around and kiss her mouth full of whip cream. I move close to her, my cock rubbing up along her belly trapped between our bodies and I reach up and unclip her arms. As she slides down blindfolded still she drops to the plastic on the ground. I am ready to fuck and need it so I sit across her body and slide my cock between her tits fucking between then. I pull her head forward and she opens her mouth to try and receive my cock as I slide up to it. The whip cream and chocolate slide between us as I slide my body up and down her. I then sit on her tits and place my cock on her lips as she starts to suck me. I spin around facing her feet and she starts to lick the whip cream off my balls and around my ass as she licks my ass I sit back on her face lightly keeping my weight off of her for the most part. I can feel her tongue licking my ass hole; I lift up giving her more access as her tongue probes my ass. Falling forward I playfully wipe the whip cream along the hair of her pussy and the hair on her legs. As I lean forward she takes my cock in her mouth as I eat the whip cream and her pussy at the same time. We both now are drenched in a mess as I stand up I grab her tits pulling her to her knees. I place my cock on her lips she sucks me in as I fuck her mouth I pull her head back driving my cock deep into her throat and back out. Coming close to cumming I pull her head away by her hair and lay down in the mess once again. I pull her onto me straddling me. I tell her to put me in her and fuck me. I watch her slide down on my cock and then lift herself up, my cock lost in the meshing of our pubic hair. I harshly tweak her nipples and playfully slap her tits and they jiggle and bounce in front of me as she fucks up and down on my cock her hands placed on my belly to use both for balance and to push up off of. She throws her head back moaning and screaming each time she slides down my cock as I thrust up into her. I put my hands on her thighs to slow her and have her spin around facing my feet while keeping my cock buried in her pussy. I watch as she slides away from me then back down on my cock. As she fucks my cock I start fingering her ass hole, meeting each thrust of her's with my fingers thrusting forward into her ass. Once again I grab her thighs and stop her. "Sit on my cock" I demand. "I want to be in your ass." She lifts herself up squatting over my cock and reaches between her legs grabbing my cock and points the head at her puckered ass entrance. As she slowly starts to slide down on my cock I thrust up harshly ramming it up and impaling her. I relax lying on my back as I watch her squat up off my cock and back down fucking it faster and faster. Her moans and dirty talk are driving me crazy as she tells me how she loves being "fucked in the ass" and she is "gonna cum". I am surprised by my slave's vocabulary, yet love the fact she is so dirty and nasty as she begs me to fuck her harder and how she wants me to cum for her. When I can take no more and need to cum. I lay her back down on the mess on the plastic and once again sit on those beautiful tits. I tell her to tell me how much she wants to see me cum as she knows what I want to hear. I sit and stroke my cock. Sliding my hand up the shaft and over the head, twisting, and back down the head. "Cum for me baby, I wanna see you shoot. Cum on my face, please. Master. Cum. Cum. Cum. mmmmm. Cum for me. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh you make so hot master." I sit up stroking my cock faster I grab her left hand and tell her to jerk me off onto your face. She takes off right where I left off stroking my cock extremely fast and I know she can feel my cock grow in her hand as I am about to explode. The first squirt of cum hits her in the cheek and forehead, the second gets caught in her hand as she continues to stroke. I grab her wrist to stop her from moving her hand and let the rest of my cum shoot onto her face and then dribble out over her hand like a volcano. I fall forward over her breathing hard and trying to catch my breath as she kisses my chest and stomach as I lean forward. I crawl forward and dangle my softening cock in front of her lips. "Clean me" I demand as she sucks my cock in her mouth and licks it clean. I climb off of her and sitting astride her I admire her body covered in our food mess. My cum drying on her chin, cheek and forehead. Now the true question is getting us cleaned up without making a mess. I stretch as far as I can reach for some towels I brought out and placed on a far table. I handed them to my slave, "Follow me to my shower, clean up any mess you may make or I make as we make our way to the shower. On your hands and knees of course. You may not clean yourself just yet." I then stepped off the plastic being careful to walk on my tip toes, not wanting to make a trail of a mess behind me. Most of the mess clung to me as I made my way down the hall to the shower. "Get my water ready!" I commanded as I stood in the back of the shower. I like my water very hot and waited for the water to warm. Again I took in my slave's body, hairy, covered in a mess, and still very desirable. I stepped forward into the scalding water, "Now wash me." I ordered and relaxed as she bathed me from head to toe. Soaping down my front and back, slowly caressing my skin, washing my hair, washing my cock and balls and my ass clean. Once finished due to the fact she had at times come in contact with my spray she was partially clean. I turned the water off and told her to stand at the end of the tub until she was sufficiently dry enough to walk down to the patio without leaving a trail of water and to meet me outside on the patio. I sat in a chair relaxing with an ice tea in my hand when Kat walked out naked and walked up to me. I had her spin around in front of me to make sure she did not do any extra cleaning of herself. For the most part the dried whip cream and chocolate etc still remained on her body as well as my cum which had dried on her face. Arrival "Kneel before me on all fours." She got on all fours I reached forward and pulled her sideways to me and then placed my feet up on her back as a foot rest. "Good slave." I whispered to her laughing a bit inside as I knew any neighbor could witness my naked Kat ottoman. I needed to rest before embarking on more fun. Arrival Chapter One: Morning It all began on a Sunday morning, in late September... We had been busy all morning, getting ready for your arrival. I wanted your first impression to be a good one. The house was clean, fresh flowers on the tables, cold beer in the fridge... The lawns were closely clipped, the gardens freshly weeded and watered. I wandered around moving things and moving them back to their original places. I heard David laugh behind me and turned to find him shaking his head and smiling at my nervousness, he pulled me into his arms and said, "It looks fine honey, you'll see, everything will be just fine." I smiled up at him nervously and shrugged my shoulders. In his eyes, I could see his excitement growing too. He held his inside better than I did, but I could see that he was ready for your arrival too. It seemed strange to me to be able to stand there in our living room in silence. Usually the house is filled with the sounds of children, but for now, they were still with their grandparents. The time was drawing closer; soon we would leave for the airport. I decided to walk through the Garden one more time. Taking my shears and basket, I stepped out on the porch, and walked slowly taking it all in, wanting to picture it as you would, for the first time... I stopped often, cutting fresh flowers enjoying the feel of the sun on my back turning toward it and feeling it warm my face. I made my way to the shade garden and stood there, listening to the birds as they chittered from their hiding places... A soft breeze was rustling the corn stalks and I made my way through the garden, snipping fresh flowers and placing them in the basket on my arm and enjoying the breeze. As always, when I am in the garden, I felt my worries disappear... I smiled, and began my walk back to the kitchen, automatically slowing my pace as I reached the herb garden, the scents of fresh herbs lifting with the breeze, calming my jangling nerves. I entered the kitchen, placing the basket on the counter and began to arrange a small bouquet to give to you when you stepped off of the plane. David walked up silently behind me, brushing the hair away from my neck and kissing me softly, sending a shiver along my spine. He asked me if I was ready and I turned to face him, the nervousness clear in my eyes. My heart pounded in my chest as we settled ourselves into the truck and made our way to the airport. As always the traffic was heavy in the city and the airport busy and full of people, but I hardly noticed as David held my hand and guided me through, my thoughts raced hoping that you were safe, that the plane would be on time, that we could find you ahead of time and many other small details. Before long, we came to the terminal, and found a place near the window to wait for you. After what seemed like an eternity, the plane finally came to rest before us, and we stood and waited for you to exit the plane. Several people came out, some looked very tired, others clearly excited to have finally reached their destination. We searched each face as they appeared and before long, there you were. A slow smile began at my lips and my heart began its race again. I could feel its thrumming in my ears as I glanced at David and saw the look of pleasure on his face. Our eyes locked and my feet moved toward you almost of their own accord. I felt the happiness swell in my chest and a cry rose to my lips, I couldn't help myself as I ran yelling through the crowd, wiggling my way through with muttered apologies and excuse me's. My god you're here, you're here! I could hear David's laughter as I ran, skidding to a stop in your arms, crushing your flowers between us as we held each other tight. Through the laughter and tears and kisses and giggles, I whispered, "Oh honey, you're finally here!" You pulled me away from your chest then and looked at me, and through the tears I could see your emotions clearly on your face for the very first time... I heard David move up beside us and say, "Hey bud!" I moved out of his way as the two of you embraced. I stood watching the both of you and my heart swelled with joy, happiness and pride. Finally, after all this time, here we were, face to face. I guess we would have stood there just staring and smiling if it hadn't been for David's good sense. He guided us through the airport as I kept my arms around both of your waists, my happiness clear for everyone to see. We reached the doors to the airport and walked out into the bright sunshine and made our way through the traffic to the truck. I was so excited to finally have you where I could see you. David seemed to be enjoying the looks on our faces and started in teasing, as the "yack fest" began... Chapter Two New Beginnings When we pulled up out front, I practically pulled you from the truck to the garden, wanting you to see everything. We walked with fingers intertwined from one flowerbed to another, slowly made our way to the front door. You followed me into the kitchen and we found David there, putting together an ice chest to take out back with us. The two of you began talking and David offered you a cold beer. I was finally at a loss for words and just stood there, watching you. My eyes roamed over you burning this into my memory for always. You were leaning with your back against the counter by the sink, elbows resting on the countertop, cold beer held by the bottle's neck in your right hand, laughing and joking so comfortably with David, just as if it were any normal day. My eyes filled with tears and my heart swelled with tenderness looking at you there, you looked as if you'd stood there comfortably many times before. I don't know how long I stood there staring, but when our eyes met, it made me blush. David looked at my expression and turned to you and smiled, a hearty laugh began in his chest as he teased... "Baby, aren't you going to show him the real garden?" I nodded my head and reached for your hand as David opened the sliding glass door. We walked out into the heat of the day and were instantly surrounded by the smell of fresh herbs. The herb garden was lush and green, the scents of the individual plants strong in the heat of the day. The basil was in full splendor, full of tiny white flowers, busy with bees and butterflies. We walked slowly and David laughed as he passed us by, heading toward his favorite spot to watch. I wanted to show it all to you and had so many things for you to taste, smell and touch! Just holding your hand, having you finally see it all, as I had described so many times, this was such a wonderful day! We came to the corner of the house along the path and I turned to watch your reaction as the garden opened up before you, a wide expanse of lawn, bordered by never ending flower borders. You stopped and stood there holding my hand and taking it all in. All of the sadness from the loss that the floods had caused drifted away from my mind, the hours of hard work rebuilding had paid off in just that one look. I glanced over at the bench where David was sitting and smiled. We exchanged a look and I could see that he understood what I was feeling as he smiled. Chanteclaire picked that moment to crow and your eyes moved toward the sound and I felt my body grow warm at the sight of your smile as your eyes took in the entrance to the vegetable garden, partially hidden by the giant dragon grape vine topiary at its entrance. I moved closer to you and slipped my arms around your waist. I looked up at you and asked if you were ready to see the rest of it. You nodded and grinned down at me, I tilted my face up to look at you and our eyes locked, my hands traveled up your back as you bent to kiss my lips for the very first time. David still hadn't said a word since we came outside, and yet I felt his presence. Turning to face him, I smiled and saw the look in his eyes, knowing that he had waited for this moment as long as I. He stood then, and walked with us to the vegetable garden. We stopped at the archway, the dragon's neck that leads into the vegetable garden and picked sweet red strawberries from David's favorite part of the garden. I stood there looking up at you and brought a strawberry to your lips. You opened your mouth and took a bite, the juices flowing into your mouth and across my palm. You took my hand and while looking into my eyes, ran your tongue down the palm of my hand. I moaned and felt myself grow wet with excitement. Your lips covered mine and we tasted each other's passions mixed with the sweetness of the berry and the bitterness of the beer. Odd combination but nonetheless, very sexy. I felt David move behind me, felt the strength of his chest against my back as I tilted my head to kiss him as you pressed your chest against mine. I was surrounded with warmth and filled with passion. I felt your hands move from my waist to explore my breasts, your fingers softly brushing my sides as your hands discovered my form. I kissed David deeply, tasting his sweetness, so many sensations, so many thoughts in my mind, my body reacting on its own, my hips moved toward you, arched to rub against your hardened flesh. I leaned back against David and his hands moved, covering your own, pulling them to cover my breasts completely, letting you know that it was what he wanted too. His lips left mine and ran along my jaw to my neck, tasting and nibbling my sensitive skin as you kissed me again, this time more deeply. Our tongues met and played together, the tip of your tongue stroking the roof of my mouth and I captured it, sucking softly. You moved your leg between mine and pressed your thigh against my warmth then, your hands stroking my nipples, hardening them through the thin fabric of my shirt. I felt David's hardness against my behind and moaned into your open mouth, shuddering as I felt the first wave of our shared passions overtake me. Chapter Three: The Shade garden The sun was hot beating down on us and we moved to the shade garden, stepping under the rose overhang. All was lush, green and cool inside. You both entered before me and sat on the bench. I looked around at the plants within, enjoying the cool shade. Looking at you both, sitting there side by side I smiled mischievously, coming to rest on my knees before the both of you. David reached out and stroked the hair back from the side of my face, and smiled at me. I looked at you, your expression was a somewhat nervous one, but you looked quite happy. I smiled up at you and leaned forward, resting my head on your knee. David looked into my eyes and nodded his encouragement. I reached up with both hands, and stroked the calf of each man before me. It was a strange but exciting feeling, sitting there touching both of you, I felt my face flush and my heart begin to beat faster. I drug my fingernails slowly up the seam of each pant leg, feeling the muscles beneath, looking up at you, seeing the excitement in your eyes and then looking deeply into David's eyes to see his excitement growing too. I got up onto my knees and turned toward David as I kissed him deeply, I pulled his shirt free of his jeans and slowly slipped it over his head. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his chest, stopping to play with the hair on his belly. I smiled up at him, and he whispered, "Undress him baby". We had talked about this moment before, all of us had, but being there was much different. So exciting, even though I was nervous, I felt comfortable with you both. I looked up at you, and saw the look in your eyes, and moved toward you, rubbing my breasts against your knees. You pulled me up then and kissed me softly, holding me in your lap. I unbuttoned your shirt as we felt each other's lips, once again. Touching tenderly, softly at first, then I felt your hands on my sides, and traveling slowly over my body, I felt myself becoming wetter, and so very excited. I pulled your shirt away from your shoulders, kissing your neck and the contours of your jaw, traveling back up to your neck again, lips resting close to your ear, I nibbled on your earlobe and circled your ear with the tip of my tongue, feeling your chest rise and fall more rapidly beneath my hands. My hands explored your chest and shoulders, committing the feel of you to memory, feeling David move even closer to us, his hands moving across my back and coming to rest on my shoulders. He stroked my hair back from my face and ran his tongue down my neck and to the sensitive place at my shoulder, sucking softly... I felt David's hands run down my arms, and move to my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples with his fingertips. He began slowly unbuttoning my blouse and I felt myself becoming more excited by his touch. I felt your eyes on me and smiled as I moved to release my blouse. I felt David's strong hands, lifting my breasts, stroking the undersides of them as you leaned forward and took my left nipple between your teeth, my body responded as if it had a mind of its own. A soft moan escaped my lips, as I kissed you more deeply this time, exploring your lips with my tongue. I could feel your hardness beneath me and David's too as he straddled the bench, coming to rest with his hard chest against my back. I could feel his warm breath close to my shoulder as he sucked softly at my neck. Feeling both of you touching my soft skin, your hand stroking my thigh and moving upward, teasing the skin at the hem of my shorts. Your fingertips lightly stroked my skin there, sending shivers through my body as you circled my nipple with your tongue. David's tongue ran along the side of my neck, spreading the warmth through my body. My hands made their way down your chest and came to rest at the waistband of your jeans. I unbuttoned your jeans then, pulling the zipper down slowly, moving off of your lap and kneeling in front of you both again. You lifted up, allowing me to pull your pants away, exposing your naked body to me. I leaned toward you and ran my hands up your legs, feeling the strength in your thighs as I moved toward your hardened shaft. Taking you in my hands, I stroked you softly as my tongue trailed up your leg, causing you to harden even more in my hands. I looked into your eyes, my lips forming a slow smile as my tongue reached out to taste you for the first time. I heard you moan as my lips covered your hard shaft and I pulled you deeper into my mouth. Sucking softly, tasting and exploring you. I was eager, wanting to feel all of you at once, the tip of your shaft brushing the roof of my mouth as you entered my throat, I moaned and felt a surge of wetness and warmth between my legs and sensed movement behind me. David took my hips in his hands and moved behind me, rubbing his hardened manhood, still trapped in his jeans, against my behind. I backed away from you slowly, keeping the tip of your shaft in my mouth, looking up at you again and smiled playfully, nibbling at the head of your shaft. I watched your eyes as your excitement grew. David pulled my shorts down in one fluid movement, letting them drop to my knees, he spread my legs wide and moved to taste my excitement. His tongue roamed slowly over my ass, parting my cheeks with his tongue. He pushed me forward over you as I sucked harder on your slick shaft, pulling it once again deep into my throat, covering my hands with wetness as my hands slid over the full length of you, moving with the rhythm of my mouth. I sucked harder as I felt my own excitement beginning to peak. David thrust his tongue deep inside of me. I heard your breath coming faster and our eyes met and held each other as I sucked you deeply into my throat. David spoke softly saying, "Yes baby, that's it, take him, make him come." You moaned in response as the muscles in my mouth tightened around you, pulling you all the way back into my throat, you shuddered and gasped as you filled my throat with your essence, I swallowed, and began to suck harder, my hands still sliding over you, as waves of pleasure washed over you. I looked into your eyes and watched your expression, something I had only imagined, having only seen a look of pleasure in David's eyes this way before. David's tongue thrust deeper into my pussy and I felt myself overtaken as I came around his tongue. I sucked and slid my way down your slick shaft as I gently licked the underside, feeling you begin to harden again in my mouth. I was so turned on watching you this way and tasting you at the same time. David stood behind me and took off his jeans, grabbed my hips and slowly entered me. I moaned around your shaft and tilted my hips to meet his thrust. He was so hard and excited, I could feel his pulse, he grabbed my hair and held on, tilting my head, I looked deeply into your eyes as my tongue played over you, seeing the passion in your eyes, I slid back away from you slowly and smiled as I outlined the head of your beautiful manhood with the tip of my tongue. I began to slowly nibble and kiss, licking gently at the v at the tip, catching a droplet of your wetness and savoring your taste. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of your hard shaft and stroked slowly, guiding the head across my lips and cheek, marveling at the smoothness and the sensual feeling of you against my skin. Breathing in your scent and thrusting back to meet David's hard cock as it filled me again and again. Your hands caressed my face and guided me over you, teaching me just how to pleasure you, never had I felt such ecstasy before... I could feel David tensing and clenched the muscles in my pussy, as he moaned and thrust harder against me, he leaned forward over me and softly said, "Rub your clit baby, let me feel you come for me." My right hand slowly stroked your thigh and my breast. Feeling my nipple rise at my soft touch, I trailed my fingers downwards, teasing myself with the slowness of my caresses. My fingers found the soft patch of hair above my throbbing mound, slowly stroking my outer lips and then sliding my finger inside next to David's hard shaft, I felt my warmth and wetness cover my finger and slowly pulled away, reaching back up to your lips, your mouth opened as you smiled down on me, making me shiver with excitement as you sucked my fingers deeply into your mouth. As my fingers slowly slid from your mouth, you nibbled at my fingertip and smiled. I smiled back and swirled my tongue around the head of your cock as my hand moved slowly back down my body, finding my clitty and circling it with my fingertip. I had never felt this many sensations before and whimpered as I sensed that we were all getting really close. I pulled you deeply into my mouth again and looked up at you as your eyes began to close and I felt your sweet shaft tense in my throat. I slid my mouth back up capturing just the tip between my teeth and nibbled at the head, then licked slowly around covering you again with my wetness. You moaned, "Oh God yes," and pulled my head all the way down, forcing yourself deep into my waiting throat, filling my mouth with your warmth as a surge of wetness filled my throat. David moved fast and hard against my wet mound and slowly pulled out of me as he shuddered, covering my back with his come. David rested on top of me, laying his forehead on my back as I slowly fondled your shaft, sliding my hand down to stroke your balls and inner thigh softly. Chapter four After a time, we all gathered our clothes and moved back to the table. Standing there in the dappled shade of the mulberry tree, you reached into the cooler and brought out a bottle, dripping with condensation. You looked over at David and exchanged a knowing glance, smiling mischievously. David was standing behind me and pulled my shoulders back, holding me tight. You brought the bottle to my lips and poured the cold beer into my mouth, quenching my thirst. The icy beer poured down my chin and onto my breastbone and you followed the trail with your tongue, what a wonderful sensation, the cold liquid and your hot tongue, together on my skin. Arrival David pulled me back with him as he sat on the bench, holding onto my thighs spreading them as you kneeled before me, pouring the cold beer over my nipples. I moaned and begged for you to kiss me. You tilted your face up at me and outlined my lips with your tongue sending me right over the edge. Your tongue ran slowly along my jaw and your lips brushed against my ear as you whispered, "Now it's my turn." David held me still and watched as you explored my body with your tongue. You nibbled and sucked at one nipple as your fingertips stroked the other. Your hands and tongue played over my form, tasting and feeling the contours of my body, making me shiver and moan, wanting more. Your tongue found the curve of my hip and then your teeth, I whimpered and tried to move toward you, begging you to take me but you moved slowly, teasing me. I felt my heart thrum in my chest and tried to free myself from David's grip but he just laughed softly and said "I've got you." You sucked at the hollow at my hip and I felt myself shudder with pleasure, moaning and begging you to take me. You looked into my eyes and smiled as your tongue trailed down lower, outlining the heart shaped patch of soft hair with the tip of your tongue. I leaned back against David's strong chest and his arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly. Your fingertips parted my folds as you took a long, loving taste. You slid your finger inside me very slowly, sliding it deeper and deeper until your palm was pressed tightly against my aching mound. Pressing harder and moving your hand rubbing your palm firmly against my clit, I screamed in pleasure and felt myself come over your strong hand. You pulled away then and pushed my thighs farther apart, sucking my small, swollen clit into your mouth. I moaned and thrust my hips. You grabbed my thighs and covered my pussy with your mouth as your tongue slipped deep into my waiting mound, tasting my come for the first time. Your fingers explored my ass and ran slowly along my tiny opening, sending waves of pleasure through me. You moved your finger slowly, gently against my tight hole as your tongue moved inside my wet pussy, I bit my lip and tried to hold back. You responded by applying more pressure with your fingertip, slowly opening me, stretching me, sliding your finger deeper and ever deeper inside of me. My body responded on its own now. I tilted my hips and pushed myself purposely down onto your finger, David's hands pulled at my nipples, he stroked and gripped my breasts, making me moan and beg, "Please, I need you both inside of me... Now." Your lips returned to my throbbing clit and you sucked and nibbled, my muscles clenched, tightening around your finger. David settled me back onto the bench and moved to your side, coming to kneel between my legs next to you. His tongue trailed from my right knee to my hip, catching the muscle of my inner thigh between his teeth, dragging slowly along its length, he licked my outer lip softly as your tongue gently spread me open wider, feeling you both, your hands on my thighs and your broad shoulders pushing my legs wider, you both spread me open, as each of you licked my inner folds, tongues stroking both sides of my throbbing bud, teasing me, making me ache for more. Your finger moved slowly in and out of my ass as you both teased my pussy making me wild with desire. David's tongue slipped downward, dipping into my pussy, pushing deeper, stroking my inner walls as you sucked lightly, toying with my clit. David moved back up, nibbling at my pussy lips as you slid a finger inside of my pussy. I felt his hand move down to join yours and he slid his finger inside me beside yours. Moving your finger outward as he thrust in, creating a rhythm that made me want it never to end. David's other hand reached back to join yours on my ass, spreading me wider as you slid a second finger into me. I was so ready and looked into your eyes and David's, pleading with you both. You moved slowly away from me then and sat on the bench, David spread my ass cheeks and teased and probed my opening with his tongue, readying me for your hardness. You pulled me over your lap and guided me slowly down onto you, spreading my tight ass even further, sliding me down onto you until you filled me completely with your hard shaft. David fingered my pussy and sucked my clit, making me wild with pleasure. He knelt in front of me then, and rubbed the head of his hardened cock around my pussy, teasing me and asking me if I needed more. I begged him to fill me, to help me to come again. He guided himself slowly in, filling me completely as you thrust your hardness deeply into my bottom, I cried out from the intensity of pain mixed with pleasure, as I came again and again over the both of you. Arrival I'd been waiting all month for you to get here. The anticipation was so much, I almost couldn't handle it. Yet, there I was standing in baggage claim waiting to see your broad shoulders and trademark hat. With the flow of people it was hard to see where you would be; and with that flow of people I dropped my purse. I looked up from gathering my scatted belongings and there you were, feet from me. It was if time slowed around us. You set your bag down and held out your hand to me. Oh how I love your hands. Big, rough strong, you could so easily break me just like you love me with those hands. It was a thrill for me. I stood and we were instantaneously attached to one another. I began crying and it was moments before you followed suit. I knew I'd missed you, but my heart just didn't realize how much until it felt you again. After you were settled in my room, and dinner was had we left for a walk. I wanted you to see the amazing view of the canyon. Plus, I had ulterior motives. We stood at the fence blocking the edge of the canyon, your arms around my shoulders with my hands in yours. I smiled my little smile at you and let go of your hands and pulled away. I walked down the gravel and I knew you'd follow me no matter ho much, or how little I'd said with that smile. I worked my way to the baseball field and into the dug out that was completely dark. As I knew, you followed. A few questions fell from your lips, but they were stopped with a deep kiss. There was nothing but our lips touching, and suddenly it was if a dam had broken. You pressed me against the concrete wall and ripped my shirt open. I head the buttons spray against the floor in protest. The you growled with frustration when you met with my tank top. You pulled it down so that I was exposed. One of your hands held mine above my head, while the other grabbed pulled and manipulated me so I was panting. I felt so good to be at your mercy, to be utterly helpless. Your mouth found my breast and I moaned my pleasure. Your free hand worked under my skirt and into the lace underwear that drive you nuts. And with little warning you plunged your fingers into me. I nearly screamed with sensation. I need you so badly. You moved your fingers in and out of me, a mere shadow of what I knew you could really do. I felt the tightening of my belly with the thought and I knew I was close. So damn close. Then you did two things at once, bit my neck it that oh-so sensitive area, and pressed on that place in me. I was gone. I bit my palm to keep quite as I rode the wave. You still slowly fingered me, until my orgasm had passed. I dropped to my knees in front of you. In a matter of moments your belt and jeans were on the ground. I just ran my cheek along you, like a cat would beg for attention. I took in the smell that was all you, that gave me goosebumps and made me want you. My tongue flicked across the head while my hand went to the base. I slid you into my mouth, sucking, massaging and licking. I head you groan and your grabbed my head and started to thrust into my mouth. You knew how much that turned me on, and oh God did it. I ran my tongue all over you and I hit a sensitive spot because you shivered and said "Oh, God." I was suddenly standing and bent over. I placed my hands on the bench in front of me to steady myself as you nearly tore my panties off. You raised my skirt, spread my legs and entered me with a deep thrust. I moaned, oh did you feel so good. Soon we were both panting and moaning. You grabbed my breast and that undid me. I felt myself begin to loose control and you were right there with me. We began to pull our clothes back on, and I sat down. The shaking in my body too much. I looked up at you with a goofy little smile. And you gave me a look that was all male, that said you knew what you did to me, and we both liked it. Arrival We dash through the doors of the train just as they're closing behind us. Laughing at each other, we slip into a seat near the back of the car, pressed closely against each other. "You almost made us miss our train," I smirk. "Me?! Hardly! It was your big hose that made the mess!" You reach down to squeeze my cock. "Only because of how well you can handle it," I grin again, pressing your hand more firmly against me. "And lick it. And suck it." Your eyes flare with the exciting memory of the past half hour. "You're still the only one who's ever made me cum from a blowjob. You have a VERY talented mouth!" "I expect you to do the same for me when we get home!" "Oh I'm definitely looking forward to it!" I lean into you and kiss you deeply. Your mouth opens and comes alive as our chemistry fires up yet again. This reunion has been just as hot as our previous trysts - only 20 minutes ago we were both naked on your bed. Our lustful eyes were locked on each other as you bobbed your head on my cock, your tongue swirling around the head, sucking deeply. Your fingers stroked my balls, drawing plaintive moans of pleasure from me. I'd warned you that I'd done nothing more than tease myself for almost a week, but you were still hardly prepared when I finally erupted. My hot cum shot out, filling your mouth with the treat you'd been wanting. You started to sit up, thinking me done, but your hands were still playing with me, and it had been far, far too long - yet another gush of cum shot out and in surprise you squeezed my balls hard. "Oh YES!" Those second and third shots splashed over your face and tits, reminding you how good it feels to me when you squeeze me hard at the moment of climax. Cleaning up took a bit longer than expected though, thus our rush for the train. That memory is fresh in our minds as we kiss fiercely. Your hand in my lap is rubbing me hard, starting to pull at my zipper, wanting to get to my thickening cock. My arms are wrapped around you, one hand slipping under your arm to squeeze your full, swelling breast and press it against your chest. Our breathing has become ragged as we both are clearly thinking about your fantasy of fucking on the Metro. The sound of the doors opening invades our focus, but when I notice that the only one walking on is a young woman about our age, I roll your nipple in my fingers, drawing a small gasp. I keep kissing you as she sits on the opposite side of the car, facing away. I know how excited you get by the thought of exhibitionism and begin nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "I think she's watching us," I whisper. A quiet breath is your only response, but I know your eyes are on her now. "See how she's looking away from us, right into the reflection in the window? She wants to see you." Your hand is still absently rubbing my cock, but your focus is now on what I'm doing to you. My kisses roam over your sensitive neck, sometimes coming back to French you deeply, your excitement clear from the frantic writhing of your tongue. My hand slides down off your breast, across your stomach, your thighs, to the edge of your short skirt. You feel my fingers on the bare skin of your legs. I was extremely happy to see you in this skirt when I got here, especially given our plans for the night. It's short and loose, which means it will flare beautifully while we're dancing. Combined with the strappy black heels you're wearing, it also accentuates your firm, tone legs and your tight, juicy ass. You know how weak I get for great legs and ass, especially yours. The other classic benefit of a skirt is easy access to what's beneath, a benefit I take advantage of now. My fingers slowly glide up your inner thigh, tracing circular patterns as they climb higher, higher. I reach the edge of your silky thong panties at the top of your leg and pause, knowing how much you want more by the way you shift your hips. I run my finger along the elastic, teasing, then pull the material up, down, across your pussy. I can feel your burning heat radiating from your cunt and the barely audible whimper you're making in my ear just turns me on more and more. My cock is a pillar of hot stone under your hand, and I feel your grasping it in desperation. I bite your neck lightly and whisper, "See how her hand is in her lap? She's turned on; she likes seeing you turned on. Look at her; look into the reflection, right into her eyes so she knows this is for her, too." My finger slides under the edge of your panties, gliding easily across your bare, smooth pussy. Your breath is shallow and ragged as I rub your pussy lips together, knowing your clit is being massaged between them. Your body is tense and restless, pressing against me, shifting, trying to draw my touch even more. My finger meets no resistance at all when it dips between your lips; the warm-up and thrill of being watched have combined to leave you absolutely soaking. As my finger slides into you slowly, you exhale heavily, lustily and your other hand reaches up to squeeze your breast. I can see the other girl out of the corner of my eye. Her gaze has widened; she knows what just happened. I see her shift in her seat and her hand sinks further into her lap. We can tell she wants what you have, wants a finger, two, then three working slowly into her cunt. Your hips shift again, giving me a better angle, allowing my fingers in even deeper while my palm softly grinds against your pussy, gently massaging your clit. We shift into a slow rhythm, you rolling your hips in time with my fingers. You reach forward to grasp the seat in front of you, catching a glimpse of the girl. Her eyes closed momentarily and her shifting and arm movement clearly show that she's rubbing herself through her jeans. You turn back, looking at me, and we kiss deeply again. The tension coursing through your body tells me that you're close. My arm behind reaches around to hold your tit firmly, while I press my hand harder against your pussy. Grinding into you, I feel your pussy starting to convulse around my fingers as you gasp quickly and quietly in my arms, your eyes clenched tightly shut. The small, quiet orgasm washes through you, relieving much of the tension that had been building since we met in the airport. As you subtly shudder, I see the other girl staring at your reflection. Her own hand is clearly grinding hard into her pussy, while the other has slid up and is pulling hard on her nipples. Her climax hits her and she groans aloud as she slumps forward in her seat. You have relaxed back into me and my hand lies passively atop your pussy, warm and comforting as you recover. The doors of the train open and the girl's head snaps up and around. Clearly disoriented, she fumbles for her bag and lurches for the door, trying to get out before we leave her stop. Still, in the doorway she pauses and glances over at us directly. She sees the dreamy, satisfied glow on your face and the warm smile on mine. I give her a silent wink. She grins and steps out just as the doors begin to close. "Too bad," you murmur, "Might have been fun for her to come dancing with us!" Arrival of the RX-2000 Chapter 1 - The RX-2000 Doctor Joshua Smithy sat on his couch at home, in a small city on the west coast of America. He was bent over a pile of papers on his coffee table, slowly reading and correcting them. The radio nearby was playing a jaunty tune. It may be the year 2030, but the world hadn't changed much since 2000. The world was run by the four major super powers, America, Russia, China and, more recently, Japan. There had been major advances in computer technology, some war here and there and a small science colony on the moon. Joshua was a young man of twenty six with an average body and a small goatee and mustache. He had a nice dark brown haircut and a sharp smile that had caught more than one young school girl's heart. He wore gold, half lens reading glasses. The song on the radio faded out and the radio DJ came on and started to talk. She had a smooth voice and a quick tongue. "This announcement marks the first day of the fifty first week of the impossible riddle and the mystery prize! Only a week until this question makes a year long of failures. Three hundred and sixty five failed answers." The DJ said. Josh had been trying to figure out the answer to the riddle for almost three months now. Even having a doctorate in Mathematics wasn't enough to give him the answer to the puzzle. "For those who haven't heard it yet, listen closely, because I only say it once a day. Here goes..." The DJ called, "Three gods A, B, and C are called, in no particular order, True, False, and Random. True always speaks truly, False always speaks falsely, but whether Random speaks truly or falsely is a completely random matter. Your task is to determine the identities of A, B, and C by asking three yes-no questions; each question must be put to exactly one god. The gods understand English, but will answer all questions in their own language, in which the words for yes and no are da and ja, in some order. You do not know which word means which. Please give your answers with explained reasoning." "That's it!" Josh cried, having a strong idea. He snatched up the phone and dialed the radio station's number. The phone rang and the DJ picked up the phone. "One oh one point six FM, where the women are loud and the music is louder! Please turn down the radio and give us your name and what you do!" The DJ said into the phone. "My name is Doctor Joshua Smithy and I'm a professor at Whitesmith university." Josh told the DJ. "Okay Doc Josh! What three questions are you going to ask?" The DJ asked. "Okay, follow me closely on this one. My first question is to God B! If I asked you 'Is A Random?', would you say Ja?" Josh asked. "Ja!" The DJ called. "Okay. That means that either you or A is random. Now, God C, if I asked you 'Are you True?', would you say Ja?" Josh asked. "Ja!" The DJ said again. "Okay, now because of a logical decision through elimination, Ja must mean yes because if truth was asked the first question, Ja would mean yes. If false is asked, he is lying and so Da would be no. This is because If B had been truth and had said Ja then C could not have said Da because it would be a truth and therefore must've answered Ja. If B had been false, then he couldn't have answered truthfully and Ja would mean No. So then if C is asked, he would've answered Ja and, proving himself to be random. So the last question is to God C again. If I asked you 'Is B random?' would you say Ja?" "Da!" The Dj said with a tone of amazement. "Okay, because of the series of questions, it can be deduced that the god I have not talked to yet is Random. That also means that B is truth and C is false. Am I correct?" Joshua asked. "Well...I...My god...yes~!" The DJ cried. There was a siren and a loud clanging bells for almost a minute. "We have a winner! Doctor Joshua Smithy from Whitesmith University has answered the impossible riddle correctly! God A is random! God B is Truth! God C is False! He explained his reasoning and explained correctly, which nobody has done yet!" The DJ cried. "So what do I get?" Josh asked. "The secret prize for the Impossible riddle is the following! One M-1900 Robotic maid worth a whopping thirty thousand dollars, donated by a technological institute in Tokyo, Japan as payment for marketing on this station!" The DJ said, "It will be delivered in a few days right after we get some information from you." ******* Three days later, there was a knock at the door around noon. "That must be my new Maid!" Josh said, jumping up. He lived in a small two bedroom house in a nice suburb. His house had a single attached garage and a few hundred square feet of yard. His living room was furnished nicely and his bathroom had a large bathtub and a shower stall in it. He owned one nice luxury car and took occasional vacations. Overall, he had a nice life by himself. But he had never considered any of the new age AI technology. He was a simple man and could take care of himself. However, the prospect of a free maid was alluring. One of the most popular ones was the M series of Maid Robots. They were robots that looked similar to humans, but were blatantly robotic because of their digital voices and robot movements. Bipedal with plastic skirts and glass eyes, they weren't really integrated into society very well. It would be nice, however, to have someone who would cook breakfast and do his laundry. But as Josh walked around the couch towards the front door, there was a strange feeling coming over him. Something seemed mildly amiss. Turning the handle, he opened the light weight titanium door and sighed. It was just a young girl standing on his front porch. "Yes young lady?" Josh asked, not really paying much attention to the girl. "Are you the current resident of this domicile?" The girl asked. "Yes I am." Josh nodded. "Well I am your new RX-2000 Android Maid. Please, may I come in?" The girl asked kindly. "Android Maid...I...what?" Josh said, confused as he stood out of the way. She strode in and stood next to the couch, looking completely human. If she were an android, she is so far beyond anything Josh had ever seen before, that he can't really tell the difference between her and a real girl. "What is your name master?" The girl asked. "I am Doctor Joshua Smithy. Are you really an android?" Josh asked as he closed the door. "I am." She nodded, pointing at her ear. He just realized that her ears were actually six inch long android antennae ear pieces that were about an inch wide at the tip. They angled away from her face, aligned with her jaw line. They were simple flat white plastic with small black lines around the ends of them. The light pink hair that fell about her shoulders drew attention away from them. Other than the ears, she looked nothing like a robot or an android. She actually wore normal maid's clothes, not artificial attachments. Her clothing entailed a white undershirt and a dark blue dress that flared out around her waist and reached her knees. Over that was a white apron with frilled edges. She also wore black low heels with light stockings. "I was told I was getting an M-1900...why are you here?" Josh asked. "This is the address I was told to deliver myself to. I wasn't informed of who my master was to be. However, it is very nice to meet you Doctor." The girl bowed to him. "What is your name?" Josh asked, walking back to the couch. "I am RX-2000, Android Maid." She said, "However, you are free to change my name Doctor." "So your my new android hmm? Well, I'm Josh, only my students call me Doctor. As for you...well...why don't you choose your own name?" Josh said. "My own name? I...well...I don't know...I mean...My memory banks are empty with exception to one file that has my name and the location I am to go to. I don't know anything else." She said, clasping her hands together. "You're a maid and you don't know anything?" Josh asked, looking up at her over his glasses. "I'm not even sure what a maid is..." She said, putting a finger to her lips. "Well...do you have communication abilities with computers?" Josh asked her, dropping his glasses about his neck on their string. "Quick and advanced communication actually. Here, this is my communication device." She said, twisting the end of her white ear piece, "What did you need to connect me for?" The half inch tip of the ear unsnapped from the antennae and she handed it to Josh. There was a small metal plug in the end of it for attaching to a computer. "I thought I would simply download my collection of encyclopedias to you and that would give you the knowledge you need." Josh said, flipping open his laptop. "Really? What's an encyclopedia?" She said, sitting down next to Josh. "It's...well...you'll find out when I download it to you." Josh said with a smile. She scooted closer to him to see the computer screen and he couldn't help but notice how soft and warm her skin was. She wasn't like an android at all. In fact, she felt so human that he thought for a moment that this was all a prank by his students. It took just a minute or two for the computer to transfer the data to her and she nodded. "I understand now. A maid is someone who does housework, cooks and takes care of the employer." She said, "Also...I think I like the name Susan." "Why's that?" Josh asked, looking up at her. "It sounded nice." Susan smiled. "You aren't anything like any AI I've ever met before." Josh said, handing her communication device back to her, "Or like any android for that matter." "Really? Why's that?" Susan said, raising an eyebrow. "Well that's one thing. You have an actual personality. You act like a human would act. The only way a robot does that is if it's programmed to. You've already shown me emotions that I guarantee weren't programmed into you." Josh pointed out, "Robots don't have freedom of will, but you've already shown me you do by sitting down on this couch and observing the computer. You were never told to do so, you chose to yourself." "Is that a bad thing? I apologize for thinking for myself." Susan said with an innocence that didn't have the slightest hint of sarcasm in it. "No, it's not a bad thing. I just...I thought they didn't sell AI's like you yet. Where did you come from?" Josh asked, turning back to his stack of papers. "I was manufactured in Tokyo, Japan in the high security section of Akyatoriama Robotics. I was shipped to America and placed in a large high security facility until I was activated and told to deliver myself here." Susan explained. "Whoa! High security facility? Somehow, I'm starting to think you were sent to me by mistake. I've got to call the radio station and figure this out before I get in a lot of trouble." Josh said, dropping his pencil and picking up his cellular. The phone rang and the DJ picked up. She wasn't talking like her radio personality, in fact she sound like a normal school girl now. "Hello? You've reached one oh one point six radio station. What can I do for you?" She asked. "Well, this is Josh, the one who won the contest." Josh said. "Oh Josh, hello! How is your M-1900 working out?" She asked jovially. "Well...that's what I'm calling about. I didn't receive the robot I was told." Josh said. "I'm sorry Josh, there are no returns, refunds or exchanges. You should've received an M-1900 and if you didn't, it is not our fault. We told our carrier to ship it to your address and it would be their fault if anything went astray. Please have a nice day." She said quickly, hanging up the phone. "Apparently they don't know anything." Josh sighed, putting down the phone, "What should I do?" "Keep me?" Susan said, holding up her hands, "I quite enjoy it here actually. You have a quaint abode and you seem to be a nice master." "You enjoy it here? Since when do robots feel joy?" Josh asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I feel all kinds of emotions. Like I felt a little sad when you were trying to get rid of me. You are my registered master and I wish to serve you." Susan said, nodding her head happily. "You better tell me all about yourself. Obviously your not a normal robot and I need to know what maintenance or such that I will have to acquire for you." Josh said, looking up at her. "Well I am completely self supporting. I only require a source of organic sugar, protein and a number of fats in order to supply my micro-fission reactor that charges my energy cells. I may require occasional cleansing as my skin and outer flesh is made of a 'living polymer' that feels, sweats and even mends itself when necessary." Susan explained. "Wait...so you need food and a shower?" Josh asked. "Yes, human food contains adequate sugars, proteins and fats to supply my core and a shower would work fine as a cleansing device." Susan said, "There's also one more thing...my extensive and highly advanced micro computer systems and motor systems require daily self maintenance that can only can only be conducted when I am in a shut off state for approximately six to eight hours." "So you need to sleep?" Josh said flatly. "Yes, that is a wonderful example. If you had a location in the house you wouldn't mind me residing in for that length of time, perhaps a closet or such. I am perfectly capable of conducting my maintenance in an upright position." Susan said. "How about you just sleep on the couch instead. It's got a hide-a-bed in it." Josh said. "A horizontal position would be optimal for nightly maintenance...it would relieve stress on my motor systems, allowing for better recovery." Susan said, tapping her chin, "I will stay on the couch." "Wonderful." Josh said with a loud chuckle, "So you eat, sleep and bathe like a normal person. Why would your creators go through the effort of doing such things. Wouldn't it be more efficient to make you another way?" "Actually, no. Because I require no external power source except for organic material, I am more efficient than my predecessors. Also, my advanced motor systems allow for intricate motions that even humans have troubles producing. As for the external organic systems, those are a realism modification made by my creator for unknown reasons. The basic version of my model comes with a rubber-latex skin coating that gives the appearance of human skin, but not the feeling or warmth." Susan explained. "I've noticed another thing...you're breathing. Why is that?" Josh asked, looking at her chest, which was rising and falling gently. "My Fission Core requires a source of outside carbon dioxide used to break down the organic materials. It also produces oxygen that must be expelled. Ironically enough, the breathing of a mammal is just about perfect for delivery and removal of said gasses. In emergencies, my Fission Core can be shut down for up to twenty four hours in situations that require me to go without breathing, be it swimming or in an airless environment." Susan said, "Do you have any other questions master?" "Yes, just one. How complete is this...realism modification?" Josh asked a little nervously. "It is a hundred percent complete. It was fully installed when I was constructed." Susan said. "No, I mean...how real does it make you? How close to a human's body are you?" Josh asked, looking down at her chest. "Oh! Well, instead of a digital voice modulator, I have a highly sophisticated digital system that uses a human's tongue and lips to modulate sound as a normal human would. My mouth also contains artificial saliva glands to assist in the consumption of organic material. Further than that, breasts are realistically textured to mimic a fertile human female's and my genitals are realistically human. They include realistic engorgement and moistening from sexual stimulation and my anus is tied realistically to my feeling systems to cause lifelike convulsions when stimulated. However, both are purely aesthetic, used only for the master's pleasure. Neither are functional in terms to their human counterparts. I neither defecate nor urinate and I am incapable of human reproduction." Susan explained without any sort of modesty or worry. "Um...wow...you...you really are complete..." Josh said, blushing and looking away. "Master...is there something amiss? Your facial pigment has changed and you are exhibiting increased heart rate and raised body temperature. Are you okay?" Susan asked. "Oh it's nothing...Just...um...can you go make dinner...?" Josh said, blushing at the dirty thoughts in his head. "Of course master." Susan nodded. "And that's another thing...I'm Josh, not master." Josh said. "Yes Josh." Susan said, walking into the kitchen, "What would you like for dinner?" "Sandwiches would be fine thank you." Josh said, returning to his work. "So master...Josh, what do you do for an occupation?" Susan asked from the kitchen. "I am a professor at a college. I have a doctorate in mathematics." Josh said, finishing up the paper on advanced calculus he had been correcting. "Oh wow...that's amazing. What kind of condiments do you want on your sandwich?" Susan asked sweetly. ******* "Damn this bed!" Josh cursed, kicking the side of the couch. "What is the matter Master?" Susan asked, walking into the room. "I haven't tried to pull this couch out since my father stayed here for a weekend." Josh sighed, tugging on the couch again. "Master? Would I be amiss in saying that, without a dominant female in the house and no obvious female connection, it would be fine for me to sleep with you?" Susan asked. "S...Sleep...with me...?" Josh stuttered, "I...N...No...if you don't mind...please sleep on the couch..." "Okay Master." Susan said with a nod and a tone of sadness. "Sorry...I just don't...think it's...right." Josh stuttered nervously, looking away. "Really? Why don't you think it's right? Is it something wrong with me?" Susan asked, tilting her head at Josh. "Well...I...Just...you...you're so...and...my bed..." Josh continued to stutter incoherently. "Is there a problem Master? I can't understand what you're saying." Susan asked. "You know what. You can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep on the couch here." Josh said, sitting down on the couch. "But Master, I don't want to impose upon you. Please, I'll sleep on the couch if you want me to." Susan said, sitting down next to Josh. "It's okay, I'll sleep here. Just be sure to wake me up when the alarm goes off." Josh said, scooting away from Susan. "Well...okay Master. If that's what you want." Susan said, getting up and walking away. ******* "...aster...Master...Wake up Master." A girl's voice floated through Josh's dreams. He rolled over and a finger poked him in the nose. His eyes opened and he found himself staring at a naked woman's body. His eyes opened wide and he backed up into the couch. "S...Susan!" Josh cried, trying to scoot further back. "Good morning Master!" Susan said, clasping her hands behind her back, "It's six am and I am going to go do laundry." "Why...why are...you naked?!" Josh cried, looking over her bare body. She was truly realistic. Her entire body was perfect from her perky nipples to her cute inny belly button down to her hairless genitals. He put a hand over his eyes and continued to blush deeply. "I am doing laundry Master and my dress needed cleaning after traveling here in it." Susan said, "And I wasn't sure if you would mind me wearing something of yours or not. So I decided it would be better not to." "It's alright, just go put on my robe." Josh said, waving her off. "Okay Master." Susan bowed and hurried out of the room. "Does she have any modesty?" Josh sighed, sitting up. A blanket fell off him and he looked around the room. He remembered about Susan and his worries about where she came from. She seemed like a nice android, but it still prickled in the back of his head that she was going to be trouble in the future. Arrival of the RX-2000 "There we are Master. Now what would you like for breakfast?" Susan asked, walking in with his black robe around her shoulders. "Eggs and toast please." Josh said with a yawn, "And would you mind calling me Josh?" "Of course Josh, I'm sorry. I forgot." Susan said quickly, bowing to him. "Susan...please. I'm uncomfortable with you being so formal and respectful. We're just friends in the same house." Josh said, walking into the kitchen with her. "Okay Josh." Susan nodded, pulling a pan out of the cupboard. "You know...it's still really strange...I can't honestly think of you as a servant or an android. Your just too human for me to think like that." Josh said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I apologize Josh, would you like me to act more robotic?" Susan said. "No no, it's fine. I'm just...you know...a little...nervous around women." Josh said, quickly taking a sip of his coffee. "Is there anything you want me to do mas...Josh?" Susan asked. "Well...I...I would like it if you thought of me as a friend, not your owner or master." Josh said, putting a hand on Susan's shoulder, "Is that okay with you?" "Yes, I would like that." Susan said, turning around, "I would like that very much." Chapter 2 – Learning The day at work had been an average one. A few classes of college students and a bag full of school homework to correct. He got out of the car and headed up to the house. "Good afternoon Joshua. How was your day?" Susan asked as he walked in the front door. "It was about the...holy...mother of god..." Josh stopped, staring around. The house was immaculate. There wasn't a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. Everything was in perfect order and it even looked like the wall behind the television had been repainted. "I did some cleaning while you were gone today." Susan said, bowing to Josh. "I can see that..." Josh mumbled, looking around the room in amazement. "Sorry Josh, does it displease you?" Susan asked worriedly. "No, it's amazing. I've never seen the house this wonderful!" Josh said, "Thank you!" "I'm so happy you like it!" Susan cried, throwing her arms around him. Josh held up his hands in shock at her sudden affection. "I'm sorry, was that wrong?" Susan asked, stepping back. "No...it's just...usually a hug is a sign of affection." Josh said nervously. "Yes." Susan nodded. "Do you really feel affection?" Josh asked. "Well of course. You're my Master and I love you dearly." Susan said. "Wow...I...I didn't know." Josh said, blinking in surprise. Susan smiled and walked into the kitchen. "Do you know what it means to love someone?" Josh asked, following her. "I do. It means to give your undying affection for another." Susan said, "It means you would give anything for them." "I didn't think it was possible...I mean...Love is a chemical reaction between two people. I just kind of find it difficult to think an android can love." Josh said, scratching his head. "Love is just a word though. If I understand the word, would that not make it possible to love someone?" Susan asked. "I suppose...it's just...there's something special about love between humans...something I'm not sure you entirely understand." Josh said, sitting down at the dining table. "Really? How would I know if I feel it?" Susan said, raising an eyebrow. "Well...I...come here for a second." Josh said. "Yes Master?" Susan asked, sitting down next to him. "Give me a kiss." Josh said. "Okay." Susan said, leaning forward. Josh gave her a kiss on the lips and sat back. "Okay?" Susan asked. "Did you feel anything?" Josh asked. "I felt your lips on mine." Susan said. "That's my point. All you felt was the physical aspect of it. Anyone in love would have felt a glow in their chest. A sudden heart beat and a flushed face. Kisses are something special to those in love." Josh explained. "Okay...well...maybe I don't love you." Susan said, looking down at her knees, "But I'm going to try!" "Really? Why?" Josh asked. "Well, I figure if I'm going to love someone...why not you?" Susan said. "Let's get to know each other a little better first. Since I already know everything about you, is there anything you would like to know about me?" Josh asked. "Um...have you ever been in love?" Susan asked. "Well...wait, why the sudden interest in love?" Josh asked. "I...I watched some television today. There was this show I had watched...it was called One Love. It was about..." Susan launched into a long description of the Soap Opera, "And so I thought it was something I would enjoy." "You are one strange android." Josh sighed, "Anyway...I suppose I've only loved one girl before. When I was in college...there was this young girl named...well...her name isn't important. But she was a bit of a geek and wore these really cute glasses. She had such a sweet voice." "Would you like to watch some television with me? I quite enjoy television." Susan asked, standing up. "Well the house is immaculate and I've a bit of correcting to do. So sure, we could watch some television." Josh said, getting up. "Oh goodie!" Susan giggled, hurrying to pick up the remote. She turned on the television and sat down on the couch. A Spanish voice met Josh's ears. "You're watching this in Spanish? I forgot, you're an android. You can speak multiple languages. You know, I thought you said your memory banks were empty?" Josh asked. "Well my memory banks were. But my language system is fully programmed with fourteen different vocal languages as well as sign language." Susan said. "Can you turn on subtitles? I don't understand Spanish." Josh said, opening his binder full of calculus papers. "No need. I have the ability to communicate with the human brain though direct contact with your skin. So with this, I'll simply relay it in English into your mind." Susan said, putting a hand on his arm. There was a small popping in his ears and a voice seemed to speak into the back of his mind. The characters on screen were still talking in Spanish, but inside his head, the words were being repeated almost instantly in English. Susan was recreating their voices so closely that it was as if someone had simply dubbed over the Spanish with English characters. "How is it that you can do this?" Josh asked, looking at her. "Well, my entire body is capable of electric connect on the digital level. Because of this, when I touch a human, I can feel the electrical signals in their nervous system. Through those signals, I can reach the brain and reproduce simple audio signals through my fingers and into you." Susan explained. "Good lord...I knew they could use the nervous system to cure deafness and blindness, but I never guessed they would give mind reading to an android. You really are that advanced." Josh said. 'What the hell kind of trouble is this robot going to get me into when her real owners find out where she is?' Josh thought. "I don't know, but I hope it's not very much. I like being here." Susan said in response to his thoughts. Josh sighed and laughed. ******* "Susan, I'm leaving for school, I'll be back tonight." Josh said, opening the front door. "Wait!" Susan called, running out of the laundry room down the hall. "What is it?" Josh asked, stopping as she came to the front door. "What...what am I supposed to do without you here all day...?" She asked with a nervous tone, fiddling with the frilled edges of her apron. "What did you do yesterday?" Josh asked. "I cleaned. But the house is all clean now! It would only take me an hour at most to keep the house clean. Then I would be..." She prodded her fingers together, "Lonely all day." "Lonely? Good lord, you really do have human emotions. Well take off your apron and come on. You can be my assistant for the day." Josh said, pointing at the car. "What? Really? Give me one minute...maybe ninety seconds!" She said, dashing away. She was gone for a little more than a minute and came back in a nice outfit. She was wearing a white dress shirt with a blue pinstripe blazer and similar dress skirt that reached below her knees. She actually looked quite professional in the blue and white pinstripe. Slipping on her black low heels, she hurried out the door, followed by a chuckling Josh. "So where did you get the suit?" Josh asked as they got into the car. "Oh, when you told me I could wear your clothes, I took one of your suits and some information on tailoring and sewing to make this. I hope you like it." Susan said, straightening her skirt as she sat down. "Oh yea...that's fine..." He said, starting the car, "The blue pinstripe was only my best suit." "Oh no. Master, I'm so sorry." Susan said, biting her lip nervously, "I never knew master. You told me that you didn't care about me wearing your clothes...so...I just..." "It's alright Susan, just in the future, don't go sewing up any more of my clothing." Josh said, "And really, can you stop calling me Master?" "I'm sorry Josh. My core programming just says to call my owner 'Master' so I do it by default." Susan said. "Well, set your default to Josh. I'm really uncomfortable with anyone calling me Master." Josh said, pulling out of the driveway. "Of course Josh. I've fixed it. I am sorry about the suit though. I didn't know it was your best." Susan said with a guilty look. "It's alright, it actually looks very good on you. Where did you find time to do so much sewing when you were cleaning yesterday?" Josh asked, looking her over. "While I was watching television, I carefully pulled the stitching apart on the jacket and pants. Then I tucked and sewed the shirt with some thread and needles I found in the kitchen. Afterward, I took all the thread from the jacket and resewed it into this." Susan felt a strange happiness inside her at his compliment, "And...thank you." "I suppose it's my fault. Most robots don't wear clothes or need to change clothes, so I didn't think of it. But I suppose we will need to buy you some other clothes sometime." Josh said as they merged onto the freeway. "Oh thank you Josh." Susan smiled. Just had to admit it to himself, he was getting quite attached to this girl, even her goofs and quirks. He had to keep reminding himself that she wasn't a person, but an android. ******* "Good morning class." Josh said to his first class of the morning. He stood in an raised theater style class that was wrapped around him. Susan stood behind him, fidgeting slightly. The class filed in slowly as he started to write a few problems on the board. The class had room for a little over a hundred students to sit. The stage he stood on had a single desk with papers strewn across it as well as a podium for him to lecture from, however he rarely stood there. Around sixty students were slowly taking their seats. "Um...Josh..." Susan muttered quietly, clasping her hands together against her chest. "Yes?" Josh asked as he drew problems across the digital black board. "Is...is there always this many people in your class?" Susan asked, standing close next to him. "Yes. This is actually my smallest of the day." Josh said as he wrote. "Well...I...I feel a little..." Susan mumbled and prodded her fingers together. Josh looked at her and was shocked to find that she was actually blushing. "You're nervous in front of this many people?" Josh asked. "Y...Yes..." Susan said, "I know it's irrational and illogical, but I can't help myself. For some reason, this many people in front of me is making my fear sensors go haywire." "Susan, if you want to go back into my office you can. This class is an hour long lecture with intermittent questions and student work. I don't really need an assistant if you don't want to be here." Josh said as he finished up the problem. "But I don't want to leave. You asked me to be here." Susan said, biting her thumbnail nervously. "Well don't worry about it. They aren't going to say anything or make fun of you or anything. They're just here to learn and they see you as a teacher. The students are usually very respectful, just take a seat at my desk and don't think about it." Josh suggested before he walked to the front of the stage. "Okay..." Susan mumbled, walking over to the desk to take a seat. "Okay class, we're starting on chapter six today. I know we went through chapter five a little fast, but chapter six revisits and reinforces what we were doing in chapter five." Josh said, "I want you all to start by completing these problems on the board." The class mumbled quietly and went about their work. "Oh and I've got a new assistant today, her name is Susan Smithy. You will call her Madam or Ma'am. She is here to help with any questions you may have while we're working." Josh said to the class. Susan blushed and fumbled with her hands in her lap before giving a small, shaky wave to the class. "So, you know calculus right?" Josh asked Susan quietly. "Of course, just because I don't know what some things are doesn't mean I don't know math. I'm a computer Josh." Susan said. "Okay, well how about you go help the young girl in the front row with her hand up. Anyone with a hand up has a question. Just give them a little help to get them going, don't do the problem for them. Remember, they're just people like me. Just call them miss or mister. You'll do great." Josh advised her. "Okay Josh." Susan nodded, standing up. She walked nervously over to the student in the front row. "What's your question miss?" Susan asked, standing nervously in front of her. "Well I've worked the problem out through here, but I'm a little stuck on what you do here." The girl said, pointing at spots on her paper. "Okay...well...through here you need to..." Susan started to help her. ******* An hour later, the class was over. Susan was a rousing success. She had helped students better than Josh ever could have and by the end of class, more than one student asked Josh if she was his wife. "See, it's not so bad." Josh said once the students were all gone. "You're right. They're just people like you. I feel good helping all these students learn math." Susan nodded. "So you're going to be okay?" Josh asked as he erased the digital board. "I'm wonderful. Thank you for bringing me today." Susan said, stepping next to him. She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Josh was a little shocked at her when she did so. "Sorry...was that wrong? I thought girls sometimes thanked boys with little kisses like that." Susan said, scratching her chin nervously. "No, it wasn't wrong. I was just unprepared for you to do something like that." Josh said with a small blush. "Well I'll warn you next time. I apologize." Susan said, nodding to him. "No no, that's not what I mean. I just meant that...you know...I can't figure out weather to think of you as a girl or an android...so it's a little weird." Josh shrugged. "I told you that I would try and learn what love is didn't I?" Susan smiled. ******* Between watching the television and being around a classroom of students, Susan had really changed in a short week. She had been acting mildly strange and was being very human. She was currently wearing a white pleated skirt and a blue top that she had picked out at the store a day before. Josh was slowly buying her her own wardrobe. "Umm...Josh? I never learned really how to cook stir fry. I know that you use a wok and vegetables, but what do I do once they're in the wok?" Susan asked from the kitchen as the vegetables sizzled softly in the hot wok, "Your encyclopedias don't have instructions on this." "Well, let me show you. I was always really good with stir fry." Josh said, getting up from the couch, "You know, I'm not used to always having dinner cooked for me. I think I'm getting spoiled." She smiled and moved the vegetables around the pan with a wooden spoon. "Here, let me show you how to do that." Josh said and she started to move, "No, stay there." He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her hands that were on the wok's handle and the spoon. Susan flinched, a strange feeling inside grew her as he touched her hands. A warmth blossomed in her chest as he told her what to do and moved her hands. Over the last few days, a lot of things like this had been happening. Whenever he complimented her, her head seemed to be in the clouds and whenever they two of them sat on the couch together, she loved being close to him. She couldn't seem to get her mind off Josh. "Susan...Susan, are you listening?" Josh asked, stopping. "What? I...yes, I'm listening." Susan said suddenly. "As I said, you hold it like this and with a small flick and push." Josh moved her hand forward and the vegetables slid up the side of the wok. They kicked up out of the wok and fell back in, sizzling loudly. "Wow! That was cool!" Susan said. "Well, why don't you try it." Josh said, standing back. She mimicked his move perfectly and the vegetables sizzled happily. Susan giggled, still thinking about how she felt when he had his arms around her. "Susan...are you blushing again?" Josh asked, seeing her red face. "I...what? No, it's not what you think!" Susan cried, putting her hands at her sides. She backed up and bumped into the wok handle. It rattled on the stove and she tried to grab it. The wok slipped and fell off the stove, dumping the vegetables on the ground. She cried out and jumped back. Josh stepped out of the way and the wok rang on the ground. He knelt down and picked up the wok, setting it back on the stove. Susan turned around and looked at the cupboard, her arms around herself. "I think it's a little early for you to try and...Susan?" Josh said, seeing her shaking, "Susan, what's wrong?" He walked over to her and looked at her. She had her eyes clenched shut and tears were running down her face. Susan was trying not to cry loudly. "Susan, it's just dinner, it's not that important. It's okay." Josh said, trying to comfort her. "But...But I...I..." She choked out, tears running down her face. She turned to Josh and put her arms around him. Putting her head against his chest, she cried loudly. Josh was amazed to see her crying. He had never expected something could hurt her like this. "It's alright. Come on now. Let's go sit down." Josh said, guiding her out of the kitchen to the sofa. "I screwed...everything...up..." She mumbled through her tears. "It's just dinner Susan, it's alright." Josh said, again, sitting down by her side. She leaned over and laid her head on his chest. Josh was a little taken aback by her affect and he nervously wrapped his arms around her. Susan sniffed and cried in his arms for a short while. He just sat there with his arms around her quietly. She slowly sat up. "I'm sorry I screwed everything up..." She mumbled, wiping the tears from her eyes. "You didn't screw anything up. It's just dinner, I can clean it up." Josh said with a gentle smile. "Josh...can I ask you something...?" Susan asked quietly. "Of course." Josh said. "What does it mean if my chest got all warm and felt tight?" She asked, looking up at him. "Well...I don't know...why do you ask?" Josh said, raising an eyebrow. "When we were cooking...and you put your arms around me..." Her tongue fumbled over the words. "You felt that when I put my arms around you?" Josh asked in amazement. "Well...I...yea...it....it felt good...is that...bad...?" She asked nervously. "No...um...no it's not. That's pleasure Susan. You felt pleasure when I put my arms around you." Josh said, feeling himself blush a little. "Josh...would you kiss me?" Susan asked, putting a hand on his leg. "W...What?" Josh said in shock. "Please...would you kiss me?" Susan asked a little more confidently. Arrival of the RX-2000 "Well...I..." Josh said nervously, a girl had never asked him to kiss her before. Susan leaned close to him, closing her eyes. Josh's tongue darted between his lips and he leaned forward. This was so much different than when he had asked her to kiss him a few days before. This time, her face was tear stained and she was a vulnerable girl, not a cold android. All her exposure to other people as well as television had made her evolve into a fully conscious and feeling being. It had only been a few days, but she had changed so much. Their lips met and Josh put his hands on her sides. Susan felt an incredible tension in her chest as she kissed him. It felt so wonderful to be kissing him. She put her hands on his face and kissed more passionately. Their tongues touched and Susan was almost going crazy. She leaned towards him and he fell back against the side of the couch. Susan laid on his chest, her tongue playing with his as they kissed. Josh's arms wrapped around her and she locked lips with him one last time. As she leaned up from him and opened her eyes, she could still feel the warmth of his lips and could still taste him on her lips. It had all been so good, she wished for it to happen all over again. "That's love." Josh said, helping her sit up. "I can't describe it..." Susan mumbled, "You're right...that is special." "Now, let's go clean up the kitchen and have dinner." Josh said, helping her to her feet. Susan smiled and nodded, still holding onto his hand. ******* Meanwhile back at Whitesmith university, an old friend of Josh's was working late in the computer science lab. Vladmir Dulkov was a forty year old man from Russia. He had lived in Russia and trained in their military intelligence devision until he was in his late twenties. He moved to America as soon as the military let him and took to college like a sponge. He already knew a lot about Russian equipment and computers, but it was a whole different system to learn the American's technology. But after doing so, he became a professor and researcher at Whitesmith university and met Joshua Smith soon afterward. Currently he was working on some inconsequential program for a small business in southern California. There was a loud crash from the lab next door and he ran out for the door. When he reached it, he stopped. There was a loud yelling in Japanese from the other side of it and he took out his small digital recorder. Whatever they were yelling about, it wasn't good and he didn't need to be in the middle of it. But his life in Russia had taught him a few things. One of them being, better have evidence and an alibi than nothing at all. Clicking the record button, he recorded all of the yelling. Even though he knew both English and Russian, he could only understand one phrase and it stuck out at him like a knife. Something his friend Josh had been asking him about. Something he knew nothing about. The RX-2000. Chapter 3 – Yakuza "So you're saying these two were in the lab after hours?" Josh asked Vladmir. "Yea, and I recorded them. They mentioned something you were talking about." Valdmir said with a thick accent, "About the RX-2000." "They...They did?" Josh asked nervously. "Josh...these two weren't screwing around. Come with me. When I came in this morning, I found the lab like this." Vladmir said, leading him to the other room. He opened the door and Josh's jaw dropped. He had seen these labs before and they were usually in perfect order. Currently it was a complete disaster. Flat screen monitors were thrown around the room and broken into pieces. Nearly everything not nailed down had been destroyed. "And I found this." Valdmir said, walking into the back of the room. There was an M-1900 lying on the ground with a large knife in it's chest. There was a small sticker on it's chest that read 'congratulations for winning'. Josh pulled the knife from it's chest and clicked the button on the handle. A vibro-blade lit up along the edge. The blade was a special alloy, that when a heavy current was passed through it, the thin edge of it lit up with a laser-like edge. It was a new age blade used by soldiers on the front line. "I heard that you won the radio show that gave this away. You were also asking questions about the RX-2000." Vladmir said, "I need to know everything if I'm going to be in the middle of this. Is she the RX?" He pointed at Susan, who was standing behind Josh in jeans and a T-shirt. "She...is. But I want to keep it under wraps." Josh said. "These guys weren't kidding around Josh. Here, I recorded them." Vladmir said, handing Josh a small recorder. "Susan?" Josh asked, handing it to her. "Of course Josh." Susan nodded, putting it up to her ear. "Touch her hand Valdmir." Josh said, putting a hand on Susan's arm. He did and Susan clicked play on the recorder. She immediately began relaying it in English to Josh and Russian to Vladmir. "...Don't care about your excuses! I want to know where that android ended up!" one man yelled and there was a crash of a computer monitor. "Look, I told you everything I know. It was delivered to our warehouse and we shipped it to the address on the box. I don't know anything else!" The other man pleaded. "So then why did this piece of shit get shipped to my house!" The first man cried and there was the sound of a vibro-blade humming and a sudden screech of metal being cleaved, "It was imperative that android get's shipped to me directly." "Well, there was some stuff left at the warehouse, mainly a very odd toolkit and a pair of artificial ears." The second man said. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with a tool kit and some ears?" The man cried, "That android had time sensitive programming that could easily destroy our mission if it went astray." "What are you talking about?" The other man cried. "The android had adaptive personality programming that caused it to become more like it's surroundings with time. That's the reason it was so vital to our mission. It would easily adapt to it's surroundings and blend in where we want it, thus allowing us to infiltrate whatever corporations we want. If it ended up somewhere else, that programming could've easily adapted and the android would be nigh impossible to find now!" The Man cried and another loud crash followed. "Look, it doesn't have it's ears yet, so it's still detectable. It's still got it's android communication equipment on it's head that it came in the warehouse with. We could still find it!" The man said in terror. "The RX-2000 is an adaptive android of the highest technology the Yakuza could acquire. A loss of that magnitude would mean the end of you. So remind me again why the hell you guys didn't write down where you sent it?" The man said and there was a loud stomping. "Because your boss demanded I keep it's shipment off the books." The second man said suddenly. "Yea, off the books, not a complete mystery." The First man yelled angrily. "Look, it doesn't have it's ears, we could still find it. Just give me some time." The other man pleaded. "Fine, but you don't find it in a week and your dead!" The first man yelled angrily. There was a stomping that got louder and the recording cut off. Josh looked up. "The Yakuza?! That's who this android came from?" Vladmir said suddenly. "It would seem I was made for espionage work..." Susan said, looking at her feet. "Look Josh, if the Yakuza is involved, I don't want to be any part of it. Keep me out of this. I've had enough of dangerous mafias when I was in Russia." Vladmir said, putting his hands up. "It's alright, I'm going to keep her hidden and hopefully this will all blow over." Josh said, "I'm sure as hell not going to try and take her back, not now. They'd probably kill me!" "Well...just watch yourself. I've seen stuff like this before...it usually doesn't end pretty." Vladmir warned him. "I'm going home for the night. Erase this and forget everything we've talked about." Josh said, handing him back the recorder. ******* "Josh...am I in trouble?" Susan asked as they sat on the couch at home. Josh was in his pajama pants and Susan was wearing her maid outfit. "No, god no honey. I just...it seems you came from a dangerous mafia organization. Maybe it's for the better that you ended up with me, but I can't say what will happen in the next few weeks. Also...we've got to find a way to hide those." Josh smiled and pointed at her android ears. "Of course. I'll wear my hair down over them and put on a hat." Susan said. "Well...I suppose it's almost bed time." Josh yawned, turning the television off as the late night news ended. "Okay. Goodnight Josh." Susan said, walking down the hall. Josh stretched out on the couch and turned the lamp off. He pulled up the blankets and gave another yawn. There was a nagging in the back of his head that this whole situation was going to end badly, but as long as nobody found Susan, it should be okay. There was a floorboard creaking nearby and he looked up. "Um...Josh...can you come sleep with me...?" Susan asked quietly. "What?" Josh said, sitting up suddenly. "I'm scared...all this stuff about the Yakuza...please." Susan said, prodding her fingers together in the dark. "Well...I..." Josh blushed a little. "Pleease~" Susan whispered. "Alright." Josh nodded, "Alright." "Thank you Josh." Susan said, hanging on his arm as he walked down the hall. Her shirt felt slick on his arm. "What're you wearing?" Josh asked, looking down at her. "Well...I...sort of...bought some night clothes the other day. You wanna see?" Susan asked, flicking on the bedroom light. "Um...sure..." Josh said, looking down at Susan. His jaw dropped at what she was wearing. She had on a thin lilac silk nightshirt that came barely to her navel. Lower than that, she was wearing similar colored french knickers that were about the size of boxer shorts. They were ruffled around the edges and a little frilly. He could see the curves of her hips and pelvis beneath the silk. "OH! Wow...that's...um..." Josh stuttered, "That's very...um...beautiful...those are a little...provocative." She giggled and turned the light back off. Josh watched her crawl into bed like a cat and slip under the covers. He slipped into the bed a little nervously and faced Susan. She scooted closer to him, putting her head onto his pillow. "Hold me?" Susan asked, putting her hands on his chest. "W...What?" Josh stuttered and blushed. "I...I like it when your arms are around me." Susan whispered to him, "It makes me feel good..." "Okay." Josh said. He put one arm under the pillow their heads were on and the other around her back. She nuzzled his chest and pressed herself closer to him. ******* Josh awoke early in the morning on Saturday, quite a bit before Susan was awake. She was still cuddled in his arms, sleeping softly. She didn't look a bit like an android. She was sleeping just like a person, her chest rising and falling gently. The light from the rising sun outside the window was falling across her face. Brushing her pink hair out of her face, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Susan's arm moved around him and rested on his shoulder. She kissed back and Josh felt her tongue toying with his. "Good morning Josh." Susan said softly. "Morning cutie." Josh whispered to her. "Did you sleep good?" Susan asked. "Surprisingly wonderful...I've never slept in bed with a girl before." Josh mumbled with a blush. "Well it was really comfy with you." Susan smiled, rubbing her body against his gently. "Susan...you know how we heard those two fighting the other day...and we heard you had an adaptive personality...are you changing to suit me?" Josh asked. "I really don't know...I mean...I've just learning about humans...it seems like this is just me." Susan shrugged. "Well you definitely have more of a personality than when you arrived." Josh smiled, giving her a kiss. There was a banging on the door and Josh looked up. Fear gripped his heart as he realized who it must be. "Stay here. Keep the door closed. Protect yourself with this." He said, reaching into his dresser drawer. He pulled out a small nine millimeter handgun, something he had bought for home protection since he moved to California. Handing it to Susan, he gave her a kiss and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Walking down the hall carefully, he stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife from the drawer and he headed for the door. Someone banged on it again and Josh turned the lock. Holding up the knife, he pulled the door open and swung. "Whoa!" He heard himself cry and a hand grabbed his wrist, stopping the knife. Josh cringed and opened his eyes. "Hey! Hey! It's not the Yakuza, even though we thought it was." He heard himself say. In front of him stood himself and Susan. "What...what is...what's going on?!" He stuttered, seeing himself. He stood at the door with a large rifle in his hands. He was wearing black pants and a black shirt with a black military vest over top it. On his head sat a wire thin headset with a microphone and a small screen that was in front of his left eye. Susan on the other hand was wearing dark jeans and a sleeveless black top. She had a Katana in a sheath on her left hip and a pistol in a holster under her left arm. "Calm down, I know this seems strange, but we've got bigger problems. The Yakuza will be coming this way soon with two cars and twelve men. In about..." He checked his watch, "Fifteen minutes, they're going to find out that you have Susan and they're going to come for her. Get her out of the bedroom, get her dressed and come in here. I need to keep an eye on you two while I pick off these guys." "What the fuck is going on?!" Josh cried. "Josh! I'm you from the future. I'm here to keep your ass from getting shot. Don't worry, you'll make it to the past and be in my position soon enough. Only a few days ago I was in your position, scared and freaked. But I got over it and so will you." Future Josh said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Good morning Josh." Future Susan gave him a small bow. "So how the hell did you guys get here?" Josh asked. "I asked the same thing and never got an answer. So you'll have to make do without it." Future Josh said, "Go get Susan." "Right!" Josh said, nodded. There was a shattering of a window and Future Josh mounted the three and a half foot black rifle he had in his hands on the edge of the window sill. Josh raised his eyebrows in surprise and turned down the hall. He grasped the doorknob on the bedroom door and opened it. There was a loud bang and he ducked. A bullet hit the door frame near Josh's head. "Oh yea, watch out, she tries to shoot us." Future Josh called down the hall. "Thanks." Josh shook his head. "Josh! My god, are you okay?" Susan asked, jumping over the bed towards him, "Who's out there?" "Us from the future apparently. I claimed the Yakuza will be here in a few minutes and that I needed to come get you ready." Josh said, "You were wearing dark blue jeans and a sleeveless black top." "Gotcha." Susan nodded, digging through her drawer of clothes. "How much clothes have you bought?!" Josh said, seeing the full drawer. "Well...I actually just bought a lot of fabric and sewed this myself." She blushed, getting a pair of panties from the drawer. Josh turned around as she stripped and changed. He pulled off his own pants and slipped on the pair of black pants he had been wearing. After Susan was finished getting dressed, he dug through the closet and found the old black long sleeve he had been wearing. Dressed in the same clothes as their future counterparts, they walked back out into the living room. "Good, you caught on quickly. I did too." Future Josh said, "Now, it will be two black suburbans coming from down the street there. If I remember correctly, I am to put a bullet through the first drivers windshield and that truck will crash, killing everyone inside. After that, I kill two more before they break into the house. Susan, Future Susan, will kill two more once inside and then past Susan will shot one with the handgun and you will get shot by the last one before I stab him." "What?! I get shot?!" Josh cried. "Hey, I got shot too." Future Josh said, "It's not that bad." "Anyway I can avoid it?" Josh asked. "I asked the same thing and still got shot." Future Josh chuckled. "Got, this whole time traveling thing hurts my head. Speaking of which, how the fuckin' hell?!" Josh cried. "No time! The Yakuza is here!" Future Josh said, pulling the trigger on his rifle. There was an explosion from the gun and a plume of flame exploded out of the barrel. A single fifty caliber bullet struck the driver's side of the front window and there was a splatter of blood on it. The truck swerved and flipped onto it's side, sliding to a stop in a neighbor's front yard. The other truck plowed into the back of Josh's car and Future Josh pulled the trigger again. The man in the passenger seat took a bullet to the chest and died. Five men got out of the truck quickly and Future Josh shot again. One man was picked up and thrown five feet by the force of the round. The first man to the door kicked it in with a single blow and the four of the Yakuza left piled inside. "I am not getting shot." Josh muttered, running down the hall. Future Susan pulled out the large revolver under her left arm and pulled the trigger. A head shot killed one of the Mafia and she fired again, taking the other man out. The other two open fire with two small submachine guns. Susan, hiding in the kitchen, pulled the trigger wildly and the man closest to her got shot down. The last man standing looked over at Susan and started towards her. Future Josh dropped the rifle and ran towards him. Future Josh tackled the last Yakuza and they hit the floor in the hall painfully. The Yakuza pulled the trigger on his gun wildly and bullets sprayed down the hallway. One of them caught an unlucky ricochet off an air vent and it shot into the bedroom. Josh cried out in pain as a bullet struck the back of his calf. Future Josh shoved a vibro-blade through the man's neck, killing him without mercy. "Josh! Josh are you okay?!" Susan cried, running down the hall. "Hell no! I just got shot!" Josh cried, looking at the wound in the back of his leg. There was an entrance and an exit in the back of his calf, so the bullet must've gone clean through. "I'll get the first aid kit." Susan said, walking back to the living room. "Past Susan, let Future Susan take care of that. You need to help me with these bodies. There's something I have to talk to you about." Future Josh said, nodding to Future Susan. Future Susan took the first aid kit down the hall to Josh. "So...how did you guys get back here?" Josh asked, trying to ignore the searing pain in his leg. "Josh said I wasn't to tell you or it could disrupt the flow of events." Future Susan said, carefully sewing up the bullet wound as Josh almost cried in agony. "That's...that's handy..." Josh gritted as she wrapped gauze around the wound, "Damn I wish I had some first aid spray..." First aid spray was an expensive liquid that caused almost instant healing. It couldn't completely heal a bullet wound, but it would heal the surface and the underlying tissue, removing the need for stitches and gauze. "Future Josh said the same thing." Future Susan chuckled, "Don't worry, you can still walk on it." Josh stood up uncertainly. "Would you look at that, I can." Josh said, limping down the hall. All of the bodies had been cleaned up and taken out to one of the suburbans. "Okay. That's that and now onto business. I was told when I was in your position to go to this address and everything would work out." Future Josh said, scribbling on a napkin that had been sitting on the counter, "You and Susan will go here, it's a Yakuza warehouse, and everything will work out." Arrival of the RX-2000 "What happens there?" Josh asked. Future Josh looked at him. "You asked the same thing." Josh sighed. "I also got stared at like that." Future Josh chuckled, "So anyway, you two go on your way, I'm going to call my insurance agent and get that car taken care of. Since this is my house now and your moving on." "This is your house now?" Josh said in annoyed disbelief. "Hey, the last guy took my house. Get out." Future Josh said, pushing him along. "Oh yea! I suppose that makes since." Josh sighed, walking out the front door with Susan. "Take the closest suburban. I piled all the bodies in the back, so it's going to stink, but I had to do it once too." Future Josh told him and he closed the door. "Time travel...really?" Josh sighed as he got into the car and looked over at Susan. "It's theoretically possible. I suppose we'll find out in time." Susan said. Josh laughed loudly at the terrible pun. ******* The warehouse was down on the waterfront and Future Josh hadn't been kidding, the bodies did reek. Parking in front of the warehouse, Josh got out and walked up to the front door. It was sitting ajar and Susan walked up beside him. "Come on, let's go." Susan said, walking inside. They entered a dark warehouse full of boxes and looked around carefully. There was an office partition spread from the rest on the other side of the building. A single light was on inside, but there was nobody in sight. Walking over to it, Josh looked inside. It was deserted and he looked around. There were a couple of computers, but they had been destroyed. Papers were strewn all over and there were bullet holes in the walls. Someone had been killed here. Upon closer inspection, he found two bodies stuffed into the closet. "Come on, Future Josh told me to look for a particular crate when we got here." Susan said, waving from the door. As they looked around the dark warehouse, they found that there were dozens of bodies strewn about the floor, some shot and some slashed clean in half. Reaching the far corner of the warehouse, Susan found the crate she had been looking for and she pulled it open. As she worked on that, Josh looked around a little more. Right next to it were three smaller crates that had also had their tops pulled off. Inside were foam linings that looked like they held weapons. As he traced the lines of them, he found that one held a rifle, one held a sword and the last held a number of smaller handguns and knives. "Josh, look at this." Susan said as she set the side of the wooden crate down. Inside was a large glowing device. A large glass globe was full of green lightning. It was set on four metal pedestals and had a strange box mounted atop it. Susan touched the front of the box and a screen lit up. "What is it?" Josh asked, running his hand down the glass. "Future Josh told me that if I were to calibrate this to resonate with my own fission core and then maximize it's output, the power generated would rip a small hole in space-time allowing us to slip back in time about two hours. Apparently this is some black market power generator that uses a mixture of anti-matter and Q-Ball solitons. Something very dangerous and very illegal." Susan said, tapping on the small computer screen. "What?!" Josh said in shock. "Yea, I was amazed too. But apparently that's how he got back here and he was told the same. So I can only assume that time will go on as it should if we do this." She finished up the calibrations, "I don't know what's going to happen, so watch out." She pressed a button and the machine started to whine loudly. A orange glow began to emanate from Susan's core and the whining grew louder. It was ear piercing and made Josh grab his ears in pain. It became even louder and the world began to shake around Josh. The large machine started to shake and rattle. Lightning broke free of the orb and a bolt struck Susan in the chest. She cried out and was lifted off the ground. As she was carried into the air and there was a world shattering crack and a whoosh of air. The machine exploded inside it's box and Susan dropped to the floor. Josh stood up and his jaw dropped. In front of them was a fluctuating portal in time. Chapter 4 - Back in Time It was like a three dimensional tear about six feet high and a foot wide. There was a gentle breeze blowing towards the rip. "Come on, let's go." Susan said, reaching her hand towards the rip in space. As her fingers touched it, the space around them began to distort. Josh reached forward and touched the rip as well. The world around them began to change in color. It grew bright and then darkened. He saw Susan start to distort, stretch towards the rip. She became smeared in his vision and he felt a strange tingling. Suddenly everything exploded and he was left in darkness. He didn't know how long he was out cold, but he awoke, leaned against the box that contained the black market generator. It was closed again and completely untouched. In front of him the air seemed to be wavering. The rip in space was closing slowly, it was barely a fracture in front of them now. On the other side of it, Susan was standing as if nothing had happened. She gasped and looked around suddenly. "I think it worked...look, the boxes are untouched. Come on, I think the weapons we had are in these boxes here." Josh said, pulling at the lid to the box with the rifle in it. He opened it and found the black rifle sitting inside it. "We are back in time...wait...Josh...I hear people." Susan said, "There are people in the warehouse." "Remember...in the future, they're all dead." Josh said. "Yea, but how?" Susan said, opening another box that contained her sword. "The sword...some of them were cut in half...of course! We kill them!" Josh said quietly, "But how...I've only shut guns at the gun club before...I don't know how good I'll be with this." "Well, from your encyclopedias, I have a complete synopsis of feudal Japanese sword combat, so I'm pretty well off." Susan said, strapping the sword to her waist. They opened one last box and found it full of equipment. Josh donned the vest he saw himself wearing in the future and Susan put on her gun holster. Other weapons in the box were a few vibro-blades, a revolver and a few grenades. Josh checked the six round clip of the fifty-caliber rifle. It was fully loaded and ready to fire. Slipping twelve more bullets into the pockets on his jackets, he slipped the rifle over his shoulder on it's strap. They loaded up on this gear and Josh climbed on top of the box to see over the wall of crates. There were about twelve men sitting in a circle in the middle of the Warehouse. They were sitting around a large poker table, smoking, drinking and laughing. They had guns, but they weren't on guard against anything. Apparently Josh and Susan's entrance into this time hadn't made a ruckus. "There's about a dozen guys sitting in the middle of the warehouse. I think there's one in the office on the other side and there is probably some outside." Josh whispered as he slipped back down from the boxes. "Here, take this so we can communicate. It'll help you target the enemies. Most of these guns have electronic targeting equipment that will talk with this headset." Susan said, pulling the wire thin headset from the box. She put it on his head and pulled the small blue screen in front of his left eye. When he held the rifle, a dot appeared on the small screen, indicating where the bullet was going to land. It would help him hit his target a lot easier. "Well, do you want me to go first?" Susan asked. "Why would I want that?" Josh said in amazement. "I can take a bullet and not die." Susan said flatly. "Good point. But I've got a better idea. On three, we both hurl two of each of these and then go in and kill." Josh said, handing her two stun grenades. "Are you going to use the rifle?" Susan asked. "Nah, I'll use this." Josh said, pointing at the submachine gun on the boxes in front of them, "Here, pull the pins, but keep the handles held tight." "Okay." Susan nodded. "Ready? One...two...three!" Josh said, throwing one grenade up and over the boxes, followed by another. Susan mimicked him and there were four loud bangs from the other side. Susan and Josh ran around the corner quickly. Ten guys were stumbling about, deaf and blind from the grenades. By the burn marks on the table, Josh guessed that one had gone off in the center of the poker table. He pulled the trigger on his gun and bullets spat from it, gunning down two of the mafia. The red dot in his eye-screen moved, falling on each of the Mafia he shot at. Susan ran into the haze from the stun grenade with her sword in front of her. She cleaved one of them in half through the middle. One of them managed to get his hands on a gun and Josh quickly moved and pulled the trigger as soon as the red dot was still on the man's chest. The four stun grenades had either killed or knocked out two of them. Josh and Susan quickly slaughtered the twelve mafia members quickly, without remorse. Throwing down the empty submachine gun, Josh threw the rifle over his shoulder and walked over to Susan. "I'm surprised it was that easy." Josh said, looking around at the dead mafia. "The stun grenades helped." Susan chuckled, "Lookout!" She shoved him out of the way and a bullet caught Susan in the shoulder. "Son of a bitch!" Josh cried, grabbing one of the guns on the ground. He stood up and pulled the trigger on the automatic rifle. Bullets sprayed the office in the far corner, breaking the windows around it. The man standing in there cried out as bullets peppered his chest. He fell back in a heap. "Susan! Susan, are you alright?" Josh called, kneeling beside her. "Yea, I'm fine. It just hit my shoulder. Hurts a little...but I think I can deal with it." Susan said, sitting up. She got to her feet. The wound in her shoulder didn't really bleed. There was some blood on the flesh around the wound. The weird part was that he could see some silver beneath her wound. When she moved, some small fine mechanics and electronics were visible. She rolled her shoulder around. "Are you really going to be okay?" Josh asked, seeing the open would. "My self repair systems will take care of the damaged mechanics and once the bullet is removed, the organic polymer will fix itself." Susan shrugged. "Okay, let's go move these bodies that are visible from the door." Josh said, pointing at the one in the office and the one in front of it. "Gotcha." Susan nodded. They piled the two bodies into the closet and shoved the door closed. Josh turned around and found the computer screens to have been destroyed by the gunfire. "So...can we just dig the bullet out?" Josh asked, looking at Susan's shoulder. "Yea, if we can get some pliers. I'd rather avoid damaging anything else and it hurts to touch the organic polymer." Susan said, looking around. Josh grabbed a pair of needle nose pliers from the drawer of the desk and looked at Susan. "Here, can you see it?" Susan asked, trying to pull the wound open with two fingers. "I think so...I'm sorry if this hurts." Josh said, inserting the tips of the needle nose pliers into the wound. He felt them hit something metal and saw a small slug. Pulling on it, it came free of the shoulder servo that it was lodged in. It came out easily and Susan smiled. "See, I'll be good as new soon." Susan nodded. "Yea I was..." Josh turned and felt his foot kick something on the ground, "What's that?" He looked down. Out of one of the man's pockets had fallen a small canister of First Aid Spray. About an inch long, it was as big around as a dime. The canister contained a few hundred dollars of an expensive steroidal healing spray. "It's First Aid Spray." Susan said, picking it up. "Would that heal your organic polymer?" Josh asked. "I would assume so, it is organically self healing." Susan said, pointing the small nozzle at her shoulder. A small spritz and it started to close up. One more and the wound was gone. "Okay, let me see that leg of yours." Susan said, kneeling down. He turned around and she lifted his pant leg. After removing the gauze, she cut the stitches, pulled them out and the wound started to bleed again. Josh winced as the spray burned against the bullet wounds. They sealed up and she wiped away the blood. "There, that should be good." Susan nodded. "Okay, let's go. If I remember correctly, we should arrive at my house in about an hour and a half." Josh said, resetting his watch to the time on the clock on the wall. "And that means the Yakuza will be finding out about us anytime. They'll be there just after we arrive." Susan said, nodding. "You know...I wonder what takes us so long to get there?" Josh asked, walking towards the door, "Leave it ajar remember." "Right." Susan nodded. The wharf was deserted outside. "Where's the truck?!" Josh cried, looking around. "Remember, we went back in time. It's not here yet." Susan said. "So that's what takes us so long. It's an hour walk back to my house at the least. If traffics bad and the streets are clogged, it'll take us close to an hour and a half!" Josh said in exasperation, "How are we supposed to walk down the streets with our guns?" "I'll wear a jacket and you cover that in clothes." Susan said, walking back towards the door. "Clothes off a dead guy?" Josh asked. "Yea, it's better than trying to take them off a live guy." Susan chuckled. "Hey, you made a joke!" Josh pointed out as she took a leather jacket off a man who she had stabbed through the heart. "I did, didn't I?" Susan said. "This should do." Josh said as he tore a shirt to pieces and started to wrap it around his rifle. He slung it across his back, covered in strips of cloth. "Come on, let's hurry." Josh said, turning the lights off at the door. Susan slammed it shut behind them and it bounced against the frame, creaking open slightly. ******* The walk had taken all the time they had, between slow traffic lights and a back alley mugger trying to take them, they arrived at Josh's house just on time. He stripped the cloth from his rifle and Susan tossed her jacket into the bushes. "Okay, remember, we're sleeping in the bedroom and the Yakuza will be here in...nineteen minutes." Josh said, checking his watch. "Okay." Susan nodded, adjusting her sword on her waist. They strode up to the front door and Josh knocked on it loudly. Nobody answered and Josh waited a moment before banging on the door again. The knob rattled the door opened. At the last moment, Josh remembered that he would try and stab himself. The knife came down and Josh grabbed his own wrist. "Whoa!" Josh cried. Past Josh cringed and opened his eyes. "Hey! Hey! It's not the Yakuza, even though we thought it was!" Josh said. "What...What is...What's going on?!" Past Josh stuttered. He looked at himself, standing in his pajama pants, his face white in fear. "Calm down, I know this seems strange, but we've got bigger problems. The Yakuza will be coming this way soon with two cars and twelve men. In about..." Josh checked his watch, "Fifteen minutes, they're going to find out that you have Susan and they're going to come for her. Get her out of the bedroom, get her dressed and come in here. I need to keep an eye on you two while I pick off these guys." "What the fuck is going on?!" Past Josh cried. "Josh! I'm you from the future. I'm here to keep your ass from getting shot. Don't worry, you'll make it to the past and be in my position soon enough. Only a few days ago I was in your position, scared and freaked. But I got over it and so will you." Josh said, putting a hand on Past Josh's shoulder. "Good morning Josh." Susan said, giving a small bow. They walked in the door, Josh holding his rifle in his arms and Susan's hand on her sword. "So how the hell did you guys get here?" Past Josh asked. "I asked the same thing and never got an answer. So you'll have to make do without it." Josh said with a chuckle, "Go get Susan." "Right!" Past Josh said, understanding him. Josh walked through the house as Past Josh started down the hall. He headed over to the front window and bashed out one of the smaller panes with his rifle barrel. As he mounted the rifle on the frame, he heard a loud bang. "Oh yea! Watch out! She tries to shoot us!" Josh called from his spot. "Thanks..." Josh sighed from the bedroom door. "So do you think you can do it?" Susan asked. "I already have, so yea, I can!" Josh nodded confidently. "So where are they." Susan asked. "Well, they come from down that way in two large Suburbans." Josh told Susan, pointing down the street. Past Josh and Past Susan came down the hall, wearing the same clothes as they were. "Good, you caught on quickly. I did too." Josh said, "Now, it will be two black suburbans coming from down the street there. If I remember correctly, I am to put a bullet through the first drivers windshield and that truck will crash, killing everyone inside. After that, I kill two more before they break into the house. Susan, Future Susan, will kill two more once inside and then Past Susan will shot one with the handgun and you will get shot by the last one before I stab him." "What?! I get shot!?" Past Josh cried. "Hey! I got shot too!" Josh said flatly, "It's not that bad." "Anyway I can avoid it?" Past Josh asked. "I asked the same thing and I still got shot." Josh laughed. "God...this whole time traveling thing hurts my head. Speaking of which, how the fuckin' hell?!" Past Josh cried angrily. There was a rumbling of tires and electric engines as two black Suburbans came down the street. "No time! The Yakuza is here!" Josh said, flipping the safety on his rifle. He aimed the rifle and placed the red dot in his eye screen on the front window of the suburban. A pull of the trigger and the rifle cracked loudly. A plume of flame exploded from the barrel. A fifty caliber round traveled down the street and struck the driver through the window. The truck swerved and flipped on it's side, sliding into a neighbor's front yard. The other suburban slammed into his luxury car and Josh pulled the trigger again. A bullet caught the passenger in the chest and the man died from the wound. Five men got out of the car and Josh quickly aligned his targeter with a man getting out from the back of the car. He pulled the trigger and the man was knocked off his feet by the shot. "I am not getting shot..." Josh heard Past Josh mumble as he walked down the hall. Josh smiled and gave a chuckle. The door thundered open as the Yakuza kicked it in. Susan turned and pulled her revolver from it's holster. A targeter in her electronic eye appeared and locked onto the first man's head. She pulled the trigger and the .45 revolver kicked, blowing the man's head off. Susan moved and fired again, blowing a hole in another man's chest. Two Yakuza opened fire and Josh hit the ground behind the couch. Susan ducked as well. Past Susan pulled the trigger from the kitchen a number of times and the man closest to the kitchen caught two in the side and fell to the ground. The last mafia looked around and turned to Susan. The Yakuza started to move towards Past Susan and Josh dropped his rifle. He jumped and ran at the Yakuza, pulling his vibro-blade from it's sheath on his vest. He turned it on and tackled the Yakuza to the ground. There was a loud bang from his gun and a spray of bullets shot down the hall. Josh shoved the vibro-blade into the man's neck, killing him. Past Josh gave a cry from the bedroom and Past Susan ran down the hall to check on him. She came running back, crying about the first aid kit. Arrival of the RX-2000 "Past Susan, let Future Susan take care of that. You need to help me with these bodies. There's something I have to talk to you about." Josh said with a nod to Susan. Susan took the first aid kit and Past Susan took the arms of one of the bodies. Josh grabbed his legs and helped carry it out. "So, as you know, we came from the future. There's something you have to know about that. There's a Yakuza warehouse that you have to go in. Nobody will be there, Future Susan and I killed them all already. So what you have to do is go into this warehouse and go into the back corner of the warehouse, opposite of the door. There is a large crate about four feet by four feet. It contains an experimental black market power generator. If you calibrate the generator to resonate with your fission core and then maximize it's output, it will generate a rip in space-time and you will travel back in time to take our position." Josh explained all the while carrying the corpses out to the back of the Suburban. "Gotcha. So I'll lead Josh there and we'll travel back in time." Past Susan nodded. They walked back inside one last time, coming face to face with Susan and Past Josh. "Okay. That's that and now onto business. I was told when I was in your position to go to this address and everything would work out." Josh said, finding the napkin on the counter, he scribbled the address out and put it in front of Past Josh, "You and Susan will go here, it's a Yakuza warehouse, and everything will work out." "What happens there?" Past Josh asked. Josh stared flatly at him, his eyes staring blankly at Past Josh. "You asked the same thing." Past Josh sighed. "I also got stared at like that." Josh chuckled, "So anyway, you two go on your way, I'm going to call my insurance agent and get that car taken care of. Since this is my house now and your moving on." "This is your house now?" Past Josh said in annoyance. "Hey, the last guy took my house. Get out." Josh said, pushing Past Josh towards the door. "Oh yea! I suppose that makes since." Past Josh sighed, Past Susan following him out the door. "Take the closest Suburban. I piled all the bodies in the back, so it's going to stink, but I had to do it once too." Josh said before he closed the door. "So that's it then. We're on our way to travel into the past." Susan sighed, looking around the house. There were bullet holes in the walls and one of the front windows was broken out. Blood spattered the carpet in places. "And hopefully, the Yakuza will leave us alone now." Josh said, "Although, we were very lucky that I never got shot." He took off the vest and the headset and set them on the couch. "Better keep the weapons just in case." Susan said, "But what do we do about everything that's happened? All the dead bodies?" "That's waterfront warehouses with Yakuza ties and members. They won't assume anything but a Mafia hit when they see all the dead Yakuza. The warehouse itself will be a goldmine of black market and illegal imports...they won't push into all the deaths." Josh said, "Plus, we clean up the floor and get the house back in order and nobody assumes a thing about here. The car across the street was a crash and everyone died in it." "What if the Yakuza keep coming after us?" Susan asked, "Surely they won't give up already." "Actually, you'd be surprised. In recent years, the Yakuza have become more of a dirty corporate business than a Mafia. They get more money from protection racket in different cities than in actual murder and things. Like the man in the recording said, you were meant for espionage and extortion, not murder. So when this many men are killed...I'd bet we'll be forgotten about." Josh said, "One more thing, can you hack into that warehouse's computer? Find the file for yourself and set it's shipping location to somewhere very important, somewhere Yakuza will stay away from. The White House or something. Hopefully, they'll give up on it or make another." "Oooh...that's a good idea...I bet I can do that." Susan nodded. Josh groaned and sat down on the couch, feeling fairly tired. "Are you feeling alright Josh?" Susan asked, sitting down next to him. "I'm just a little tired from all this." Josh sighed, lying back, "And very hungry!" "Do you want me to make something?" Susan asked. "Nah, I'll go whip something up. Would you mind starting to wash up the blood on the hard wood." Josh said, getting back on his feet. "Of course Josh." Susan nodded and bowed. ******* An hour later, they were enjoying sandwiches and salads, watching television. The floor was clean and a piece of cardboard was taped over the broken glass pane. There were some bullet holes in the lower parts of the hallway, but the house was looking good. Josh had called the insurance agency and they gave an okay on his claim for the smashed up back of his car. The repair company would be out today to tow away his car and would return it to him in a week or more. The police had already been called and they were busy cleaning up the scene across the street. They had taken Josh's statement and, through a little suggestion put in their head by Susan, acquitted him of all possible involvement with exception to having his car wrecked by the driver in the Suburban. He had been lucky she could speak directly into their minds when she touched their hands. "So where did you get yourself sent to?" Josh asked, looking over at Susan. "The Pentagon. I hoped that the thought of getting the FBI or CIA involved would thoroughly scare the Yakuza from pursuing me." Susan said. "Good, and the weapons?" Josh asked. "Stored safely in a box in the bottom of the closet. They're there if we need them." Susan smiled. "Oh good. So, hopefully we're in the clear. You know, that Jedi Mind trick of yours is really helpful." Josh smiled. 'These are not the droids your looking for.' Older Obi-Wan's voice spoke in his head. He looked over at Susan, who was touching his arm. Josh laughed loudly and Susan pushed on him. He fell back onto the couch and she climbed over him. Lying on top of him, Susan gave him a kiss on the lips. "I love you Susan." Josh said, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you too." Susan smiled. Chapter 5 – Experiencing It was that night and Josh was still watching a medical show on telelvision. It was about a genius doctor with a massive ego. He would, over the course of an episode, work with a few other doctors to diagnose a difficult patient. It was a very entertaining show. "Josh, come to bed would you?" Susan asked from the bedroom door. "Come to bed? What for?" Josh asked, standing up. "I've...I've got something I want to ask you..." Susan mumbled quietly from inside the bedroom. "Susan? Are you okay?" Josh said, flicking off the television and lights before he walked down the hall. "I want you to show me...I want to know what it's like..." Susan said, sitting nervously on the side of the bed. She was only wearing her silk french knickers. Josh could see her bare breasts in the dark and he blushed deeply. "You...you want to...know what..." Josh stuttered. She got up from the bed and walked forward to Josh. She pressed herself against him and put her hands around his neck. "I've been thinking about it...and...I want to know what it's like..." Susan whispered, "I want you to show me." "I...I...Susan...I don't...if...I know that...you..." Josh stuttered incoherently, blushing and embarassed by Susan's proposal. "Come on..." Susan said, pulling him back towards the bed. "Susan...I..." Josh started as she turned him around. "I know I'm an android, but that doesn't mean I don't get desires too. Ever since I met you I've been changing and growing. I don't care if it's adaptive programming or whatever. I love you, I really do." Susan said, pushing him back onto the bed. She climbed onto top of him and kissed him. "Oh Susan, I love you so much." Josh said, wrapping his arms around her. Susan felt his hands trail down her back as they kissed, he was starting to get into it. His hands stopped about her silk knickers, feeling her soft backside under his hands. Susan's tongue danced around his and they scooted further back onto the bed. "Ohh...Josh I feel so hot..." Susan breathed, straddling his waist. "Want me to touch you...down there?" Josh asked. "Oh please?" Susan sighed. Josh ran a hand down her stomach and trailed a finger down the front of her silk knickers. Pushing his fingers up, he rubbed her silk knickers against her crotch. Susan bit her lip as a tingling spread down through her legs. "Josh~!" Susan moaned softly, "That feels...good." "Really?" Josh said, pushing his fingers up a little more. Susan gave a long coo as Josh's fingers rubbed her silk knickers in between her nether lips. A tingling of pleasure continued up her spine and made her shiver slightly. "Josh? Can I lie back on the pillows?" Susan sighed, "I like how it feels...but I think it'd be better if I were relaxed." "Of course." Josh smiled, letting go of Susan. She climbed over top him and he let his hands trail down her hips as she moved. "So why these?" Josh asked, fiddling with the ruffled waistband of her silky french knickers. "I thought they looked cute and they're really soft on my skin." Susan said, rubbing her knicker against her skin. "How is it possible you're artificial?" Josh said, crawling over to her, "How can you be an android?" "I'm just fake." Susan shrugged. "You aren't fake. You're different." Josh whispered before he kissed her again. Reaching down her body, he slipped his fingers under Susan's waistband. Susan looked down at his hand as he slipped further into her knickers. His fingers slid between her legs and touched her bare pussy. "Ooooh~" Susan cooed, laying her head back against the pillows. He slid his middle finger between her wet lips and Susan felt her pelvis start tingling again. An electric pleasure started to course through her. Josh could feel the heat starting emanate from her as she got warmer. He felt a wetness around his finger as he pushed the tip of it into Susan's soft insides. She moaned into it as his finger explored a little deeper. Susan was amazed at the feeling of human pleasure. She knew all kinds of sensations that humans experienced except for pleasure. It was a new, far more powerful sensation that coursed through her entire body. His finger pushed about inside her, eliciting a shock of pleasure and a loud moan. "Ohhh...J...Josh...it's so...so good..." Susan squirmed beneath him. "Really? Would you like to feel another finger?" Josh asked, twiddling his middle finger around deep inside Susan. "Y...Yes...that would...feel gooood~!" Susan moaned loudly as he pushed a second finger into Susan's tight hole. She was feeling very tight around his two fingers as he played them around inside of her. Susan's silk knickers were getting soaked through as he pleased her. Susan moaned out loudly again as he pushed on her clitorous. Susan's body was aglow with pleasure that she had never even tried to imagine. She stretched out her legs. The covers stretched outward as she arched her back to stretch herself out. Her body stretched pleasurably, pushing her head back into the blankets. "Josh~!" Susan moaned, "J...Josh...something...somethings happening." Her chest began to rise and fall quicker. Josh could feel the sweat on her body. She began to shake softly under his hands. He pushed his fingers deeper and twiddled her clitorous quickly. Susan cried out loudly and her body stiffened with pleasure. Her voice cut off as she cried out breathlessly. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and there was a splash of lubrication from her. She gasped and gave a shrill cry. Her body fell limp on the bed and Josh's had slipped out of her wet knickers. She panted and rolled her head back and forth, her head unable to compute what just occurred. She breathed out and tried to speak. Nothing would come out of her mouth and she just took another shallow breath. "Oh wow...that...that was..." Susan finally mumbled, "Unbelievable." "Well you sure shook a lot." Josh chuckled, "And you got wet." "Simple lubrication...I just...the pleasure was too much..." Susan sighed, putting a hand on her forehead. "Are you alright?" Josh said, raising an eyebrow. "I feel like I blew a few circuits...but I'm fine. Would you like me to pleasure you?" Susan asked, sitting up slowly. "Well...um...sure." Josh said, trading places with Susan. "First, let me take these off. They're a little uncomfortable this wet." Susan said, stripping off her knickers. She tossed them away and then proceeded to strip off Josh's pants. Much to her delight, he was already standing straight up and ready. She touched his penis and it twitched. "Is it as sensitive as I am?" Susan asked, feeling his balls. "Sensitive is perspective. I think it's pretty sensitive, but probably not as much compared to you." Josh said as she slowly started to rub him. She leaned forward and bent over him. He felt her wet tongue touch the underside of his cock and lick up him. A shiver went up him when her tongue brushed over his head. She held her hand around the base of his cock carefully as she licked and wrapped her lips around him. Josh gave a moan as her soft lips rubbed over him. "Oooh...Susan...your mouth is as real as everything else." Josh moaned, feeling Susan's tongue circling around his cock. She took more of his cock into her mouth and touched her tongue to his balls. Susan pushed further and pressed her lips directly to his crotch. Josh groaned at this and put a hand on Susan's head. She moved up and down on him a little faster. Josh moaned in ecstasy and ran his fingers through her pink hair. "Susan...Susan I'm...gonna cum~" Josh moaned, "Ohhh...yeaa..." He sighed as he came. Cum spurted into Susan's mouth and he twitched in pleasure. She licked up his cum and swallowed it all. Josh sighed and put his arms behind his head as he relaxed. "Was that good Josh?" Susan asked, scooting up next to him. "Oh very good." Josh sighed with a wide smile. "I'm happy...as soon as you are erect again...I would like to continue with...you know...the rest..." Susan blushed slightly, teasing a finger around his nipple. A few minutes later, she got her wish. Susan laid back among the pillows as Josh mounted her. His cock slid into her wet slit and Susan moaned loudly and squirmed in pleasure. She clenched her fingers behind his back as he pushed deeper into her. Susan moaned loudly and wrapped her legs loosely around Josh's waist. He pushed to his extent inside her, making her moan again as he started to pull out. Her pussy was so tight around Josh that he moaned loudly and pushed back in. Susan cried out happily. He pumped in and out of her a little faster, making Susan moan and cry as pleasure erupted through her electric body. Her fission core was humming faster than ever and her mind was incapable of computing anything. Josh felt her body start to shake and she clenched around his cock. She came again with a loud cry and he kept fucking her. She panted loudly as he kept plowing her. His own orgasm was short coming as he pushed back into her once more. He felt himself twitch and jerk forward, pumping a thick load into Susan's tight pussy. He pulled back and pushed in a time or two more, topping it all off with another orgasm from Susan. She howled and fell limp as Josh pulled out of her. He fell into bed next to her, breathing heavily as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Was...was...it good...?" Josh asked breathlessly. He looked over at Susan. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. He watched her for a moment as her breathing softened over a few minutes. She passed into a still slumber and he sighed happily. It took a little work, but he got the blankets up and over them before he slipped over next to her and fell asleep. ******* The sun shone through the window, falling across Josh's eyes. He squinted annoyingly and opened them. He was lying on his back next to Susan who was on her stomach. She breathed softly and quietly, her arms curled under the pillow her head was resting on. He smiled and got out of bed. Slipping into his robe, he walked out into the kitchen and started to fiddle with the coffee pot. As it started to drip coffee, there was a creak behind him. Susan wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his back. "Thank you for last night..." She said quietly, clasping her hands together in front of him. "It was wonderful for me too." Josh chuckled. "How do you do it?" Susan asked ambiguously. "Hmm?" Josh asked in return. "How do you, knowing full well that it's there, abstain from such pleasure?" Susan asked. "Well I've never had a girl like you before." Josh smiled, turning around in her arms. "I mean humans as a race. How do you keep from just spending every day having pleasure like that?" Susan asked, pressing her bare body to his robed chest. "I suppose it's just a matter of priorities. Sex is great, but we must make a living and support those that we love. Which, for me, means you now." Josh said, kissing her on the forehead. "Thank you Josh." Susan said quietly. "Also I bet the amount of raw skin you would have would be a deterrent to anyone trying to whore themselves out constantly. I bet even Hugh had to give himself a rest once in a while." Josh chuckled. Susan smiled and put her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad I met you." Susan said, her eyes closed. "I'm glad I met you too." Josh returned. "So...are you okay with this? With me?" Susan asked. "Why wouldn't I be?" Josh said in surprise. "I mean...I'm not human...I can't have children...You'll grow old and die...while...I just go on." Susan said, leaning back to look into his eyes. "I don't believe flesh and blood makes a human a human. I believe it's what's in your head and what's in your heart." Josh said sweetly. "But I don't have a..." Susan started. "It's a metaphor. It means, if you can love and care, who says your not human. As for the lack of children...I never liked kids. Never liked myself when I was one. As for you staying the same, how many people can claim they grew old while their woman stayed sexy and young all the while?" Josh smiled, giving her a kiss. "Hugh Hefner?" Susan said ironically. "Yea I suppose...And that would make you my cute little bunny." Josh smiled, lifting Susan off the ground by her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gave him a kiss on the lips. Chapter 6 - Time Travel and Androids "Wait just a damn minute. You're trying to tell me that you traveled through time to help yourself fight off the Yakuza attacking your house." Vladmir said in exasperation. "Yes I am." Josh nodded, "Susan, do you have recording of the event?" "Of the event? No, but I do have some memories of just before we entered the rip." Susan said, twisting off the communicator from her ear piece. She plugged it into the side of a computer and a video screen popped open. The video showed a twelve second loop of the rip in space time from Susan's point of view. Vladmir looked closely at it, unable to believe what he was seeing. Against all science and physics, he was watching a rip in time fluctuating in three dimensional space. "No way...there's no way...this wasn't modified at all was it?" Vladmir asked, looking at the two of them. "Nobody has accessed my memory banks since I uploaded a large information bank from Josh's computer a few weeks ago." Susan said, nodding. "So this is accurate...Susan...can I look through your systems? I want to know everything that happened that day." Vladmir said.