Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Trust me, Renee.”
I felt Master Hendryk take the firm, soothing head of his cock away from my pussy. I heard the wet sound of a man thrusting his rigid penis into a girl’s open mouth.
Candy said “Mmm” around the bulk of our master’s huge erection and I thought I could hear even in that inarticulate, animal noise that my artificial bed sister wanted me to know she liked sucking cock. That she liked it in a way that no real girl like me could, because real girls had to worry about their breathing, and their teeth, and their gag reflex, but an artificial girl like Candy didn’t have to think about any of that. She could adjust those things effortlessly, unconsciously, and enjoy the strange submissive power of giving the pleasure the penis demanded of her.
I frowned, feeling my pussy bereft of Master Hendryk’s cock. I had to choke back a sob of sheer need, mingled with an almost physical surge of jealousy from my belly into my chest.
Trust him.
The basic, hard-wired hold of monogamy over my mind and my heart made it difficult. Master G had fucked so many other girls in front of me that I had thought myself over it.
But Master G hadn’t told me he had feelings for me. If Master Hendryk had spared me the knowledge that he wanted our relationship to go somewhere, would I have felt such envy of the fake girl who had his cock in her mouth?
“Oh, that’s good,” he said, his voice coming from deep in his chest. I heard her take him deep, very deep; the unmistakable sound of a throat opening to allow a man to thrust his manhood as deep as he likes and as hard as he chooses. Master Hendryk’s growling noises rumbled behind me.
He put his hands on my hips as if to gain traction for his use of Candy’s mouth. I whimpered softly at the sensation. I could feel his fingers tense, his weight shifting slightly as he drove into that soft openness.
“Now let’s compare Renee’s pussy,” he said, and a moment later I felt the warmth of his cock again, right at the entrance to the sopping sheath of my vagina.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
Compare. The apparent callousness, the casual cruelty of his words made me shudder, partly with jealousy and outrage, but also—I couldn’t deny it, and I understood that Master Hendryk meant this part—with need. I needed to have my pussy compared to Candy’s mouth: to my dismay, thanks to my master’s strange way of educating me, I understood that some deep element of my sexuality wanted the man who loved me to fuck other girls and tell me he liked me best. Master G would never be able to tell me that, but Master Hendryk, the man who had purchased me for his exclusive use, the man who knew how firm and degrading a hand I needed…
He thrust in hard, and I cried out. In and out, over and over, his lap slapping against my bottom like a spanking. I started to come with the third thrust, writhing in his tight grip around my waist and screaming with helpless pleasure.
“Lick my balls, Candy,” he instructed his artificial bed girl. “I’m going to stay in this pussy for a while.”
CHAPTER 23
Renee
To my astonishment, Candy said, “No, Master.” She spoke in a voice so different from her usual cheerful obedience—so petulant and bitter—that I felt my body freeze in place. I was on hands and knees over my AI bed sister, her thighs spread wide and my face so close to her pussy that with every whining breath I took through my nose I could smell the wicked fragrance of her need.
Master Hendryk stopped fucking me, too. His hands tightened a little on my hips, as if telling me that the plan had started to take shape, warning me to pay attention to what I said and did.
Trust me. I wondered suddenly if that meant I should trust that my master understood me well enough that I could also trust myself. He had given me all the information he thought I should have, so that I could act with complete naturalness, maybe. He had taught me enough that, according to his theory of education, I could do what I had to do to help him.
“What, Candy?” he growled. “Did you just tell me no?”
“Make Renee kiss my pussy,” she said. “It’s not fair!”
Motionless as I was, I felt my hips buck with the jolt of arousal caused by Candy’s rebellious demand. I pushed back toward Master Hendryk, and I let out a little sob of frustrated pleasure as I felt his cock press another half-inch into the slick tunnel of my still-aching vagina. I needed it… my owner’s hardness… my master’s brutal, thrusting use of my intimate places. I had never imagined I could need anything so much, let alone Master Hendryk’s casual, arrogant, complete dominance over my degraded body.