AI Era: Bots are People Too

© PennameWombat November 2021

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story is my entry for the Literotica AI Era 2021 event. Some characters and the bots here (not a spoiler, they're mentioned in the title after all) had cameos in my Valentine's Day 2021 contest entry "Sex, Toys & Bots: A Valentine's Tale" in the Group Sex category. That said, this story is entirely self-contained and can be fully enjoyed without reading that earlier story.

Of course, if you do want to check it out I won't complain. This story takes place in a shared universe with many of my other stories but again no familiarity with those is assumed or needed to enjoy this one. But if you are intrigued, you'll find them by clicking on my name.

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The August Budget Meeting

The pressure of Viv's tongue against it caused the bulbous glans at the end of the prick to deflect as she traced two circuits around it. Unlike her tongue's target, her hand wrapped around a shaft with no give in it, whether it was actually iron was not easy to dismiss. The body the cock was attached to jumped slightly from its prone position on the bed as she moved past teasing and sucked half of it into her mouth with a fast push of her head and her teeth gave the edges of that large end of the prick the slightest scrape as they went past. She didn't dislike uncircumcized cocks but she had her preference, and she loved that the contrast of the dark red of the head against his olive skin was always visible. At least, when this beautiful prick wasn't in her mouth. Or her pussy. Or her ass.

She stifled the slightest laugh as the cock's owner grunted at that scrape. But it was her turn to grunt as a hand responded and grabbed a mass of her loose hair and with a half twist pulled it and used the resultant fist to 'encourage' himself deeper into her throat. She worked a quick breath through her nose and her lips pushed her hand away as she obeyed his instruction.

She'd been a diligent student at the art of sucking cock. She tightened her cheeks against it and her throat vibrated against that head, her favorite part of it. But it'd only been recently that she'd again been... in the mood... well and truly in the mood... to fully deploy the skills she'd honed. Her mouth and throat rippled as she sucked hard, his hairless pubic wall offered nothing that tickled her nose. Her lips worked around the base before she pulled back to expose a third of the shaft and pushed back down. The fist pulled her hair more tightly, her hands went along the outside of each solid thigh and ensured his ass couldn't lift from the sheet. She let the fist push her to again fully swallow him.

Then she pushed her head forcefully backwards but only until her lips wrapped the shaft where it became that delicious swelling that was at the end. Her tongue swirled fast and hard around it and she heard the groans. She used her weight and toned arms to keep him in place.

Not that he seemed to have any intention to leave!

"Aaahhh... Vivian, baby, sooo... feels... so good," she heard the slow, slurred near-baritone and her lips flashed into a smile she knew he couldn't see.

His hand that didn't hold a hank of hair found and rubbed her back, its path eased by sweat. Another thing he never seemed to mind!

But, enough was enough. As much as she enjoyed edging this cock, her jaw was getting sore. She wanted her reward.

She'd never been shy about swallowing, had rarely been bothered by the taste of a man's cum. But this one's... was nice and tasty. She wanted it. And she'd learned how to get it right when she wanted it.

Her left hand found its way back to the base of the cock and started a slow stroking of it as she sucked half of the full cock into her mouth and tightened her lips and cheeks on it. The speed of her head's movements was upped a fraction with each subsequent stroke and her hand used the ample saliva that ran down the prick to lubricate its stroking, which gained speed in concert with her sucking. He released her hair and lightly rubbed her shoulder and back, encouraged but didn't guide her.

She felt his tell. Spasmodic twitches of his hips. Knew her task was near its end. She had plans for after. Oh, yes, she had plans. She sucked, her hair bounced and she heard guttural sounds that escalated in concert with her efforts.

"Ah... fu... I'm going to blow the back of your head off," his voice was strained and wavered and after the sudden burst of lucidity his voice devolved first into sounds that were almost words before even that was lost. Moans. Grunts. And sounds more primitive.

She stopped just short as she felt the wave. Even she couldn't prevent his body arcing as his back and legs clenched.

It didn't blow the back of her head off. But she wasn't sure how. Hot, only slightly salty, gooey liquid gushed. Her throat had heeded the warnings and was prepared. She swallowed. Her slurps and grunts joined his moans that had become almost rhythmic. She pulled back to ensure the subsequent and slower deliveries of her unusually tasty treat landed on her tongue and she savored it before it too was swallowed.

Finally, she pulled her head back, opened her eyes and looked up. Blue eyes that edged toward violet returned the gaze. She flipped to lie alongside him.

"Made me work for that, so kiss me, asshole," her tone was softer than the words, slow and slightly slurred. The man wriggled and braced on one elbow to place his face above hers. He readily kissed her, for a moment their mouths were nearly closed but she guided them open. Her tongue that still had the taste of her lover's ejaculate met its compatriot as a second tongue entered her mouth and its tip ran against the top of hers.

His free hand started at her left hip before it slid along sweat-slackened skin over abs that were one of her prides. Her hips were broad enough, but her stomach was flat, she didn't aim for bulk. Let her parents carp about it, but she enjoyed showing flesh and she felt the firmness allowed her to do that freely. She exhaled hard into the other mouth when the wandering hand first cupped her left breast before thumb and forefinger found the nipple, seemingly already as erect as it could get.

But his twisting fingers put that thought to the sword. After a moment she pressed her mouth hard and her tongue's passivity ended as it slammed the other against the top of her mouth. Rather than direct retaliation, he tightened his fingers. When she huffed, his tongue took its opportunity to advance. Forced into defensive action, her tongue's options were limited. She reached with intent but he shuffled his taller body to keep her target out of reach.

Asshole!

Her breath was forced through her nose and she inhaled and exhaled in bursts. He offered a laugh that was more vibration than sound as not any of his lips, tongue or fingers relented. She squirmed. Her nipple might be ready to explode! She knew she was rare, a lover who could work her tits, or even just one of them, JUST RIGHT, could make her blow without touching her below the waist. A couple of past male lovers had managed it, but it'd apparently been luck and they'd not repeated the feat. As a percentage, women had a higher percentage of discovery, but they weren't meant to be around long term. This one, on the other hand... discovery made, he could repeat at will.

At some other time... she might let him continue.

With every bit of force her jaw, throat and mouth could muster, her tongue pushed its opponent back from the territory it'd conquered. At the same time her hand, having failed at its original aim, grabbed his wrist. Her neck flexed and she pushed his head away and separated their mouths. She forced his fingers to loosen. She desperately wanted her climax. But not this way.

"Fuck me...," her borderline soprano had deepened, roughened, and her eyes bore into his, "I know it's already hard again. I want it in my cunt. Now."

His face went into a predatory smile. He released her nipple and she released her wrist, their eyes remained locked.

Her wristpad on her left arm let out a sound. She blinked. After an instant of silence it repeated. With a near-infinite number of ring tones available, for this number she'd chosen a classic, twentieth century wall phone 'hammer hitting two bells' near-clang although the tiny speaker didn't do it justice.

"What the...," she managed, a third ring sounded as she fought down the immediate anger and frustration. It was the Wednesday of the third week of August. It was 2:45 in the afternoon. She was... technically... at work. And at 3:00 p.m. they had the Fall budget update call. She'd sent her contribution before lunch.

"Aaahhh...," she offered as a grunt, before she took a quick breath and in the middle of the fourth ring she spoke, "Sluggo, speaker on."

"Hey, Warren," she said.

"Viv, hey, you okay? You sound a bit... out of breath?" Without her earbuds the wristpad's speaker gave him a tinny sound.

"Yeah, fine. Budget stuff... taking out my frustrations on the stair stepper," she added a laugh at the end. Her eyes caught indigo irises that had amused crinkles around the edges of both eyes. A hollow laugh sounded from her wrist.

"Try it from my side," his voice had its own tinge of frustration, "Marie will be joining us at 3:30, just letting you know. Not my idea... just warning everyone. And you know me, I'm old fashioned, still like my voice calls!"

Viv's mouth went tight for a moment. "No worries, Warren, thanks. I'll do all my screaming first half hour. Then, best behavior."

"I'll let you go. Talk in a bit," Warren said and disconnected.

Viv looked her lover in the eyes. "Sluggo, fourteen minute timer, then thirty seconds. Start now."

"Fourteen minutes, boss lady, then thirty seconds," the wristpad confirmed.

"Now," she licked her lips, "I hope you haven't... HEY!"

She yelped as he'd risen to his knees and in almost the same movement reached under her shoulders and lower back and lifted her into the air over him as her rolled. She landed on her back and bounced in the middle of the king size mattress flexed and rippled. Then he was above her, his legs smoothly nudged hers just before she reacted to splay them out of the way and the bed bounced as he landed on his knees between her open legs. Their eyes stayed locked. She wasn't what anyone would call petite in height, and she didn't require a taller lover, but that he was such, and just enough to easily provide THIS angle was yet another puzzle piece perfectly fitted. That he was also strong enough to do what he'd just done and flip them...

"Sluggo, time check," she said.

"Thirteen minutes, forty nine seconds," from her wrist.

"Think you can last that long?" She said to the body that loomed above her.

"To the second," his back adjusted its position and she felt that perfect head nestle between her labia. Where it paused.

She was wet. The time for foreplay had ended.

"What? I just take your word for it?" She'd just managed the words when her mouth locked slightly open and widened as the invader entered her body. She put her arms around his shoulders.

His pubic bone met her clit at the same time that malleable head nestled into soft folds within her flesh. She grunted as their eyes stayed locked. How he so perfectly fit her...

She was almost disappointed when the twin pressures relented and he pulled back. But that faded quickly when his prick's full penetration was repeated. Just that touch harder.

"That the best you can do?"

Her mouth opened in a smile as his next stroke was fast. But he didn't slam blindly, with his impressive strength he stopped his thrust at full depth to hit his targets with near-perfect force.

He gained speed as they fucked, but he stayed below what she knew was his full speed. He varied his thrusts and pressed upward. She liked that. He hit her clit and pushed against the hard flesh at the top of her pussy. Her breathing went even more ragged. She panted as she pressed her heels against the mattress and flexed her back to thrust against him. Grunts as the added force against her clit caused her eyelids to move to slits. Wet sounds added to hard inhales and exhales, grunts and moans.

"Sluggo, time check," she croaked.

"Seven minutes, twelve seconds."

She smiled and with a hard push launched both legs from the bed to wrap them around his hips. Her arms tightened their embrace of her shoulders. She forced herself hard and the bodies met with intense force.

"Aaahh... oh... FUCK," she screamed. He forced himself back and slammed hard into her again. Loud squelching sounds as her climax forced a flood of liquid into space already occupied by an invading force. Liquid gushed out as that force pushed itself deeper into that space.

They had seven minutes. She knew she was a greedy bitch. Could she manage one orgasm a minute between now and then?

She neared her sixth climax as the muscles of her back, her hips, her ass, her thighs, even her arms and shoulders screamed at her, their lactic acid overload neared critical but the brute who still fucked her gave no quarter. She'd given and would give none back. His head was next to hers and her throat burned, her lungs no longer capable of supplying the oxygen her exertions demanded. But. One more. One more hill to climb, one more peak to reach. She'd reach it. Sweat poured from every pore. The thin hair on his muscular chest teased her nipples, that, and the pressure of those pecs kept them at their own fever pitches. The sheet was a lost cause, the mattress protector possibly done for as well. She pumped her hips and he pistoned in and out of her, varied his angles of thrust as he'd done for almost fourteen minutes. She hadn't bothered with more time checks, had simply taken every orgasm as they came. But she'd not hit seven. Not this time.

He sped. Her pussy squeezed at his cock, desperate for a final release, liquids thick and thin flowed freely and splashed across four thighs and the sheet.

She felt it. Knew that... if he just. His body shivered, it started in his legs and shoulders and waves raced.

They met and almost beyond credence his cock grew. She almost winced as he pulled it back and it pressed against every nerve she had as he simultaneously thrust it once more deep into her body and with that a powerful spray forced its way into an opening already beyond capacity. If his previous climax had been impressive, this one was beyond belief.

She screamed, held nothing back. He'd somehow known just when to push in and up just the right way as he came. If she'd been capable of thought at that moment she'd've wondered what her neighbors might think.

But those parts of her brain had shut down.

She screamed a second time and wrapped her arms and legs as tightly as she could. Another hard thrust pushed goo with a loud squelch followed by audible hits when it hit legs and the bed. She had to stop him. She'd not survive another thrust. She knew she wanted to die like this.

Just not yet.

"Time's up... time's up... time's up," it was her mood-killing wrist.

Shut up, Sluggo," she said without opening her eyes before she turned her head so her mouth was next to his ear and whispered, "finished."

He slowed but continued until his body pressed against her, his cock at full penetration, where he stopped. She felt it spasm twice as it forced yet more cum into her.

Her body sagged. Her legs dropped to the bed on either side of his. Her breath was choppy and arrhythmic.

"Thirty seconds," fucking jumped-up wristwatch, she thought.

"Get off me," her voice was hoarse, it was more of a groan, but she welcomed his quick kiss as he gently withdrew his slightly softened prick and she winced as it completed its exit. With a deft flip he landed on the bed to her right and the mattress bounced. She used that as momentum to sit up, his left hand pressed between her shoulder blades and braced her. She twisted and bent and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Gotta run, big boy, keep yourself warm, I'm just gettin' started," she smiled quickly at him then spun on her ass and stood.

Fortunately he'd bounced over to her side of the bed as she wavered once on her feet and let his gentle touches on her hips steady her.

"Wooh," she said and wondered if she could back up the boast she'd just made, "thanks."

He looked up at her, nodded and smiled but she got her balance with a deep breath. Depending on your view, the room reeked or it was splendid. Ah well, not like she had a roommate who'd care.

She looked over the bed and saw herself in the dressing table mirror. Shit. A comment she'd received during the Valentine's week show a few months ago in Chicago had led her to let her hair grow out, she'd liked it long in her college days but hadn't worn it that way for years. She'd surprised the rest of Margaret's crew at the Vegas show in June, only one had known the younger her and of the rest she rarely saw most between shows and only a handful of the rotating cast of a hundred or so of them lived nearby or were acquaintances she'd meet up with in person or via video chats. It had seemed a lucky premonition, the lover who looked at her liked it this way. But right now it was... uncontrolled.

In mere seconds she had to be on video with seven other people. And they'd all be expected to have their video on. Especially once that bitch Marie joined... Well. She didn't have her earbuds in so she'd use the headphones. They'd offer at least a bit of camouflage. But also... She looked around.

She saw the top. It was white, a cross between a running bra and a cottony crop top that offered clear views of her dark nipples. As she intended it to. She hadn't lied to Warren, not exactly, she had been on her stepper. But, a few hours ago, not when he'd called, thirty minutes of hard climbing preceded and followed by her lover guiding and forcing her through stretches. She'd worn the top for support during the workout but had only her shoes on otherwise. He'd been naked the whole time. She preferred their workouts that way, it kept her inspired. She had a variety of tops in this style and wore them regularly for outdoor workouts, although most were various colors that obscured without blocking the view. If only they could entirely replicate today's choices when outside.

He'd shopped and last night's dinner had been a slow-roasted brisket he'd spent the day working on while she'd worked, served with a panoply of vegetables. Even with a splurge like this new 'beef,' grown in a vat but as tasty as any ripped from a cow, her diet had improved since he'd been around, mostly due to his willingness and patience to shop and ability to cook, her kitchen had previously been mainly decorative as opposed to a functioning room and little beyond the coffee maker and microwave showed signs of more than cursory use. He'd even made some sort of sauce, it had mustard... but other things too... and had been beyond delicious.

She'd chosen this condo deep in the urban jungle because it was in the middle of things. Little restaurants and cafes abounded. She wondered if more than one proprietor wondered where a certain brunette had disappeared to... She'd depended on them, had often been accompanied but had never had qualms about dining out on her own. They'd been the watering holes she'd employed in pursuit of the other reason she loved the area, the teeming herds of the twenty-fives to forty-fives, mostly men but hey, why be strict about THAT, who were her preferred prey. But now. When the restaurants did see her on the rarer occasions, it wasn't as the huntress chasing or devouring prey but as a woman accompanied.