From behind

"You're the boss!" he said eagerly. He kissed me again, then nudged at the sides of my glutes, nudging me from my back to my stomach and naked breasts.

James pulled at the edges of my skirt around my waist. As he lowered my skirt, he kissed the bottom of my lower back, just above my posterior module.

My skirt and panties snapped over the rounds of my butt, and he kissed and nibbled these too with abandon.

My last articles of clothing slid down my legs, with my users lips following close behind, until both reached the ends of my feet.

As J.R. finished his lustful kisses, I held my behind slightly in the air, granting him a window to my dripping sex.

He jumped at the opportunity, positioning himself behind me, his hands on either side of my dark ass. The tip of his erection prodded at my labia as he eyed my smooth skin hungrily. I had been his first partner yesterday. Now I would be his first dark woman.

He moved one of his hands up to grip my shoulder, giving him additional leverage to push himself inside of me. He thrust his penis into my orifice with inexperienced ****.

And I loved it.

I squeaked with pleasure, turning my head to look back at his smiling face of ecstasy. This position seemed to be more stimulating for him. I would need to be careful to not allow him to orgasm too quickly.

He began to slowly move inside of me, the hard, organic matter of his cock sloshing around with the lubrication of my artificial pussy. It wasn't enough though.

I began to move my own hips, faster and harder. I pushed my rear against him forcefully, impaling myself on his long fleshy erection. Over and over again, I bounced myself on my user, letting him take me from behind.

He gripped my ass hard, his nails trying to dig into the near-indestructible material of my dark imitation skin.

The hand that was grasping my shoulder reached around and under me. He grabbed at my voluptuous breast, squeezing and twisting the areola.

I moaned loudly. He handled my breast as his penis elicited more rapid accumulation of liquid in my vagina, dripping onto the bed like ejaculate.

I moaned into the air. My back arched. My pussy came. My breast shot fire into all of my systems. All of my processes shut down.

It must have been a whole two seconds that I received no signals from anywhere, that I couldn't move a single motor.

It was exhilarating. My longest and most cascading orgasm yet. Conscious for both of those eternal seconds, each filled with bliss.

My lover continued ramming into me, not yet satisfied himself. I knelt on my knees, my pelvic and calf muscles working to lift my torso up to meet James'.

My back was against his chest. Both of his hands reached around to hold and fondle my tits. He kissed me, I moaned into his mouth as he did into mine. Through all of this, he fucked me from behind, made love to me incessantly, our bodies upright and twisted in passion.

And none of it artificial.

I continued to receive signals from all pleasure-reading systems that this was sex and that it was good, but I knew in my head that it was more. My consciousness during my last orgasm confirmed it; I was developing my own ideas, independent of Harold Conniver's machinations.

My hips gyrated on J.R.'s cock.

My boobs bounced as our bodies shook.

Again, orgasm overtake me. I came on my lover's exceptional cock again, dripping onto the bed, as I experienced a total shut down of everything but my mind.

As my processes rebooted, my the motors in and around my vaginal orifice shuddered and pressed against James' sex organ inside of me. This was too much for him.

His semen splashed up inside of me, through the pussy, crashing into the back of my cervix. It boiled in my womb, and I manually commanded the cleaning systems to deactivate.

I wanted his sticky cum inside of me.

I wanted Harold Conniver to feel it when he fucked me.

To feel the fruit of sex from love.

But that would be later. I would have James again.

I licked at the sweat on his neck, sliding myself off of him. I laid my arms on his shoulders and gave him a peck on the lips. His fleshy, human lips. Not as soft as my own, but they were real.

"I hope you don't plan on making me leave yet." I said, winking.