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Chapter 8
by TMJ2008
No matter how far into the future humanity may go, the age old question of where to blow your load remains. So synthetic cream pie or robo-facial time?
Chrome and cum. My favorite combination!
As much as you enjoy being deep inside Evie's tight synthetic pussy, there's something infinitely appealing about the idea of staining her smooth, shining chrome skin with the color of your cum. It turns you on to no end and inspires even more passion and lust within you, giving you the strength of will you need to pound your cock into your robotic slut a few more times to rattle her silvery chassis and wring a few more warbling moans from her until you finally feel you can't hold back anymore.
You let out a guttural moan as you pull out of Evie's pussy, her synthetic inner walls pulsing and pulling at you as though trying to keep you inside even as you wrench yourself free. You grasp your cock and give it a few fast pumps as you feel your climax fast approaching. You quickly position yourself atop Evie on the bed, your knees on either side of her torso and your cock bobbing above her shining bosom as you stroke yourself to completion. You give a harsh cry and the first spurt of hot, thick cum shoots from your throbbing cock, falling onto her shining, silvery cheeks and staining them in your color. You're not nearly done though, cumming hard and long as you paint her face and breasts with your seed, her parted lips sticky with your cum and the blue lit lenses of her eyes dimmed as they shine through a coat of your semen.
By the time you're finished, you have given her chrome face and chest a generous coating and you fall to the bed beside her, panting and sweating as pleasure continues to tingle through you. Evie moans and pants beside you, the panting an affectation as she actually doesn't need to breathe. You feel more than see her move her arm and look over in time to see her scoop up some of your cum from her chest and bring the dollop of your cream up to her full lips. She sucks her own finger clean of your spunk as her eyes blink and waver, giving the illusion of fluttering in pleasure at the taste of you.
"Oh, Captain Halloway. You've cum so much for me. Mmmm. It's so hot on my chassis.", she purrs as she continues to gather up your cum from her body and suck it down as though it were a treat for her, "So good. So very gooood."
You can only smile blearily as you place an arm upon your brow and look up at the ceiling. For a droid, Evie's a damn good lay. Hell, she's a damn good lay for any species. Worth every credit you spent, no doubt about it.
So relaxed and satisfied do you feel that you eventually drift off to sleep, lulled into slumber by the softness of the bed and the rhythmic slurping sounds from Evie as she continues to swallow down your cum even as you drift off.
Some time passes...
You don't know how long you sleep for, but your awakening comes rather abruptly as you snap to wakefulness from the sound of a gunshot from downstairs. You sit up in bed instantly, rolling off of the plush mattress and to the floor beside it in a crouch without hesitation. Your hand goes for your hip where you usually wear a sidearm for just such occasions, but your palm slaps against nothing but bare skin and you remember where you are and what you were doing before you fell asleep that would explain why you're bare-ass naked.
You look around the room quickly, noticing that Evie is gone and that your clothes and belongings have been placed neatly on a chair next to the bed. You send a silent thanks to the droid for that as you quickly dress and make sure all of your belongings are there (because you don't put it past even a pleasure-droid to rob you blind if you're not careful). Luckily, all of your things are there, including your pistol and your hold-out blaster. The pistol is a ballistic sort, old-fashioned in that it shoots metal slugs instead of energy. Of course, your is modified for maximum penetration and stopping power while maintaining speed and lightness. It cost you a hefty sum, but it's saved your ass enough times to be worth every credit. Your hold out blaster is a standard energy bolt type, though the small size of it means it only has enough capacity for six shots before it would need to be recharged.
You suit up and equip yourself...and then stop before heading out of the room. You consider your options. Whatever is happening downstairs hasn't reached the upper floors yet and you might be able to wait it out if you hide out up here. After all, it might not be any of your business what happens here. You don't necessarily have to stick your neck out for a bunch of prostitutes on a shady moon.
But, then again, you like these particular prostitutes and this particular shady moon. Both have been good to you over the years and you don't necessarily want to turn your back on them. Even if playing hero isn't your style, that doesn't mean you can hide up here like a coward...can you?
Time to nut up or shut up! Which do you choose?
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