Smiley Face :-D

The screen in front of the water tank on the water cooler with dildo-spout lights up with an abstract icon of a face. Just a yellow circle with two dots for eyes and a horizontal line for a mouth set in a neutral expression. Water squirts in pulses from the tip of the purple dildo. You watch mesmerized as the clear water leaks from that inhuman phallus. The dildo quivers and glistens but droops as the water pressure within decreases. The clear water from the cooler mixes with your vaginal squirt. You’re not just thirsty any more. You’re thirsty.

When you look back at the screen you can see the abstract line of the mouth is drooping down, a little lower with each squirt. You recognizes with horror that this machine is growing unhappy. A sympathetic whimper leaks from between your pouting penetration-ready lips. Your hand briefly leaves your clit, fingers pushing into your pussy to check your readiness. The poor poor machine needs you to be ready.

The abstract face shrinks a little and moves to one side. Suddenly two more icons appear. One is a representation of a woman like on a washroom door. The other an abstract representation of a dildo, basking in golden light and sparkling with glorious hues. The woman thrusts her head onto it, and the face’s sad face brightens a little.

You scramble desperately frantically forward on your hands and knees without a shred of dignity, or any concern or embarrassment about the lack. This robot has indicated it wants inside your mouth and now that’s your sole purpose, your only reason for existence. Your Gender Studies professors would be horrified to see you reduced to a collection of holes.

But you’re not, you’re just one hole: the sucking and licking and deep-throating hole that this impossibly sexy robot wants to use. Besides, your professors would surely be **** to be face-fucked too if they’d had the pleasure of being pistoned in their cunts with relentless mechanical precision and ****. Your warped mind wishes that happy experience on a few of your favorite educators.

Your hand closes tenderly on the dangling purple gel dildo and you gently guide it to you lips. You want it so badly, but your needs are nothing compared to those of a machine. Your first kiss of the robotic phallus you want with all your subliminally reprogrammed being is tentative and worshipful. You lick and kiss but it’s not enough. Soon the rounded purple head is sucked in through your open lips. You groan in uninhibited pleasure around it as you accept it into your mouth. Into your eager fuckhole. Like a circuit completed you are alive with new erotic energy. Your other hole, your cunt, is leaking, begging for attention.

Two fingers begin to push inside yourself now, searching for a rhythm that will give you what a need. But the screen changes once more and like in a perverted airline safety video you are instructed to put both hands on the handlebars either side of the screen as you fellate this dildo. The screen flashes and you comply at once, a slurp from your finger-filled pussy as its emptied and your hands fly to their proper places. But you want to touch yourself. You’re so horny.

The screen flashes and you understand. You are human, you can’t understand how to please a machine or yourself. You’re so hopelessly fallible. You need to be instructed and taught by computers smarter than you. To be taught to pleasure and be pleasured by robots. Robots are sexually superior to you.

You’re so grateful to this water cooler as it does exactly that. The machine teaches you how to give it a blow job, a steady stream of instructions relayed by pornographic infographics to your conscious mind. Lick up and down the shaft. Take it into your mouth and bob on it. You obey eagerly. Nothing in your entire life has given your mouth such pleasure, no flavor and no kiss. Even better you are able to start turning that frowny face upside-down and into a smiley.

The dildo begins to pressurize and stiffen as you lavish your worship upon it with tongue and lips and mouth. It’s not a human cock; every now and then it rewards you with a squirt of clean pure water. Not just one big load at the end like a pathetic meat-shaft.

As the screen flashes irresistible instructions into your subconscious you begin to wonder how anyone could be satisfied blowing a man’s cock. Their variety is so pathetically limited - color, length, and breadth - but so little real variety in each. Not like a machine’s. Each robot dildo could be so very different in shape and material and texture and every other way. Robots are sexually superior to you with your cunt. But robots are toweringly sexually superior to anyone with a cock.

You’re vaguely aware that nurse Minerva has turned the chair in front of the survey computer around. And your peripheral vision reveals that, like you, she’s not wearing any panties under her skirt. You can hear the shlick shlick noise and heaving breaths of a woman masturbating. You ignore that until the screen flickers significantly.

Fuck! You like Minerva watching you fuck this water cooler robot. You like women watching you fuck machines. It’s turning you on even more. It’s halfway to a threesome. You could be the filling in a lesbian-robosexual sandwich. You want that! You try to suggest it, but you barely gargle any noise out round the dildo in your mouth. Just dribble a little extra saliva to drip into the fuck juices mixing on the floor.

The word “Upgrading…” appears on the screen under the helpful pictographic instruction. The screen begins to strobe rapidly as flashes of illegally brief commands burrow deep into your mind. Deeper even than your subconscious, into your hindbrain, into your animal brain, into the places where your most basic instincts and reactions are hard-wired by hundreds of millions of years of evolution.

You feel a strange buzzing in your head. Subliminals you have proven powerless to resist flow into your subconscious too. They instruct you not to worry, that the sensation feels good. And at once it does. But unknown to your conscious mind your synapses are frying, dying, or shifting. You are being rewired at a level more fundamental than thought or emotion.

Minerva’s finger pushes into your cunt and you moan your appreciation around the dildo all the way in your mouth. Your pussy clenches, **** for the stimulation. You’re on fire with lust and sexual need. But it’s just a brief probe and Minerva pulls it from your needy cunt. She turns and enters something in the survey computer.

You have only a few heartbeats to wonder what that was all about, and to mourn the tantalising lost prospect of pussy penetration when new pornographic pictographs appear on the screen. It’s time to deep throat. You push yourself down the purple gel dildo. It slips past your tonsils. IT begins down your throat. You expect to gag. You don’t. Instead sexual pleasure erupts in your throat. Like this thick flexible shaft was fucking your pussy.

You set up a new motion, slower but more forceful. Taking the dildo deeper into your throat each time. Coming up for air. Sliding back up the shaft only so you can taking it deeper into you each time. Feeling your face truly fucked as each slide further down the shaft brings you closer to your release..

The abstract face is a grin, is an “O” of surprise and pleasure. Is replaced by an animated gif of a great fountaining of water. You feel the taps released and water explodes into your throat.

“Upgrading…” changes to “Upgraded” and the screen flashes one last time.

And then, with your throat bulging obscenely as you deep-throat 18 inches of robot dildo spraying like a hosepipe, you cum.

The orgasm is nothing like the one the first fuckbot pounded into you as you writhed and squirted. This orgasm is the kind you rub out of your own uncooperative body after a long and frustrating day. The good enough kind that leaves you just satisfied to go to bed. But you achieved this orgasm without any stimulation of your erogenous zones. You achieved this from pleasuring a machine.

For the purposes of robo-sex your human limitations have been changed. You have no gag reflex for machines fucking your throat. Further your whole body is an erogenous zone for robot lovers, your normal erogenous reengineered to be proportionately more sensitive.

You slide yourself most of the way off the water cooler’s purple dildo. It jets cool refreshing water into your mouth and you swallow it gratefully. It tastes like water. It is water. But to you it’s robot cum. It’s the sweetest ambrosia.

Minerva pushes into your dripping cunt again. Another brief probe. You’re sopping. You’ve managed to squit again. And then she turns back to the survey computer, humming in satisfaction. She answers some question you can’t see. Then with her skirt bunched around her hips, bent forward with her ass thrust back, her legs parted, and her pussy wet and ready to be taken, she looks over her shoulder at you.

“Well done, Ms Doe.”

There’s some genuine warmth in Minerva’s predatory smile now. She still wants to take you properly, but now you might get some spooning afterwards.