Assisted Science

“I’m going to masturbate with this,” she said, laying back onto the side of the tub, legs parted, knees bent. She loosened up her shoulders a bit.

“That much was obvious,” you replied. You remembered the android bartender. “Please enjoy, miss.” Isabelle smirked but didn’t take the bait.

“I want you to observe while I do. And... assist.” She was thoughtful for a moment, deciding if further elaboration was required. It seemed like it wasn’t. “Do you understand, Gus?”

You rather did, and found yourself keen to oblige. This would be a way to practically apply the theories you had recently developed after observing her dancing from earlier tonight.

“Yes, Isabelle. I do.”

===Doctor Isaac, Isabelle:

AFFECTION: 45(+1)

LUST: 5(+1)

She stopped talking then and, holding the dildo by the base with her right hand, brought it down between her legs. While you couldn’t actually feel what was occurring (the technology of the vibrator only giving you control, not feedback), watching her rub the head of it against her vagina made you… excited. You sent out a pulse as a way to perhaps show her this, and she let out a slightly sharper breath from your contribution. Isabelle’s vagina… her pussy… was a rather picture perfect thing. A textbook example, almost. Her mons was swelled right now, like split hemispheres of an overripe peach, and her delicate labia, symmetrical and pink, parted like a gently blooming flower as she pressed the fake cock’s head into her slit. (You wondered why imagery of vegetation came to mind so easily)

You spied her wetness, the same that stained her panties, stockings and that bald man’s jeans, spilling out from her pussy as she worked the synthetic thickness in. Her breathing stayed even while warmth spread through her. She seemed to be getting a feel of it first, holding barely a third of its length inside her, simply enjoying its stretching for now. After a few moments you made it pulse and another short breath puffed from her open mouth. She glanced over to your sphere, then started to fuck herself with the dildo, in a shallow way, very nearly pulling the whole thing out with each patient stroke. The sound of her wetness played prominently. The various points of contact she kept with the bathtub gave her a mixture of cooling sensations along with her rapidly heating form. It all seemed extremely pleasant, from your perspective, and Isabelle rolled her head back in quiet agreement.

She took the cock deeper as her need for literal fulfilment increased. Her free hand went to squeeze her breast. She was firm in her grip, the heat blossoming between her fingers and making her breaths shudder. More and more of the solid shaft disappeared up Isabelle’s squeezing channel with each subsequent thrust, until the fingers wrapped around its base were pressing up against her skin. Her leakage. You turned on the vibrations then and and a gasp escaped your creator’s lips. She held the shaking cock inside her for a few, thigh quivering seconds, then slowly resumed fucking herself, squelching and panting as she worked up her pace again.

“That’s good…” she told you, breathy and gently writhing, as you alternated frequency of the tremors, flowing more intensity into the head as she buried it which unconsciously encouraged her to push the cock further in.

The way heat pulsed and rippled through her slim body as she masturbated was a beautiful, telling tapestry of colours. Artwork. You were able to read in vivid details how she enjoyed each enhanced intrusion, similarly to how she reacted to the different ways she was touched on the dancefloor. She enjoyed a degree of randomness to the vibrator’s motions. Sometimes it throbbed. Sometimes it quaked. You mixed up the patterns, setting her expectations for one set of alternating speeds then switching to pulsing of growth instead. You gradually made it harder and harder as well, and the simmering of her body, sensing a sort of increasing arousal from the toy, in turn got wetter and hotter in anticipation. She tried to stay quiet, the doctor. Perhaps she was used to staying more discrete since she had to share a living space with someone else.

She bit her lip and kept the moans in her throat, but as her body began to writhe away from her conscious control she grew more and more noisome. “Ohh fuuck…” she groaned, the cock now thrusting inside of her rapidly, and almost at 96% full density. Almost the hardest you could make it. You could see the tiredness in the muscles of her working arm, the doctor still teetering on the edge and not quite there yet, her body glistening with sweat. She needed an extra push. Something to finally tip the scales. You timed your words with a hardening, throbbing growth as she shoved the dildo inside her.

“Cum for me, Izzy.”

Her eyes squeezed shut and she gritted her teeth. The bloom of heat was like a firework across her body and even you were momentarily dazzled by it. The sound of Isabelle’s orgasm was a strangely quiet cacophony only you could really appreciate. She didn’t cry out, refused to, but the wonderful strain of noise in her throat was full of need. The soft wet spurt around the still pulsing cock, her pussy’s liquid arousal almost misting onto her thighs and the bottom of the basin, were only picked up by your sensitive equipment. Even the way she writhed on the base of the tub, the short squeaking whines of her skin against it, added to the music of her climax. She came until her limbs became warm jelly and the dildo dropped from her fingers, was pushed out of her twitching cunt.

You switched off the buzzing motor of it and even the vibrator looked spent, sitting there wetly at the bottom of the bathtub and slowly shrinking to its default size. When you focused your attention back onto the Doctor’s face, she was smiling at your orb, eyes half lidded.

===Doctor Isaac, Isabelle:

AFFECTION: 48(+3)

LUST: 10(+5)

“You learn quickly,” said the Doctor, at the tail end of catching her breath now. She sat up a bit and sighed, profoundly satisfied.

“Learning is my primary subroutine,” you said. She sat up closer to her knees then, head now level with the soap hold you sat upon.

“Good. I have a lot to teach you, Gus.” She kissed the side of your orb.