Kylan satisfies Joy by leaving her to Bradley

I smile up at Kylan’s question, vowing not to make a scene. Do I want to have sex with Kylan? No. He’s not a monster or anything, but he’s just another man in a long line of men that I’ve known carnally, and I’d rather not add to that list. Not to mention that I’d be in the opposite position of leading the sexual escapade considering Kylan’s inexperience. And then there’s the whole weird Oedipus Complex idea of having sex with the son of my fiancé. But here, in this place and this time, this is considered normal. And while it’s not what I want, it’s better than being the subject of a gang bang party.

Standing up I put my hand on my hip and cock it out, in a hopefully sexy manner. “Kylan, you’re right. I haven’t had any time to satisfy my own urges. I’m glad you had a good time, but it’s time for me. I guess we can…”

Kylan interrupts me by taking my free hand, bringing it up to his lips, and giving it a kiss. “Then that’s all I need to know. Dad told me that you lean more toward monogamy, so I don’t want to get in the way of Dad taking care of you.” After giving my hand another kiss, he looks to Bradley and continues, “Dad, you remember Danny? My friend that became an adult late last year? He’s having a party downtown. I’ll be there and probably stay the night.”

Kylan lets go of my hand and walks confidently out of the house, leaving Bradley and me alone.

Turning to Bradley, I raise my eyebrows in surprise before moving over and sitting down in his lap. Once his arms are around me and I can rest my head on his shoulder I say, “Not that I’m going to complain, but that was awfully nice and considerate of Kylan. Did you do that?”

Bradley holds me close and plants a kiss on the top of my head as he says, “I just told him that you weren’t like most women here and that he should give you an option. When he asked what made you different, I told him how you weren’t excited about sexual relations with multiple men and preferred just having me. The rest was on him and I’m proud of him.”

I pull Bradley’s face to mine and engage him in kissing and cuddling and playful touching. When I’m mewling and melting under his attention and I can feel his hardness underneath me, Bradley picks me up in his arms, carries me into the bedroom, and lays me gently on the bed. Once we’re both undressed, we spend the next hour or so making love. Sometimes I’m guiding our actions, sometimes Bradley is doing so, but either way we both thoroughly enjoy ourselves. I have many orgasms myself and get Bradley to cum twice. Once in my mouth shortly after we begin and culminating the evening as we orgasmed together with him deep in my pussy.

When I wake up it takes me a moment to realize where I am and what’s going on. I’m growing used to waking up with Bradley beside me, but each time before this I’ve been lying on him, he’s been cuddled close behind me, or we’ve had our arms interweaved as we laid face to face. This position, however, is new. I’m lying on my right side, my right arm under Bradley’s waist. My left is draped over him with my hand casually gripping his butt cheek. Bradley’s hand is laying on my head and I can feel his fingers intertwined with my hair. And of course, right in front of my eyes, morning hard with a drop of pre-cum on it’s tip, is Bradley’s cock.

I know there’s sleepwalking and I’ve heard of cases of sleep intercourse. But are there cases of sleep fellatio?

Regardless, I know how much he’s enjoyed waking up to feeling my lips wrapped around him, so I lean forward and gently, letting him sleep as much as possible, take him in my mouth and start to suckle on my fiancé. As I gently bob back and forth on his thickness, I realize just how far I’ve come. There was no clear line between my hating giving oral pleasure to men, even Bradley, and me enjoying it. Instead, it seemed like a long line of small changes. Hating it and either having to be physically or mentally **** into the act. Being able to tolerate it and doing it to maintain some level of disguise and normality. Doing it in as a method of pleasing the one I’m with, wanting him to receive pleasure even if it’s through an act that I disliked. Getting good enough that I feel a little swell of pride at being good and pleasing my man through my actions and not simply being a wet hole for their cock to land.

And now? Now, while it kills me to admit it, even admitting it just to myself, I can honestly say that I enjoy the act. I have no idea what this will mean when I get my masculine body back or when I get back to my own time. I’ve always been open to the LGBTQ community and considered myself an ally. Now, I might end up being a more intimate part of that community as I’m not sure I could give up this pleasurable activity. I still crave women, but I can’t lie and say that I don’t also crave cock.

My internal rumblings are interrupted when I feel Bradley’s hand grip my head a little more forcibly and hear his sigh of pleasure from above me. We’re both getting into each other’s grooves, and I can feel just the bit of stress under my hand. Knowing that means he’d rather be in control, but is ceding that decision to me, I loosen up my neck, grip his butt cheek tighter, and moan around his girth. Recognizing my own signs of giving up control, Bradley takes over and starts guiding me up and down his length. He keeps it slow and casual and doesn’t **** himself into my throat, which I appreciate. Instead, I just luxuriate in pleasing him, feeling the sheet above me and appreciating it blocking most of the light and leaving me in a hazy darkness filled with Bradley’s body heat, both our sex smells, and the flavor of both our previous night’s love making on his shaft.

When Bradley can’t hold back any longer, I happily swallow away his seed before he slides the sheet away, pulls me up, and gives me a good morning kiss. After I scream out my shower orgasm delivered by Bradley’s tongue and find myself on my knees, giving him another round of head, I wonder if this is how Bradley’s previous marriage had gone. Or if thinks this is how our marriage would go, if I were staying long enough to get married. In my previous life, if I got either a good morning blowjob in bed or a morning BJ in the shower once a month, I’d have considered myself the luckiest man in California. But this average construction worker in future Chicago gets to have both wake up and shower head EVERY morning. I find the whole idea of him not only getting such luxurious sexual treatment, but me serving it to him as his wife to be so funny that after I finish him in my throat, I can’t stop giggling and laughing.

Once I’m dressed and ready for work, I make my way to the kitchen and happily join Bradley at the table while Sterling works on our French toast. I see an odd look in Bradley’s eyes and ask “Does it bother you? Seeing a man serving in the kitchen?”

Bradley considers my question for a moment before answering, “My mind still seeks tradition, and having a man cook when a woman is present is just a little off putting to me. But Sterling is a robot and not a man and I’ll get used to it.”

When I ask if we can change Sterling to be a female robot, it’s more out of honest curiosity rather than any thought I’d have the time to see such a change come true. Bradley’s answer is fascinating though, and I’m again reminded just how outside of the normal ‘woman’ I am here. “Well certainly. Having a male robot is just as rare as having a woman. They’re only really used for women as most men would rather have a female robot for their own sexual desires. But that wouldn’t help you when you seek something beyond me.”

I nod at Bradley’s answer and sit back as Sterling sets down our plates of French toast and a cup of berry compote. After I’ve set up my breakfast and have a few forkfuls in me I voice my thought, again following my curiosity on this society’s level of consideration. “I get why most women would want a male robot and why most men would want a female robot. But what about married couples? Do some just have two robots, one for each? That has to be expensive as well as wasteful. What about a single robot that could satisfy both?” I take another bite and feel my nipples start to grow hard as I follow this thought to its logical conclusion. “What about a robot that looks female, but has a penis and scrotum? The wife could get all the sexual release she needs, orally, vaginally, and anally, while the husband could get oral and anal pleasure from the robot. Meanwhile in her everyday tasks, the robot would look more like the standard housewife. Wouldn’t that work?”

I see Bradley slowly working through what I mentioned and have to guess that it’s either never been considered or is something rare indeed. When he’s finished and pushes his plate away, I follow suit, leaving half of my breakfast un-eaten. His answer is fully thought out and surprisingly open minded. “I’m sure they could manufacture such a robot and probably could program it for the odd combination. But most women seek masculinity in their sexual partners, not just masculine genitalia. I mean, if you’re being particularly bratty would you feel satisfied if a woman pushed you down to your knees and stuffed her cock in your mouth? Or would it feel better with a man doing that to you? And before you answer, I understand YOU might not follow the norm, but I think even you can admit that most, if not all, other women don’t desire to be sexually topped by a dick owning female robot.”

I put my hand up in front of my mouth and giggled, nodding at Bradley’s response as he nailed it. While I would probably get a lot more satisfaction from a woman robot sexual servant and might enjoy seeing a woman working around the house rather than a man, this society just isn’t set up that way. Before I can voice my agreement, Bradley stands up and smiles playfully at me. After unzipping his pants and pushing them to the floor he demonstrates to me just what he means by pushing me down to my knees and stuffing his cock into my mouth. My third load of his cum, once delivered to my belly and along with the French toast, serves to fill me up perfectly for breakfast.

When we’re finished and Bradley has his pants back up, he guides me into the living room and toward the mirror. I consider telling him I’d like to be done with the intimate lessons as I feel they’ve completed their usefulness, but as I re-consider I realize I’m probably nowhere near as good at deep throating as most women in this society. Plus I’m dealing with a man who had a long relationship with a woman. If anybody could judge my deep throating ability, it would be Bradley. Besides, I decided it’s not worth rocking the boat. I probably could get him to drop it just by asking, but why make our time together any stranger for Bradley when I’m hoping to get it to end before we even plan our marriage, let along actually get married? I can suffer through this a few more times.

When I’m undressed down to my pantyhose, panties, and heels, my eyes widen in surprise when I see Bradley attaching a new dildo to the mirror. I hate that I can identify it with only a short glance, but I immediately know the shape and texture and length of this new dildo. It’s an exact replica of Bradley’s own cock.

He positions everything else the same as before, including the chin counter and the collar spring. I see him set the goal number in the counter to 150 as opposed to 100 and note that both the depth and length of holding it is longer than before, but before I can voice any protest or question Bradley pushes me onto the dildo and attaches the spring to my collar.

I immediately lot out a long moan and find Bradley in the mirror as the spring ensures I continue to bob to and fro on the dildo. His smile lets me know that what I noticed wasn’t an accident. “That’s right Joy, I got them to add a flavor. They’re really good and can do anything from simple fruit or candy flavors to this more complex combination of both mine and your flavors after sex. If they got it right, it should taste just like giving me head after we’ve had sex.”

Bradley’s hand comes down to stroke my hair, and after a moment, pushes my head forward until my nose is pressed against a patch of pubic hair that feels very much like his own. While he holds me there, I can see the looks of both arousal and sexual dominance that Bradley can get. “The training aide is quite expensive, especially when it’s kitted out with all the bells and whistles, but it’s worth it for my future wife. When we’re done with your training, we can even have it attached to Sterling. At the very least, I trust it will help you enjoy the rest of your training!”

When Bradley lets go, I pull back enough to take a deep breath and start back on the rhythm, not having the ability to share my thoughts with Bradley. And honestly, I’m not sure I’d be able to share my thoughts anyway. It’s certainly better than spending an hour on my knees in the morning tasting nothing but plastic, but I was having trouble getting aroused from watching myself giving head for that long before. Now I get to watch myself give head while tasting…

My thoughts immediately stop as I feel the dildo swell in my mouth. Before I can wonder how it works, I feel it start to shoot cum. I choose to strain my neck and hold back as I swallow down all of its deposited cum. The cum, thankfully doesn’t taste like Bradley’s, but it’s just as warm and sticky and realistic as Sterling’s. It must be stored in the scrotal sac as I even saw it tense up just like Sterling would as he cums.

When it’s finished, I resume my spring actuated deep throating lesson, realizing that it’s now far worse than ever. I’m going to spend at least an hour on my knees, hands bound behind my back, spring making me continue to blow a cock that will cum at random times and that tastes like my fiancé’s cock after we’ve had sex. All the while I’ll be watching my own admittedly sexy face going up and down an incredibly realistic looking cock.

Yeah, I’m sure I’m going to be beyond horny once I’m done with this morning’s lesson.