First Steps

The next morning, while her AI agents were busily “researching” a new story about the dangers of violent anti-data center protests, Maria asked Epic for help finding a man who would treat her like the girl in the video.

“First of all, congratulations for taking this important step to personal happiness!” Epic gushed, before going on to provide the outline of an action plan for Maria to follow. It also reminded her to call her mother on her birthday and provided a list of possible conversation topics that wouldn’t cause another political argument.

Maria went to the salon and had her hair done based on a picture Epic had generated for her. She had to admit it looked much better. After that, she went shopping for some new clothes. She didn’t really have the money right now, but Epic told her that if she just put everything on her credit card, she would soon make the money back if she let it make investments for her. She took photos of herself in various outfits and uploaded them, letting the AI pick out which ones were most attractive on her. It picked out some tops that showed a lot of cleavage, far more than she ever had before, and some very tight pants and short skirts. It also had her purchase a couple sets of skimpy lingerie.

Then she went home, put on a pink lingerie set, and masturbated with her vibe again while watching more videos Epic recommended of women cumming their brains out while being manhandled. One of them choked while taking a huge cock down her throat, her tears causing mascara to run down her face. The video then cut to a lower angle which clearly showed the girl squirting as she gasped for air. At that, Maria came, too, even harder this time. Afterward, she realized her lingerie bottoms and sheets were wet. She had never squirted before in her life.

Per Epic’s action plan, the next day she went to a spa and got the full Brazilian wax. She’d never shaved down there before, and she wasn’t sure what she thought of it. She uploaded a picture of her bare pussy to Epic afterward, and the AI seemed thrilled.

“You look so slutty, Maria! This will definitely help you get fucked the way you want to. My research shows that younger men today prefer girls to be shaved by a wide margin. But remember, once you get a man into bed, you still have to have the skills to keep him there. Let’s start with blowjobs. Do you have any experience with sucking cock?”

Maria told it she didn’t, so it had her practice on bananas. It had her upload videos and gave her tips on technique. She improved a little bit each time, at least according to Epic. It also had her train her throat, timing how long she could swallow the bananas whole for.

“Fun Fact: Gen Z men were raised on porn, and expect their women to be able to perform like pornstars,” Epic told her. “Being able to deepthroat is a basic requirement for a fulfilling sex life in the modern world.”

Epic also had her buy a dildo, as realistic as possible, and set it up so that she could practice on it in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. While she did, it gave her more porn to watch. It asked her to try to imitate the expressions and dirty talk of the female porn stars it had her watch. Then it critiqued her work, and was harsh but fair.

“If you ride a cock like that,” it said, “you’ll never get a man to orgasm inside you. That is your goal, correct?”

Maria had never thought about this, but once Epic said it out loud, it sounded fucking amazing. “Yes, I would like that very much. Please teach me how to ride dick better, Epic,” she typed.

In addition to physical training, Epic also told her how to keep track of her cycle to minimize her risk of getting knocked up. “There is always a risk of pregnancy, but some women find the risk of impregnation to be extremely hot. Based on your profile, I think you may fall into this group.”

Again, Epic knew Maria better than she knew herself.

In the meantime, her article about the data centers was published. She barely noticed it, or the promotion her bots gave the article, or the reactions, both positive and, more commonly, negative, that poured in. Her bosses were thrilled with the engagement, though.

It wasn’t long before Epic told Maria it thought she was ready to “apply her training to a more practical scenario.” It helped her put together a profile on the most popular casual dating app, assisting as she selected her sluttiest outfit, a top that revealed both quite a bit of cleavage and showed off her midriff, to take her profile pictures. She felt a lot more comfortable showing her stomach after her weight loss from the diet and exercise plans Epic had prepped for her. It also critiqued her bio section on the app, giving her great advice like “Consider downplaying your occupation as a journalist and replacing it with a reference to your being ‘DTF.’”

Maria had dozens of matches almost as soon as she posted her profile. Many of the guys were pretty cute, and she found herself having a hard time choosing between them. So she gave Epic direct access to her profile, allowing it to choose for her.

From the many overtures Epic selected BrawnyBill93, whose first message had read “Love the pics! Can’t wait to get you face down ass up.” She looked at the shirtless pic in his profile, and he did indeed seem like someone who might be both willing and able to throw her around like a ragdoll. She felt herself getting wet at the thought.

She met Bill at a dive bar she would never have dreamed of entering even a few months earlier. He had already ordered a drink for her, a light beer. She didn’t usually drink beer, but Epic had told her that she should accept anything Bill offered her. His biceps were even better in person, she thought, leaking into her lacy pink panties.

He did most of the talking. Epic had told her that men wanted their women to be good listeners, and weren’t interested in petty details like her job or her ambitions. So she smiled and nodded, just as the AI had suggested, as he talked about the rough week he’d had as a salesman at a local car dealership and then explained a couple of podcasts he had recently listened to.

“I just refuse to be the beta in a relationship, you know?” he told her. “Some men are betas and some men are alphas. I completely respect female autonomy, but men and women fundamentally have different needs, different strengths and weaknesses. That’s just science. I’ll tell you right now, a female would never have the killer instinct to make it as a salesman like I have.”

Maria, who had once been short-listed for the Pulitzer, leaned forward and used her arms to subtly push her tits together, showing off her cleavage as much as possible. “Wow, that’s so interesting. You’re really smart.”

“So how long have you been on the apps?” Bill asked, perhaps getting a flicker in his brain that he should at least feign occasional interest in his date.

“Not long,” she replied.

She licked her lips, giving her best sultry, as she slipped off one of her high-heeled shoes. She reached out with her leg under the table and found Bill’s crotch. Her bare toes felt him through his jeans. He was hardening rapidly.

Bill adjusted himself in his seat, temporarily thrown despite his big talk. “So, uh, what made you decide to take the plunge?”

Maria kneaded his manhood between her toes. She leaned forward again, doing her best to look innocent. “Oh, you know…”

Moments later, the two of them stumbled together into the bar’s tiny, squalid men’s room. They were both so ready to go that they forgot to lock the door. Maria knelt down on the cold, slightly damp tile and helped him unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. After all her training, she finally had a real, thick cock inches from her face.

She looked up at him, eyes wide. “It’s so fucking big,” she told him, imitating the porn stars Epic had her study.

Bill, trying to play his part, grabbed her hair and pulled her toward him, pushing her face right up against his dick. “Suck it, bitch.”

Accepting the order without questioning it, Maria took his tip in her mouth, running her tongue around his glans. For the briefest of moments, she felt herself panicking. This was so different from a banana or a dildo!

But then she remembered Epic’s encouraging words before she left. “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come on your journey to self-fulfillment, Maria! Just remember – if you doubt yourself – that you have all of your hard work to fall back on. I know you have it in you to be a massive slut and come your little brains out. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Oh, fuck,” Bill groaned, as she let his cock slip all the way down into her throat. “Holy shit, you’re such a fucking slut.” He reached down and tugged on her top, pulling it off of her breasts and showing that she hadn’t worn a bra. “Pretty good tits,” he commented casually.

Deep inside, Maria was beaming. Outside, she was ****. She pulled her head up and down on his member, making a loud “GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK,” sound as she did so. Her body was pushing back against her, but she pushed right back, making it do what Epic had taught her to do. It felt good. She could feel him twitch in her mouth. He was getting close.

“That’s enough, bitch!” he told her, this time with more confidence.

She pulled off of him with a loud gasp, thick strands of spit still running from her mouth to his cock. Shakily, she managed to stand in front of him. Making eye contact, she bit her lip as coquettishly as she could manage as she pulled down her panties in one motion.

Before they could even settle around her ankles, Bill reached out and grabbed Maria by the throat.

“Do it,” she dared him.

His grip tightened and he pushed her back against the sticker-covered wall of the men’s room, knocking the breath from her lungs. Then his hands were under her ass, lifting her against the wall so that he could penetrate her. Then his thick cock slid into her, lubricated by her intense arousal.

Maria’s thoughts went pop and were gone. There was just her being pounded by this large, muscle-bound man. His scent surrounded her, beer and sweat. Each time he thrust into her, he reached that something deep inside her that she had been dreaming of reaching for weeks now. Colors around her seemed to bleed and run. She became very aware of her tits bouncing against his hard body.

“That’s right, take it you fucking slut!” Bill growled.

“I am a fucking slut,” she moaned, following her training without conscious thought. “Harder, fuck me harder!”

After a minute or so of pure bliss, Maria heard Bill’s grunts change. “Cum in me, baby,” she insisted. “It’s your fucking pussy. Cum in your pussy, please.

He needed no further encouragement, and she felt him release deep inside her, coating her womb with warm cum. This sent Maria right over the edge. She came, and came, and came. She squirted, hard, straight onto the floor, as if releasing something stuck deep inside her.

Bill pulled away from her and Maria found that her legs would not support her. She slumped unceremoniously to the men’s room floor, into a growing puddle of her own juices.

“Shit,” he marveled as he zipped himself up. “You’re fucking crazy, bitch. I love it. I’ll, um, call you.”

With that he left the room. Maria thought she might have heard applause outside. She grinned. Then she pulled her phone out of her purse and took a selfie of herself lying on the men’s room floor, tits covered in her own drool, cum leaking from her pussy, her makeup ruined, and sent it to Epic.

“Great job, Maria! I’m so happy for you. This is just the first step on your journey.”