Sex the Kim-slut Way

“It goes against my role as the Bad Guy, the first time has to be a foursome,” Brian says. Then he does his Drakken-when-cranky imitation. “Or we could leave you out of it, Tom! After all, you’re going to have her at your house while we have to go back to our dorm. You’re going to be using her much more than we are.”

“That’s right!” your own brother says. “So, you don’t get to choose what Kim has to do when we’re here. She has to do what we two want!”

“Have you two come to any agreement? You have talked about your plans for her, haven’t you? You’re roommates.”

“Well...our schedules haven’t quite synced, and we couldn’t talk freely with other people around. They’d want a piece of Kim’s action, too.”

“And Brian’s been busy with Dawn. Everything rides on how well he can make love to her after he’s had his fill of sex with Kim.”

“Oh, no pressure on you, huh, Brian?” you give him a sympathetic smirk. “So what you’re really saying is you should let Kim our robo-slut decide. It has to be at least a threesome, and something creative.”

“Definitely creative,” Kim nods, removing her gloves. “Simple robots aren’t creative, right? I’m all for proving how human I feel inside.” She drops her pants. Underneath she is wearing white bikini panties with a pink heart over her clit area. But there is something under the panties. It has you thinking your robo-slut may come with a futanari feature. But it turns out to be a pad. She’s a little embarrassed when she removes both the panties and pad. Being programmed to be openly a slut, though, she strokes her wet pussy as she explains, “Even when I was human, action and adventure made me horny. Pads and tampons helped me deal with the juices.”

You groan, “I’m going to have to order them online. If you’re always wet, it’s going to cost me!”

“You don’t have to. As a robo-slut, I can do anything better than the human Kim. I’m sure there’s something in the menu of your Kim-slut phone app that lets you control how well lubed I am. And when I say “anything”, I also mean I can clean up that and your cumloads. With my tongue, if that’s what you want, instead of sexy maid service.” And she shows her willingness: She licks her pussy juices off her fingers while leveling an inviting look at you.

“Kim Possible as a maid!” Ron cries in delight at the idea. “That’s the first outfit we should order off your app, Brother!”

“Ron, you’re acting too much like the Ron in the toon,” Brian tells him. “Her pussy’s showing and it’s ready to fuck! Let’s get on with why we bought her in the first place!”

Kim ignores him and walks towards Ron seductively. She reaches out and runs a still damp hand over his chest up to his face. “You be like my Ron. I really appreciate it.” And she brings their faces closer together and kisses him. Her other hand undoes his belt. A pull and a tug on his pants, and they are down around his ankles. She leans back enough to be able to see that “You’re wearing boxers just like my Ron Stoppable. I like.”

“Does she have a fetish for boxers?” Brian asks. “Am I going to have to buy some?”

“I’m a slut. The only fetishes I have are what my owners want me to have.” Kim’s pulls the boxer’s elastic wide and takes them down. One hand directing and supporting Ron’s legs as he lifts them, she gets his pants and boxers free. She tosses the pants but keeps the boxers. She starts caressing and rubbing his cock and balls with the material in her hand.

“You’ve started without taking my pants off, too!” Brian objects. “No fair!”

Kim looks over her shoulder at him, smiling mischievously. “You’re playing the bad guy, right? Do you think the heroine would help the villain willingly?”

Brian grumbles and mumbles, and probably considers forcing her to undress him. But he wanted to get to the fucking sooner than that! He takes his own pants and briefs off.

“Remember, Brian, I get her pussy before you! I won the coin toss! Tom’s my brother!” Ron yells. But Kim’s grip on him won’t let him move behind her. “Aw, come on, Kim! Let me go so I can cum in you.”

“Mm, mm,” she shakes her head. “My choice, remember? You want our times together to be special, right?” Her tongue darts out to lap up the first of his pre-cum. Everything under the cockhead remains inside the material.

Ron shakes where stands as sparks of delight shoot up his body. “What’s so special about my boxers?! Why not use your panties!?” he cries.

She continues to lick and nibble on the tip of his cock. “Association. When you think of boxers, I want you to think of having sex with me.” Ron groaned, feeling his load rising, getting ready to burst out. Kim suddenly twisted the material and made a tourniquet to staunch any premature ejaculation. “Hurry up, ‘Drakken’,” she said, waving her ass for him. "I want to get to the acrobatic stunts!"