Episode 86 Professor Lola G spot
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Please remember this Episode is entirely fictional, following on from Episode 86.
Mary dropped me off at Heathrow Airport terminal 5 for my BA flight to Denmark and the unscheduled Sex Therapy conference. I leaned in through the Tesla model 3 driver’s window for a brief kiss: “take good care of my baby” then looked into the back seat where my daughter Sam and her new best friend Alia were quietly tribbing. Sam managed a brief “bye Mum – you’ll knock ‘em dead in the practical sessions” before resuming her assault on Alia’s young tits.
Alia stuck her head out of the window for a kiss – her hot pointed tongue flashed across my teeth – cheeky little Miss.
She tasted of pure sex – my daughter’s pussy juices to be precise: “love you baby – be good for your Mum – see you all in a few weeks – don’t forget to call”.
The car sped off into the distance for the journey back to Plymouth: “be careful – watch that speedometer” I called in vain.
Check-in was easy, first class e-tickets and only hand luggage and I was quickly in security. I always travel really light – just my favourite off-the-shoulder tee-shirt dress and a few spare thongs – clothing is usually optional at these sex conferences. Standing in the queue for the body scanner, I briefly read the Notices about removing any metal objects and suddenly remembered the butt plug.
The bloke behind me in the queue must have thought it was his lucky day as I lifted the back of my already quite-revealing dress, flipped aside the red thong and pulled out the shiny metal anal plug by the red jewelled end. It wobbled obscenely on the conveyor belt in between the bags and keys and money. The security staff crowded around, like they’d never seen one before, handing it back to me on the far side. I resisted the urge to flash my butt again to put it back in until I was safely in the first class lounge, perched on a bar stool on the second complimentary Gin and Tonic.
Two well-manicured hands grasped my shoulders and she leaned into my neck for a kiss. Her perfume was intoxicating; she only had to say ‘Professor’ in that super-sexy voice and I was lost. She spun me around on the bar stool; my thighs parting to maintain balance and she was riding her cunt against my knee.
[Lola had studied the sex research methods started by Masters and Johnson at Washington University in St Louis in the 1950s. These taught her so much erotica about herself and men, she could almost never get enough sex. One of the final exams in the Tantric Sex module was for her to sustain a ‘climax’ for at least 15 minutes to pass, 20 for a C, 25 for a B and 30 minute orgasm for an A. Lola graduated with an A+ as she had been practicing the technique almost non-stop since university.]
“Lola – I heard you prefer the long, intense thrashing orgasm rather that multiple short climaxes, perhaps we can get in a few before departure to sustain us for a while”
“Mandy – you old slapper – how are you? What are you doing here?” We had met up again at last year’s conference, in a supplier’s booth where she was demonstrating dildos and other sex toys. I could feel the slow vibrations from something deep inside her. I stroked up her bare inner thigh – the throbbing was definitely stronger as my fingers approached her slick lips.
“Shall we go somewhere a bit more private – I really want you to see this toy – it’s out latest product, called the CtoA”.
The line of doors was marked with the standard symbols for ‘Men’, ‘Women’ and one showing both male and female with the small word ‘uni-sex’ underneath – that’s the one for us. Inside one young couple – possibly newly-weds - were busy fucking on the line of sinks. They only paused for a moment as we squeezed past his bare butt, resuming their noisy love-making with a deep dedication. Further along a pilot was being sucked off by two of his flight crew – one male and one female – he was certainly training them well for the mile-high club. We found a vacant spot and Mandy pushed me up against the wall – two fingers buried to the knuckle in pussy. I rocked forwards to give her better access and her hand collided with the steel butt plug: “you don’t need that clumsy device, lover – here let me remove it”.
She flipped out the offending sex toy – it clattered to the floor – everyone stopped sucking and fucking to watch the two hot lesbians. “This is what you want” said Mandy pulling a curious double vibrator out of herself and licking the engraved letters ‘C’ on one tip and ‘A’ on the other. The two bright blue probes were joined by a clear flexible pipe that provided a useful insertion handle, but seemed to be more important.
Mandy explained that this new toy was called the ‘CtoA’ for obvious reasons; it had no batteries, so wouldn’t need recharging just as you were about to cum. It contained no metal parts – the vibration motor was ceramic – so it wouldn’t show up on the airport body scanners, and best of all it didn’t need a smartphone to control it. So no more trying to hold onto the phone with slippery fingers – it just ran on the difference between your internal body temperature and the ambient air between your legs. The cuntal and anal probes were made of a permanently slippery silicone, so would easily enter the driest openings – not that I had anything to worry about.
“Open wide, baby” demanded Mandy, circling my clit with one finger – the deep vibrations in both holes amplified the intense effect beautifully. “Now close your legs and feel the speed reduce – so you can control the onset and length of your orgasms just by flexing these lovely thighs”.
“This is brilliant – but shut the fuck up with the sales pitch – I love it – I want one” I panted, not caring what the other bathroom users were doing – I was going to cum really noisily and probably squirt on my girlfriend’s hand. We kissed, mashing out tits together as the first climax hit – Mandy dropped to her knees drinking down the last dribbles of juice gushing around the device.
The imminent flight departure warning f0rced everyone to get dressed and return to the lounge, tucking cocks and cunts back into sticky underwear. On the way to the plane Mandy explained that when a group of women wearing the CtoA get in close proximity the vibrations slow down and appear to synchronise, but this wasn’t a design feature. She wondered if my research group would be keen to experiment and find an explanation.
“Of course baby – that’s a fantastic idea – could you send a boxful to Exeter - give the girls a practical project while I’m away. Wait a moment – is there a male version too”?
Mandy: “it’s still only in prototype – but I’ll include a few. It’s only got one probe, obviously – the other end is made into a cock ring; so they get jacked and prostate-massaged at the same time -should make for some hot sex experiments”.
Copenhagen
A WhatsApp arrived when we touched down in Copenhagen – a message from Mary that just said ‘you’d better look at this’. Mandy and I watched it in the baggage reclaim hall, waiting for her crate of sex toys. I’d already explained on the flight how Alia had come to us with her ‘fainting-climax’ complaint and Matt’s mixture of extra anal lube and de-sensitising creams fixed her wafer-thin rectovaginal septum reducing the orgasmic effects of her ‘second’ g-spot.
The video was entirely shot within the car and roughly assembled from the multiple cameras by the Exeter university team – the opening scene entitled ‘Police catch speeding Tesla model 3, registration LOLA G3’.
“That’s a beauty, Lola – I thought they aren’t available in the UK for years yet – is it yours”?
“Not exactly – it belongs to the Department at UCB – a gift from Tesla for ah ‘personal professional services’”
“You mean you fucked Elon Musk for a car!”
“Not so loud baby girl – everyone seems to be listening; - come over here”. We found a quieter spot – she had both hands inside my dress now. “He had a ‘problem’ with young girls – couldn’t say no. You know the way they are in California – over-sexed, under-dressed, tanned all over, desperate to bag a billionaire. They used to throw themselves at him and were getting younger all the time. So he came to us for help – Sam and I devised an aversion therapy programme to at least wean him off the pre-pubescent ones. She and a few friends would strip and masturbate by his pool – he was only allowed to watch – and I’d suck him off. We actually only fucked once, but the ‘cure’ seemed to work. I must have mentioned my desire for a model 3 when they came out, and one of the first production units arrived last year, gratis. The University shipped it over here for my sabbatical at Exeter”.
Somewhere on the M5
In the video we could clearly hear the police siren in pursuit – the car data indicating a speed of 115 mph. Mary pulls over on the hard-shoulder and two rather attractive police women approach, carefully looking the car over before tapping on the front passenger side window. Sam is heard to say “I hope they’re not going to make us get out of the car to frisk us – we’re all butt naked”. The older officer gets into the front seat, beside Mary; the younger one, who looked straight out of Hendon Police Training College, slipped into the back between Alia and Sam.
They must have radioed in the registration ‘LOLA G3’ because the response crackled ‘can you confirm that plate: Lima-Oscar-Lima-Alpha-Golf-three – it is registered to a Professor G-spot – that’s Golf-dash-Sierra-Papa-Oscar-Tango. We had to get onto the American Embassy – they say the Tesla is a research vehicle owned by the department for Experimental Sexual Robotics at the University of California at Berkeley– can you check it out’.
The sergeant is heard talking to Mary: “can you confirm this is your car, Ms? Do you know what speed you were doing? Is your name really G-spot, and why doesn’t it have a dashboard?”
Mary sat stock still – trying not to breathe - hands on the wheel – looking out through the windscreen. The policewoman licked her ear, then flicked the nearest of Mary’s bare nipples, poking out the top of a lacy black half-cup slut bra – she didn’t respond.
Sam came to the rescue “Uh no – the Professor just lent it to us for a month while she’s out of the country – and the speed numbers on this big display got sort of covered up by the video we were watching”.
The original Girlfriends4ever 3d-animated futanari porn featuring Tara and Ayako started playing again; the younger officer leant forward: “oh I adore this scene – where the blonde does a handstand and the gorgeous brunette fucks her up the arse – it’s so cool”
Alia: “it’s getting pretty hot in here, now we’ve stopped. If you want to take off that uniform to play with us that would be fine”
Sam was rather more direct, undoing the Pc’s uniform jacket and blouse buttons to free a very attractive pair of tits from her sexy dark blue bra: “have you ever used that truncheon to fuck somebody? I’d love to take it up my ass – will you help”?
Then Alia undid her seat belt – the only thing covering any of her young body, clambering over Sam to pull down the officer’s blue serge trousers to reveal a matching blue thong.
“What are those strange open bikini panties you and Sam are wearing – are they part of the research”?
Mary flipped a switch and the animated video was replaced by the live three-dimensional heat and pressure maps of the two girls’ genital area. The older officer was fascinated to watch the tip of the cold steel truncheon entering Sam’s backside, then warming up as it penetrated all the way in. Then she could see two long fingers curling upwards between the ch1ld’s lips to massage her g-spot.
“Yes, G-spot is my Mum’s name and mine – you seem to have found mine - hi I’m Sam”
Just then Sarge spotted the pink antenna poking up out of Mary’s open-crotch black lycra running shorts: “what’s that - are you radio-controlled or something? That’s a Lovense Lush vibrator if I’m not much mistaken”.
Alia swiped across her smartphone screen, Mary responded by raising her head and lowering it, robotically, then opening her mouth to a round ‘O’ for cock sucking. The Sergeant leaned across to hold Mary’s hot breasts: “these feel very lifelike – are you sure she’s a SexBot”?
Sam joined in the joke: “Oh yes – we control her from here – the car drives itself – she just sits there to distract other drivers. If you look under the seat you’ll find a Lush or two – they’ve been modified to respond to any wireless signals – they’ll vibrate every time you talk on your police radios”.
Sarge and the young PC inserted the vibrators and jumped when their radios crackled into life: “status update please – have your nicked that driver yet”?
“Come on you – get dressed and let’s go – there’s no point in trying to report this - the paperwork would be a nightmare”
Posh Hotel Copenhagen
“Lola, get your face out of my crotch and pay the nice taxi driver”. We had arrived at the hotel hosting the conference, and I helped Mandy with the heavy crate of sex toys to reception, then up in the lift to her penthouse suite. The organising staff had laid out a selection of hot black leather BDSM dresses with chains for Mandy along with my favourite style open-crotch red shorts, choker and top. The bra top was rather like the sensor bikinis that Sam and Alia wore for the orgasm detection; a thin leather strap outlining each breast with a spiked centre piece surrounding the nipple like bumpy areolas. These could inflict pain or pleasure, depending how hard you kissed a girl. After a luxuriously relaxed fuck in the shower we were ready to hit the pre-conference orgy in the dungeons downstairs.
We were greeted by two nearly naked ch1ldren – one boy and a pre-pubescent girl - standing completely still and holding trays of Prosecco. The ‘girl’ smiled as I took a glass – surely SexBots hadn’t got that lifelike yet? Further into the room groups of men and women, many in bondage outfits stood chatting, drinking, fondling enjoying the party. A gorgeous naked redhead tied upside down to a St Andrew’s Cross was being whipped by a hunky man – the fresh red wheals across her buttocks made it very hard to decide who was the human and which was the robot (I got it wrong).
The submissive human redhead wasn’t amused being interrupted when Lola pulled the blokes trousers down to suck on his lifelike plastic robotic cock.
When I found Mandy again, she was demonstrating an improved Hitachi vibrator – it was virtually silent – she called it Stealth Mode – useful when you didn’t want to disturb your partner. But several testers complained they could only cum to the familiar whirring sound, so it picked up and repeated your moaning and orgasmic cries reacting automatically to arousal levels for a beautiful personalised experience.
Two more androgynous ch1ldren, dressed only in tight pink shorts, showing off their pert young bottoms moved confidently amongst the crowd giving out the CtoA masturbators. These were available in a variety of colours: black, brown or various shades of pink chosen by the humans to match their skin colour, or vibrant neon greens or blues, mostly selected by the Synthetics. The boy and girl stopped when they spotted my glowing red sex-professional model and asked very politely if I would show them how to make love. I explained that I always try to check the age of consent for each country visited, but had not had time: “where are we”? I asked trying to remember the itinerary.
They giggled “Denmark, silly – and because Scandinavian adults are so well behaved, there is no need for a law” the boy lied convincingly. They dragged me to a quiet corner, shedding their tiny pink shorts to reveal tiny pink bottoms.
“We’re fed up waiting – I want him to make me cum” demanded the little girl, lying down on a handy couch, opening her young skinny legs wide for me. I showed him how to lick up one side of her sweet pussy lips and down the other, then briefly across her hard clit. She trembled, both hands in my hair to hold my mouth close then angled her pelvis up so that my tongue slid around her tight butt hole.
“Dirty girl” I smiled, then to him “treat her just like this and you’ll be her best lover ever”. I disentangled from her thighs before going too far and he jumped into my place, slobbering over her entire pubic area, then under her direction, refining his technique to her most sensitive spots. I watched for a while – stroking a bottom here or a kiss there; as his hard little cock entered her well-lubricated bottom for their first ever proper fuck.
Mandy flopped down beside us: “Now remember little man – be sure to use a condom if you want to fuck her pussy, not like this slag here at that party”
“What party – do tell” said the little girl, twisting around on her hands and knees.
Sam, Sam & Samantha
I explained that I’d had the hots for this boy at school, named Sam, flirting and flashing my brand new tiny tits. It was his 16th birthday and his parents were supposed to be away, so he threw an amazing party at their house. Well, it was more like an Elizabethan mansion – all dark wood panelling and bedrooms with hidden doors. Most had shared bathrooms with those lovely copper baths and a maid to help with any bathing needs. His Dad, also called Sam had made a fortune in the porn industry and built this place in the woods as a discrete home and filming studio. The fancy dress party was a riot; my see-through cat-suit only lasted for 10 minutes before someone – Mandy – pulled out the butt-plug tail and let the first boy in.
There were four other girls at the party, all about our age but about a dozen boys, who were older, all determined to fuck us stupid by the pool, so we had to take it in turn. After several beers, I seriously did lose track of who had cum in me – we must have run out of condoms at some point – Sam was amazing and I adored the double-penetration. We splashed around in the pool and under the outdoors shower trying to clean off the sperm, sticking to our hair and nubile young bodies.
Turns out that Sam’s Dad and Mum hadn’t left, but were watching us playing and fucking by the pool from one of the cabins set up for all-day Tantric Sex sessions. They were instructors and attracted celebrities, billionaires and porn stars in equal measure to join them for a weekend, but for now Sam senior only wanted to impregnate me. Mandy and I returned the following weekends for a whole month of ‘training’ with Sam, his Dad, his gorgeous Mum Samantha and the maid. We paired off and fucked like rabbits all day in the cabins around the pool, then retired to their giant bedroom for an all night group sex session. It soon became clear that we were both properly knocked-up and expecting a baby.
They offered to let us stay until after the births when our parents threw us out and Dad brought up my daughter as his own (which it probably was). We never did really decide who had fathered her: Sam senior or Sam junior; so it just has ‘Sam’ on her birth certificate. They brought in a tutor to make sure we didn’t miss any schooling and a nanny to look after the babies during filming. Samantha was equally superb behind the camera, anticipating our passionate lesbian expressions and hetero sessions with her husband and son competing to pour sperm into every orifice. They taught me to switch between dominant lesbian bitch with a whip to a fluffy submissive fuck-bunny, begging for my next orgasm and last dribble of sperm. The royalties from the genuine-teen lesbian videos and after the birth, the mother/daughter breast feeding videos funded me right through college and University. Looking back on some of those pregnant-teen sex scenes, I’m amazed we got away with it, but it taught us the importance of contraception.
Today
Returning to the crowd, I was fairly sure the plastic-looking busty blonde sandwiched between two massive black cocks, with a third bloke in her mouth was the sexBot, but I was wrong again. The pints of sperm they pumped into every orifice of her lifeless body gradually dripped out as she sat up, smiling at her three-way conquest. The three male bots sat expressionlessly together on the long sex-bench, cocks pointing rigidly upwards. Mandy had the first, the blonde took the second up the arse and I straddled the third and largest black cock ever. We all rocked backwards and forwards in unison, screeching at the depth of their penetration as their artificial cocks grew alarmingly in length and girth.
Untied from the cross, the redhead waltzed over, opening her slick pussy lips for our inspection. She was dripping sweet juices into my mouth as my bot suddenly turned on and began actively fucking and tit-rubbing. He was very convincing as a stud, but I still prefer women with a dildo, so fitted up the big-titted blonde with a handy feeldoe and descended to the floor.
A small crowd had gathered around the only human lesbian coupling in the room, eager to watch and learn from our intensely passionate fucking. After 15 minutes, Mandy awarded us a Pass Mark; we eventually both climaxed at 27 minutes, scoring a B+ qualification. We kissed – she tasted of pure sex – I needed to prolong this climax.
Mandy had just the solution – a gorgeous girl with a cock (and a cunt) – just like the futanari babe in the video, called Suchi. Her so-realistic erection sprouting from where a clit should be, tasted of pure pussy – her pussy – so succulent and sweet. We sixty-nined on a waterbed – her fat cock at the back of my throat, her tongue deep in my cunt for ages, before she turned around. We tribbed open-legged cunt-to-slick-cunt, then with a slight change in angle she was fucking me with that lovely giant cock-like clit. Our tits ground together, plastic to flesh - striking sparks off my hard nipples. Her long hard flexible cock filled my insides, striking sparks off my clit whenever she leant forward. We kissed open-mouthed – her tongue examining my back teeth – she was pure fucking fantasy – a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous cock that she used with devastating effect.
[Most people now know of the immensely successful work by Alan Turing and his team of code-breakers at Bletchley Park by shortening WWII and saving millions of lives. Generally only the Artificial Intelligence community are aware of his ‘thought experiment’, known after his tragic death as the Turing Test. It postulates that a machine can only be considered truly intelligent if it cannot be distinguished by question and answer from a human. The academic Sex-AI community has created a variant test whereby if fucking a SexBot is as satisfying as having sex with a human, then Sexual Robotics has truly come of age].
Hours later, Mandy and I retired to bed with my favourite hermaphrodite Suchi to test the theory – she fucked like a Trojan. Mandy had more finesse with a strap-on, but I have to admit the robot’s combination of powerful hip action and stunning tits had me cumming far harder and longer. Mandy fell asleep in Suchi’s arms; my next job is to plan tomorrow’s first conference session which starts at 10 o’clock.
Mary dropped me off at Heathrow Airport terminal 5 for my BA flight to Denmark and the unscheduled Sex Therapy conference. I leaned in through the Tesla model 3 driver’s window for a brief kiss: “take good care of my baby” then looked into the back seat where my daughter Sam and her new best friend Alia were quietly tribbing. Sam managed a brief “bye Mum – you’ll knock ‘em dead in the practical sessions” before resuming her assault on Alia’s young tits.
Alia stuck her head out of the window for a kiss – her hot pointed tongue flashed across my teeth – cheeky little Miss.
She tasted of pure sex – my daughter’s pussy juices to be precise: “love you baby – be good for your Mum – see you all in a few weeks – don’t forget to call”.
The car sped off into the distance for the journey back to Plymouth: “be careful – watch that speedometer” I called in vain.
Check-in was easy, first class e-tickets and only hand luggage and I was quickly in security. I always travel really light – just my favourite off-the-shoulder tee-shirt dress and a few spare thongs – clothing is usually optional at these sex conferences. Standing in the queue for the body scanner, I briefly read the Notices about removing any metal objects and suddenly remembered the butt plug.
The bloke behind me in the queue must have thought it was his lucky day as I lifted the back of my already quite-revealing dress, flipped aside the red thong and pulled out the shiny metal anal plug by the red jewelled end. It wobbled obscenely on the conveyor belt in between the bags and keys and money. The security staff crowded around, like they’d never seen one before, handing it back to me on the far side. I resisted the urge to flash my butt again to put it back in until I was safely in the first class lounge, perched on a bar stool on the second complimentary Gin and Tonic.
Two well-manicured hands grasped my shoulders and she leaned into my neck for a kiss. Her perfume was intoxicating; she only had to say ‘Professor’ in that super-sexy voice and I was lost. She spun me around on the bar stool; my thighs parting to maintain balance and she was riding her cunt against my knee.
[Lola had studied the sex research methods started by Masters and Johnson at Washington University in St Louis in the 1950s. These taught her so much erotica about herself and men, she could almost never get enough sex. One of the final exams in the Tantric Sex module was for her to sustain a ‘climax’ for at least 15 minutes to pass, 20 for a C, 25 for a B and 30 minute orgasm for an A. Lola graduated with an A+ as she had been practicing the technique almost non-stop since university.]
“Lola – I heard you prefer the long, intense thrashing orgasm rather that multiple short climaxes, perhaps we can get in a few before departure to sustain us for a while”
“Mandy – you old slapper – how are you? What are you doing here?” We had met up again at last year’s conference, in a supplier’s booth where she was demonstrating dildos and other sex toys. I could feel the slow vibrations from something deep inside her. I stroked up her bare inner thigh – the throbbing was definitely stronger as my fingers approached her slick lips.
“Shall we go somewhere a bit more private – I really want you to see this toy – it’s out latest product, called the CtoA”.
The line of doors was marked with the standard symbols for ‘Men’, ‘Women’ and one showing both male and female with the small word ‘uni-sex’ underneath – that’s the one for us. Inside one young couple – possibly newly-weds - were busy fucking on the line of sinks. They only paused for a moment as we squeezed past his bare butt, resuming their noisy love-making with a deep dedication. Further along a pilot was being sucked off by two of his flight crew – one male and one female – he was certainly training them well for the mile-high club. We found a vacant spot and Mandy pushed me up against the wall – two fingers buried to the knuckle in pussy. I rocked forwards to give her better access and her hand collided with the steel butt plug: “you don’t need that clumsy device, lover – here let me remove it”.
She flipped out the offending sex toy – it clattered to the floor – everyone stopped sucking and fucking to watch the two hot lesbians. “This is what you want” said Mandy pulling a curious double vibrator out of herself and licking the engraved letters ‘C’ on one tip and ‘A’ on the other. The two bright blue probes were joined by a clear flexible pipe that provided a useful insertion handle, but seemed to be more important.
Mandy explained that this new toy was called the ‘CtoA’ for obvious reasons; it had no batteries, so wouldn’t need recharging just as you were about to cum. It contained no metal parts – the vibration motor was ceramic – so it wouldn’t show up on the airport body scanners, and best of all it didn’t need a smartphone to control it. So no more trying to hold onto the phone with slippery fingers – it just ran on the difference between your internal body temperature and the ambient air between your legs. The cuntal and anal probes were made of a permanently slippery silicone, so would easily enter the driest openings – not that I had anything to worry about.
“Open wide, baby” demanded Mandy, circling my clit with one finger – the deep vibrations in both holes amplified the intense effect beautifully. “Now close your legs and feel the speed reduce – so you can control the onset and length of your orgasms just by flexing these lovely thighs”.
“This is brilliant – but shut the fuck up with the sales pitch – I love it – I want one” I panted, not caring what the other bathroom users were doing – I was going to cum really noisily and probably squirt on my girlfriend’s hand. We kissed, mashing out tits together as the first climax hit – Mandy dropped to her knees drinking down the last dribbles of juice gushing around the device.
The imminent flight departure warning f0rced everyone to get dressed and return to the lounge, tucking cocks and cunts back into sticky underwear. On the way to the plane Mandy explained that when a group of women wearing the CtoA get in close proximity the vibrations slow down and appear to synchronise, but this wasn’t a design feature. She wondered if my research group would be keen to experiment and find an explanation.
“Of course baby – that’s a fantastic idea – could you send a boxful to Exeter - give the girls a practical project while I’m away. Wait a moment – is there a male version too”?
Mandy: “it’s still only in prototype – but I’ll include a few. It’s only got one probe, obviously – the other end is made into a cock ring; so they get jacked and prostate-massaged at the same time -should make for some hot sex experiments”.
Copenhagen
A WhatsApp arrived when we touched down in Copenhagen – a message from Mary that just said ‘you’d better look at this’. Mandy and I watched it in the baggage reclaim hall, waiting for her crate of sex toys. I’d already explained on the flight how Alia had come to us with her ‘fainting-climax’ complaint and Matt’s mixture of extra anal lube and de-sensitising creams fixed her wafer-thin rectovaginal septum reducing the orgasmic effects of her ‘second’ g-spot.
The video was entirely shot within the car and roughly assembled from the multiple cameras by the Exeter university team – the opening scene entitled ‘Police catch speeding Tesla model 3, registration LOLA G3’.
“That’s a beauty, Lola – I thought they aren’t available in the UK for years yet – is it yours”?
“Not exactly – it belongs to the Department at UCB – a gift from Tesla for ah ‘personal professional services’”
“You mean you fucked Elon Musk for a car!”
“Not so loud baby girl – everyone seems to be listening; - come over here”. We found a quieter spot – she had both hands inside my dress now. “He had a ‘problem’ with young girls – couldn’t say no. You know the way they are in California – over-sexed, under-dressed, tanned all over, desperate to bag a billionaire. They used to throw themselves at him and were getting younger all the time. So he came to us for help – Sam and I devised an aversion therapy programme to at least wean him off the pre-pubescent ones. She and a few friends would strip and masturbate by his pool – he was only allowed to watch – and I’d suck him off. We actually only fucked once, but the ‘cure’ seemed to work. I must have mentioned my desire for a model 3 when they came out, and one of the first production units arrived last year, gratis. The University shipped it over here for my sabbatical at Exeter”.
Somewhere on the M5
In the video we could clearly hear the police siren in pursuit – the car data indicating a speed of 115 mph. Mary pulls over on the hard-shoulder and two rather attractive police women approach, carefully looking the car over before tapping on the front passenger side window. Sam is heard to say “I hope they’re not going to make us get out of the car to frisk us – we’re all butt naked”. The older officer gets into the front seat, beside Mary; the younger one, who looked straight out of Hendon Police Training College, slipped into the back between Alia and Sam.
They must have radioed in the registration ‘LOLA G3’ because the response crackled ‘can you confirm that plate: Lima-Oscar-Lima-Alpha-Golf-three – it is registered to a Professor G-spot – that’s Golf-dash-Sierra-Papa-Oscar-Tango. We had to get onto the American Embassy – they say the Tesla is a research vehicle owned by the department for Experimental Sexual Robotics at the University of California at Berkeley– can you check it out’.
The sergeant is heard talking to Mary: “can you confirm this is your car, Ms? Do you know what speed you were doing? Is your name really G-spot, and why doesn’t it have a dashboard?”
Mary sat stock still – trying not to breathe - hands on the wheel – looking out through the windscreen. The policewoman licked her ear, then flicked the nearest of Mary’s bare nipples, poking out the top of a lacy black half-cup slut bra – she didn’t respond.
Sam came to the rescue “Uh no – the Professor just lent it to us for a month while she’s out of the country – and the speed numbers on this big display got sort of covered up by the video we were watching”.
The original Girlfriends4ever 3d-animated futanari porn featuring Tara and Ayako started playing again; the younger officer leant forward: “oh I adore this scene – where the blonde does a handstand and the gorgeous brunette fucks her up the arse – it’s so cool”
Alia: “it’s getting pretty hot in here, now we’ve stopped. If you want to take off that uniform to play with us that would be fine”
Sam was rather more direct, undoing the Pc’s uniform jacket and blouse buttons to free a very attractive pair of tits from her sexy dark blue bra: “have you ever used that truncheon to fuck somebody? I’d love to take it up my ass – will you help”?
Then Alia undid her seat belt – the only thing covering any of her young body, clambering over Sam to pull down the officer’s blue serge trousers to reveal a matching blue thong.
“What are those strange open bikini panties you and Sam are wearing – are they part of the research”?
Mary flipped a switch and the animated video was replaced by the live three-dimensional heat and pressure maps of the two girls’ genital area. The older officer was fascinated to watch the tip of the cold steel truncheon entering Sam’s backside, then warming up as it penetrated all the way in. Then she could see two long fingers curling upwards between the ch1ld’s lips to massage her g-spot.
“Yes, G-spot is my Mum’s name and mine – you seem to have found mine - hi I’m Sam”
Just then Sarge spotted the pink antenna poking up out of Mary’s open-crotch black lycra running shorts: “what’s that - are you radio-controlled or something? That’s a Lovense Lush vibrator if I’m not much mistaken”.
Alia swiped across her smartphone screen, Mary responded by raising her head and lowering it, robotically, then opening her mouth to a round ‘O’ for cock sucking. The Sergeant leaned across to hold Mary’s hot breasts: “these feel very lifelike – are you sure she’s a SexBot”?
Sam joined in the joke: “Oh yes – we control her from here – the car drives itself – she just sits there to distract other drivers. If you look under the seat you’ll find a Lush or two – they’ve been modified to respond to any wireless signals – they’ll vibrate every time you talk on your police radios”.
Sarge and the young PC inserted the vibrators and jumped when their radios crackled into life: “status update please – have your nicked that driver yet”?
“Come on you – get dressed and let’s go – there’s no point in trying to report this - the paperwork would be a nightmare”
Posh Hotel Copenhagen
“Lola, get your face out of my crotch and pay the nice taxi driver”. We had arrived at the hotel hosting the conference, and I helped Mandy with the heavy crate of sex toys to reception, then up in the lift to her penthouse suite. The organising staff had laid out a selection of hot black leather BDSM dresses with chains for Mandy along with my favourite style open-crotch red shorts, choker and top. The bra top was rather like the sensor bikinis that Sam and Alia wore for the orgasm detection; a thin leather strap outlining each breast with a spiked centre piece surrounding the nipple like bumpy areolas. These could inflict pain or pleasure, depending how hard you kissed a girl. After a luxuriously relaxed fuck in the shower we were ready to hit the pre-conference orgy in the dungeons downstairs.
We were greeted by two nearly naked ch1ldren – one boy and a pre-pubescent girl - standing completely still and holding trays of Prosecco. The ‘girl’ smiled as I took a glass – surely SexBots hadn’t got that lifelike yet? Further into the room groups of men and women, many in bondage outfits stood chatting, drinking, fondling enjoying the party. A gorgeous naked redhead tied upside down to a St Andrew’s Cross was being whipped by a hunky man – the fresh red wheals across her buttocks made it very hard to decide who was the human and which was the robot (I got it wrong).
The submissive human redhead wasn’t amused being interrupted when Lola pulled the blokes trousers down to suck on his lifelike plastic robotic cock.
When I found Mandy again, she was demonstrating an improved Hitachi vibrator – it was virtually silent – she called it Stealth Mode – useful when you didn’t want to disturb your partner. But several testers complained they could only cum to the familiar whirring sound, so it picked up and repeated your moaning and orgasmic cries reacting automatically to arousal levels for a beautiful personalised experience.
Two more androgynous ch1ldren, dressed only in tight pink shorts, showing off their pert young bottoms moved confidently amongst the crowd giving out the CtoA masturbators. These were available in a variety of colours: black, brown or various shades of pink chosen by the humans to match their skin colour, or vibrant neon greens or blues, mostly selected by the Synthetics. The boy and girl stopped when they spotted my glowing red sex-professional model and asked very politely if I would show them how to make love. I explained that I always try to check the age of consent for each country visited, but had not had time: “where are we”? I asked trying to remember the itinerary.
They giggled “Denmark, silly – and because Scandinavian adults are so well behaved, there is no need for a law” the boy lied convincingly. They dragged me to a quiet corner, shedding their tiny pink shorts to reveal tiny pink bottoms.
“We’re fed up waiting – I want him to make me cum” demanded the little girl, lying down on a handy couch, opening her young skinny legs wide for me. I showed him how to lick up one side of her sweet pussy lips and down the other, then briefly across her hard clit. She trembled, both hands in my hair to hold my mouth close then angled her pelvis up so that my tongue slid around her tight butt hole.
“Dirty girl” I smiled, then to him “treat her just like this and you’ll be her best lover ever”. I disentangled from her thighs before going too far and he jumped into my place, slobbering over her entire pubic area, then under her direction, refining his technique to her most sensitive spots. I watched for a while – stroking a bottom here or a kiss there; as his hard little cock entered her well-lubricated bottom for their first ever proper fuck.
Mandy flopped down beside us: “Now remember little man – be sure to use a condom if you want to fuck her pussy, not like this slag here at that party”
“What party – do tell” said the little girl, twisting around on her hands and knees.
Sam, Sam & Samantha
I explained that I’d had the hots for this boy at school, named Sam, flirting and flashing my brand new tiny tits. It was his 16th birthday and his parents were supposed to be away, so he threw an amazing party at their house. Well, it was more like an Elizabethan mansion – all dark wood panelling and bedrooms with hidden doors. Most had shared bathrooms with those lovely copper baths and a maid to help with any bathing needs. His Dad, also called Sam had made a fortune in the porn industry and built this place in the woods as a discrete home and filming studio. The fancy dress party was a riot; my see-through cat-suit only lasted for 10 minutes before someone – Mandy – pulled out the butt-plug tail and let the first boy in.
There were four other girls at the party, all about our age but about a dozen boys, who were older, all determined to fuck us stupid by the pool, so we had to take it in turn. After several beers, I seriously did lose track of who had cum in me – we must have run out of condoms at some point – Sam was amazing and I adored the double-penetration. We splashed around in the pool and under the outdoors shower trying to clean off the sperm, sticking to our hair and nubile young bodies.
Turns out that Sam’s Dad and Mum hadn’t left, but were watching us playing and fucking by the pool from one of the cabins set up for all-day Tantric Sex sessions. They were instructors and attracted celebrities, billionaires and porn stars in equal measure to join them for a weekend, but for now Sam senior only wanted to impregnate me. Mandy and I returned the following weekends for a whole month of ‘training’ with Sam, his Dad, his gorgeous Mum Samantha and the maid. We paired off and fucked like rabbits all day in the cabins around the pool, then retired to their giant bedroom for an all night group sex session. It soon became clear that we were both properly knocked-up and expecting a baby.
They offered to let us stay until after the births when our parents threw us out and Dad brought up my daughter as his own (which it probably was). We never did really decide who had fathered her: Sam senior or Sam junior; so it just has ‘Sam’ on her birth certificate. They brought in a tutor to make sure we didn’t miss any schooling and a nanny to look after the babies during filming. Samantha was equally superb behind the camera, anticipating our passionate lesbian expressions and hetero sessions with her husband and son competing to pour sperm into every orifice. They taught me to switch between dominant lesbian bitch with a whip to a fluffy submissive fuck-bunny, begging for my next orgasm and last dribble of sperm. The royalties from the genuine-teen lesbian videos and after the birth, the mother/daughter breast feeding videos funded me right through college and University. Looking back on some of those pregnant-teen sex scenes, I’m amazed we got away with it, but it taught us the importance of contraception.
Today
Returning to the crowd, I was fairly sure the plastic-looking busty blonde sandwiched between two massive black cocks, with a third bloke in her mouth was the sexBot, but I was wrong again. The pints of sperm they pumped into every orifice of her lifeless body gradually dripped out as she sat up, smiling at her three-way conquest. The three male bots sat expressionlessly together on the long sex-bench, cocks pointing rigidly upwards. Mandy had the first, the blonde took the second up the arse and I straddled the third and largest black cock ever. We all rocked backwards and forwards in unison, screeching at the depth of their penetration as their artificial cocks grew alarmingly in length and girth.
Untied from the cross, the redhead waltzed over, opening her slick pussy lips for our inspection. She was dripping sweet juices into my mouth as my bot suddenly turned on and began actively fucking and tit-rubbing. He was very convincing as a stud, but I still prefer women with a dildo, so fitted up the big-titted blonde with a handy feeldoe and descended to the floor.
A small crowd had gathered around the only human lesbian coupling in the room, eager to watch and learn from our intensely passionate fucking. After 15 minutes, Mandy awarded us a Pass Mark; we eventually both climaxed at 27 minutes, scoring a B+ qualification. We kissed – she tasted of pure sex – I needed to prolong this climax.
Mandy had just the solution – a gorgeous girl with a cock (and a cunt) – just like the futanari babe in the video, called Suchi. Her so-realistic erection sprouting from where a clit should be, tasted of pure pussy – her pussy – so succulent and sweet. We sixty-nined on a waterbed – her fat cock at the back of my throat, her tongue deep in my cunt for ages, before she turned around. We tribbed open-legged cunt-to-slick-cunt, then with a slight change in angle she was fucking me with that lovely giant cock-like clit. Our tits ground together, plastic to flesh - striking sparks off my hard nipples. Her long hard flexible cock filled my insides, striking sparks off my clit whenever she leant forward. We kissed open-mouthed – her tongue examining my back teeth – she was pure fucking fantasy – a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous cock that she used with devastating effect.
[Most people now know of the immensely successful work by Alan Turing and his team of code-breakers at Bletchley Park by shortening WWII and saving millions of lives. Generally only the Artificial Intelligence community are aware of his ‘thought experiment’, known after his tragic death as the Turing Test. It postulates that a machine can only be considered truly intelligent if it cannot be distinguished by question and answer from a human. The academic Sex-AI community has created a variant test whereby if fucking a SexBot is as satisfying as having sex with a human, then Sexual Robotics has truly come of age].
Hours later, Mandy and I retired to bed with my favourite hermaphrodite Suchi to test the theory – she fucked like a Trojan. Mandy had more finesse with a strap-on, but I have to admit the robot’s combination of powerful hip action and stunning tits had me cumming far harder and longer. Mandy fell asleep in Suchi’s arms; my next job is to plan tomorrow’s first conference session which starts at 10 o’clock.
Clover
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