Best Black Women's Erotica 2 (11 page)

“Give us a call if you need anything. His accessories are in the kitchen next to the recharge unit.” The technicians lifted the crate on the dolly and started for the door.

I ran after them. “Where's the owner's manual? How do I program him?”

“The Lujon comes preprogrammed. Just talk to him like you would any employee, any man.”

The men made a hasty retreat, leaving me alone with the lifelike Lujon.

I approached slowly, walking in a full circle around his impeccable body.

“I'm Madison. I guess I should show you around and tell you what I expect.”

“I'm Lujon.” The depth of his voice made my legs buckle. “And I already know what you want, Madison.”

The suggestive tone of his answer and the wicked grin crossing his lips made me ask what he meant.

“Lujon is the latest model of Robot Depot-produced robots—”

“Lujon, stop. Move past the programmed spiel. How do
you
know what I want?”

“I'm customized to meet all your needs.”

I heard it again.

I'm?
Robots didn't have the cognition to combine words into contractions.

Lujon continued. “While you customized me, Robot Depot scanned you. I have been programmed to meet all your desires.”

“Desires?”

“Yes.”

My eyes flashed something Lujon read and liked. His gleaming smile took me off guard. “Yes, I'm fully functional. I perform better than any human man.”

“Perform?”

“I must be given permission by my owner before initiating that program.”

Too anxious to see what this robot could do, I blurted, “Permission granted.”

As Lujon approached I readied myself for a petal-soft kiss and a strong embrace. Lujon reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. He stepped into me and pressed his lips—hard—against mine.

“Hey! What do you think you're doing?”

“Giving you what you desire.” He whipped me around and prodded me toward the back of the house. “Where is the bedroom?”

“This isn't what I asked for.”

“No, it's not. This is what you desire.”

As I stumbled around the sharp curves of my home, leading Lujon to my bedroom, I understood what he meant. This truly was my fantasy. To be taken roughly by a gorgeous man who was utterly obsessed with pleasing me.

I let Lujon go to work. He tossed me on to the bed. I watched in awe as he jerked at his belt buckle, yanked at the zipper of his jeans, and tugged them down around his ankles. I scooted back on the bed, making him chase after me. Lujon lunged forward, capturing my ankles. He grinned devilishly, very happy with his speed as he stripped me of my slacks.

“Does it work?” I asked, staring at what looked like ten inches of steel protruding from a sandy-brown mound of wispy hair.

“Continuously,” he smiled. “I will grow hard whenever I sense your presence.”

Lujon jerked my ankles apart and climbed into my
V
. He grasped his penis and ran the tip down the glistening wet slit of my cunt. With a deep flex of his hips, he thrust into me. My back arched as he shoved every delicious inch of him inside me. Hard, long, and hot, he was better than any human man I had been with.

Lujon proceeded to fuck me. He pinned my wrists to the bed and taunted me with dirty words about how much I loved the sweetness of his painful pumping. I exploded before his lips touched my breasts. But he didn't care. He had no concept of stamina because he could go on to infinity.

Lujon remained inside me, and had enough control over his dick to make it flex inside me, fucking me from the inside out. I rocked my hips as he leaned over me, kneading my breasts. He licked the underside of each, palming them, massaging them. He took my nipple into his mouth, gently suckling me until I fell into the net of his false security. Just when my shouts became moans of pleasure, Lujon bit my
nipple, sending a current of pain through me.

“Lujon—” I protested.

“Hush.” He pulled his twitching dick from between my legs and dropped to the foot of the bed.

I readied myself to experience his eating me out. If it were anything similar to the painful pleasure he had just given me, I would gladly wilt and die.

Lujon pulled me down on the floor beside him. He directed me to lie on my back. He straddled my shoulders and flexed his throbbing penis in my face. This close up I could see the authenticity of veins and flesh. As if I had any doubt after the pummeling I had just received.

Lujon lifted his penis and tapped it against my lips. “Open up and live out your desires.” He guided the swollen bulb of his penis between my lips. “Taste me. Taste you.”

I lapped at the tip of his penis, waiting. He fed me more inches. More and still more until his cock reached the back of my throat.

My hands grasped his perfectly sculpted ass. His head fell back and he actually moaned as I went to work. He began a rhythmic rocking that progressed to a full-blown mouth fuck.

And then the most amazing thing happened.

Lujon shot his wad deep inside my mouth. He grabbed his penis and painted my tongue, chin, and jaws with his cum. I gulped it down.

“Your desire?” Lujon asked.

I licked my lips, savoring the mandarin orange flavor of his sperm. “My desire.”

 

“What flavor would you like to try next, Madison?”

The calming bass of Lujon's voice washed over me. The hypnotic timbre had rocked me to sleep after our bout of vigorous sex. Slowly, I opened my eyes—afraid I would discover that the night before had only been a dream. The
slats covering the windows of my pod were tilted to allow in thin strips of solar brightness.

Standing stark naked, his penis at attention, was Lujon 1. He smiled provocatively. “What flavor would you like to try next?” he asked again.

I pushed down my wild mane and slid up to the head of the bed. “What do you mean?”

“I am able to provide you with a variety of flavored cum.”

“You can shoot a wad of whatever flavor I want?”

“Yes.”

I ran my tongue over my teeth and tasted the remnants of mandarin oranges. My eyes roamed over Lujon's nude body. Flawless bronze skin, flat stomach, and thick thighs. My nipples hardened to rival his majestic steel rod. I glanced at the clock to see if I had time for one more go with my new robot.

“Is there a problem?” Lujon dropped beside me on the bed, his hand squeezing my thigh.

“I have to leave for work soon. But I'd rather stay with you and see what else your ‘body' can do.”

“Would you like me to call in sick for you? I would be happy to demonstrate my abilities.”

I liked this robot more and more. Walter Ward had a hit on his hands.

“I
would
like you to call in for me, but I really need to go to work.” I rustled my hair again. Then I remembered. Lujon was here to serve me. He didn't care if I had morning breath or if my hair was standing straight up on my head. He only cared if I had what I needed to be happy.

Lujon sprang from the bed, his dick bobbing up and down as a temptation. “I have prepared a hot bath. After I place you in the tub, I will prepare your breakfast.” He scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom.

I weaved my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts
against his chest. He smelled of my perspiration, but when the aroma emanated from his body it smelled exotic and enticing. His dick teasingly pushed up into the place between my buttcheeks. I was fully aroused by the time Lujon lowered me into the tub and walked away. He had dimples centered above his ass—just as I liked.

Lujon had all the qualities I like in a man. Sensuous, but not a pushover. Firm, but not a bully. Attentive to my needs. A sexual predator, but one who only cared about making me climax.

Tall and handsome, Lujon also possessed every physical characteristic I found sexy in a man. Bright gray eyes that simmered with passion when he looked at me. A ten-inch penis that felt like a steel rod wrapped in lamb's wool and tasted of fruity flavors.

Sexy. The way his eyes seemed to peer into my soul as he casually slipped his fingers through his hair. I shivered as I sank deeper into the hot, sudsy water. Sexier than any man the government had granted permission for me to date.

“Madison?” Lujon stepped into the bathroom. Red underwear strained to conceal his erection. “It's close to the time you leave for work, and your breakfast is almost ready.”

I closed my eyes and sank deeper, the bubbles brushing my chin. “Five more minutes,” I crooned.

“You will be late.” Lujon reached into the tub and lifted me out. The mark left by my perspiration had been replaced by the sweet aroma of cologne. I inhaled deeply. He had uncovered another of my weaknesses. If Lujon kept this up, I wouldn't make it to work today.

“What's that smell?” I buried my nose in the crook of his thick neck.

“Your favorite.” No smile; just information that I should have known.

He carried me back into the bedroom and placed me on a
bedspread of fluffy towels. He covered my midsection with a blanket.

“Wow. This feels good. How did you get it so warm?”

“The oven.” Lujon wiggled his thick eyebrows, sharing his secret. He lifted a towel and began to meticulously dry my feet.

“I don't quite understand your purpose,” I remarked as his tender caress passed over the arch of my foot.

“Simple.
You
are my purpose. Your needs, desires, wants, safety. You are why I was created. I exist only to serve you.”

I lifted my head to meet his gaze. Did he know that a naked gorgeous man standing at the foot of my bed, worshipping me with his body, mind, and soul—all circuitry—wasn't the norm for me? A simple, middle-level member of the domicile government, I hardly had any romantic experiences—those conveniences were reserved for the athletic and artsy types.

I clarified. “Do you mean that if I hadn't visited Robot Depot you wouldn't have been, well, manufactured?” It hurt to say the word. Lujon was more than a pile of metal and wires. “You wouldn't have been mass produced? Available in next season's catalog?”

“No.” He continued to pat me dry, moving up my calf. “If I had not existed in your head, I would not be here today. When you outgrow me, cease to desire me, I will be destroyed.”

“Fat chance that'll happen,” I said as Lujon's huge hands moved up my thigh. I could feel the juices pooling at the apex of my triangle.

“I don't understand that expression—
fat chance
.”

“It means keep doing what you're doing and you'll never become obsolete.”

If Lujon is the figment of my wildest imagination made real, no one would ever know he's a robot. I could ask permission from the government to date him. I could give him the
command to act as my husband, sparing me the matchmaking process required for those without mates when Mandatory Matrimony went into effect on my thirtieth birthday. Every sexual fantasy that ever rattled around in my mind, Lujon would fulfill and not make me feel perverted. The possibilities were endless.

Lujon started at my feet—peeling the blanket back as he went—and applied heated coconut lotion to my skin. After massaging both legs and arms, he gave attention to my back. I quivered as he applied lotion to my belly and worked it into my skin in small, sensuously slow circles. When he finished oiling down my body, there was more cream pooled between my legs than on every inch of my skin combined.

He opened the blanket to cover my entire body. “Excuse me one moment.”

I glanced at the clock before relaxing back against a mound of pillows. Going to work seemed a farther possibility.

Soon, Lujon placed a tray across my lap. I opened my eyes to scrambled eggs, ham, bacon, hash browns, toast, and golden pancakes. Also, a fresh fruit bowl, cheese cubes, and juice.

“Lujon,” I said with a laugh, “what are you doing to me? Are you trying to have me admitted to the Self-Preservation Clinic?”

The domicile government, in its infinite wisdom, long ago penned a bill that made it mandatory for its citizens to be placed in a weight-loss residency program if they exceeded their ideal body weight.

Lujon tilted his head in confusion. “This does not please you?”

“Yes, but it's too much.”

He watched me closely.

“Never mind. It's perfect.” I cut into the stack of pancakes to illustrate my point.

His broad shoulders eased into a downward slope.

Lujon moved to the foot of the bed and did the most spectacular thing. He lifted my foot up to his mouth and wrapped his thick, dark lips around my big toe. He suckled, running his fingers up and down my calf, eyes closed, moaning. His tongue danced across each toe and the pad of my foot.

“Eat, Madison.”

“
You
eat, Lujon.”

Eager to obey, he lowered my foot and crawled between my legs. As tall and packed with muscles as Lujon was, he moved with the grace of a magical cougar. He bent my leg outward and began to trace tiny circles with his tongue on the back of my knee. The sensation shot through me like a stray bullet. I gripped the edges of the tray as his tongue moved upward to the pool of waiting cream.

“Release the tray.” Lujon pried my fingers away and tossed the tray onto the floor with a broad swipe of his bulky arm. His fingers wrapped around my thighs, digging into the skin, as he pushed them apart.

“I'll have bruises by tonight,” I reprimanded him.

“Those, and many more.” He secured my hips and pulled me down in the bed before fixing his attention on my thighs again.