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Flashfiction: Time for an Upgrade

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The query is unexpected. I have to stop clearing space for orgasm in order to make enough space to remember, all the while, thrusting myself ever downward on their ramrod shaft, now thrice a second. I review in my mind's eye: a six foot tall cardboard box arrived earlier today, delivered by a pretty brunette in a brown uniform with a very tight top and short-shorts emblazoned with the logo for Risque Roboutique. After digitally signing for delivery, I navigated the box with the delivery girl over our stoop and into our second guest room. Together we cleared off the protective packaging down to a tightly plastic wrapped auburn haired woman in a tight-fitting lingerie set. I registered that Risque Roboutique also had the same good taste in underwear that Honey had; I had a two-year old set just like the one the nameless auburn haired woman was wearing. Maybe I could bring this up to Honey later and they'd buy me a new one or four.

My neck joints unlock, and my face releases its look of concentration: squinting off into the distance, not really seeing what was in front of me as I searched for answers to my Honey's questions. Task complete, I return to visibly mewling for Honey's enjoyment; I was especially proud that I continued making oversexualized vocalizations without moving my face. Honey went absolutely wild for that, reflected by the fact that 40% more force was being rammed into me. "Yes Honey! She's - Uh - in the second guest room! Ah! I love how -"

Honey pulled my head as far back as my back would allow, a sudden squealing echoing from my body. Luckily I was very flexible, and I made sure to have a deep look of pleasure as they interrupted my report. "Open your lower abdominal maintenance hatch." My hips writhed, and I could feel myself sliding along their shaft as my thighs worked to give them sensation everywhere. I shook my head, "Unfortunately I cannot. Opening any maintenance hatch during -"


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