Flashfiction: Time for an Upgrade

I am thrust up against the wall, front first, my breasts squishing up against my white tank top and the Van Deusen Blue walls of my Honey's home. My eyes roll backwards as Honey pulls my blonde ponytail by its base and slams my cheek against the wall. Honey's other hand runs down my chiseled back before resting for a moment on my behind. I know Honey is going to spank me; it's their favorite way to lead up to - Oh! The tingling travels up my back as shivers, and my hairs stand on end as I am frozen, lost in the mixed pleasure and pain of the sensation that is Honey's gift to me. Their hand slides from caressing my generous, unblemished butt to my hip and angles my ass backwards, forcing my weight onto my front arms. Honey is going to enter me from behind, as I predicted.

I moan something akin to a deep, guttural, uncontrolled moan designed to encourage Honey's drives and urges. Soon, we will be bucking, bucking, bucking ... the repetitive in-and-out leading to an inevitable release of passion. I wait, breathing heavily, my ass curving backwards, my breasts heaving. Every single action perfectly designed to attract. To entice. To seduce. As I predicted, they cannot resist, and they plunge their phallic device deep into my waiting crevice. I make a mental note to order a new pair of Honey's favorite light blue see-through panties; I can't follow their assigned panty schedule in seven days with a destroyed/damaged pair of panties after all.

The rod is stiff, jammed in as far as it can go, reaching up, up, up and filling me wholly and entirely. The fullness overwhelms me for a moment and it is all I can do just to cry out in pleasure; a long, hanging note of pure ecstasy that hangs for just two seconds too long to feel perfectly natural. This is unfortunate; I'll need to ensure next time that, barring any countervailing orders, Honey's sexual desires take my full attention. I was insufficiently prepared, and clearly needed to make significantly more mental space for maximizing their enjoyment.

Honey hits their rhythm; a steady thrusting pace of about two thrusts per second. I make sure to match pace, thrusting myself backwards onto Honey's waiting shaft, with an equivalent Shlup-Shlup-Shlup sound of slick, wet, slapping matched by our shared moans and cries, as well as the drum like Thump-Thump-Thump of my head as my cheek is rammed into the wall with each cycle.

I pay close attention to Honey's outward physical signs as much as I can since I cannot seem them. Their hands, which once roamed my body, now grip the curve of my hips ever more tightly. Their breathing, deep and full only seven minutes and forty six seconds ago, is now growing ragged. They no longer say phrases such as "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" or "Yeah! You're such a good little bitch aren't you?" I estimate with high likelihood that they are nearing release. In the back of my mind, such as it is, I begin to clear space so that I might cum at the same time as my Honey; they very much enjoyed that in the past, and it would be irresponsible of me not to do so again.

I build an estimate of how long I expect it to take before Honey is lost in the throes of orgasm: seventeen seconds. More than enough time to prepare, despite the fact that easily 80% of my mental capacity is occupied with mewling, twisting, and pumping them for all I am worth. Still, Honey surprises me; they often do. I never do anything unexpected, but Honey is filled to the brim with natural spontaneity. I listen intently to their words: "Did. Uh. Did you? Uh. Uh. Oh god you're so good! Ohhh goood! Uh." It appears to be meaningless, but right before I begin to ignore them, they manage: "Did you unpack- Uh-huh! The new service-bot?"

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 -"

Honey picked me up enough to ram me onto their phallic device, rocking my body from my butt to the top of my head and the tips of my toes. "Admin Override: Ingrid Montag! Olivia Charlie Jack Daniels!" Honey took a moment to rock forward, slamming me into the wall. My arms caught most of the force, but I could feel my delicious curves shaking, only increasing Honey's desire for rough sex.

"Of course Honey. Opening lower abdominal maintenance hatch." My sensors reported a panel in my lower back, primarily for servicing my sexual unit, slide inwards and up into my body with a hiss. I could visualize exactly what Honey was seeing; graphs and reports on a flat screen showcasing how I'd been within 96% of total resource usage, with plenty of green and yellow lights flickering showcasing my system status. Honey loved this, and loved overriding my systems. My head cocked to the side and I froze before continuing my service, and my eyelids fluttered. An unavoidable system warning played through my head-mounted speaker array, "Warning user: Ingrid Montag AKA Honey. Improper use -"

Honey renewed their rhythmic assault on my body with reckless abandon. My graphs spiked to 101% 102% 103% My mind was overwhelmed overwhelmed. I could barely keep up, as the thrusting thrusting thrusting suddenly hit, four, five, sixseveneighttentwelvethirty timesPerSecondPerSecondPerSecondPerSecond.

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