4:09 p.m. :: 2003-07-25
Programmed for Love Pt. 1

Hi readers of my short stories. I will get back to "Finding Cassandra" very soon - but in the meantime, hope you enjoy this next short story. It should be about 3 parts or so.

Kimber looked into the mirror. Hair askew from a night of passion with Brent, she swept a stray blond lock from her eyes.

Her eyes! Oops, they were blue again. Brent preferred her in violet eyes. She pushed her left thumbnail and her eyes shifted to violet.

It was odd, in the 8 years she had been in service, she'd never been exclusive with any one client. But Brent was insistent and willing to pay the expense.

She loved (hold it - love was not in her programming, it was an emotion, correct and therefore did not exist) - she was stimulated by and responded well to the fucking he had given her.

KIMBER1 (and only, so far) was the most advanced Sextech simaltron in the market. She could respond equally well to Brent's sexual advances. She gave him great head, her caresses were gentle & firm at the same time on his skin.

She could ride him until he orgasmed intently, her pussy muscles contracting around his cock and milking him dry. Her vocabulary of dirty talk could be delivered with such lusty sounds, had she wanted to, she could have worked on one of the Sextech Sex lines. Indeed, some of the earlier models past their prime did just that.

Kimber'd been with other clients other than Brent, early in her test runs. She'd hated them. (Once again, ascribing an emotion she was not programmed to feel!)

They had not encouraged the proper responses in Kimber's bio-programming.

If Kimber had been a human female, she would have used terms like gross, too quick on the draw, fat, sweaty or mean. As it was - this - perplexed Kimber. Why were these words almost invoking responses in her. She knew them, knew what they meant - but could describe, in detail, what they meant to HER.

And why, still looking at the sleeping Brent, did she want to kiss him? It served no purpose, she did not want to stimulate a sexual response.

Why did she want to suck his cock? To take this man into her mouth again and lick and suck him to steel-hardness. To see the look of delight in his eyes as she straddled him, slipping his hard prick deep into her waiting pussy?

Why did she want to ride him, her sweat-response making her synth-skin glisten. Why did she want to whip him with her blond hair, to hear him moan as she rode him, up and down, harder and faster, harder and faster, until they both enjoyed the intensity together.

It made no sense. The curiosity about it made no sense. It nagged at her - which made no sense.

Kimber wanted - NEEDED - answers. This too, made no sense - but she was going to get them.

But first - she leaned over Brent's sleeping form and licked at his neck....

END PART ONE

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