3:35 p.m. :: 2003-08-09
Programmed for love - Part 2
Programmed for Love - Part 2
Brent looked over at the now "sleeping" form of Kimber. After the wild fuck they'd had a few minutes back, she'd need an hour down-time.
This blonde beauty had almost made him forget Linda Lee. Almost.
He couldn't believe it'd been nearly 20 years since she'd been taken from him. A crisis from which he'd never really recovered.
His college roommate, Bob, had introduced them. He'd made synth-holos and used Linda Lee as one of his leading ladies.
Brent knew he was in love with Linda Lee when he watched one of her romantic videos and wanted to punch the guy she was kissing. He wanted to kill him during the sex scenes.
Linda Lee and he married shortly thereafter. The sex was amazing - she gave great head, she'd do anything - fuck, suck, shared him with a few girlfriends, she'd taken it up the ass once (but both of them had disliked that and never again!)
When Linda Lee grew ill, Brent was inconsolable. For years after her death, he'd watch her films over and over again, feeling the vibrations and touch from the mechanisms. It wasn't the same as her REAL touch - he knew that better than anyone - but it was some consolation.
Years later, when Bop had gone on to be one of the pioneers in Synth technology, he'd brought Kimber to Brent's attention.
For the first time in years, Brent felt alive again. He'd used up most of his trust fund to buying exclusivity to Kimber.
The first time he took her to his bed he made love to her. Foolish, in a sense - making love to a synth.
But he caressed her hair, ran his fingers through it, looked deep into her violet eyes, licked and sucked her nipples.
If he hadn't known better, he'd have sworn that her moans of passion were real.
He'd kissed his way down her belly, seeing the little goosebumps that'd been added to her programming. When he ate her pussy, she grew wet. As he fucked into her, harder and harder, deeper and faster, he seemed to get an almost loving response.
She came and the afterplay was as wonderful as the fucking.
All this time later, it'd only gotten better. He felt genuine affection for her. If they were out walking and another man looked at her - and she was stunning, with those long legs and the penchant for miniskirts she seemed to have (which puzzled Brent - since when did synths have preferences?) - if they looked, it angered him.
But she never seemed to mind his slight jealousies. Kimber was always quick to remind him that she was HIS. Of course she was, he thought - I paid for that right.
There was more to it than that however. She was attentive in many fashions, telling him how special he was, fussing over him, actually seeming to CARE about how his day was.
And the sex - ahhh, amazing.
Kimber would suck him with a tongue that bordered on indecent, licking and lapping and swirling around his cockhead. She'd make little cooing sounds as she did so, tasting and licking, her eyes glistening as she fellated him.
If he came, she swallowed. Not one complaint.
When he fucked her now, she gave as good as she got. He'd pump into her, she fuck back, screaming "Oh Brent darling, fuck me lover, make me come baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!" almost mindlessly.
If he wanted it rougher, she was agreeably compliant. Her nails would dig into his back as he screwed her deeply, her pussy milking him as her legs locked around his back.
She was up for fun, but if he suggested something unusual, she'd balk. A synth wasn't supposed to do that.
What was going on? Why was he so - dare he say it - in love with being with her? What mysteries needed answering?
It was time to call his old college roomie.
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