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47 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

Kinktober day 9

double penetration/praise Google & Bing, afab

Bing was sitting on the edge of the bed, you in his lap. Google had arranged you two, making sure your legs were hooked around Bing’s, forcing your legs wide open for easy access. He knelt before you, hands softly petting along your thighs. You whined, rolling your hips as his hands got closer. It was Google who had suggested this, finding enjoyment from experimenting with your thresholds. Bing agreed enthusiastically, as he always did. Today he was curious just how far you could stretch, and if perhaps you could accommodate both of the androids at the same time.

Google hummed quietly as he slowly pushed his finger in, starting simple. He was being maddening on purpose you knew, since you’d started with his dick before and not needed preparation for that. Still, he took his sweet time, enjoying the soft noises you made. Bing as always couldn’t keep still, his hands fondling your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you buck into Google’s hand and back up against his dick.

It didn’t take long until you were well and truly soaked. “Perfect.” Google rumbled, lifting you easily and settling you down onto Bing’s eagerly waiting cock. One of his fingers ran along the seam between you two, getting you to whimper in anticipation. He pressed ever so slowly, working that finger into you alongside Bing.

Bing’s hands had stilled, holding you close, but his mouth nipped at your shoulder. You could hear that slight digital whine escape at Google’s caresses along his dick as he was carefully widening you. Another finger joined, the stretch dancing the edge of pain but he was going slowly enough it never actually hurt. “You’re doing so well.” Google patted your thigh with his free hand. “This will work.”

Another was added, making you squirm. He shallowly thrust with them, getting Bing to bite down on you. Google’s rumble was almost a digital purr as his eyes watched how you moved and flexed around them. “Good.” He softly kissed your lower stomach. “Almost there.” His fingers shifted, pulling slightly on your muscles trying to get them relax just a little bit more.

Finally his fingers slid free, but you knew better than to relax yet. Google moved closer, trapping you tightly between him and Bing. He aligned himself and very slowly pushed himself alongside Bing, his dick somehow just a little wider than his fingers. You whimpered, unsure if it was the stretch or just how torturously slow he was going. He stopped when he matched Bing’s depth, letting your body get used to both. You earned a soft kiss for it. “You fit us so perfectly.”

Bing nodded enthusiastically, you could feel him against your neck. “God, you feel amazing.” He gave an abortive roll of his hips, earning a mild glare from Google, before peppering you with light kisses. “Just so…” His fingers flexed, digging into your hips. “So right.”

“Agreed.” Google’s hands slid down to meet Bing’s on your hips. “Now, are you ready?” He didn’t really wait for a response before slowly lifting you, dragging you along their dicks. You gasped, the tight movement setting all your nerves alight. He lowered you now, both androids giving a soft moan in each of your ears. The first few thrusts were slow, Bing leaving a litany of soft compliments, “amazing, gorgeous, wonderful, -god- perfect, beautiful.” Google however was detailed, low in your other ear. “Every shift I can feel the way your tight muscle slides past mine, how each of our nerve endings light up with pleasure and how it makes our want for you build.”

Google shifted his hold, both he and Bing supporting you at just the right height as they used their hips now, their caution lessening as they sped up. Bing’s words were beginning to fall apart, devolving into positive moans and whines. Google wasn’t quite so far gone, but his words were a near rumbling growl. “Good girl, you take us so well.”

The feeling of stretch was still there, you were fairly certain you were at capacity, but you didn’t care. They filled you, the thrust of their dicks deep inside hitting all the right spots sending sparks through your system. Their words helped drive you further, your muscles valiantly trying to tighten even when there was no room to do so. You trembled and whined, unable to even squirm as you orgasmed around them.

Bing’s hold was deteriorating, his thrusts more erratic, rhythm no longer matching Google’s. “So tight,” He whimpered as he pushed himself sharply into you, coming deep inside. You could feel the warmth spread and move as Google still did, his own digital groan joining Bing’s whine as his hips stuttered. He pulled you down tight finally, all three of you pushed as close as you could be, as his cum joined Bing’s, the liquid filling the space that wasn’t occupied by their dicks.

You clung to both of them as you slowly came down from your high. It was difficult to, each of their slight movements sending new little tingles through your body. Google hummed, pleased. “You fit us as if made for it. We will do this again.” He shifted more purposefully, wringing a gasp from both you and Bing. “Though later. You will need time to readjust. Humans are so delicate.”

47 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

Kinktober day 8

voice kink/begging The Host, gender neutral reader

“The Reader’s hands caress across their thighs.” The Host’s voice was a low rumble from where he sat that sent shivers up your spine. You loved hearing it narrate what you were doing. He didn’t try to use his control over you often anymore, simply satisfied to experience you as you were. “They work their fingers along the edge of their underwear, sliding it down to expose more of their skin.” You were taking your time on purpose, letting his voice simply wash over you.

“The Reader stops teasing at their hip to slide upwards to their shirt, slowly lifting it. They drag it over their head before setting it aside.” He smiles softly at his next words. “They look at the Host, admiring him.” He was in narrating mode, so it was simply an observation of the truth. “They shift how they sit, leaning closer to him. Their fingertips ghost along their lips, their mind on just where those lips could go.” You watched the Host shift at the echoes of those thoughts. You had wondered just how much he could pick up from you if you tried hard enough.

“The Reader’s hands return to their skin, trailing along their chest and stomach, fingers returning to the edge of their underwear. They stop.” He frowned. “Their hands slide past to touch their thighs again. The Host is suspecting the Reader is teasing him on purpose.” You couldn’t help the soft laugh at that. He wasn’t completely wrong. “The Reader’s hands come back to their underwear, finally pulling them down, displaying themselves for the Host.”

“Their hands give one slow stroke to their arousal before sliding back up their body.” His next words were deeper, born of his frustration. “The Reader comes closer.” You found yourself compelled to step nearer to him.

Your upset frown was fake, you enjoyed driving him this far. “You promised you’d give up control.”

He took a long, deep breath, centering himself. “The Host is apologetic, but the Reader is being overly teasing.” He gestured with his hands for you to come even closer.

You obliged, but still stayed just shy of his reach. “You have such a wonderful voice I just want to keep doing things to keep you talking.”

“Then let me tell you what to do, my audience.” He leaned forward, reaching out and trailing the barest tips of his fingers across your hip. “It is the Host’s job to guide you to your purpose.”

You shook your head. “No.” You leaned forward to kiss his lips, melting the frown away. His hands came up to cradle your backside. You broke the kiss with a smile. “Let me.”

The Host sighed fondly, taking up his narration once more. “The Reader’s kiss lingered on the Host’s lips as they continued to tease him.” You couldn’t help the smirk at his frustration. “Their hands finally began to work at the Host’s coat, undoing the buttons. They are being agonizingly slow about it, likely wishing to hear the Host talk about each button individually… But it is not the buttons that has the Host’s attention, it is the way their nimble fingers work and how he wishes they would use them on himself.”

“Now the Reader kneels before him as they reach further down, getting the very last of the buttons. They push it aside, considering the shirt before them. The Host wishes he had worn something a little less complicated.” He huffs a small sigh. “At least now the Reader is grazing his skin as they work on the new set of buttons, getting ever so closer to what he wishes to have.” His hands brush delicately across your arms and shoulders, keeping generally out of your way. “The Reader moves his shirt aside to admire the skin revealed, letting their hands skate across his body.” His voice trembled slightly, anticipation obvious on his face. You loved how you could get him like this, how each new modulation in his voice made your body begin to burn with a need for him.

The Host’s smile widened. “The Reader wants him, needs him. Perhaps they will allow him to oblige?” You lean forward, ignoring his cajoling. “Now their mouth is exploring the planes of his body, lips trailing along his ribcage up to his pecs.” His hands slid up your back into your hair, but being mindful not to tug or bind. “Their mouth covers their nipple and… Ah... t-their tongue flicks across it.” He squirmed under the attention, but still valiantly narrating. “Their other hand teases the Host’s other bud, r-rolling it.” He swallowed another gasp, fingers digging into your scalp. “Their hands relax on the attention, working at the Host’s pants.”

You back down from teasing his chest to concentrate on the task at hand. “The Host is left without their attention once more, waiting in anticipation as the Reader works his pants open. They tug his underwear down, looking with lust upon his interested cock.” You grin, purposefully changing tactics. “They for some reason leave him untouched, instead running their hands along his clothed thighs. Their fingers do massage nicely, pressing closer and closer to their final goal.” He was beginning to sound a bit frustrated. “The Reader leans forward, but not to put their mouth where it should go, but instead to nip at his hips, hands resting on the top of his thighs now. They b-bite down, making him want them all the more.” He rolled his hips up against your mouth, a soft moan punctuating his sentence.

That alone made you tremble a little, so you relented to his words. “The Reader’s hand finally strokes the Host’s erection, their mouth leaving soft kisses along his stomach. Their movements are slow and pleasurable, but so agonizing. They know what he wants and are being a tease about it.” You couldn’t help a soft laugh against his skin, still not quite giving in. “Their strokes somehow get even slower, which the Host wasn’t sure was even possible.” You looked up at him, enjoying the mix of pleasure and consternation across his face. “The Host… asks. Please.” He looked down at you to meet your stare with his bandages. While he might not be able to see directly, you knew he could still watch you all the same. “The Host wants… no, needs the Reader’s attention.” His next words were soft. “I need my audience.”

“As long as you continue to talk.” You leave one last soft kiss against his hip.

He gasps softly before trying to narrate. “T-The Reader’s mouth finally wraps around his dick, slowly sinking down, surrounding him in their warmth. Their tongue -ah- undulates against the underside, coaxing him further down the path of pleasure.” His dick twitched in your mouth, and you could tell he was trying very hard not to push you further down on him. “Their pace is still slow as they begin to move, their,” he gasped again, “their trickster tongue finding the sensitive underside of his tip.” You couldn’t help but squirm a little where you knelt, his words dripping with lust, each interruption in his speech caused by your touches.

“The Host finds that they are turned on by his words just as seductive, so he continues to t-try and narrate as the Reader dips down again, adding a b-bit of suction this time.” His hips involuntarily twitched upward, causing you to moan around him. “The vibrations of their voice echoes through him, adding more fire to his nerves. The Reader coaxes him to move with them, purposefully m-moaning around him this time.” His fingers tightened in your hair as he lost his words for a short moment as you worked. “The Host is pulled deeper into their mouth... mm... so that he is completely inside.” It was a gift the Host had inadvertently given you, having proclaimed you had no gag reflex once. “The Reader bobs, moving… faster…” His words were clipped, his concentration on narration difficult to maintain with your mouth. “His p-pleasure is building. He-” he gasped, pulling you down on him reflexively as he came down your throat. “T-the Reader s-swallows around the Host, ah, dragging his orgasm out.” You whine around him, getting him to twitch in your mouth again. “Their tongue drags across s-sensitive flesh as they pull free, leaving fire in their wake.”

As soon as you are free he hauls you up for a sharp kiss. “The Host will take his control back and return the favor. The Reader has no need to worry, he won’t stop talking them through it.”

47 notes - Posted October 8, 2022