ASSUME THE POSITION Characters: Rose of Sharon Cassidy; Fisto Kink: Robot sex Brief summary: Cass has sex with Fisto.
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What the fuck was she doing?
The question went through Cass' mind over and over again, even though she knew damn well what she was doing. She'd gone to the Atomic Wrangler, paid a not unreasonable amount of caps and was even now walking up a set of stairs to her private room so she could have sex with a robot.
The better question was probably why the fuck she was doing this.
Curiosity, mostly. She'd never been pounded by a machine before and she'd been just drunk enough yesterday to feel like maybe finding out what it was like, especially since the Courier sometimes talked fondly of her test drive of the thing. 'Course, she was sober today.
Cass reached her little rented room and quickly got inside, the heavy tread of Fisto the robot prostitute behind her.
"So, guess this is it," Cass said, trying and failing to keep her eyes from wandering towards the bed.
"Affirmative, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME," the tall, hard, black phallic robot replied. "How may I please?"
"The name's Cass," Cass said. "And I'm not rightly sure."
"ERROR: RELEVANT VOICE FILE NOT FOUND. I am sorry, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME. How may I please?"
Cass sighed. This was getting off to a great start. "Well, what can you do?"
Fisto held up its right claw. The claw retracted to be replaced by a large selection of black vibrators and dildos. Cass' eyes grew wide just trying to take them all in. Some looked regular enough, others were weirdly spiked or had rotating sections. Several of them were big enough to put Long Dick Johnson to shame.
"You're not gonna use all of those at once, are you?" Cass asked.
"You have not paid enough caps for the full service, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME. However, you may select any one."
"That one," said Cass, pointing at a jutting vibrator that was a tad on the large side (but not ludicrously so) and was just ribbed enough to look interesting.
"Certainly, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME," said Fisto, retracting all the toys Cass hadn't picked. "Please assume the position and we shall begin."
"Right," said Cass.
Still not quite believing she was actually going through with this, Cass stripped out of her clothes and took place on the bed. She went down on hands and knees, presenting her behind to the black fucking machine.
"Where would you like the insertion, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME?" Fisto asked, lowering his arm.
"The pussy," Cass said hurriedly. "Definitely just the pussy."
Assume The Position (1/2)
Characters: Rose of Sharon Cassidy; Fisto
Kink: Robot sex
Brief summary: Cass has sex with Fisto.
* * * * *
What the fuck was she doing?
The question went through Cass' mind over and over again, even though she knew damn well what she was doing. She'd gone to the Atomic Wrangler, paid a not unreasonable amount of caps and was even now walking up a set of stairs to her private room so she could have sex with a robot.
The better question was probably why the fuck she was doing this.
Curiosity, mostly. She'd never been pounded by a machine before and she'd been just drunk enough yesterday to feel like maybe finding out what it was like, especially since the Courier sometimes talked fondly of her test drive of the thing. 'Course, she was sober today.
Cass reached her little rented room and quickly got inside, the heavy tread of Fisto the robot prostitute behind her.
"So, guess this is it," Cass said, trying and failing to keep her eyes from wandering towards the bed.
"Affirmative, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME," the tall, hard, black phallic robot replied. "How may I please?"
"The name's Cass," Cass said. "And I'm not rightly sure."
"ERROR: RELEVANT VOICE FILE NOT FOUND. I am sorry, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME. How may I please?"
Cass sighed. This was getting off to a great start. "Well, what can you do?"
Fisto held up its right claw. The claw retracted to be replaced by a large selection of black vibrators and dildos. Cass' eyes grew wide just trying to take them all in. Some looked regular enough, others were weirdly spiked or had rotating sections. Several of them were big enough to put Long Dick Johnson to shame.
"You're not gonna use all of those at once, are you?" Cass asked.
"You have not paid enough caps for the full service, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME. However, you may select any one."
"That one," said Cass, pointing at a jutting vibrator that was a tad on the large side (but not ludicrously so) and was just ribbed enough to look interesting.
"Certainly, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME," said Fisto, retracting all the toys Cass hadn't picked. "Please assume the position and we shall begin."
"Right," said Cass.
Still not quite believing she was actually going through with this, Cass stripped out of her clothes and took place on the bed. She went down on hands and knees, presenting her behind to the black fucking machine.
"Where would you like the insertion, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME?" Fisto asked, lowering his arm.
"The pussy," Cass said hurriedly. "Definitely just the pussy."
"As you wish, INSERT CUSTOMER NAME."