Daddy’s Droid Ch. 03

Saturday on the down-stroke they folded back out of sight. She still had a blank look on her face, her eyes wide and unfocused, and I asked her if she was okay. She just grunted, and nodded her head. She certainly seemed to be getting the hang of it – she started picking up speed, her hair flying and her compact little breasts jiggling, until pretty soon she was leaping like a monkey-on-a-stick.

And, finally, her mouth clicked back into gear: “Yeah… ahh… fuck… meeeee… please… uhhh… DON’T… augghh!… STOP!!” Which wasn’t up to me – I wasn’t doing anything but lying back and enjoying myself. Her legs were pumping fiercely, and she began to stiffen and shudder. “Oh… my… God… Tracie!… I can… feel it… you’re… I can… feel you… cumming… so much…” She gasped, as she arched her back again. “Whoa… whoa… OHHMYGOD!!”

Then her eyes rolled back and she fainted forward on top of me, her fall cushioned by our tits.

“Wow,” said Daddy.

I giggled. “She’s still…”

“I Osmanbey travesti guessed,” said Daddy, as he stroked Adele’s trembling butt – her pussy was in overdrive, trying to milk my imitation cock of its hot, simulated cum. Some of the excess was flooding down my flanks. “You really did come,” he added, in amazement. “You’re just full of surprises.”

“And cum,” I laughed. The truth is I was mostly surprised that I’d taken so well to my new skill.

While we waited for Adele to come back to planet earth, me and Daddy shared a bit of tongue. When she finally came around, she was still impaled on my rigid dick, and too spent to do anything about it; so Daddy lifted her free, and gave her a hug.

“Ready to go home, now?”

“Yes, please,” was her dreamy answer.

He turned to me with a smile, and said, “Can you, um, take that thing off?”

“Yeah, well, the thing is – I don’t know how. Maybe if you…”

Daddy nodded. “Time to take off the dildo now, Tracie,” he ordered.

That Osmanbey travestileri did the trick. The solution simply appeared in my head. Turned out, it was designed so that my owner could do it without my help. I shucked off my costume, and then pushed a finger through my bellybutton to hit the thing’s release switch. It drooped limply onto my belly as my hard-on deflated, and then I could feel the links disconnect inside me. Nothing to it.

Adele lives on the next street over – actually, there’s only a couple of estates between us. (As you’ll have guessed by now, Daddy has buckets of money. Everyone around here does.) Anyhow, there’s a trail we used to sneak back and forth – it turns out it’s real easy to bribe guard dogs. But Adele wasn’t exactly up for the walk just then, and so after we’d cleaned her up and dressed her, Daddy got dressed himself and drove her around the long way.

I used the time during the brief intermission to take my delayed shower – you have Travesti osmanbey no idea how refreshing a total body sluicing can be. I briefly re-installed my dildo, just for the occasion. At some level, my programming told me I had to keep my tools serviced.

By the time Daddy got back, I had the dong back in its drawer and my leash on. “ARRR,” he said, when he saw me.

After some more buccaneering fun, we finished up just snuggling together until almost two. Daddy was half asleep – when I told him I was getting ‘sleepy’, he just murmured, “G’night, sweetie.” I slipped out of bed and into my closet, where my chair was waiting. I sat down on my cable probe and smiled as it eased into me. All in all, it had been a busy day…

* * *

And then my core heater was suddenly in my pussy, and both probes were sliding out of me. In a heartbeat (not that I still had one) it was now early morning, and I was alone, although I could hear Daddy snoring behind the door.

I considered jumping back in bed with him, but he needed his sleep. And although Adele had said I wouldn’t be quite so horny during the daytime, I knew if I got back in the sack I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself. What to do, then? Later I could make him some breakfast… perhaps ‘coffee, tea or me’? But in the meantime…

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