Play People 1/2
#1 of Play People
Play People 1/2
Standard warnings: This is porn, if you read it, that means you're surely looking for stroking material (you've found it), likely a pervert (but who isn't?) and possibly a furry (seek medical help), so if you suddenly find yourself perusing boners and jism, don't make like you were expecting Pride and Prejudice. I don't have any description of the protagonist in this story. Do you guys like that to get into it more, or is it better to have a more solid grounding for the fictional guy who is helping you blow your loads? I'll stick a description into the second part of the story if it seems like that's what people want. Also, this is marked as a two part story, but if it's popular, I have an idea for a third that I think would be pretty hot.
I took a deep breath and tried to contain my excitement. I knew what was waiting for me just outside of my apartment, and had been ticking the days off the calendar for the last 14 days. I swung the front door open.
"Hello sir. This address is listed as the residence of Peter Welch, is that correct?" The large figure standing before me was a discretely dressed helper. The thick coat and baggy pants she was wearing obscured most of her uniquely shaped body, a hood covering her head and face. She stood at 6'4" at least. Exactly 6'4" actually. Those were her in her specs when I had ordered custom two weeks earlier. I took a moment to drink in the situation and had to worked to keep my excitement under control before I spoke.
"Yeah, that's me. Ah... come in?" After a few signatures and an identity verification, I closed apartment door behind myself, and tried to let my guard down a bit. Having this sort of... "companion" style helper would get me some odd looks from neighbors. As if none of them had ever considered it. As he walked across the room and turned to face me, I simply stared. She smiled warmly back from under the hood of her jacket hood and waited patiently, eyes fixed on me. After maybe 30 uncomfortable seconds of this, it became clear that I was expected to break the ice.
"Ahm... so... how am I supposed to start this?" God. This was nothing more than a fancy doll and I had somehow managed to get awkward with it. Helpers are largely biological constructs and can simulate personalities very well, but ultimately not truly conscious or aware. As you might imagine, they're popular for those that can afford them.
"Sir, I am your custom model personal helper, ordered from PLateks LLC I have been outfitted with features as per your specifications which cannot be user modified post production, and am running on a base personality, which can be. Based on reactions, I will modify my own personality automatically unless given instructions to do otherwise. Within the limits of the federal and local laws, I will obey your given orders. A full guide of operations is available both in the documentation included with earlier mailings and online at our company website." Again, there was the warm smile and the uncanny patience as she waited for further instruction. Could a smile be disingenuous if there weren't any hidden feelings behind it? At least she wasn't using her
"Strip. I want to see you naked." She undressed slowly, starting by pulling the jacket's hood back, revealing a vaguely cat shaped head, with large, triangular ears. Her skin was a very nearly a milk white, with just a twinge of pink. Its dull sheen revealed it to be an organic latex rather than anything natural. Why bother with something natural when you can do one better, I had thought to myself when initially making the order. Her eyes were an electric blue, and keenly intense. She kept them fixed on me through everything. In a single motion, she turned from me and unzipped the jacket, sliding smoothly out of it and letting it slump to the floor. She turned to face me again, and displayed her breasts, each perfectly rounded, and nearly the size of her head. Her chest and belly were a darker maroon, and her waist was heavily rounded. I swallowed hard and continued to watch.
Pausing only to look up at me for a moment flash a sultry grin, she slid her pants down. My breath caught in my throat for a moment. Her legs were digitigrade, thick and very powerful looking. Her tail was thick and long, snakelike, but ending in a bulb. Between her legs though... well, I've always thought of herms in the terms "she" and "her" for some reason. A thick, veined cock hung between her legs, covered in ridges and dimples. Oversized balls hung weightily behind the massive tool, almost the size of my fists.
I shed my clothes in roughly a tenth of the time she had and pulled her into my bedroom. Looking up into her eyes and searching for spark of consciousness, I was met with something eerily close, off by just the barest measure. For some reason I found this hot as hell. I reached out and cupped one of her large breasts in my hand, feeling its weight, and the utterly smooth, slightly chilled sensation of latex. I squeezed, and felt the firm resistance that kept orbs of that size supported. Taking hold of her hand, I pulled her toward myself and both of us down onto my bed.
"Bind my hands up above my head," I ordered. "Also, let's try to keep the noise at a reasonable level, I do have neighbors." I'm incredibly subby typically, but at this point I was too horny to try to maintain an illusion of who was the master and who was the slave.
"Yes sir." Her voice was thick like syrup, but as smooth as her skin. It was powerful, but controlled and calculated. She took my wrists and held them with surprising strength at the bar connecting the posts of my bed and started licking them. Within seconds, a coat of latex neatly covered my hands and the bar, hardening almost instantly. "Unless you are much stronger than you look, sir, I don't believe you will be able to remove that yourself." For a moment, I closed my eyes and struggled against the bindings, and groaned with satisfaction as they held solidly. The coating bent and twisted just a bit, but my hands were encased and useless, attached to the head of the bed until she released them. I felt my erection pulse painfully hard, and I twisted hard, grinding myself against the bed, trying to get more stimulation.
"Get hard now," I heard myself say. This was going to be amazing, I could already feel it. I glanced down my body and saw the helper's imposing figure looming over me. Her cock bobbed into an erect position, the nubs and ridges and textures on the engorged member becoming clearly visible. "I want you to be turned on by the thought of fucking me. I want my body to be the one thing that gets you off. I want you to barely be able to resist screwing me on the spot." My awkwardness had passed completely by this point. The more I got used to the idea of a helper and its inability to judge or care, the more comfortable I got with telling her exactly what I wanted. It or her? I wondered idly for a moment.
"Do you want me to resist, sir?" She leaned in close, her face nearly touching mine, and I felt her tool pressed in against my stomach. I was nearly climaxing then and there, but was pinned under her weight and by my hand bindings.
"I... no, don't resist. Just ahm... that thing is fairly lar*AAHH*!" I was cut off as I felt my thighs pushed apart and the head of the helper's cock begin to press into me. "That's big," I said breathlessly.
"I can adjust the size as needed," the helper purred, but I simply shook my head. The eerie smile on the helper seemed to widen just a bit, and I felt her hands grasp me firmly by the waist. Ooze began to run down between my cheeks from a lubricant her nether regions must have begun to excrete. "Yes sir. One," she moved her hands down to just above my thighs and her hold around my waist tightened a bit. "Two," her face pressed down toward mine, and she shifted, arching her back and preparing to push forward, while the weight of her torso and breasts pressed down on me. "Three," she hissed a whisper into my ear. She simply stared then, unblinking, into my eyes, grin nearly splitting her face in two. I began to open my mouth to say something, but at that moment, she thrust forward and impaled herself fully on my frame in a single, forceful movement. The surprise made me wheeze away the breath that I tried to call out with a moment later; the pain made my eyes water and back arch. After a moment of being held in that position, I simply managed to sputter "B-big."
"Yes, sir. Big. Perhaps I'll be bigger in the future, if you would prefer that. Shall I continue? It seems like you would enjoy something slow at first." The lubricant used by these helpers helped to promote stretching and prevent injury, but I was still reeling from what felt like a train that had been driven into me.
"Slow... yes, I like it slow. Would it even be possible to fit anything bigger in without splitting me in half?" I asked. The pain quickly subsided, the pressure she was creating within me pushing out against my body from within. It felt positively lovely, extending almost up to my ribs, significantly further than I would think possible.
"Yes, sir, by quite a bit." The emphasis she placed was palpable. "Plasticity of your body is increased drastically when exposed to the oils and compounds I am able to produce." Slowly, patiently, she began to pull out, every dimple and bump, every ridge and crevice on her cock apparent. Before she had finished pulling back even the first stroke, I felt my mind melting away into a lustful state of bliss. "Please tell me if you would like me to stop, sir." She pressed back in again almost as slowly, and I felt dimples nudging against my prostate, each one taking me just a tick closer to orgasm. Her round belly slid up and down against the bottom of my cock, sliding smoothly on the precum I was providing. She repeated this again, and again, my ability to keep from coming dying away slowly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge that I lived for. "There," I gasped. "Just stop there for a minute." I gasped for breath, slowly returning from the brink of orgasm.
"Sir," her eyes almost seemed to narrow with suspicion, though her ever present smile was untouched, "you were about to come; is something the matter? I don't see any indication of pain or discomfort."
"It's fine, you can start up slowly again... just like before." Again, she started the slow fuck, and I could feel the tension building back. "This is perfect. Nothing is wrong," I hissed with pleasure, and she drove herself into me again. "I just love that moment before I come. The moment that leads up to the orgasm. After I come, all the fun is over." I arched my back, pressing toward her as she slid into me, resuming her rhythm.
"You don't want to come?" she asked.
"Wanting to come is part of it, more than actually coming. The expectation from being just a second away. That's what I want. The possibility of some unexpected surprise pushing me over the edge." As if to punctuate my sentence, she broke from her slow routine for a moment to pull almost entirely out of me, only to ram herself in further than she had so far, balls slapping heavily against me. The sheer force of it sent a gob of precum from the tip of my cock up onto my chest. I started to call out in surprise, but felt her powerful hand clamp my muzzle shut, turning it into a splutter. "You said we should keep things quiet, sir," she said matter-of-factly, expression never changing, and released her grip slowly.
"Unexpected things, yes... that was really good." I had almost come from that. "I just, *AHH*, never have *AHHH*, the willpower to keep NNNNGH from coming for that long." Her thrusts were speeding up, and with each one, my mind blurred a bit with pleasure, breaking up my sentences. "The longer I go without *AHHHH* the better it feels." It had been three days since I had been laid, and hadn't gone off since. This felt fantastic.
"I see, sir..." She continued to pump me. Beyond simple exhaustion, my will power was at this point utterly sapped. "You're about to come, sir. May I assume that at the end of our sessions you want me to come as well?" I ignored her, too caught up in my own pleasure, which she seemed to take as a "yes." Her movements became more deliberate, and her hold around my waist vice like. The thrusts were no longer slow and constant, but quick, and punctuated by increasingly lengthy pauses. With each forward motion, I felt my insides bulge, and heavy, tennis ball sized testicles bounce off of my ass. With one final thrust, I felt the member within me pulse and expand. She ground against me and forced me back against the head of the bed in as she came. The last of my self control was well past spent, and I focused on the sensation of the impending burst of pleasure.
The orgasm had been building for longer than any I could remember, the relief of release and pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave. Sensing this, she clamped my muzzle shut again, as I convulsed with sheer extacy, shouting into my own clamped mouth. Within me, I felt as if her tool had tapped some high pressure water main. I covered my own chest with line after line of hot spunk until I was utterly spent. I felt waves of burning semen pumping into me, the helper grunting with each further burst. My body had been pushed well beyond its typical capacity for pleasure, but the rhythmic massage of her last strokes forced some hidden reserves from me before she stopped.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she came to rest, cock still buried in me, but beginning to lose her erection. I lay on the bed, gasping for breath as if I had completed a marathon, but the helper's composure was as demure and pleasant as ever. "Hold still, sir, this will help you feel better in the morning." Puzzled, I watched as she prepared to pull out of me, and positioned her tail beneath her. As she withdrew, I felt the bulbed end of her tail slide into me, and expand just within. There was a popping sensation, and she got up from the bed, beaming down at me with half lidded eyes. A predatory look crossed her face for a moment, seeming to bask in the glow of a conquest. I cleared my throat and gestured with my head toward my hands, still bound, and she went to work freeing them. After a few moments, she had reabsorbed the latex bindings and my hands were free.
Feeling between my legs, I found myself plugged, the soft latex flesh of the helper merging seamlessly with my own. "What the hell is this?!" I demanded. My stomach was visibly bulging from the massive amount of liquid trapped within me, and I could feel a vague slosh with each movement.
"I can remove it if you wish, sir. It will come free on its own within 8 hours, allowing you to absorb the solution I left. It will help to restore the hormones and energy spent tonight, otherwise it could be days before your potential level of enjoyment would equal that of tonight." Her eyes were just a little bit too wide open when she smiled, I realized. It was a subtle thing and looked very vaguely psychotic. Combined with her size, it made her fairly intimidating. I liked it. "Ok..." I replied uncertainly. "Do you... sleep? I'm going to head in for the night."
She seemed to positively glow that I didn't voice any objections, and honestly, I was beginning to feel a warm, pleasant feeling from inside that reassured me. In response to my question, she slipped into bed and waited, expectantly. After a moment of hesitation, I switched off the lights and got in next to her. She pulled me into a spooning position, and I felt her curves along my back. "I didn't think a helper could be so forward without permission," I said softly. "You do have to do what I tell you, don't you?"
"I'm modifying my personality based on your responses, sir. Based on them, you seem to enjoy being controlled. You can modify it directly if you like or if I'm mistaken." She waited a moment for a response, but continued when I gave none. "It seems like you enjoy my being dominant, but I'm not able to defy orders without your permission or instruction to do so." She wrapped her arms around me possessively. "For example, you ordered that I find you, and exclusively you, sexually appealing, and that I be barely able to control the lust I feel for you. That is now the case. I look forward to experimenting further, and incorporating what I've learned tonight into future sessions. Sir." She emphasized the last word mockingly, and gave me a squeeze for emphasis, pressing her oversized breasts against my back and cock between my legs, protruding beneath my own and dwarfing it.
Despite the oddness of the situation, the combination of my exhaustion, the comfort of being held and the growing warmth of the solution the helper had plugged inside of me, I slept.
Continuations of this as soon as I get horny enough to write another, guys! Comment if you liked or with thoughts/suggestions, please. ^^