Hello board,
This story just kind of flew out of my fingers over the last couple of days. It'll be a short one, just two parts. Part I is ready and hopefully it's not too long before I post the conclusion but figured I could go ahead and post the first part now. I hope you enjoy it!
dnld0118
Reclining in the back of the stretch limo, one long bare caramel-hued leg crossed over another, Rita Garrison was living her best life. With a toned flat stomach, huge tits, and curvy hips, the tall gorgeous woman was the undisputed best sexfighter in the world. A former stripper and high-end escort, she briefly considered a career in porn before becoming initiated into the world of sexfighting and since then she'd never looked back. She had never lost, though there were close calls, the last one being a 2 on 1 fight that resulted in her biggest payday yet. But right now, she was on her way to an even bigger one, a prize that would let her retire and never have to worry about work for the rest of her life.
After the limo came to a stop, a waiting attendant opened the door and she gracefully emerged from the vehicle. Despite his professionalism, the usher couldn't completely suppress his desire at seeing the spectacular vision in front of him. Clad in her cleavage and midriff-baring halter top and short shorts, Rita caught the stare but didn't mind. In fact, she welcomed it, knowing the effect that her body had on men and women. While waiting for her bags to unload and transfer onto the waiting yacht, Rita strode over to the railing overlooking the sea to stand and soak in the sun.
To her right, stood one of the biggest yachts she had ever seen. From her vantage point, she could make out the captain's bridge, a pool deck that was at least 20 feet above deck level, and a fully outfitted gym, all with unfettered views of the warm, inviting Caribbean Sea. She had no doubt that more luxuries awaited inside and couldn't wait to explore the ship. When the attendant walked over to her, she knew that was her signal to board the ship. She knew that normal protocol was for guests to board the ship before the luggage but the instructions on her invitation were clear that she should wait before boarding.
The thought of the invitation gave her heart a little jump. It came to her in the mail a week ago and she almost threw it away thinking it was junk or a scam. But the weight and quality of the paper were evident the second her fingers brushed against the envelope and knew that no scam would use such expensive materials. She tossed the rest of her mail into the bin before examining it. The return address did not bear a name, only a PO Box. The lettering was all gold against a cream background, almost like a wedding invitation.
Curious, she opened the envelope carefully. For some reason, she didn't want to tear this one. Peeking out of the flap was a single black heavy post card with the monogram of Henry James, the richest man in the world. Rita remember gasping when she saw the famous symbol, known around the world and seemingly unavoidable to anyone's eyes. Quicker now, she pulled the card out and for the first time read the words that she grew to memorize by heart:
Dear Rita,
Big fan. I understand the will it takes to be truly great. But do you have what it takes to overcome your greatest challenger ever? Come to Smyrna, my island, and find out what you're really capable of.
Best,
HJ
And under the words was a number so large that she knew she couldn't say no. Truly an offer she couldn't refuse. The back of the postcard had a QR code that provided her instructions on how to get to Henry's private island. A stretch limo picked her up from her house in her upscale neighborhood, took her to a private airfield an hour out of town where she boarded a private jet, and then to another limo that brought her here to the yacht.
For Rita, these circumstances weren't entirely unusual. As her success grew, so did her fame and notoriety, and plenty of rich men and women had engaged her services to see her compete sexually. Sometimes it was against one of their wives or girlfriends, sometimes it was another girl from the sexfighting circuit. She'd taken on all comers and in all types of places, land, sea and air, and had won each time. But never had she been surrounded by this much pomp and luxury and never was the payout so large.
As she started to climb the gangplank, she finally started to think about her opponent. She'd been so caught up with logistics and the money, she didn't even think about who she was facing, which was unusual. The note said her "greatest challenger", who could that possibly be? She was certain that anybody who was that good was someone who would've come across her radar by now. Like anybody on top, she worked hard to keep track of any and all potential threats because there was always someone ready to take her down.
She shook her head as she reached the top of the gangplank and decided to worry about it when the time came. For now, it was time to relax and enjoy the trip. The instructions stated it would take approximately 24 hours before the yacht reached their destination and she wanted to take that time to really explore the pleasures on board.
And of course, the first thing she saw was a beautiful, brunette, almost as tall as herself, with huge tits, slim waist and long legs. She wore a hat indicating she was the captain, a tight white polo shirt that practically hugged her tits, and white short shorts that showed off her curves and legs. Both women smiled widely as the captain welcomed Rita onboard and offered her a drink from a tray that was held by an attendant. Also a brunette, and also as equally gorgeous as the captain.
Rita felt her heart rate pick up as the sight of the two amazing creatures made her think about all the fun things one can do for the next 24 hours. For the next few minutes, she shamelessly tried to flirt with the captain and the attendant but was surprised that the beautiful women maintained a professional attitude which ended with the captain returning to the bridge to prepare for departure and the attendant offering to take her on a tour of the yacht. Rita shrugged it off, figuring it was the mark of true professionals who were paid to act professionally. Clearly Henry James paid for, and expected, the best of his employees.
As she was walking around the yacht, Rita couldn't help thinking about the captain. Something about that conversation was off. She was so deep in her thoughts, she barely processed the tour and perfunctorily nodded her head as the attendant described the various amenities on board such as the multiple pools, massage room, movie theater, strip club complete with stripper pole and champagne room, and the subsurface viewing area that offered up close and personal views of life under the sea surface.
It was only after she was shown to her massive stateroom and left alone by the attendant, did it hit her. Standing on her balcony, looking out on to the sea, Rita realized what was bothering her. Not once, not one time, did the captain check her out! In fact, neither had the attendant!
The dark-haired, caramel-skinned beauty seethed at the thought. Okay, sure, the women were professional, the women were straight, whatever, but there was no way in hell that a living breathing human being did not ogle her at first sight! She was so mad, she briefly considered making a scene and asking to be let off the ship, and to hell with the prize money!
The thought of the prize money quickly brought the rational part of Rita's mind back to life. Calming down, Rita reasoned this was all possibly part of a ploy by her host to mess with her head and attack her confidence prior to her sexfight. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Psychological warfare was as big a part of sexfighting as the physical part. She just didn't recognize it at first because she'd never seen it on this scale before. She chuckled while figuratively tipping her hat to Henry, he knew how to play the game but she knew how to win!
Feeling better and now more confident that she needed to keep better track of her surroundings, Rita decided it was time to explore. The first thing that called for was a drink and, luckily, she remembered the way to the bar. She quickly changed into a strapless maxi dress and didn't bother with underwear. It was easy to take off and maybe someone would take advantage. On the way to her destination, another odd thing occurred to her. For a ship of this size, there was hardly any crew. In fact, aside from the captain and the attendant, she had yet to see anyone else. Normally, a ship like this required scores of personnel to maintain and operate but so far she'd seen no one and they'd already pushed off to sea.
Arriving at the bar she saw, of course, another gorgeous brunette standing behind the counter. Rita shook her head at the sight. The bartender looked so much like the attendant, that Rita wouldn't be surprised to learn if they were sisters or twins. Hearing her approach, the bartender gave Rita a welcoming sign while maintaining eye contact with only Rita's eyes. Now on to the game, Rita didn't react and instead provided a warm smile in return and kindly asked for a gin and tonic.
While the bartender turned around to prepare her drink, Rita took the time to observe the fantastic body, practically bursting out of the uniform. She thought about the captain and attendant and what a shame it was that all that talent was going to waste. Her loins began to stir at the thought of being trapped on this huge ship with all of these gorgeous women and not being able to fuck at least one of them.
Just when she wondered if this was another gamesmanship tactic by Henry, she heard the footfalls of another person approaching. She turned her head to the direction of the sound and saw a stunning redhead sashaying right to her. Rita's mouth ran dry as she drank in this wondrous sight for sore eyes. The curly redheaded amazon wore a skimpy red bikini that barely covered her pussy and only had a couple of extremely thin strings that looped past her wide hips. Her bikini top strained to contain the massive tits that strained against the fabric and the lightly freckled skin that framed the gorgeous face with the warm, inviting green eyes was a vision of perfection!
The woman, who Rita guessed was her height, sat at the stool next to hers, and stared deeply into her brown eyes. Rita's body responded immediately. Her breasts swelled, her nipples began to firm up, her breathing shortened, and she could even feel a hint of wetness between her legs. The women eyed each others' bodies with frank appraisal and both wordlessly indicated they liked what they saw. Rita saw the woman's body responding to hers in the same way and knew her prayers were answered. After a minute of this wordless flirting, the girl finally spoke:
"Hi! I'm Carrie and Mr. James asked me to to see to your every need and make sure you are adequately entertained for our long journey."
Rita gave a huge smile and knew exactly what that meant. Both women leaned their mouths towards each other and quickly locked their lips in a long, hungry kiss. After several minutes, Rita lightly pulled on to Carrie's hair to free their lip lock and began to taste the redhead's succulent flesh along her jaw, neck, and collarbone before putting her face into the deep valley between Carrie's amazing tits. She kissed and licked every inch of bare flesh, running her tongue against the edge of her bikini, eliciting a constant series of moans from her new friend.
Several minutes later, she felt her own hair being lightly pulled on and directing her head and lips back to Carrie's waiting pair where they resumed their deep, tongue-twisting kiss.
When it was time to come up for air, they stared deeply into each other's eyes while catching their breath. Out of the corner of her eye, Rita could see the bartender, her back turned to the action, just cleaning glasses and seeming to ignore the sexy scene. Finding the scene weird, Rita was ready for a change of scenery. Luckily, Carrie took the opportunity to speak.
"How about a massage?".
"Sounds amazing, but what if the masseuse shows up?".
Carrie smiled and replied, "I am the masseuse."
That was enough for Rita, who grabbed Carrie's hand as the redhead led the pair towards the massage room. Normally getting there from the bar only took a couple of minutes but this time it took the pair 15 minutes. First Rita attacked Carrie from behind and roughly kissed her against the wall while discarding the redhead's bikini. A few minutes later it was Carrie's turn, who easily slid Rita's dress off, revealing her awesome body for the first time which left them both naked.
They stumbled into the massage room and Rita headed straight for the massage table lying on her back. Carrie briefly gathered some massage oil and asked, "Don't you want me to work on your back?".
Rita shook her head and said, "Enough foreplay bitch, let's see how your hands feel on my tits and pussy."
Immediately, Carrie put some oil on her hands and positioned herself at the head of the table, able to look down the entire length of Rita's body from the top down. Rita reveled in being able to stare up at Carrie's face in between the valley of the redhead's massive tits. She contemplated rubbing her hands over those tits right then and there but decided to wait just a little longer. Slowly, Carrie rubbed her hands together to warm the oil and hovered them briefly over Rita's tits, teasing.
When hot flesh made contact with hot flesh, Rita moaned, "Ohhh yes!!!", as she felt Carrie's magic fingers knead her tits with practiced expertise. Rita squirmed while her breasts yielded to the touch, her fingers wrapped around Carrie's wrists as a way to process all the pleasure vectors coursing through her body. By now, her moans were practically screams and her pussy was starting to leak a constant drip of precum. All she needed now was Carrie's touch on her pussy and she was going to cum like a waterfall.
As if reading her mind, Carrie's hands began to move down and she climbed onto the table placing her knees on either side of Rita's head. The dark-haired goddess's eyes opened when she felt some cum drops fall onto her face and saw the redhead's completely shaved pussy just inches away. Automatically, she reached her arms up around Carrie's firm ass and brought it down to her face and began to feast on that succulent pussy.
Carrie released her own loud moans and eschewed using her fingers and instead began to use her own tongue on Rita's wide open sex. They licked, sucked, and nibbled on each others' pussies and clits just trying to deliver as much pleasure as possible. In no time, they both erupted in massive orgasms but kept going as if possessed by a supernatural force. Finally, after an hour of their 69 session, they both exploded in particularly huge eruptions which was enough to quench their sexual fervor for the moment. Carrie clambered around on the table and laid down into Rita's waiting arms where they crushed against each other, body to body.
They kissed again, mixing the taste of their cum with each other and warming their bodies up for another round of hard, awesome fucking. When they broke their kiss, Rita was surprised and disappointed when Carrie rolled off the table. What was going on?
The redhead gave a mystery smile before she grabbed Rita's hand to get her off the table and said, "Now how about a real tour of the ship?".
For the rest of the night and into the next day, the two goddesses fucked each other nonstop, only stopping for brief moments of rest. They fucked in and around each pool and hot tub, grinding their pussies against each other underwater and exploding so many times that cum started to leak out of their tits. In the theater, they put on a lesbian porno and sucked on each other's tits. In the strip club, they gave each other lap dances, did a pole routine for each other, and even did one together before fucking in the champagne room. In the subsurface viewing room, they took turns licking each other's pussies while one of them had their back and ass pressed against the glass while schools of bright colored fish looked on.
An alarm beeped signaling there was 2 hours until the ship made shore. Carrie and Rita then went to Rita's stateroom and went into the shower where they washed and fucked each other for the next hour until it was absolutely time for Carrie to leave. After Carrie left, Rita finally had a moment to look in the mirror and was shocked at the state of her face and hair. She needed to look presentable!
As she got ready, she wondered if she had screwed herself by fucking Carrie so vigorously. She wondered if she would have enough strength for a sexfight so soon after her marathon fuck session.
A final alarm indicated the ship made port and it was time to disembark. The same attendant from the day before escorted her to the gangplank and on the pier she could see her host, a face that was known all over the world. Henry Jones was a handsome man in his 50s and he couldn't have been more pleasant. He greeted Rita with enthusiasm saying more than once that he was a big fan. He walked her to the giant mansion that overlooked the island and gave her a brief tour before showing her to a large room even more luxurious than the stateroom she had on the ship.
With a gallant wave of his hand, he ushered Rita in and said, "Please, rest and make yourself at home. In 24 hours, my butler will come to collect you and the fight will begin. Don't worry about attire, you can be naked if you want. I assume Carrie was to your satisfaction?".
Henry James let Rita think that her nod and laugh was enough for him to understand that Carrie was more than satisfactory. She didn't need to know, not yet anyways, that he had the whole ship wired for sound and video and didn't miss a second of their adventures. But Rita wouldn't have to worry about that now, he wanted her fully rested and at her best so as to not have any excuses.
Rita was grateful for the rest and happy she would have a full day to get ready. Once the door closed, she went to the shower, after which she fell asleep immediately. She slept soundly through the night and woke up almost 16 hours later, feeling fully rested and incredibly hungry. A card on the table next to her bed indicated she could order room service which she did and was impressed by the prompt service. Of course the food was incredible and for the next 8 hours she alternated between fueling and resting her body. When the knock came, she was ready.
She opened the door and was surprised, if not shocked, to see that it was the same beautiful attendant from the ship! The woman greeted her with the same professional smile but, again, didn't check out her body despite her nakedness.
Given the size of the mansion, it was not surprising that it took several minutes before they reached their destination, another, much larger bedroom that had a giant bed in the middle and a commanding view of the sea. Standing to the side were Henry James and an absurdly gorgeous blonde, whose physical attributes practically equaled Rita's. The dark-haired girl drew a sharp intake of breath at the beautiful woman and had no doubt that she faced a formidable opponent. The woman stared back at her with equal awe in her eyes and they began the delicate dance of psyching their opponent, trying to gain even the smallest possible advantage. The more she stared at the blonde, she had a nagging feeling that she'd seen her before somewhere.
Henry handled introductions and introduced the blonde as Marissa. Something in Rita's mind clicked when she realized where the nagging feeling was coming from. "Marissa?", she asked as she looked at Henry. "As in Marissa Miller, the supermodel?".
To her surprise, Henry and Marissa started laughing as if she had said the funniest thing in the world. Confused, Rita wondered what type of situation she had gotten herself into but didn't get that far down the rabbit hole before Henry spoke and broke the news.
"Marissa, is an AI-powered robot who I designed to look just like the real Marissa Miller, whom I find to be the most physically beautiful woman ever. She is your challenger."
Shock waves ran through Rita's body as she absorbed the information. Henry wanted her to sexfight against a fucking robot? What kind of sick shit was that? She said as much to the billionaire, practically spitting out the words. She ranted that it was an absolutely dumb idea and there was no way in hell a robot was good at fucking and there was no way that anyone, even someone like him, could build a robot that be so lifelike that someone like her wouldn't know she was fucking a robot. This was a complete waste of time and she thought it was best if she left.
Henry just smiled and said, "You're saying that a sexfight against a robot wouldn't work because a robot couldn't keep up with a human and the human would instantly be able to tell the difference thus ruining the experience right?".
"You're goddamn right!", Rita yelled.
"Then how do you explain Carrie?", Henry gently taunted and Rita was shocked again when a hidden door opened revealing the beautiful, naked body of Carrie standing behind it. But...this Carrie was different. She just stood there as if in a catatonic state, her eyes open and unblinking, her body completely still. It didn't even look like she was breathing! "What the fuck?", Rita said out loud, starting to get extremely freaked out.
"Carrie, turn on", Henry said, and instantly, life flickered into Carrie's eyes which looked around before locking on to Rita's. "Hey sexy...", she said in that husky voice of hers before Henry said, "Carrie, turn off", and Carrie returned to her catatonic state and the door closed concealing itself within a wall.
Henry continued, "As you can see, you were able to enjoy a whole day and night of a wide array of sexual activities with a robot without knowing she was, in fact, not a human. The captain, attendant and bartenders are Versions 1.0, bots designed for menial tasks such as cleaning or managing a ship. Carrie is Version 2.0, designed to provide sexual satisfaction. But Marissa, she is my most advanced one yet, Version 2.5, the sexfighter."
Now Henry was walking around, gesticulating as if he was at a TED Talk. "We already know it's possible to create an autonomous being for sex but what about one who isn't only sexually active but sexually competitive? Is it possible to build something that in addition to processing the necessary inputs for seduction and sex, we also add the need to not just compete but win? My team has been working on Marissa for close to 10 years and we are finally ready for the ultimate challenge. Up till now, we've inputted every video of a sexfight that we could find into her central processing unit, she's had sexfights against loads of lower-level fighters, all of which she's won by the way, and now it's time for the ultimate test against the ultimate sexfighter, you, Rita Garrison."
Listening to Henry talk, Rita couldn't figure out if he was extremely dumb or extremely smart. The revelation that Carrie was a robot was shocking enough that the fact that the captain and other crew were robots too barely registered with her. But as she listened more, she also became curious. Now that she knew it didn't feel any different, was she good enough to beat this...this machine?
Henry was still talking. "Marissa is our greatest invention. We have created her to be the most life-equivalent sexfighter we can think of. By measuring the attributes of the world's best sexfighters, we have given her the best attributes of each of them for things such as stamina, self-control, tongue speed, dexterity, among thousands of other variables. Her cum is produced through a proprietary process but tastes just like the real thing! So, Miss Rita Garrison, are you willing to take on Marissa, your greatest challenger ever?!". Henry thundered the last sentence as if he was delivering an applause line at a product launch.
By the time Henry had finished his spiel, Rita, against her better judgment, had made her decision. She would do it. After all, at heart, she was a sexfighter and she took on all comers and here was the biggest one yet. "I'll do it", she said, "I'll fuck your toaster's brains out but you better double that check when I do." Henry laughed at the response and instantly agreed.
"Excellent!", he boomed. He gestured around the room, "this is your arena. I will be elsewhere watching. Extremely High Definition motion cameras have been setup everywhere to capture a full 360 view of the activities in this room in real time, so my presence is not needed. A winner is declared when the loser submits. Over there is the refreshments table and if you ever need more then just give a shout and we'll bring some to you. Now, do you require anything else before we get started?".
"No", Rita responded coldly, her game face starting to come on, "I'm ready."
Two things I love about your stories.
1: The recurring theme of your girls fighting for a living. Just a very enticing idea.
2: Your girls’ personalities. They’re all shamelessly lecherous and can barely contain themselves just being in the presence of potential opponents. I love that. Makes them more relatable too.
I have to admit, the title made me scratch my head but you managed to make it work. Rita is a very likable character and I can’t wait to see where this goes.
Last edited by YuriLesboLover; March 28th, 2024 at 06:43 PM.
Really excellent start to the story. I love the scenes with Rita and Carrie and the revelation.
However, I am a bit unsure about the premise. If I were Rita, I would assume that a human can't beat a machine because a machine can't get tired or even necessarily feel pleasure. So, how could she win if her opponent does not have human vulnerabilities to exploit?
Anyway, really looking forward to part 2. Your writing is excellent and you have set the scene really well.
I still have not had a chance to read "Spy Queen" but plan to do so tonight.
JB
JB57
Perfectly written, an amazing plot that maybe also shows what come next in real life...
However, I agree with JB. A sexfight robot can act as she must act. No doubt. But can it FEEL pleasure ? Can she detect the weak points of her human sexfight opponent ?
I know that we are close to this point, closer than years ago. Of course "Henry James" as the richest man of the world, would be able to find the best specialists in AI to achieve this goal.
But it still remains a little hard to believe. However it remains a wonderful story.
BESIDES, your next chapter may reply to mine and to JB's - and probably other reader's - reservations. You may explain this detail.
In addition... it is not neccessary to be totally realistic. If IT LOOKS REALISTIC, it is OK. Because the reader will face it as a science fiction story !! There we are OK with many things which are not realistic for now, they may be never. And we are fine with it, if the story is well written and we like it.
So, you are THE FIRST WRITER I MEET TO WRITE SCIENCE FICTION STORY WITH EROTIC PLOT, PARTICULARLY A SEXFIGHT SCIENCE FICTION STORY !!
Great job !
I look forward for chapter II !!
To edit it after JB's message :
I have read sexfight science fiction stories. They are about two women sexfighting in the future, about women to sexfight with allien woman who looks quite close like a human female... But I had never read a sexfight between a woman vs a robot (which is like a woman). This is something new, for me at the very least.
Last edited by Giannis-CB; May 4th, 2023 at 10:00 AM.
Hi Giannis,Originally Posted by Giannis-CB
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I've written several "science-fiction" sexfight stories. My "Space" series is very much sci-fi! ("Battle in Space," "Visitor from Space" and "Thorns of Karevi.") Check out Rival's Raptures' website for the series. ;-)
To dnld: maybe there is a way to address our concerns about a sexfighting artificial being by making it clear (as it is implied, I think) that the android can feel pleasure and is designed to have various human limitations. The problem is how to explain such a vulnerability. Maybe James can say something like the commercial appeal of the android lies in people knowing that it can feel pleasure and that it has these human abiliites. Maybe it can even be suggested that the next step in the evolution of these androids is that they begin to house the minds of people who are presently flesh and blood and so knowing that the androids can feel human pleasure and other sensations is an important part of their design.
Good luck!
JB
JB57
My bad because I had in mind something different. I mean a sexfight between a human being and a robot. This I read for first time. I have read some sexfight science fiction stories, some of them should be yours as I have read almost all your stories, some come from other writers. They have not this human vs robot sexfight. They have women to sexfight in the future, women to sexfight with alliens who look like humans or they are close. They had not woman vs robot who looks like a woman. This is a new kind of stories, at least for me.
I will correct it.
Yuri, the title was the toughest thing to write. The other alternatives were terrible, "Rita vs the Sex Robot", lol, so I just went with the best I could do at the moment.
JB, Giannis, you both are right, it's going to be tough to land the plane on this story; I'm pretty sure I have my plot thought out, but things could definitely change as I get deeper into the story. In terms of how a human can compete with a robot, I tried to address that in Henry's speech about the thousands of variables they input into Marissa, such as stamina, to simulate an elite sexfighter and not make it an inevitably, one-sided affair. Maybe I should've added that another one of the inputs was level of pleasure felt from various stimuli but I wrote the thing in a bit of a blur, haha.
I really appreciate everyone's input and can only pledge to try my best to write a good story!
Last edited by dnld0118; May 5th, 2023 at 11:13 PM.
Hi dnld,
I don't know if that was implied but I think it is something you should spell out and make really explicit. As I wrote, I think the automatic assumption most people would make in these kind of situations is that the human can't beat the machine. In this context, it would be like a human fighting a fully charged dildo or a plug-in sex toy. So, I think directly addressing this issue would go a long way towards making the fight credible.
Good luck!
JB
JB57
Alright, here's the final part of this story! I hope you all like it! -dnld0118
Part II
Rita's eyes never left the robot's while Henry let himself out and closed the door behind him. After hearing the latch click, Rita made her approach. She wanted to take her time to examine her opponent before they began. The robot, Rita wasn't ready to call it by its name yet, stood several feet from the foot of the bed, hands on her hips, and a mysterious smile on her face as she patiently waited for Rita to approach.
When she was about three feet away, Rita began to orbit around the robot's body, examining every inch she could, trying to find some flaw, some imperfection that betrayed the fact that the tall blonde, was actually a machine and not a living, breathing person. And she couldn't find anything. The eyes were so lifelike, she swore that they relayed emotions like playfulness and lust. The breasts heaved perfectly with each breath and the nipples hardened when the robot's eyes focused on Rita's own spectacular body. The ass was perfect and there was even a hint of wetness forming between the legs. The face followed Rita on every step of her orbit. The body naturally shifted to provide the caramel-skinned girl the best viewing angle for each examination. There were even wrinkles that appeared on her toned flat stomach and rib cage whenever she shifted her body in a particular direction. After several rounds, Rita had to admit that the robot didn't reveal any flaws, at least not on the surface. It was time for a closer inspection of Mar.., the robot.
Rita shook her head slightly as she closed the distance. The robot so resembled a human that it was starting to mess with her mind. It didn't help her rational mind either that she was getting so turned on by being in close proximity to such a beautiful being. Rita reminded herself to not let herself get fooled.
She made her approach from behind, her nostrils caught a whiff of the robot's incredible perfume and she could feel a real human-like heat emitting from the incredible body in front of her. With her fingertips, she gently traced them along the robot's body, starting at the nape of the neck, going down each shoulder and arm. The robot lightly cooed, clearly enjoying the sensations. The coos got louder when Rita tracked her fingers along the robot's spine, mixing in some light scratches and deeper presses on particularly sensitive areas, especially in the lower back near the ass. The robot let out a moan of slight disappointment when Rita's hands did a brief tease of touching her ass but instead began to explore her thighs and hips. The robot put its hands on top of Rita's, lightly locking their fingers together as Rita's hands continued their journey. The next stop was a brief foray into the robot's inner thighs. The few seconds Rita spent scratching the sensitive inner thighs and quickly running the side of her hand alongside the robot's impressively wet slit told her everything she needed to know. The fingers and hands traveled upwards and couldn't help grazing a line on each abdominal muscle that rested just underneath the toned, flat stomach. As they inched upwards toward the perfect breasts, Rita couldn't help but close the distance, firmly pressing her own incredible breasts into the robot's back. The scrape of her nipples against the toned, yielding flesh caused the blonde robot to throw its, her, head back and moan in absolute delight. Rita's hands completed their journey when they grabbed a firm hold of Marissa's breasts and began to softly knead the firm, inviting flesh.
Marissa's groans grew louder in pleasure as she pressed her body against Rita's and tightened her grip on Rita's hands. She smiled in delight and turned her head towards Rita's. Now if Rita had any weakness, one thing that she was a sucker for that got her hot faster than anything else, it was a sexy smile. And the smile formed by Marissa's, by now her mind and body had given up trying to remember that Marissa was a robot, perfect lips was the sexiest one she'd ever seen. Her reaction to a smile like that was the only one she ever knew. She leaned in, placed her own amazing lips on Marissa's, and they began to kiss.
At first, the kiss was soft. Just two new lovers exploring each other's lips before the kiss deepened and they pressed their lips against each other harder and tighter. Their lips were pressed against each other so tightly that the sounds of their moans barely escaped their lips and once their tongues entered the foray, there was no vocalized sound at all. Marissa's hard ass muscle began to lightly pressure Rita's exposed cunt, but not enough to set her off.
Slowly, she released one of her hands from Marissa's tits and began to slide it down. The further it descended she began to feel an increasing wetness that peaked when her fingers started to explore Marissa's pussy. First she slid her fingers along Marissa's pussy lips, teasing them, prepping them for entry. Her first probe caused Marissa to break the kiss and moan in ecstasy as the fingers probed, teased and rubbed against her silken vaginal walls.
Marissa pressed her ass harder against Rita's pussy, whether it was a natural effect from the pleasure she was getting from Rita's fingers or a move to ease the pressure, Rita didn't know, but it was time to make a move of her own. She grabbed the back of Marissa's head with her other hand so she could shove their mouths back together and resume the kiss, trapping Marissa's screams in between their lips. Using her long fingers, she finally found Marissa's g-spot. After a brief tease, that resulted in a brief yelp escaping from Marissa's mouth, Rita ensnared the blonde's tongue between in her lips and began to suck hard on Marissa's tongue. At the same time, her middle finger boldly pressed against Marissa's g-spot and the twin sensations caused the blonde to erupt in a massive orgasm.
With a violent shake of her head, the blonde freed her tongue from Rita's hold and screamed ecstatically while the pleasure ripped through her, "OH SHIT, OH FUCKING SHIT!!! I'M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD!!!!"
And cum she did, with the pussy juice flowing like a river, soaking Rita's hand and flowing down their bodies and puddling on the floor. Marissa's whole body shivered while the orgasms ran through her and she only managed to stay up because Rita's arms kept her so tightly pressed against the dark-haired beauty's body. Rita's lips kissed and explored the area around Marissa's neck, feasting on the succulent flesh. The more she kissed, the more she wanted to taste, and she sincerely hoped there was more to come.
When Marissa sufficiently recovered, Rita turned the blonde so they could press their bodies together front to front and engage in another lip lock. After a few minutes, Rita broke the kiss, looked smugly into the blonde's eyes and said, "first blood to me bitch."
Marissa responded with a smile. Almost that same perfect smile but this one had a little menace and coldness to it. Not speaking, she grabbed a hold of Rita's hand and led her to the giant bed standing just a few feet away.
In the control room, Henry James watched the proceedings, his alert eyes missing nothing. The room, not unlike a mission control room of a space agency, was filled with his engineering team each in front of a computer monitoring the thousands of metrics and inputs they assigned to 2.5. Henry made it a point of emphasis to his team that they were not to refer to the robots by anything but their version numbers. It was his way of segregating what was and was not human in his mind. Large monitors dominated the wall in front of them with the main screen showing the action in the bedroom and surrounding screens keeping track of the various metrics. Right now, everything was showing green across the board, meaning 2.5 was operating well within its limits.
"So far, so good", Henry thought to himself as he saw Marissa leading Rita to the bed. His groin ached against his tight pants and he cursed himself for leaving Carrie behind a hidden wall in the room. He could use some relief, maybe there was a way to quickly reprogram one of the 1.0s he mused to himself.
But his attention became diverted upon seeing a look of...not worry, but pensiveness, on the faces of one of his engineers. He made his way over. "What's going on?", he asked.
Startled, the engineer snapped to attention. After a brief moment of hesitation he spoke, "Sorry sir, I was just looking at the ejaculate volume release for that first one and..."
"Go on", Henry urged gently. He always encouraged his team to speak their minds with the belief that it was the best way to get results and make him money. The engineer continued, grateful for the permissive operating environment his boss provided, "It's just that, I've never seen the volume that 2.5 ejaculated for a first orgasm. Ever. And I just don't know..."
Henry cut off the engineer before he droned on so long that it would cause the billionaire to miss out on the action. "Look, this is 2.5's first time against an opponent of this caliber, so it's to be expected. This is exactly why we're all here. Anyways, everything's green across the board and I think in a few short hours, all of our hard work is going to pay off." Without another word, Henry turned away from the engineer and made his way back to his own station.
Back in the bedroom, Marissa and Rita approached the foot of the bed. Marissa reeled the dark-haired beauty into her arms and they began to kiss again. This time the kiss was different. It was harder and more aggressive. Rita was caught by surprise as Marissa attacked with her mouth, unable, or unwilling, to resist the sensual assault as she tried her best to counter. Marissa wrapped her arms around Rita's back, squeezing the two of them together, and producing a delicious friction as their breasts, stomachs and legs rubbed against each other.
Rita cursed herself for losing her focus but before she could rally, she found herself being thrown onto the bed and landing on her back. Before she could react, Marissa climbed on to the bed and pounced on the prone dark-skinned beauty. Rita groaned when the blonde pressed her gigantic tits down onto hers and the groans were cutoff when Marissa's mouth found her own and they were locked into another aggressive, tongue-tying kiss. Rita tried to wrap her ankles around the blonde's back to lock her in place but Marissa moved first. She raised her upper body up, grabbed one of Rita's legs, placed the shin between her legs, and plunged her pussy down into the sweet dark meat of Rita's exposed cunt and began to grind.
"OH FUCK!!", Rita screamed over and over again while Marissa fucked the ever loving shit out of her. Marissa fucked with a skill and power that she had rarely, if every encountered, and that pleasure radiated from her pussy and coarsed through her whole body. Every now and then Marissa kissed and licked up and down Rita's trapped leg. Every now and then she would slide a hand down and massage Rita's tits or tug at her nipples.
Rita was completely at the blonde's mercy. Her mouth was agape in a semi-permanent O. Her hands clenched the bedsheets for dear life. She exploded in a violent orgasm but barely had time to register it as Marissa's onslaught caused the next eruption after just a few minutes.
It was maybe after her fourth or fifth orgasm, with Marissa still only at one, that Rita realized that she was in the fight of her life and she needed to get her shit together otherwise she was going to lose. With great difficulty, she began to focus on controlling her breathing and increase her concentration. After a while it began to work, as her body was able to respond more effectively to Marissa's movements. She transitioned to offense first by expertly massaging Marissa's tits. She rubbed one tit and pulled on another nipple until it was hard and they had the desired effect of slowing the blonde down. She then moved her hands down to the blonde's ass, expertly massaging the hard muscle and causing Marissa to moan, but not before Rita exploded in another orgasm. However, this time she recovered quickly, and without warning pushed her head up to trap one of Marissa's expertly massaged, rock hard nipples between her lips and began to suck. At the same time, she pushed her middle finger into Marissa's ass and both moves caused Marissa to stop and loudly gasp before she erupted in a giant orgasm of her own. Feeling Marissa's hot cum wash over the insides of her own cunt made Rita go off on another orgasm, but not before succeeding in throwing the blonde beauty off to the side.
"Holy Christ!"
Henry James head turned at the mild oath and saw it was the same engineer from before, no doubt surprised about the load blown by 2.5. He thought about summoning of his senior staff to offer him a talking to but that thought was interrupted when he noticed one or two other engineers leave their stations to confer with the worried employee.
In the bedroom, Rita and Marissa lay on their backs, breathing heavily as they recovered from the intense fucking they gave each other. Rita turned her head slightly to observe the blonde's body from this new angle and with a new respect. She saw the natural rise and fall of the blonde's tits and wondered if she was actually tired or if she was just programmed that way after spewing out as much cum as she did. Either way, it really didn't matter because there was still a fight to win and it was time for the next round.
Now recovered, both amazons rose to their knees, sat on their heels, and faced each other on the bed. Rita's eyes couldn't help but look over Marissa's wondrous breasts and hard nipples again and noticed that Marissa's attention was focused on her own massive pair as well. Which one of them truly had the better breasts? There was only one way to find out.
"Titfight?", Rita inquired.
"Titfight", confirmed Marissa.
They walked on their knees until they were close enough to grab each others forearms their nipples mere inches from each other. First, they lined up their nipples so they were on the same plane and began to close the distance.
"OH. MY. GOD.", Rita moaned when her rock hard chocolate-colored buds made first contact with Marissa's equally hard pink rods. All Marissa could do was throw her head back and moan softly at the impact.
Slowly, they alternated between sliding their nipples against each other or circling them around the opposing pair. The four combatants each seemed to have their own minor duel and the nipple play served to hike up each woman's arousal levels to almost unbearable levels.
They pressed forward, bringing the whole of their tits into the conflict and soon the four tits were engaged in an epic battle. Rita was one of the world's premiere titfighters but she knew that Marissa was easily her match. Their tits pressed, pumped, slid and rolled against each other with such erotic intensity that small rivulets of wetness began to seep from their pussies and run down their legs onto the bedding. They wrapped their arms tight around each other's backs to maximize every centimeter of tit to tit contact and moaned in each other's faces as their hot breath washed over their opponent's gorgeous face, wanting to kiss but not able to spare the energy.
For an endless amount of time they fought in this position, the heat from their bodies generating enough sweat to provide sufficient lubrication for their battling breasts. Rita felt it was time to make her move and casually slid her hands down to Marissa's ass where she grabbed two solid handfuls. After several seconds, the dark-haired vixen began to push forward while pulling on the blonde's ass. The push-pull effect on Marissa was enough to force her backwards on to the bed. Once on her back, the two of them intertwined their legs and, aside from the occasional rub, kept their pussies separated. This was still a titfight.
With her newfound leverage, Rita pressed her advantage hard, using gravity to grind her breasts even harder and more sensuously into Marissa's yielding pair. Marissa, her arms still wrapped around Rita's back, moaned in ecstacy, while trying to counter the dark-haired beauty's skillful attack.
"I've got her now", Rita thought in her head after she rested her cheek against Marissa's to force the blonde's head against the bed. She redoubled her efforts expecting it was just a matter of time before the blonde submitted.
And yet, 10, 15, 20 minutes passed and Marissa did not submit. Rita's frustration levels began to rise as she couldn't think back to the last time someone withstood her tits for so long.
All of a sudden, too sudden, Rita felt a shift in body movement. She was taken aback and completely helpless while Marissa seemed to effortlessly reverse their positions. In a shock, Rita stared up into the blonde's sky blue eyes when her back landed on the bed and they stared at each other for a few seconds with Marissa's cannonball tits hovering just a few inches away like two bombs ready to drop. Menacingly, Marissa gave a cold smile and said, "Now it's my turn."
With those words, Marissa rammed her tits down and began to pump, rub, and drive her massive breasts in to Rita's who now had to endure a devastating attack of her own. Fighting panic, Rita called upon the breathing exercises she utilized when in moments of trouble, ensuring her mind was in a secure position, and able to direct the body on how to proceed. For someone at her level, sexfighting was as much about mental toughness as it was about physical talents.
Calmer now, she knew that she could not endure the blonde's skillful attack much longer. But she was able to discern that her own attack on Marissa was effective as well and the blonde beauty could not be too far away from the end. The best she could hope for was a draw.
With her strategy decided, Rita called upon the last bits of her remaining strength and did her best to keep Marissa's nipples away from the most sensitive parts of her tits while trying to ensure she only concentrate on the blonde's own weak spots.
They kept at it, the hot contrast of their bodies, straining together, was enough that the entire engineering crew ignored their monitors and metrics and just watched the awesome sight of two equally powerful amazons pitting their tits against each other.
Finally, after who knows how long, Rita began to feel an irreversible well start to form in her tits. She knew the end was coming and the way Marissa's eyes were half closed and glassy, she knew the blonde wasn't too far away. With one last move, Rita pulled Marissa in tighter than ever and made sure their nipples met head to head.
When those buds met for the final time, it was like the timer for a bomb that counted down to zero. Both of their eyes shot open. Their mouths opened but no sound could escape.
Rita managed three high pitch gasps before her tits absolutely exploded with cum spraying out from the compressed tits and splattering in every direction. A split second later, Marissa went off in her own giant orgasm with seemingly an endless amount of cum pumping out of her tits and pussy. The constant rubbing and the feeling of Marissa's juices on her tits and her juices on Marissa's was enough to set Rita off again and Marissa followed closely behined with another orgasm of her own. For the next several minutes, they traded orgasms until Marissa let go of Rita's back and collapsed into Rita's body.
Henry James watched the scene with both hands on his head as if trying to process everything he saw. Once the titfight ended, he finally had the wits to look around and notice his very evident erection pressing against his pants, plainly in view of the entire room. But before he could get embarrassed, he saw that literally every one of them were sporting their own. "Jesus Christ, this is unbelievable", he heard someone call out. He looked over in annoyance and, sure enough, it was the same engineer, who by now had a larger group around his terminal.
On the bed, Rita lay as still as she could, her arms still wrapped around Marissa's. Her mind was still buzzing from the incredible titfight and she wanted a few more moments of recovery before getting back into the fight. There was no point to make any unnecessary movements to potentially alert Marissa. In her arms, she could feel the breathing patterns of the blonde return to normal. She could feel the blonde's hot breath washing over her neck that made the skin tingle. She could feel the body heat combine with her own creating a delicious sensation. It was a wonder to think the being in her arms wasn't a living, breathing human.
As she replayed the sexfight so far in her head, Rita began to get aroused and eager to continue. She moved her lips and started to nibble on the supple skin of the blonde's neck. As Marissa began to stir and moan, Rita moved her kisses lower. She suddenly had the desire to taste Marissa's cum for the first time. With a gentle push, she rolled the blonde on to her back and moved her head down even more. She took care to cover every inch of skin with her lips before making a second pass with her tongue, trying to lap up every drop of cum. As she feasted, she admitted to herself that the blonde had some of the best cum she had ever tasted.
Her kisses reached the top of Marissa's breasts but before she could go further down, she felt a pull on her hair and looked up into the gorgeous face of her opponent. With desire in her eyes and lust in her voice, the blonde suggested, practically begged, that they taste each other. Rita had no problem with that at all. She got up and repositioned herself so her face was hovering over Marissa's tits and her head pointed towards the blonde's amazing pussy.
Marissa reached up to pull the blonde's tits down to her waiting lips and soon they were deep into a tit 69. They feasted on each other's tits and nipples giving each other orgasms that, while not as big as the previous ones, still took a collective toll on each of them. At an unspoken signal, Rita began to move down, vacuuming up every drop of cum that coated the rest of Marissa's delicious body before she reached her final destination.
The smell of heady pussy was almost enough to make Rita cum. She moved her face down into the center of Marissa's universe, inhaling the deep, musky odor. For all of her talents, Rita liked to think that licking another woman to orgasm was something she did the best and Marissa's amazing pussy, with its puffy, juicy lips, glistening hole, and prominent clit that was already popped out of its hood presented a grand platform to exercise her talents.
Rita let out a hiss when she felt Marissa's long, thick tongue invade her like an anaconda. She groaned as it seemed to fill her like no tongue ever had but calmed down quickly enough to begin her own efforts on Marissa.
The control sat stunned as they watched the 69 contest for the next three hours and seeing 2.5 do things they didn't think were possible. They watched the two amazons switch positions, one on top, one on bottom, both on their sides, but both kept at it with showing no signs of stopping unless it was to scream while a massive orgasm coursed through their bodies. They both drank each other's juices as if they were dying of thirst and the other's cum was a precious elixir.
After one final, explosive eruption, they practically threw each other off their bodies as if forcing themselves to take a break. Rita lay on her back, sucking in huge gulps of air, fighting to get her breathing under control before Marissa decided to attack. Her pussy ached with need as if it missed the presence of Marissa's tongue. She wasn't sure if she was ready to go but a look over to the other side of the bed showed the blonde on her back also breathing heavily which meant they were both ready for a pause. Deciding to take advantage of the break, Rita gathered herself off the bed and staggered a bit to the restroom where she relieved herself. While washing her hands she had a chance to look in the mirror and was astonished by what she saw. Her curly hair was practically straight from the weight of sweat and dried cum. Splotches of cum were all over her body as were scores of hickeys and love bites, all evidence of the intense fucking she and Marissa administered to each other during the fight. Even though the reflection on the mirror wasn't Instagram worthy, she looked primal, someone so stripped down that she only had a singular purpose: fucking to win.
After she exited the bathroom, she saw the table of refreshments and quickly helped herself to some water and fruit, grateful for the nourishment. The nutrients entering her body gave her a second wind and seeing Marissa's naked form lying on the bed propelled her forward. It was time to finish this.
Lying on her back, Marissa invited the dark-haired beauty with open arms. Like Marissa did to her, Rita grabbed one of Marissa's legs and locked it between her tits before riding Marissa like a bucking bronco. That first touch of pussy to pussy contact almost caused both of them to cum but they settled down and began to fuck. Their slick pussies slid against each other, lips locked in a tight, wet kiss. When the clits came out of their hoods, there was no hesitation and both immediately engaged in a wild battle, jousting with each other, circling against each other, and stabbing each other. The unceasing contact resulted in an unending series of moans from both women who were trying their damndest to not cum first but Marissa finally gave it and screamed as a huge gusher of cum shot out of her cunt and jetted straight into Rita's exposed canal.
The feeling of the hot liquid gushing inside of her was too much for Rita who came in her own giant orgasm but it wasn't enough to get her to stop fucking. On and on they fucked, sometimes trading orgasms and sometimes cumming together. They went at it for another hour before Rita collapsed onto Marissa, who was also temporarily spent. With their tits crushed together, it wasn't long before the wonderful friction made them get excited again. Marissa pulled on the back of Rita's head to bring her in for a long, wet, tongue-twisting kiss, finally connecting every part of their bodies. For long minutes they kissed. When one wasn't sucking on the other's tongue, they slid them against each other, each trying to master the other.
Marissa slid her hands down Rita's toned back, the light touch making Rita arch her back a bit and distract her for a split second. That was enough for Marissa to grab Rita's rock-hard ass with both hands and turn them over in one motion. With their positions reversed, the two retwined their legs and Marissa locked her pussy against Rita's and they fucked.
For the next several hours, they fucked with reckless abandon, constantly changing positions. Their pussies rarely, if ever, broke contact and the constant explosions in cum were enough lubrication to keep them going.
In the control room, a much larger crowd gathered around the engineer's terminal. It was large enough now, that his feed was shared on to the main screen for all to see. The metrics were beginning to show some shades of yellow and orange indicating suboptimal performance. However, they really didn't notice that but were instead focused on the engineer's monitor. "How long have they been going at it?", someone asked. The engineer checked before answering, "7 hours, 38 minutes!".
"Wow! What's the longest that 2.5's ever gone?"
Someone else answered, "3 hours."
The engineer responded, "Yeah, but 2.5 has now expelled at least 10 times as much cum in this fight compared to that one and they're still going strong."
"What does that mean?", another engineer asked?
"I have no idea." They all turned their heads and saw Henry James wander to them.
Rita was on another plane of existence. Her mind and body were on autopilot operating at peak capacity in a way she had never experienced before. The two of them lay on their backs, their pussies crushed together, pelvises off the bed, trying to drive into each other and extract as much pleasure as they could from their opponent. Rita's mind and body responded to every one of Marissa's moves with a counter and attack of their own. Jab, thrust, stab, block, parry. There was a part of her mind that seemed to observe everything from above and was able to appreciate how she could just operate on pure instinct and propel her to fuck and fuck with every ounce of her being.
Four hours later, Henry convened an emergency meeting of his senior staff in the small conference room. Two monitors, situated at each end of the room, showed a live feed from within the bedroom and the other cycling through the status of the multitude of 2.5's metrics. Almost all of them were blinking orange or red and showed no signs of turning back to green. Henry called the meeting to order.
"Alright, what's the latest?", he asked.
His most senior staffer spoke first, "2.5 and Rita have been at it for more than 11 hours now and I don't see any signs of Rita slowing down. 2.5 was only designed for maximum ejaculate volume release for 8 consecutive hours and we're well past that point. All of 2.5's sensory inputs and outputs are based on ejaculate volume released, for example, the more it cums, the louder it screams and the harder it breathes."
Henry brusquely interrupted, "I know all of this already, so what's the problem, why is almost everything in the red?"
The senior staffer was not put off at all by Henry's attitude. After all, it wasn't every day you got to see up close someone watching billions of dollars of their personal wealth disintegrate in front of their eyes. He continued, "Because 2.5 was designed to only carry a finite amount of ejaculate. We looked hard at trying to fit more in but the solutions were either unworkable or exorbitantly, if not ruinously, expensive. Once there's no ejaculate remaining inside 2.5, the rest of the sensors begin to shut down because the assumption is if there is no cum, then there's no point in fucking, and that means it's time to shut down."
Henry glared at his employee trying to think of a smartass retort but failed to conjure one in this moment of high stress. There was only one question left to ask. "Do you have a recommendation?"
Without hesitation, the staffer replied, "End the fight. We have no idea what happens to 2.5 if all the systems shut down at the same time, this is something we've never tested for before. Shut it down now, we can start it up again, but if Rita shuts it down first, I have no idea what happens next."
"Oh shit!", another staffer yelled out, pointing at the screen. Every head turned towards the monitor showing the live feed. Henry jumped up in terror, turned to his team, and yelled, "Shut it down, now!"
The senior staffer yelled back, "We can't do it from here! You have to do it by touch!"
"Fuck!", Henry yelled as he began the long run from the control room to the bedroom. For the first time ever, he cursed at himself for having such a huge mansion.
For the first time since they began, Rita had the feeling victory was in her grasp. Marissa's movements and reactions were beginning to slow. After their latest shared eruption, they separated their pussies and lay on their back for a few seconds to recover. Rita recovered relatively quickly and noticed that Marissa's breathing was still ragged and did not look like she was in the mood to continue their trib fight. That gave her a wicked idea.
She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards the prone blonde who barely seemed to register the presence of the dark-haired goddess. Rita sidled up alongside the blonde's warm, hard body before placing a hand on either shoulder and rolling Marissa on to her stomach. Rita took a moment to appreciate the fantastic body from this new angle. She slowly ran a hand up and down the blonde's backside, firmly cupping each ass check and placing soft kisses from Marissa's lower back to the nape of her neck.
Her hand moved from cupping Marissa's ass to sliding it down and around her pussy, coating it completely with the blonde's juices. She dragged the hand back up the crack of Marissa's ass before teasing the puckered, exposed asshole with her index finger. The blonde moaned at the expert teasing and arched her back in response which gave Rita the perfect angle to plunge her index finger directly into Marissa's waiting anus.
"OHHHH!", bellowed Marissa, the moan slightly masked as she buried her head into the bedding. Rita began to pump the finger in and out, alternating her speeds, before readying a second finger. Just when she thought the blonde was ready for a second digit, Rita wondered if Marissa could actually feel any pain. She decided to find out.
The blonde gasped as Rita took her finger out of her ass without any warning. Rita quickly sucked on each finger and thumb, giving the digits a generous coating of saliva. She moved her hand back down to Marissa's ass crack, gave a brief tease to the blonde's gaping asshole with one finger, and then plunged her whole hand in at the same time.
Marissa's upper body shot up as if a huge bolt of electrical current was running through her. Her eyes shot open and her mouth hung open as a series of unintelligible sounds spilled out. Rita swirled her fingers inside Marissa's ass for several moments before forming a fist and pumping the blonde with every ounce of her remaining strength.
That was too much for Marissa who screamed louder than ever before and began to shoot load after load of cum out of her pussy, completely drenching the bed and everything it touched.
Eventually the screaming stopped and the only sound heard was the squelching of Marissa's ass as it got fisted by Rita.
Quickly, Rita noticed a change in Marissa. Her body seemed to be shutting down and emitting strange sounds. Rita almost swore that she could hear a whirring sound coming from inside the body. That's when she remembered, once and for all, what Marissa actually was. With one final, brutal pump, the robot released its last gusher of cum and its body slumped forward onto the bed. The face lay on its cheek, eyes open, lifeless and unblinking.
Too exhausted to celebrate her victory, Rita pulled her fist out of the robot's body and slumped down next to it and stared into the lifeless eyes. She was amazed that it almost fucked her out of her mind. Her eyes began to droop to close when the door opened with a bang that was loud enough to open them up. Looking down between the valley of her breasts, Rita could see Henry James standing a few feet in front of the bed, mouth agape at the sight in front of him. Rita on her back, legs lewdly spread and giving a great view of that perfect vagina. And 2.5, lying face down and ass up, potentially shut down forever and representing billions of dollars of his own wealth that he lost in a matter of hours.
He looked at Rita, who by now had stood up and was walking towards him. They stared at each other wordlessly each waiting for the other to say something. Finally, it was Henry who spoke first. He took a deep breath to shake off the loss, after all it was only money, and said to Rita, "That was beyond incredible and I was honored to be a witness. By the time you return to your room your prize money will have been deposited into your bank account." With that said, he shook her hand, placed his hands behind his back, and walked away, barely registering the presence of the 1.0 who would escort Rita back to her room.
Epilogue
The sun filtering through the drapes caused Rita to finally wake up. She glanced at the clock but was only mildly surprised by the time. She'd been asleep for almost 20 hours which made sense given the intensity of the fucking she went through the previous day. She barely made it back to her room, several times having to stop and grab a hold of a bench or rail to steady herself. But she had enough strength to get to her phone and check her banking app. Sure enough, there it was, more than enough money to last her 10 lifetimes, setting her free to do whatever she wanted. Secure in her financial freedom, she had crawled into bed and had the deep sleep that could only be experienced by the truly wealthy.
When she awoke, she saw a note lying next to the clock. It noted that her ship was scheduled to depart in four hours. Plenty of time to eat and get ready. She ordered room service, ate like a queen, and enjoyed a long, hot shower before slipping on a dress that was similar to the one she wore when she first arrived. The attendant escorted her to the yacht and showed her to the same statesroom as before. Rita walked towards the bed ready to nap again when she got stopped cold.
Lying on the bed, looking like it was sleeping, was the completely nude body of Carrie, the beautiful redheaded robot with whom she'd enjoyed so many erotic delights on the trip to the island. Next to it was a black postcard in a similar style to her invitation. She picked it up and read the brief note from Henry James which said: Just say "Carrie, turn on" and she's yours if you want her. HJ.
Rita's pulse quickened, her nipples hardened, and her pussy convulsed at this unexpected bonus. She had no idea what the future held for her by having a robot for a sexual companion but right now she was too horny to care, the desire to nap quickly forgotten. Rita slipped off her dress, revealing her own naked body and, with a quiver in her voice, said, "Carrie, turn on."
Wow this story was so frigging hot, I love how much detail and expression you put into the fight.
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